A Peak into Ashley's Closet

A Peak into Ashley’s Closet:

http://www.ashleyquitefrankly.com/

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After a particularly brutal past year on the personal front, I decided that blogging would become my therapeutic outlet. A way to journal, record events, and use my creative juices for more inspiring activities other than brooding & simmering in my own emotional stew. Only hens should brood-ya' with me??? Although blogging has become a creative outlet and a new addiction for me, it’s also a tight rope game with real-life consequences. How do you write about your experiences while keeping your 67 year old aunt, your friend’s 12 year old son, your church friends, and your midnight tokin’ high school buddies in mind at all times? Trust me: these folks can smell rat a mile off. It’s not easy, friends. Allowing your inner voice to be uncensored takes courage. Disregarding your audience? That takes KAHUNAS!

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That’s why I would like to introduce to you my favorite blogger. Her name is Ashley. Ashley & I do not know each other in real life. But I consider her a virtual girlfriend-a real girl's girl. Although I get no kickbacks for this endorsement, I read Ashley’s blog as often as she can hit the post button and hope you will too. She has the authentic voice that in my next life I will find the courage to use. She is refreshingly modern, vulnerable, smart mouthed, loyal, ridiculous, over the top, feminine, wickedly funny, painfully honest, and alarmingly uncensored. She is not for everyone. You might very well be offended. She will not write to please you or impress you. Frankly, she just doesn’t give a damn... and this is why I adore this modern day Scarlett O’ Hara. So take a peak into Ashley’s Closet… you'll find me there!

Potty Talk

Passed by the downstairs bathroom and overheard this:

Noah:

We don't need no e-du-cashion-

TEACHER!

leave those kids a-loooo-neeeeeee

(warbling, ending on a high note)

Cruel Car Ride

Conversation while driving to the bank & to the library with boys & dog entow:

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Noah: Look at the kitty, Murphy! See the Kitty? Get the kitty, Murphy!

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Murphy: furiously bouncing between left & right side of van looking for the damn cat.

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Mom: Noah, stop teasing Murphy about the C-A-T!!!(have to spell so Murph wont go beserk again)

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Ethan: Yeah, Noah, that's cruel.

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Noah: cool?

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Ethan: No. "Cruel."

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Noah: cool??

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Ethan: NO! "CRU-el."

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Noah: cool??? (repressed giggle)

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Ethan: NO!!! I SAID CRUUUU-EEEEL!

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Noah: Coooo-oooool???? (choking on giggle)

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Ethan: I SAID CRU-EL!!! AND I AM NEVER GOIN TO TELL YOU ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!!!

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Noah: (giggling) Hey mom, what does "CRUUUU-eeeeeel" mean?

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Mom: ...kinda what you're doing to big brother right now.

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Noah: (singing) We Will, We Will, ROCK YOU!!!

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...and that's how little brother rolls...

The Art of Shagging

Check out the shag art of Josh Agle-a recent discovery for me. I love his retro compositions, the vibrant colors, the groovy settings, and the funky characters. Makes you want to be a lounge lizzard! Google his work sometime-lots of eye candy!

The Shag Gallery: Enjoy!

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About the Artist:

Source: Wikipedia (I know...breaking my own rules...!)

Josh Agle (born August 31, 1962) is an American artist known by the nickname SHAG, which he first used to sign his paintings in 1987. The nickname is derived from the last two letters of his first name, and the first two letters of his last name.[1] He's best known for comical, richly-colored cocktail and tiki-themed scenes reminiscent of the slick commercial art of the 1950s to mid-1960s. SHAG started out as a freelance commercial illustrator, primarily for independent record labels, in the late 1980s and early 1990s before galleries and collectors began to take notice of his works. He had his first solo gallery exhibition in 1997,[1] and has since had other shows in the United States, Japan and Australia. He's the author and illustrator of several books about tiki culture and cocktail recipes. He spent the first eight years of his life in Oahu, Hawaii, and currently lives in the hills overlooking Southern California. In 2005 his art was brought to the stage in Shag With A Twist, a large dance and theater production sponsored by the City of Los Angeles Cultural Affairs Department and the San Pedro City Ballet Repertory Company.

Another one Bites the Dust

Anniversary: #16

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...humor is the glue, people!

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so let's get this party started!

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Here is an accounting of our 16th anniversary. I want to record this for posterity since we are notorious for forgetting it every other year. We’ll be watching TV when one of us will jerk to attention: “Oh, s***! Our anniversary!” …guilty looks on both sides.… So, for the record, # 16 made it on the to-do list this year.

How’s that for romance?!?

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Richard slept in this morning (this is actually a gift at our house). When I cross paths with him in the kitchen, he gives me a sloppy, mushy kiss & a big bear hug and mumbles, “Happy Sweet Sixteen!” And then proceeds to feel me up in front of the dishwasher. Glad to report this area of the relationship seems to be faring well after 16 years.

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Another romantic moment occurs later that morning. Richard & Noah, loaded with Windex and paper towels, take my van to the car wash. We are actually going on a date in a chicken nugget free vehicle! Bonus points: the red cotton candy hand print has been erased! I finish the last three loads of laundry without a single resentful feeling.

Now that’s romance!

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Dinner is lovely: new place in a new zip code. My only requirements. Enjoyed the spinach dip tremendously. The perk of being married for 16 years? A no-embarassment dental check afterwards. As we are leaving the restaurant, Richard spots a Kristy Kreme and practically leaps with joy. To my surprise, I spot my FAVORITE discount shoe store right around the corner from the KK!!! Love my new silver sandals! Folks, it was the sexiest moment of the night! ...just sayin'...

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We end the evening downtown Nashville at the Big Bang piano bar. Loads of fun singing, drinking, laughing, and dancing with friends. Good times had by all! I notice a bride-to-be with purple, sparkly penis antenaeas and blinking lights enjoying her bachelorette party with her girlfriends. From the looks of it, it's gonna be a rough walk down the aisle. And I realize I wouldn't trade my sweet sixteen for all the purple sparkly penises in the world.

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Some things just get better with age.

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Competition

Noah says to me at breakfast this morning,

" Your eyes are more beautifuler than the stars in the sky."

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...there's a new man in town!

(milk soaked, shirtless, and with rooster hair)

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Baby's going to Wal-Mart today!

Best Dad

Best Dad
R. A. B.

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The family went to dad’s favorite breakfast joint: IHOP. Pancakes, biscuits & gravy, and hot chocolate hit the spot for all! Next we went shopping at Dick’s Sporting Goods where he bought his new running shoes and the Iron Man Gym set. The three guys are all pumped about improving their musculature! We also presented dad with a new, red duffle bag & cards. Later that evening we had a Father’s Day/B-day feast with Honey, Bogee, Uncle Joe, and Grandmother.

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On the Menu:
Seven layered salad
Deviled eggs
Slaw
Cornbread & rolls
Broccoli & cheese
Corn
Pot roast with red potatoes , carrots, & gravy
Red Velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting & ice cream
Iced Tea/Coffee/Soda

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Father’s Day Interview: June 2009
Mom: What do you most love about your dad?
Noah: He’s real kind.
Ethan: He takes me places & when you make the plans he follows them.

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Mom: What is your favorite adventure with your dad?
Noah: Going camping & fishing & going to the beach with him.
Ethan: The first time I went on the Duck River with him & the first time we played paintball.

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Mom: What’s the funniest thing your dad has ever done?
Noah: He has very short hair???
Mom: How ‘bout the time we went to MTSU & he was carrying all those notebooks and he stumbled in a hole, and then he threw the notebooks over his head, screamed a bad word, and we all laughed at him while strangers came over to help him.
Noah: Yeah! Dat was funny!!!
Ethan: When he shot me in the butt when I was already out in paintball.

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Mom: On a scale of 1-10, how good is your dad?
Noah: 10-because he’s real nice and he buys me food.
Ethan: 8 ½- because he’s a really good dad, but nobody’s perfect. And I really love him.

The Husband Dilemna

I'm going for the less-is-more-approach, here.

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You fill in the blanks...

A Smart Broad

I haven't trusted polls since I read that 62% of women

had affairs during their lunch hour.

I've never met a woman in my life

who would give up lunch for sex.

Erma Bombeck

Warning: Not Pretty

Warning: If you have a sensitivity to wordy-dirds, then stop right here. Read no further. I don’t want to hear about it. No titty-baby whining, OK? You’ve been WARNED. It ain’t pretty. And I ain’t apologizin’. Go ahead: report me to the blogging police. I know where you live, and I will DEAL with you.

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OK-so this has been frosting my ass since yesterday. I really tried to ignore it, but on my drive to Wal-Mart (to give away my paycheck to corporate America), it just kept eating my guts. I was idly sifting through a friend’s blog yesterday when I noticed that she had 316 FOLLOWERS-316-yup-that’s right-316 people who read her blog. I have 11: two of which are related to me; one I had to threaten; three who pity me; and five who are waiting to see the train wreck in real time. My first spontaneous evil thought: who do ya' have to #%@! to get that many followers?!? Like who has that many friends? Seriously. Does she post on Craig’s List, for God’s sake? I haven’t even been NICE to 316 people in my 40 yrs walking the planet. How the hell…..?!?!

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I haven’t been this jealous since 7th grade when Candi M. (yes, she spelled it with a freakin’ i with a heart over it) got a brand new outfit every weekend from Ormond’s. My inner Bon Qui-Qui has been awakened. I want to kick this blogger’s ass in the mall parking lot at 8 PM out by the entrance to Lerner’s. If you see me out, just call "Seccccurrrriteeeeee!”

Kitchen Slut on Strike

...and that's all I've got to say about that.

A Few of My Favorite Things

I love this door so much, I could make out with it!!!

Best, crazy amount of money I ever spent.

No regrets. Period.

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THE ROBE: This is how my children, their friends, my neighbors, and strangers from the pool (don't ask...) will remember me. I suspect it will be laid over my casket one fateful day. Nothing says "You're Home!" like the good ol' robe!

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Boyd Family Ditty:

Donna Jean, Donna Jean,

the washing machine!

Washin 'em fast, washin 'em clean!

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If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!

Question: How many days can this deep sink

hide mounds of dirty dishes & pots & pans?

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Answer: ...not telling!

This sink could hide a crime scene. LOVE IT!

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Who needs prozac? I LOVE my Miracle Mood Stablizer IPOD!

-little blue, dancing dog included-

I am the QUEEN of kitchen disco!

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Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Dishes: Granny Littrell's Royal Mail blue dishes

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I am a notorious dish freak. And these are some of my favorites. These turquois dishes were given to me by my mother-in-law, Jo Ann. A throw back to the days of ladies bridge clubs...love 'em!!!

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Kid Art: Noah's painting of boats on the ocean at sunset. Inspiring!!!
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Hall Closet: This piece of art was created by Ethan.
It hangs in a place of honor in the hall closet.
When the Hawaiian God of Vaccuming says "VACCUM!"
Ethan springs into action!

Your hall closet should be so lucky.
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Rain drops on roses? No way...!

Purple thistles are considered a weed & a livestock hazzard in TN. And boy, are they ever prolific in the TN landscape! They are a beautiful reminder of the Scottish heritage that runs deep in TN culture. We may be rednecks in this neck of the woods...but we're SCOTTISH rednecks, thank ya' verra much!

Camp Life

Boxwell Camp-June 2009

If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there'd be a shortage of fishing poles." - Doug Larson

Girl's Best Friend

Interview with Murphy

"The Good Child"

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Mom: Who are you waiting on, Murphy?

Murphy: My mom

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Mom: Who do you love best?

Murphy: My mom

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Mom: What's your favorite spot in the house?

Murphy: In my mom's chair

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Mom: What's your favorite activity?

Murphy: Riding in the van with my mom

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Mom: Why are you such a good dog?

Murphy: So my mom will give me a treat

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Mom: What do you do all day?

Murphy: Wait for my mom to come home

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Mom: What do you think about all day?

Murphy: My mom

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Mom: What's your idea of paradise?

Murphy: being with my mom

Mom: You're the best dog ever!

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The greatest love is a mother's; then a dog's; then a sweetheart's. ~Polish Proverb

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My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am. ~Author Unknown

Heart and Soul

Differences

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Ethan: ice tea eyes
Noah: espresso eyes

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Ethan: a lover
Noah: a fighter

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Ethan: outdoor enthusiast
Noah: indoor enthusiast

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Ethan: picky eater
Noah: seconds & thirds

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Ethan: on the go
Noah: stuck with mom

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Ethan: chore master
Noah: chore avoider

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Ethan: early bird
Noah: night owl

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Ethan: best helper
Noah: best hugger

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Ethan: loves apples
Noah: loves bananas

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Ethan: many friends
Noah: all about Ethan

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Ethan: avid learner
Noah: quick learner

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Ethan: like dad
Noah: like mom

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Ethan: the carefree dolphin

Noah: the fierce lion

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Both: My Heart and Soul

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Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero. ~Marc Brown

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Help your brother's boat across, and your own will reach the shore. ~Hindu Proverb

Sunday Morning Solitude

Sunday Morning Solitude:

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cup of leftover coffee

read online newspaper

baseball article

take dog on long walk

field of purple thistle in red clay

return home hot & sweaty

guzzle cold water in frosty clear glass

2nd cup of leftover coffee-add lots of milk-microwave

check email & facebook acct

waste time making an online quiz

listen to Lady Antebellum CD repeatedly

sing along in kitchen-feeling happy! then moody...

start a book-put down the book

walk through damp grass to fill birfeeders

look up abstract art-find perfect piece

blogging...

no words needed.

INFIDELITY

CONFESSION: I have been cheating on my hairstylist. In my defense, it is never premeditated. I am blithely committed to our hair relationship when BAM! I am attacked by wanderlust: my co-worker’s new do with the perfectly stacked bob; the receptionist’s elegantly angled bangs; my neighbor’s to-die-for hi-lights; the irresistible coupon in the mail for a free brow wax with cut. And before I know it, I have the phone number & address in my possession, and I am making guilty plans for an illicit assignation. The Greeks might call this hubris: excessive pride or arrogance that brings about one’s downfall. I am ashamed to say I fall prey to the allure of greener pastures and 10% discounts, all in the name of reaching hair nirvana.

However, these fleeting affairs always leave me feeling faintly dissatisfied and contrite. I resent the rushed shampoo, the flicker of boredom in the eye’s of a stranger, the lack of concern and care for my future split ends. So it’s time to return to the comfort of the familiar. Liz will take me back without questions or recriminations. “So, you’ve decided to go shorter…hmm…how did this layer get in here? …easily remedied!” My eyes refuse to meet hers in the mirror as I idly flip through my favorite gossip magazine which she always has waiting for me.

“So tell me about the boys…”

...and I am forgiven. And I will never cheat again… Swear!

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In business partnerships and marriage partnerships, O' the cheating that goes on.” Saul Antin

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"You've got your finger jammed in your ear, you're shushing people on the streets. You're ducked behind a dumpster so you can hear about your friend's new hair cut. 'What about the bangs are they shorter?!?...Are the bangs shorter?!?...THE BAAANGS!!!” Ellen DeGeneres

Friday's Theme

Quote by Og Mandino

“I will act now. I will act now. I will act now. Henceforth, I will repeat these words each hour, each day, everyday, until the words become as much a habit as my breathing, and the action which follows becomes as instinctive as the blinking of my eyelids. With these words I can condition my mind to perform every action necessary for my success. I will act now. I will repeat these words again and again and again. I will walk where failures fear to walk. I will work when failures seek rest. I will act now for now is all I have. Tomorrow is the day reserved for the labor of the lazy. I am not lazy. Tomorrow is the day when the failure will succeed. I am not a failure. I will act now. Success will not wait. If I delay, success will become wed to another and lost to me forever. This is the time. This is the place. I am the person.”

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I'm gonna give this a whirl...tomorrow,I think...I'm getting geared up...don't believe it?...just wait and see...I'll get right back to you...girding my loins...after this cup of coffee.

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“Lazy people are always eager to be doing something.”
French Proverb

Love Letter from Mr B

Hubby went out of town for a few days.

So I say to him, “How bout writing me a romantic email while you’re away?”

And this is what I received:

I love you high

I love you low

I just thought

That you should know

I love you in a boat

Or near a moat

Or with a goat

Or on the lake in a float

I love you best

When you are nude

And when you are not being rude

I love you near

I love you far

I don’t much care for you

When I’m driving the car

But, other than that

I love you for who you are

~Unless you are in a bad mood~

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Poet: R.B.

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Unconditional love is soooo overated!
Braggin' rights: A love poem with a goat in it-now that's what I'm talkin' about!

I'm Having What She's Having!

To my devoted Blither Blather readers,
I have been overwhelmed by your loyal readership and profuse, positive comments. I confess I never expected to collect a single follower-let alone seven of you!!! I actually MADE my husband become a follower. It is not enough that he has to live these experiences with me; I needed him to READ about them, too! His silent acquiescence was a hollow victory. No husband worth his salt would rebel over his wife’s harmless blither-blather-blogging. However, winning over busy women who manage children, households, clients, careers, finances, sporting commitments, laundry, pets and parents-now THAT is something to brag about!!! As a small virtual token of my gratitude & esteem, I am passing along my beloved RECIPE (as in The Waltons’ spinster aunts’ recipe in the mason jar) for you to enjoy. Share a cocktail with someone who may inspire you, make you laugh, or who simply shares in the important or mundane moments of your life. CHEERS! May we all aspire to be the woman sitting on the sofa!

Pink Panty Pull Down Recipe
For 1 gallon

10-12 oz each: vodka, Malibu Rum, & Capt Morgan’s
Add about a quart of water to make 2 qts total
Pink Lemonade/mix for 2 qts
1 qt cran-apple juice
12 oz V8 peach mango (orange juice will work)
10 oz V8 Splash Tropical Colada & Pineapple juice

Amounts & types of juices can vary. The ratio of lemonade/juice to alcohol is 4:1.

Freak Out!

Dilemna: At 9:53 AM, I discovered that my keys, cell phone, and wallet were locked in the van. Damn! The strict, young, cross country coach had made it clear in his email that runners were to be picked up 10 AM, SHARP. Now what was I going to do?

The series of events that followed:

Call to Richard to get key code to unlock van. Controlled nervousness. No answer.

Repeat call to Richard. No answer. Rising nervousness. F-bomb!

Call to Honey’s cell. She can reach him. No answer. Panic rising. F bomb!

Call to Honey’s house. No answer. Rising irritation. F bomb!

Call to carpool mom. No answer. Panic peaking. F-bomb!

Call friend who can help. No Answer. Coming unglued. F bomb!

Run to front yard to frantically search for neighbors. No one home. F bomb!

Call to Coach. No answer. Must leave message in calm teacher voice. F bomb!

Call to Richard. No answer. Repeat call 4 more times. F-EXPLOSION-F%$#!

Notice Noah digging in fridge. Complete hysteria unleashed in ancient Hebrew voice of Darth Vader: “GET OUT OF THE REFRIGERATOR NOW AND GO UPSTAIRS!”

Phone rings. F bomb! It’s Richard with the code!!! F bomb!

Flying like Wonder Woman, I commit 7 traffic violations at daring speeds in less than 1/10th of a mile and swing into the parking lot at 10:04 AM to find strict, young coach blithely yapping away to runners, and no one ever the wiser. F bomb!

Call from Richard. “So do you know the key code now for future reference?”

Response: uh…hmm..well..I guess I need to write that down…sometime…F bomb!


*Note to dear readers (all 6 of you): My apologies if the F bomb offended your delicate sensibilites. No harm was intended...I think.

Modern day Tom & Huck

Mark Twain reflected on his soft nature regarding the shananigans of boys in a letter posted Nov 30th, 1900. For those of us raising & loving the modern day Tom Sawyer & Huck Finn, Twain's sentiment speaks directly to that irresistable quality of mischeviousness that is part of the charm of boys in general. The letter follows: Mark Twain's Letters, Vol. 2, p. 702.

Dear Madam:
I know I ought to respect my duty & perform it, but I am weak & faithless where boys are concerned, & I can't help secretly approving pretty bad & noisy ones, though I do object to the kind that ring door-bells. My family try to get me to stop the boys from holding conventions on the front steps, but I basely shirk out of it, because I think the boys enjoy it. And I believe I enjoy it a little, too, because it pesters the family.
My wife has been complaining to me this evening about the boys on the front steps, & under compulsion I have made some promises. But I am very forgetful, now that I am older & my sense of duty getting spongy.

Very truly yours,

S. L. Clemens

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Part II of My Favorite Boys series:

Ethan S. Boyd

entering 6th grade, age 11, outdoor enthusiast

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Mom: What’s your personal motto?
Ethan: Try to always be nice to someone every day

Mom: If you were president for the day, what would you do?
Ethan: Well I would try to help out the economy in anyway I can & try & straighten up the bad things.

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Ethan: I would like to join the army.

Mom: What are you best at?
Ethan: Being active every day

Mom: Most embarrassing moment?
Ethan: This year when I sneezed on someone’s chair during music and all the girls got grossed out

Mom: What makes you mad or sad?
Ethan: Thinking about my family members or friends dying

Mom: How would you spend a $100?
Ethan: I would spend ½ and then I would save the other 1/2 in my bank

Mom: What’s your favorite song?

Ethan: All Summer Long (Kid Rock)

Mom: What's the worst trouble you ever got in?

Ethan: Probably when I hurt my brother pretty bad because he was being very ANNOYING!

Mom: What’s your favorite hobby?
Ethan: Collecting historical military stuff and paintball

Mom: What do you most like about school?
Ethan: Meeting new friends

Mom: What does your mom love most about you?
Ethan: My personality

Mom: What’s the hardest part of being a big brother?
Ethan: Having to do what he wants to do all the time

Mom: I am so proud of you, Ethan!

Little Brother Goes on the Record

“Of all the animals,the boy is the most unmanageable.” Plato

Noah Boyd

Age 6

This interview was conducted in my sitting room. The subject began the interview sitting in a chair, moved to the piano to bang out tunes, drug the chair to the mirror to make faces at himself, laid on the back of the couch, and had to be called back to the room twice.

Mom: If you could have only one super power what would it be?
Noah: Shape shifting

Mom: If you were president for the day, what would you do?
Noah: Das’ a hard one….hmmm…let’s skip dat one.
Noah: (10 minutes later when asked again)
I would take my family out to dinner???

Mom: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Noah: A pizza man or a guy that works at Subways

Mom: What are you best at?
Noah: I would say tackling my brother

Mom: What makes you mad or sad?
Noah: When Ethan yells at me it makes me mad (said with angry face & voice)

Mom: How would you spend a $100?
Noah: I would buy an amp, some Pokemon cards, and das’ it

Mom: What’s your favorite song?
Noah: (sings) Buddy you’re an old man…(bangs on piano)
(sings) When School’s Out (bangs harder) Hit me like a Hurricane (bangs faster)
Mom: OK! Stop it!

Mom: What’s the worst trouble you’ve ever been in?
Noah: When I accidentally broke the wall with my spine
Mom: yeah….right… how about the time you drew the map on the carpet in the bonus room? hey, come back in here…!

Mom: Who do you want to be like when you grow up?
Noah: Ethan

Mom: Who’s your enemy?
Noah: Zack because when I just get something he runs at me, pushes me down on concrete (said with angry face & voice)

Mom: What’s your favorite hobby?
Noah: I would say bungee jumping
Mom: You’ve never done that!
Noah: uh-huh, but I did it on the trampoline with the straps when I went to see grandmother & it was kind of like bungee jumping

Mom: What do you most like about school?
Noah: I would say having recess and lunch and…(pauses to think)
…and having early dismissal!
Mom: (thinking to herself) He’s got something there…

Mom: What does your mom love most about you?
Noah: I give her hugs and kisses a lot.
Mom: You are so right!!!

Boys are beyond the range of anybody's sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.” James Thurber

Gossip Girls

Gossip Girls

A man once said to me that talking about PEOPLE is the lowest form of conversation but talking about IDEAS is the highest form of conversation.

My first thought: only a MAN would believe such tripe! Women know the truth: there is nothing more important than discussions about our children, husbands, friends, neighbors, co-workers, and in-laws. Who in HIS right mind would exchange gold for brass???

Well, a man, obviously.

I had the great pleasure of spending the morning at my good friend Sara's home helping under the guise of "cleaning out the china cabinent." I have to admit, she knows me well. The prospect of fondling dishes is exciting to me, and I was instantly (embarrasingly) game. I would like to report that we spoke of great authors & literary works, that we discussed relevant issues of global warming & its economic impact on the future, the political state of affairs in our community, and the code of morality that is missing in today's youth. High minded & high brow, our conversation was NOT.... but oh, was it ever JUICY!!!

However, the best part of the morning was spent in the company of Sara's darlin' daughter, LC. She is absolutely delightful! Full of hugs and stories and giggles. It was a thrill to see her pink room and to meet her hamster Daphne who lives in a pink cage, and to eat lunch with someone who says, "Sit beside of me Donna Boyd!" I am her dedicated acolyte for life. And LC, if your mother is reading this to you, You are the BEST muffin maker, EVER!!! Donna Boyd says so!

So this is a shout out to two of my favorite gossip gals: Sara & LC. Best morning of the summer yet!!! Thanks for including me!

....Somethin' to Talk About...!!!

Men have always detested women's gossip because they suspect the truth: their measurements are being taken and compared." Erica Jong

“While gossip among women is universally ridiculed as low and trivial, gossip among men, especially if it is about women, is called theory, or idea, or fact.”
Andrea Dworkin

“All literature is gossip.”
Truman Capote

Morning Revelation

Morning Revelation

Problem: As a full time working mother, I have not had the pleasure of viewing my house in streaming rays of morning daylight for most of the year. The shock came at 8:42 AM.

Jesus-Murphy-Malone-Christ!!! What kind of people would live like this ?!?!

Solution: must buy room darkening blinds ASAP.

"Housework, if you do it right, will kill you."

Erma Bombeck