Thursday, November 11, 2010

Gap's Give and Get Program

Hello, out there!  LONG time no see!  I've been away for quite a while just living life to the fullest.  How blessed am I that I have the privilege of making that statement?!!  

Today, as I was reading a friend's blog, I learned that Gap has developed a program called the Give and Get Program, designed to raise funds for charities and, in return, rewarding it's consumers for their participation.   With just a click of a button, a charity of your choosing will receive 5% of the proceeds of your purchases while you get a discount of 30%.  That's pretty amazing!  It's a way of helping those in need while helping ourselves as well. 

Purchases can be made, November 11- November 14, 2010, at the following stores: 
Banana Republic
Old Navy
Banana Republic Factory Store
Gap Outlet in-store 

I chose The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. 
 Click HERE to help a charity of your choosing :o)  

With ♥


Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Umbrellas Are For Cowards

Did you all pass out in surprise when Erica posted yesterday? I'll bet you thought we Five Moms were lost in a pile of laundry somewhere, didn't you? Wasn't her idea adorable?

I would love to blog about something equally brilliant. Unfortunately you're just stuck with my ramblings, because I haven't been working on anything other than my tan, and that isn't going so well.

Today I fixed my hair all cute and then proceeded to watch all my stylin' wash away in the rain. And I do mean RAIN, we are talking Noah's Ark rain, people. My. Word.

Here's the problem: I don't like to wear a hat in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle. I don't like to wear a hood in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle. I don't like to wear my HAIR in the rain because it ruins my hairstyle. "Umbrellas are for cowards!" I cry as I run outside and totally throw caution (and my hair) to the winds.....and the rain.

I absolutely pretty much 100% categorically refuse to carry an umbrella.

Umbrellas are a nuisance. Who wants to carry an umbrella, look at all the fun you'd be missing? When you refuse to carry an umbrella:

  • You can have the crazy thrill of running through a parking lot as fast as you can, hoping that it's not raining as much as it looks.
  • You can experience that wonderful moment when a big drip cascades down your neck, down your back and between your shoulder blades
  • Your hair can be a quick change artist - from full to flat in 5.7 seconds.
  • You can experience what it would be like to take a shower with everything on.
  • You can experience the fun as your mascara burns your eyes and runs down your face.
  • You can look like a raccoon with your rings of mascara all around the eyes.
  • You can have an excuse to change your clothes several times a day, as no one would expect you to remain in wet clothes.
  • You can listen to the squeak, squeak, squeak of your shoes as you walk through the store and everyone turns to stare at you.
  • You can have the thrill of discovery as you realize that you have a hole in the bottom of your shoe.
  • You can cry in the rain and no one will ever know, unless you do the big ugly cry, in which case everyone will know.
  • You can come in all wet from outside and look at someone blankly when they brightly ask "Oh, is it raining outside?"
On the other hand, there could be lots of fun carrying an umbrella too:
  • You could smack people with it if they are walking too slow.
  • You could use it to pick up gum off the ground if you're feeling hungry.
  • You could wave it around and yell "I am Mary Poppins. Follow me if you want to learn how to fly!!!!" and start running away fast.
  • You could use it as a cane when your legs start to ache from all that running.
  • You could carry it upside down and use it to carry your groceries.
  • You could hide behind it and play peek-a-boo with total strangers.
  • You could buy one in every color to match your wardrobe.
The possibilities are endless, but I may rethink my umbrella policy, although I have yet to see 007 with an umbrella. So, tell me, do YOU use an umbrella when it's raining or do you like living dangerously?

Monday, November 1, 2010

Willow Tree Kids

I finally completed my project!
And I absolutely love it!

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

It's Not Wallpaper, It's Hairpaper

Here are ten things you don't want your husband to hear you say when you are removing wallpaper and he is in the other room within earshot:

1. Uh oh!

2. ooooooops!

3. Wow, that scratch looks pretty deep.

4. Hmmm, I wonder if I can hide that behind a picture frame?

5. Wow, who knew you could put a hole in the sheetrock like that?

6. Good grief, another one?

7. I can't believe that sheetrock is so fragile. I mean, after all, it has ROCK in its name.

8. Ouch!

9. Why did I ever decide to remove this in the first place??????

10. I think I changed my mind.

I think I will be removing wallpaper for a very long time, sigh. Maybe we should just close the door and put "caution" tape across it. Distressed is "in" right now, but not sure that the walls would qualify.

Tonight I was watching a little t.v. and my husband pulled a piece of wallpaper out of my hair. Maybe I'll start a new trend. Care to join me? What will you be wearing in your hair?

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Battle Of The Dog Hair

As the "parent" of a toy poodle, I must admit that there were times that I felt superior to a cat owner. My friends with cats had cat hair all over the clothes, and I could not relate. I wondered how they could leave the house with all that cat hair on them.

Until my day of reckoning came. I failed to reckon with our beagle who is about the size of a small elephant. That dog flings his hair everywhere without a care.

He loves to scratch his back all over my blue and white checked slipcovers. As he walks by my coffee table he leaves a little of his DNA on that too. I have found beagle hair on my kitchen counters, in my kitchen cupboards, on top of my dishes, and recently I noted on facebook that I found a dog hair in the fridge.

In the fridge, people! Now, either my dog is having a party every time we leave the house or his hair can fly. Or he can fly.

Do you know that dog hair floats? It floats!!!! (Please don't ask me how I know that.)

I no longer feel superior to cat owners. Instead, I just hope that they will avert their eyes in pity whenever I walk by them. However, I know that they are turning around and staring at all that dog hair on my back.

Let's just say that you ought to invest in a company that sells lint remover, because I think that their stock is about to go up.

Monday, September 20, 2010

Four Moms & A Grandma!!!

Actually, I'm a "Granny", not a "Grandma"...

Can you believe it? This amazing littla fella is ALL MINE!
I got to meet him for the first time yesterday, and he's absolutely PERFECT in EVERY way!

His mommy and daddy are pretty proud, too!

My new love!
"Jayson Cade Scott"

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Rainy Days And Tuesdays Just Doesn't Cut It

I think that Tuesday and Thursday get a raw deal.

I mean, think about it. Everybody talks about Monday, even if they dread it. They always know when Monday is because for many people it's the start of the work week. Nobody forgets about Monday. Monday even sounds better in a song. "Rainy days and Tuesdays...." just doesn't sound the same, does it? It just doesn't cut it.

Wednesday is the middle of the week, so it you work Monday-Friday you pat yourself on the back Wednesday morning and tell yourself that you have only two more days to go. You know you can hang in there. It's only two more days until you're freeeeeee!

Friday. Well, it's Friday!!!!!! Everybody loves Friday. How can you not? For most people it is the start of their weekend. People count the days until Friday. In fact, for some people their Friday comes on Monday!

Then there is Tuesday and Thursday. Nobody gets excited about Tuesday or Thursday and it kind of makes you feel bad for them, doesn't it?

They are kind of the orphan days of the week. It's just very sad.

When you think about it Thursday is closer to the beginning of the weekend than Tuesday is, so really Tuesday has to put on a happy face and pretend it doesn't matter. Because nobody likes a sore Tuesday.

I just want to stand up for all the Tuesdays and Thursdays out there and say you aren't alone! You matter.

Tuesdays and Thursdays have feelings too, people......

Friday, September 10, 2010

While The Cats Away The Mice Will Play...

Not hardly.

I have had 2.5 days of me time & yet I have not found time for me.

How is that?

All 3 of my children started school on Tuesday...

I should now have a ton of time to Blog, Edit Pictures & Hang out with friends.
Yeah right!

I haven't done any of those things since Freedom school started.
Well...except right now...but I am typing this post at 10:00 PM & I just created that lovely collage too.

I am still waiting for the part where this Mouse gets to play while the Cats are away.

As my good friend Annie always sang "Tomorrow, Tomorrow"

Maybe Tomorrow!

I'm not complaining though because I wouldn't do that...
Especially since I just wrote myself a letter to stop it!

Have a Blessed Weekend!

Friday, September 3, 2010

What Is Fall?

Fall is...

• Pumpkin Patches

• Apple Orchards

• Hay Rides

• Corn Mazes

• Bon Fires

• Foot Ball Games

• Soccer Games

• Playing in the Leaves

• Candles Burning

• Hoodie Sweatshirts


• Crisp Mornings

Did I miss anything? What is Fall to you?

Let Fall Begin!

It's the most wonderful time of the year,


Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Just Call Me Cheyenne, As In Wyoming.....

Sometimes I visit someone's blog and type my comments in a hurry, and sometimes I accidentally type my name "Bab" instead of "Nan" because I hit the wrong keys. I have done this several times.

I am seriously wondering how many people think my name is Bab?

I never really liked my name. I wanted something exciting, mysterious, fun. I mean, who can get excited about a name that is spelled exactly the same, whether it's forward or backwards. This is called a Palindrome, by the way. Like Bob, or Hannah, or Eve.

How can you make a nickname or shorten Nan? Na?

When I was in 7th grade I wanted to be named Cheyenne, or Tiffany. Not Tiff-ney, but Tiff-A-ney. Don't forget the A, people.

I used to write my "dream" name all over my school folder. I would match up my dream name with my dream boy. You know, the cute boy that you liked back then? My dream boy had glasses and braces and I wanted glasses or braces soooooo bad just because he had them.

Of course he was my dream boy for all of maybe a week or two. Girls are fickle when they're in 7th grade.....

The "dream" boy changed (and eventually I married my dream man!) but my dream name never did. I still think that there is a Cheyenne buried deep down inside of me. Or maybe a Tiffany. With an A for Attitude.

Friday, August 27, 2010

I Haven't Been Ignoring You...

I have just been busy with my new JOB!

I have started driving a Taxi.

The pay is not great, but the people I drive around make the job so worth it.

I have three passengers that use my Taxi on a regular basis, so I am busy learning their schedules.

I am supposed to be picking up more hours in September too.

The job is very demanding...

Long hours...
Tight schedules...

But listening to music makes the drive time more bearable
listening to my passengers conversations is good entertainment.

So, I am not ignoring anyone or anything on purpose...just adjusting to the new job.

Anyone else drive a MOM TAXI?

Enjoying the RIDE...

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Tees Into Rugs

As I was looking for inspiration for today's Thumbs Up, I ran into a really cool reuse project via Re-Nest by Laura @ Xoelle.  The project comprises of taking your old t-shirts and turning them into a rug.  

My husband has mounds and mounds of t-shirts that, honestly, have seen better days.  Some with raggedy necks and teeny tiny holes and spots here and there.  But now, I'm seeing them in a new light.

(don't worry sweetie, your t-shirts are not in any danger, I respect your private property and will ONLY take donations :o)  

I'm now realizing that he has a treasure in his dresser drawer.  I opened it and a ray of light hit my face.  There laid his t-shirt loot with festive images of Margaritaville and softies telling me that Life Is Good.  Life is good when you can re-purpose something old into something new and useful.  

Thank you Laura for sharing this great little project.

To See How Laura Turns This...

Into This...

Click Here.

 With ♥ Miti
(Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS comes to light.)

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's a Wrap Party

How come a man can figure out how to put together a baby's crib but can't figure out how to open a box of saran wrap properly?

My box of plastic wrap is mangled. It looks like its been through a war. Either that or men get together and have a wrap party where they all get together and mangle it at once.

People, those things aren't that hard to open. The hard part comes after you open it.

Seriously, who hasn't wrangled with a roll of plastic wrap?

I can't tell you the number of times I've wrestled with one and the box has won. Reminds me of that famous song "I fought the box and won. I fought the box and won." Something like that anyway.

Usually what happens is I get maimed. That's right. I leave skin, blood and a little DNA.

There is probably a secret to that stuff, but I don't wanna know it. I like having a knock-down drag-out fight every time I am attempting to cover my leftovers.

Sometimes it's the only exercise I get that day. Well, that and trying to burp the tupperware.

Which reminds me, there are only two things you burp....babies and Tupperware, right?

Just don't get the two confused.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Man Vs. Machine

During summertime my hubby is obsessed with mowing our lawn. He considers it a personal insult if the grass dares to grow beyond what he thinks it should.

If it grows as much as a quarter of an inch past, it is ON, people! It's quite entertaining to see the battle o' the green.

Hubby drags the lawn mower out and begins to mow the lawn. The lawn mower says "I don't think so, mister" and proceeds to make a loud noise and give it up.

I jump at the noise and go running to the window because I think that the lawn mower has eaten my husband. I am happy to see my husband alive and with all his limbs attached.

My hubby is thinking "No blood, no glory" and fiddles with the mower a bit.

He gently coaxes it to work again with tender promises and outright lies, and then goes back to the business of mowing. Sticks fly, grass goes everywhere, and I forget he's out there and send the dogs out.

"Who let the dogs out? Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!".......oh, sorry........would you prefer "Who? Who? Who? Who?"

Yes, it was me. I forget and let the dogs out while hubby is fighting mowing the lawn. I then try to get the dogs back in, or at least the toy poodle before that mean ole' mower eats all five pounds of her.

Then he will mow right over some of my flowers in the flower bed and I will call out the window "Ummmmm......that was a flower........" Then he mows over some more flowers and I think that maybe I should take his warning to weed the flowers more seriously. After all, when the grass begins to grow into the flower beds, who can blame him?

Hubby is out there for about five years because we have a lot of lawn. Once again he thinks about how much easier it would be to have a riding mower. But once again, his frugality gets the better of him.

Well, that and I think he really like to fight with the thing. After all, nothing will make you man up like having to fight with a lawn mower. Do I hear an "amen" grunt?

Lately, our sons have been taking turns mowing the lawn. Recently, I think I saw a tear of nostalgia fall from my husband's eye as he watched, probably thinking "That used to be my job." Cheer up, honey, there will be lots of lawn mowing years ahead of you after the boys leave the nest.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Puttin' IT on the Ritz

The light bulb in my head lit up when I made an interesting discovery today. It's something that had crossed my mind but I'd just shrug the thought away.  So, when I saw Dana implementing it and making it into something great, I knew it'd be worthy of a Thumbs Up. 

Here's a little background info for ya... 
Growing up, my mom ALWAYS stressed the importance of cleaning your plate.  I usually didn't have any problems with that.  And just as the world turns, somethings just never seem to change.  I'm STILL cleaning my plate.  I can't seem to bring myself to trash the left-overs.  Maybe it's me thinking of the poor starving kids in the world OR maybe it's me just loving to eat.  But, as much as I'd like to, I can't eat it all either. 

That being said, I'm left with a fridge on the verge of a left-over EXPLOSION.  You better watch out cause you may just get a BIG'O'TUB of homemade buttercream icing smack you right up-side your head. For some reason, I ALWAYS seem to make more than I need and that's what I'm left with.  LOTS AND LOTS OF SWEET, CREAMY BUTTA.

That's what makes today's little discovery so awesome.  Icing's not just for swirling on a birthday cake anymore.  It also fits perfectly nestled between two buttery Ritz Crackers.  How simple is that?!!  It's a little sweet and a little savory and it sounded so good, I HAD to try it.

So, I reached for the huge tub of icing and made myself a little batch.
Here's my final result with a minor tweak.

No Ritz.  No problem.  Little Keeblers worked just fine.
I popped them in the freezer and, in a matter of minutes, they magically turned into mini frozen treats.

Aren't you tempted?  I sure was. 

No longer will my buttercream sit in the cold, waiting for the next cake order to come in.  With a wink and a smile, I'm putting it to good use right away...


With ♥ Miti
(Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS comes to light.)

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

It's My Wallpaper And I Can Take It Down If I Want To

Oh wow, I totally forgot about my post today. Sorry! I do have a post all prepared and ready to go, but I totally forgot to "publish" so it is still sitting in draft. Guess I'll use it next week.

As I mentioned on my "Messy Monday" post on my personal blog, I am trying to tear down the wallpaper in the bathroom.

Pray for me.

I think the people put it on with concrete because it won't budge.

At times like this you start thinking that maybe having a room with bits of wallpaper torn off wouldn't be so bad. Perhaps we could call it "art." Or "shredded art."

After all, that whole "shred" thing worked for Jillian Michaels. I could be the Jillian Michaels of wallpaper art.

If I can't get that wallpaper off I am going to hire a demolition crew and take that wall down, people. That wallpaper is not going to beat me. No way.

Kind of makes you feel bad, though. Any wallpaper that fights that hard to live deserves to. But not on my wall.

Maybe I'll make a dress out of it and sell it on ebay. Any takers?

Friday, August 6, 2010

What A Week...

I think I have just finished the most boring week in my entire life
I think...

You know you are having a boring week when...

10. You only have a few things on your to do list
you have plenty of free time
Mid week they are still on your list

9. You can't remember what you did the day before

8. People keep asking you...Are you alright?

7. You have to take your Dog to the Vet

6. You have to get your blood drawn & it was the highlight of your day

5. Your van sounds like it is going to fall apart at any moment

4. You go to bed early

3. You are late to VBS every day

2. You have only taken 5 single pictures all week & only because you have to for your 365 project
They were all taken with your point & shoot camera because you were too lazy to bring out the big guns

1. You don't have anything to blog about


Hope your week was a good one!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

My Easy-Peasy, Handy-Dandy Scrub

It's no secret.  Everyone wants to have skin as soft as a baby's bottom.  Even you men out there.  Don't deny it...  You know it's true....  But did you know that it doesn't take a trip down the skin care aisle to get it.  The only place you need to head is to your kitchen cupboard.  Amidst all the culinary ingredients, lies an ALL NATURAL Easy-Peasy, Handy-Dandy Scrub.

Here's what you'll need:
  • Granulated Sugar
  • Olive Oil
(Equal parts of both)

    And for the easy-peasy part:
    • Just mix...
    • Scrub your hands...
    • AND RINSE!

    Oh yeahhh.....
    You feeling it???? 
    Just LIKE a baby's bottom but without all the fuss 
    (and none of the poo).

    With ♥ Miti

    (Thumbs Up Thursday, where AWESOME GREATNESS comes to light.)

    Tuesday, August 3, 2010


    When the kids were little we used to go camping a lot during the summer. My parents and brothers and sisters (and their families) would go as well, so it was a lot of fun. And a lot of work.

    Any mother knows what a chore it is to pack clothes for your child for a camping trip. You pack about 20 pairs of pants and about 50 shirts, plus about 100 pairs of socks. And that is just for the first hour after you've arrived.

    My kids used to go through clothes while camping like it was nobody's business. If you're really lucky, at some point, you get the proverbial rain. If you haven't been camping in the rain you don't know what you're missing, people. It just oozes with fun.

    So you're up camping and it begins to rain. Every child's delight and every mother's nightmare. Because camping is in the dirt, people. That's the oozing part.

    Do you know what happens to dirt when water is poured on it? Lots of water? Lots and lots of water? Well, let me educate you. It becomes mud.

    Mud that gets all over your child's clothes and into every pore and piece of skin that they have. Did I mention that you are up camping?

    That means no baths and no showers, unless you are at a campsite that has those and certainly we never went to any place that had 'em.

    My children were thrilled. All that dirt and mud to play with and not a bath in sight! I was horrified as it was pretty much my major goal in life to keep my children clean. Or at least, semi-clean. I mean, you never know where that mud has been!!!!

    Monday, August 2, 2010

    WARNING---- BORING, yet I bet you can relate!!!

    It was a Sunday afternoon... just your everyday, run-of-the-mill, Sunday afternoon. The kids had just left to go see their daddy, so it was just me in the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. Must have noise!

    The TV is always good for filler-noise. Who knows, maybe there's something entertaining on!

    And so it began. The HUNT. All I wanted was the remote. Just one simple, little remote control. It had been a few hours since I'd last seen it, but I new it was here somewhere. It could NOT be far.

    Hmmm, usually it is found nestled beneath a couch pillow... or inside the doors of the entertainment center. Checked all the regular spots, no remote. Not under there, not on top of there, not on that little table.... must dig deeper.

    And so began the removal of couch cushions. And THAT, my friends, is when it happened.

    That is when I found.... uh..... well, it might be easier to list what all I didn't find! I did not find a live horse, no kitchen sink, and no kitchen mop. But everything else was under there!

    The more I looked, the more my blood seemed to boil.

    BIG COUCH - (the most common sittin' spot)

    Cushion #1 -
    3 Butterfinger wrappers (the miniature kind though), 1 cotton ball, one Star Wars III movie in case, 1 Bugle Boy label off of some socks that we bought who knows when, 1 red 80-sheet wireless notebook, a dirty sock, a ballet slipper & some crumbs

    I thought that was bad, til I moved to the next one:

    Cushion #2 -
    1 purple shirt, 1 white tank top, 1 pair of panties, 1 bra, 3 socks, a hair tie & the other ballet slipper (all of THAT belonged to Riley), a washrag, a screwdriver, a PSP game, a miniature skateboard, 6 used kleenexes, a pencil, a battery, 2 paperclips, a firework, a couple of Legos, 4 pieces of notebook paper, a kids-meal book from Whataburger, some tiny pieces of trash, a few air-soft pellets, and more crumbs.

    Seriously? This is ridiculous!

    Cushion #3 -
    a magnifying glass, 2 pencils, a scarf (this one's actually MINE?!), a few pieces of random paper, 2 receipts, a sock, 2 game pieces, a Tic Tac, and more crumbs.

    Ya know, after the big reveal under cushion #2, this one seemed so MILD!


    Cushion #1 -
    half an easter egg, a hole puncher, a pencil, an eraser, another Lego, a bag of BBs, a papertowel, a key, a battery, more loose air-soft pellets, and a Gatti-land game card.

    Cushion #2 -
    a sock, a toy walrus, a cardboard boomerang, the other half of that easter egg, a pen, a hair-rubberband, and an unknown object? (the kids will surely know what it's for)

    Someday... some way... my house will be clean. That day will probaby not be until I no longer have kids at home, huh?

    2 dirty socks, a playing card, half of an ink pen, and a ton of loose air-soft pellets, and a cracker.... but no longer in "whole" form.... make that a million cracker crumbs.

    And ya know what? STILL no remote control.

    So I began looking UNDER the couches. And ya know what? It was WORSE than under the cushions:

    5 socks, a rag, 2 stereo speakers w/ cords, a fanny-pack (I've never seen this thing before in my life), a t-shirt, trash, a nametage cord, a Nintendo DS game, a spiral notebook, a CD holder, lots a trash, a pink basetball bat, a camp badge, notebook paper, many Legos, a variety of batteries, a magazine, mail fliers, a knife, scissors, dumbell, half of a recorder, a walking stick, a straw, a kleenex, and a thingamabobble (I have no idea what it is)!

    And ya know what? Still no remote.

    Now my living room which "appeared" to be clean just 30 minutes ago is literally TRASHED! And my kids aren't even here to clean it up. So begins the job of putting it all away... also known as DUMPING it all in their rooms so THEY can clean it up when they get home.


    Guess what? Upon duping off a load of said junk in the boys' room, I found my remote... Lying on Mathew's bed. Figures!

    Now, go check under your cushions and leave me a comment telling me how bad your's are. Come on, this Mama needs to feel better about HER house.

    Thursday, July 29, 2010

    Cheap, Beauty-Full Hair Color

    Welcome to my first edition of Thumbs Up Thursday.  If you haven't heard yet, Thursdays here on the Five Moms are now going to be dedicated to nothing but awesome goodness.  Scratch that!  awesome goodness.  Let's say AWESOME GREATNESS instead.  I think it'll be more fitting.  Eventually, I'd like to add a linky, but for now, I wanna just get the ball rolling.

    Today, I'm starting off by giving two BIG THUMBS UP, one is for diy hair coloring and the other is for Garnier Nutrisse.  

    Doing your own hair color is really not that hard and, in my book, the end result beats the high prices at the salon.  I know what you're thinking.  The professionals do it best and a whole lot fancier.  True, but I'm just keeping it real.  The cost of going Pro is just ridiculous to me.  And I figure if Sarah Jess is willing to put her hair behind it, well then it sure is good enough for me. 

    But, LET ME TELL YA, this little box right here is a whole lot more than just "good enough".  

    In my opinion, it's pretty great!  I tried it for the first time about 3 months ago and fell head-over-heels IN LOVE!  So, instead of putting a large chunk of money down the stylist's drain, I'm opting out for a $7 box of Nutrisse.  My color of choice is their darkest brown, Sweet Cola, and since I'm sportin' a fresh coat of it on my head, let me just put into words what this box can do for you.   It will be soft.  It will be luxurious.  And most importantly, the gray will be gone and gone quickly! 

    Can you say VA.VA. VOOM??!!!  

    You will, once you try it!  If my camera hadn't gone KAPUT the other day, I'd show you the evidence left behind.   But, if you can't take my word for it, just look at what it did for Sarah Jessica's do.  I'd like to say it's BEAUTY-FULL!  And, I must say, it feels just as fantastic as it looks. 

    So congratulations Garnier!
    This Thumb's for you!

    Much ♥  Miti

    {tell me, what AWESOME GREATNESS have you discovered lately?}

    Tuesday, July 27, 2010

    Sugar Is Sweet And Very Painful

    Have you ever had your kids or hubby or someone startle you?

    Last night I was "watching" t.v. and my hubby leaned over to kiss me goodnight and I jumped. I may even have let out a small screech.

    My hands may or may not have connected with his face. I don't know. My eyes were closed.

    Hubby then said something incredibly brilliant and enlightening. He said "Did you fall asleep?"

    Another time, I had a small five pound ball of poodle fluff jump on my stomach. Now I know why cartoon characters say "ooof!" if they're playing football or punched in the stomach. And you always thought it was because the artist made them say it, didn't you?

    Five pounds of ninja-dog may not seem like a lot to you. If it doesn't, please ask someone in your family to drop a five pound bag of sugar on your stomach the next time you're sleeping. You're welcome!

    If I am concentrating on something, I can startle easily. I can really block things out sometimes, so if my hubby or someone comes up to me, I can jump about ten feet high. I can also come out swingin.'

    Nice to know those years of karate weren't wasted, ya know?

    Friday, July 23, 2010

    Pets R People Too

    If you have a pet then you will totally understand this post.

    Our Doggie is part of our family.
    She is loved & spoiled.

    This weekend we have to leave her at the Boarding Kennel.
    This will be the first time she will be away from us for more than a few hours.
    We are nervous...
    We are going to miss her...
    We hope that she will do OK without us.
    We hope she still loves us when we get back.

    We are concerned because she is great with people, but other dogs...not so much.

    Have you ever had to Board your pet?

    How did it go?

    Please leave comments that will help ease my mind...
    Or comments that can prepare me.

    Thanks in advance,

    Thursday, July 22, 2010

    My Thumb Idea

    Hey Everyone!!!  It's been quite a while since I last posted.  I'm sure many of you can relate.  After all, it is summertime, time to enjoy the sun in your face.  Although, I have been a bit busy lately with a 4yr old and a house being built, my excuse for absences goes a little further than that. The problem is I've also been hit in the head with a dose of blogger's block.  I really want to get back in here and just share whatever it is I wanna share.  So, I've been searching for a little inspiration and I think I've come up with a little bit of a theme for me to get my creative juices flowing again on Thursdays. 

    I'm calling it Thumbs Up Thursday.  It'll just be me locking my thumb in the upright position and giving recognition to some pretty awesome ideas and finds.  Some will come from me (I hope).  Some will come from others (maybe even you).  Some days it'll be recipes that are out of this world.  Other days it'll be about creativity at it's best.  I've even thought about making it a linky.  So, in true hitchhiker fashion (in no way, shape, or form am I encouraging that) pull out your thumbs, give it a lift, and praise something worth praising.

    Of course nothing is more worth my praise than the Lord above, who has given me endless blessing.  Some came in the form of prayers answered, while others were not.  But, NEVERTHELESS, He is looking out for me and I praise Him ALWAYS ♥

    With ♥ Miti

    Tuesday, July 20, 2010

    Snack Attack

    Do you snack at night? I don't mean getting up in the middle of the night, but do you like a bedtime snack?

    We eat dinner around 5:30 p.m. and usually I don't have a snack before bed, but lately popcorn is calling my name.

    If you listen carefully you'll hear it. N-aaaaa-nnnnn.......NAAAAANNNNN!!!!


    Popcorn is very insistent.

    At some point you have to ask yourself: Why do they call it POPcorn? Why don't they call it MOMcorn? Hmmmm? Moving on.

    There is something incredibly wonderful (and incredibly full of calories) about having a bedtime snack. It harks back to the age of being a child and having to go to bed and just knowing that your parents were up throwing a party.

    They were, I just know it. They were also eating all sorts of wonderful things I'll bet. And you couldn't have any because you were supposed to be in bed sleeping. Who could sleep with all that wonderful food out there?

    When I eat breakfast, lunch or dinner I don't feel "sneaky." I don't feel like I'm getting away with something. However, when I have a small bowl of popcorn I feel like I am living it up, people.

    I know many weight-loss tips say don't eat past 7:00 p.m. Well, having a small bedtime snack isn't really eating. It's sort of snacking, and snacking isn't eating because you're not really committed.

    Committed eating is sitting down at the table with a napkin, a plate, glass, silverware, and maybe even some delightful dinner conversation.

    Snacking is just you and the popcorn. So technically it's not a meal, and if it's not a meal then you're not eating. Right?


    Sorry, did you say something? I couldn't hear you because my mouth was full.

    Monday, July 19, 2010

    God's Promises!

    He never promised it'd be easy.
    He never promised no storms in life.
    But He did send me a rainbow last night...

    ...and it did remind me of His promises!
    He is ever faithful.
    His love is ever true.
    He will never leave me!
    and He'll always see me through.
    If it weren't for the storms, we wouldn't have
    God bless you all on this beautiful Monday!

    Friday, July 16, 2010

    Lazy Days Of Summer...

    I have to admit...
    I am not a huge Fan of Summer itself.

    I do not do HOT well & I am not a Fan of the great outdoors.

    Here in the Midwest it is so HOT & HUMID!
    I could so do without the Humidity!
    I do not like to feel sticky
    I do not like to be shiny
    I do not like to feel as though I am walking around in a Sauna.
    Double YUCK
    *Unless I could shed a pound every time I walked out the door*

    On the flip side...
    I am a Fan of The Lazy DAYS of Summer!

    • Sleeping in just a bit

    • Lounging in my PJ's longer than I should

    • Chilling by a pool

    • Vacations

    • Iced Coffee
    *It just tastes better in the Summer*

    What do you love about the Lazy days of Summer?

    The lady with no A/C in her VAN...
    Remember me in your prayers.
    I kid

    Tuesday, July 13, 2010

    I Can See Clearly Now

    I have trouble committing to a windshield wiper speed in my car. Does anybody else?

    When it's raining I will turn on the wipers. It's like Goldilocks. First, the wipers are waaaaay to fast. Then they are waaaaay to slow. Then they are supposed to be just right. Right?

    However, I can never seem to get them "just right." I don't like a ton of rain on my windshield but I can't stand it when the wipers are going into convulsions on my windshield either. So I turn them way down or off.

    Then I have trouble distinguishing a car from a passing rhino.

    So I turn them back on again, only to get a headache as I watch those suckers fly back and forth on the windshield, trying to do their job.

    They chase each other back and forth across the windshield until my eyes cross just trying to watch them. Then I get the headache, as I said. Then I practically wreck my car because I am supposed to be watching the road.

    By the way, have you ever had a bird do its "business" on your windshield and tried to get it off using the wipers and some spray?


    That's all I'm saying.

    Unless you like it all over the windshield. If you do, by all means continue. Frankly, I prefer one small spot rather than one gigantic smear.

    Of course, I can't help myself and turn on those wipers and make a huge mess on the windshield, making it harder to see and then starting the vicious cycle of turning the wipers on and off again. I just can't commit.

    Tuesday, July 6, 2010

    Is this an aPEELing post?

    When kind of potato peeler are you? I am a wild one. When I have potatoes to peel, look out people.

    Peelings are flying everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Although I don't usually watch cooking shows, I have seen a few in my time.

    Let me tell you, those people peel potatoes as if they are performing surgery and every peeling counts.

    "Now I am about to insert a cut into the potatormorpheous umbilicperditus. It's very tricky so please everyone, let's have silence. We have got to pull this poor potato through. Steady, steady now....keep those hands steady or you'll mash him. Watch out! What're you trying to do? Fry him?"

    They peel potatoes as if they were meeting someone very important and wanted to be polite.

    "Pardon me, Mr. Potato. Do you have any Grey-Poupon? No? Oh, so sorry to have bothered you. Why, thank you sir, nice chatting with you, too. Many kind regards to your wife."

    That's. Not. Me.

    No. I peel potatoes as if my life depended on it. I peel potatoes as if I were a mad scientist who is determined to take over the world.

    "Today, the kitchen. Tomorrow, the world. Mwahahahahahahaha!"

    When I peel, it's every potato for itself. Hands, feet, and potato parts are flying.

    I am flinging potato pieces all over the kitchen and parts unknown. Sometimes I am amazed where those things wind up.

    Oh sure, you can tell me to peel over the garbage or over the sink, but that is for amateurs. I, my friends, am an artist!

    Monday, July 5, 2010

    Happy 4th of July!!!

    We had a great
    4th OF JULY!!!

    We went to the parade on Saturday morning...

    Went and watched fireworks with friends on Saturday night...

    Riley and I spent forever painting our toenails...

    We watched more fireworks and partied with old friends on Sunday night...

    and we're still celebrating with yet MORE old friends this evening!

    Oh how I love 3-day weekends!

    Hope everyone else has had a great weekend and is STILL celebrating with family and friends. =0)