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!

Mimi

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,

Mimi

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.

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...

MIMI

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.)

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 the....box won. I fought the box and the...box 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.

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.