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I'm going to try something different. Normally when I've had a good run and start to go down again it puts me in a funk. I can't say that I embrace the tanking, in fact I do the opposite.





I feel sorry for myself because each time I start to feel good I think, "Boy, that sure stunk being down with the WNV. I learned a lot. Thank goodness it is over and I can get on with my life"! And then inevitably.....the day comes and I tank again.




Yesterday I felt it coming on and as I lay on the couch and later that evening in bed hooked up to the machine that zaps life into me I could feel those feelings of sadness wash over me and then I thought, "Nope! There is more to learn here. Come what may and love it". I need to keep reminding myself from time to time that right now I am in school being taught by the best teacher and that it is a privilege. With the pain comes the sweet so while I'm in pain it reminds me of how sweet it is to not be in pain and how glorious those nights were last week when I ran.

I am also grateful that I have a baby sis that forgives me for taking two years to finish her birthday present. It is finally done and is off to be framed after it dries.

What is Christopsomos?

Christopsomos is Greek celebration bread.......



We had it with Greek celebration pasta and Greek celebration spinach that looks kind of wilty but fits our wilty personalities round these here parts.

While we were eating our dinner celebrating our Greek heritage that I'm sure we have down the line, probably one of the children of my great great great great great Jewish grandpa who married my Polynesian grandma, I was talking about something and Levi pipes up and says, "Woman, be quiet"!

I immediately closed my mouth and didn't say another word for the rest of the meal.

I couldn't. I was too busy trying to keep my food in my mouth that I had almost spewed forth when I busted up laughing.

I wasn't gonna say anything but I'm gonna

There is an e-mail that is circulating around. I received it the other day and it really bothered me. It was one of those that you forward on to as many people as you possibly can to get "the information out". The problem with this e-mail is that the information was not only false but harmful. Harmful in that those who do not take the time to learn and research would form an opinion, a hateful opinion might I add, against a people who are good. Those people are, the Muslims.

This is the e-mail that is going around:

USPS New 42-Cent Stamp!!!

Celebrates Muslim holiday.


If there is only ONE thing you forward today.... let it be this!


REMEMBER


the MUSLIM bombing of Pan Am Flight 103!


the MUSLIM bombing of the World Trade Center in 1993!


the MUSLIM bombing of the Marine Barracks in Lebanon !


the MUSLIM bombing of the military Barracks in Saudi Arabia !


the MUSLIM bombing of the American Embassies in Africa !


the MUSLIM bombing of the USS COLE!


the MUSLIM attack on 9/11/2001 !


all the AMERICAN lives that were lost in those vicious MUSLIM attacks!

Now President Obama has directed the United States Postal Service to REMEMBER and HONOR the EID MUSLIM holiday season with a new commemorative 42 Cent First Class Holiday Postage Stamp..


REMEMBER to adamantly & vocally BOYCOTT this stamp, when you are purchasing your stamps at the post office.


All you have to say is "No thank you, I do not want that Muslim Stamp on my letters!"


To use this stamp would be a slap in the face to all those AMERICANS who died at the hands of those whom this stamp honors.


REMEMBER ~
pass this along to every Patriotic AMERICAN that you know and lets get the word out !!!



Here is something to chew on...



They (MUSLIMS) don't even believe in Christ, & they're getting their own Christmas stamp! BUT, don't dare to dream of posting the ten commandments on federal property! This is truly UNBELIEVABLE !!!

Sounds horrible doesn't it? The MUSLIMS doing all of these devastating things and if this were true then I'd be behind this e-mail sending it on just as fast as I could. I am fiercely patriotic but the sad truth is the MUSLIMS are not the ones who did these terrible things.

What? They didn't? Then who did? The same people that the MUSLIMS who live over in Pakistan and other countries are terrified of and have living in their backyard lurking in the shadows causing terror to their daily lives. The Al Qaeda and Taliban.

So there is my soap box for today. Not my normal post but something I felt needed to be addressed.

I find this udderly perplexing.....

and apparently I'm not the only one. Is it a he or a she?




And if it is either a he or a she....does it have a milking stool attached to it.....




or is it being attacked by an octopus........I really can't decide but from the looks on this bovines face and the way it's head is hanging......it is quite upset and confused as well. Maybe knitting anatomically correct toys for The Natives wasn't such a good idea after all...........

You know me! I never say a word.........I just mind my own business.

The Sexy Scout Master said that when I gush over him on my blog that it embarrasses him. He said he wished I'd stop. Now,you all know me. I would never in a million gazillion years want The SM to be embarrassed so I won't say anything more on that subject. I won't tell you that when I see him holding our babies that it does things to my insides that should be illegal. You're going to just have to look at the photos without any commentaries because I'd hate to embarrasse The SM.

I did something naughty.......and I loved every minute of it!

Last night the SM came home from scouts and asked me what was wrong. I told him I wanted to go running. My body was so agitated and wanted to move even though it hasn't been able to. To REALLY move as in some serious physical take your feet and pound them into the pavement.

The SM asked me if I wanted to go for a walk and I told him NO! I wanted to run and then I begged him to please take me running. So he did!

And I ran. Well, shuffled more like. It isn't running when the SM is walking quickly next to you but I didn't care. I was out picking up my feet taking my heart rate up a few notches and embracing the cool night air and it felt awesome!

This is the problem with being naughty. At least for me........I wanna do it again!!! I got away with it once.....think I could again?

Clifford got in a car accident.

This is Clifford. I think you can see why we call our Suburban Clifford. He has served us well over the years and hopefully for many more. I'm not willing to give him up just yet.




A few weeks ago another car rammed into Clifford and can you see what it did to Clifford???? There's a reason I drive a jacked up hunk of metal. We couldn't see any damage either.....well on Clifford. The car that hit us.....it got kind of busted up.

Clifford needed a bath in a big way. Hauling The Natives around........the SM hauling the scouts around........it was time. Another reason I drive a jacked up hunk of metal. When it is time to wash.......I hose the sucker down inside and out and wash away the summers worth of camping trips.




My baby felt his vehicle needed washing.




He worked long and hard on his van until..............








.......and then I made him stand there pretending I couldn't hear him so I could take photos of his predicament. I'm a mom. It's what I do!