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Friday, April 30, 2010

When I was knee-high to a popcorn...

Here are some photos of me when I was a little girl.  I am easy to pick out as I am the one with the naturally curly hair.   I remember my grandmother reciting the following poem to me when I was being "bad".

There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead
when she was good, she was very, very good,
but when she was bad, she was horrid.

Dammit!  That used to really get me; so as an adult and since the curly hair still applies, I have revised the poem; here goes...

There was a little girl

who had a little curl

right in the middle of her forehead

when she was good, she was very, very good,

but when she was bad, she was Fabulous!

(Btw, Hunnybun prefers the "bad girl"!)  
Ok, perhaps that was TMI, but I could not resist the temptation to test your attentiveness. :)

The first few photos are from my dance lesson days. I was about 5-6 years aged  (As Andi can tell you the lessons did no help me) and yes, I still have the fringy leotard.  When I dance, I look like a reotard.  :) Maybe not that bad, but I like to poke fun at myself every now and then.

This is my mom - I am soooo proud of her.   She is the bursar at Texas Woman's University and has been with the school nearly 34 years.  She is also a motivational speaker and fantastic grandmother.

Now, a few photos of me before stretchmarks...

Shimmy to the right...


Shuffle, shuffle, stomp - Shuffle, Stomp, Shuffle...

Pumpkin Carving...

Me, my sister - Emilie, Debi and Dayna  Yes, I always had to be different and I was a huge E.T. fan!

My impersonation of the Virgin Mary...   (Not one of my more proud moments.)

Mary-Lou Retton, Eat Your Heart Out!

My Sister - Emilie and Yours Truly ( Fifth Grade, I think)

Eighth Grade School Photo - I know, I know, horrible hair cut...

Christmas 1993

Wednesday, April 28, 2010


This afternoon, Doodlebug was doing home work... She looks over at the can of glass and surface cleaner sitting on the bar and she says to me "Mom, cover up the 'gl' you get "a.s.s. and surface cleaner!" She said each letter and not the word. OMG! I howled! She then asked if she could mark out the g and L and see if her dad noticed.!

Heavens to Betsy she has my sense of humor!

Screen Door

Did I tell you Hunnybun custom built a screen door for our home?

I do not think I did; but I am telling you now.

You see, during a thunderstorm, our storm door was ripped off of the house (no, I did not cry because I hate glass storm doors) and I took this opportunity to inform Hunnybun I would like to have screen door instead of another glass storm door. He agreed.

BUT, I did not want a door one could purchase at Home Depot, no, no, I wanted a custom door. Not fancy schmancy screen door but an original door, different from everyone elses. 

So, I cleverly went to Home Depot and purchased the materials to build a custom door. You know, wood and metal screen. I did not want the plasticized screen so often used, no, I wanted metal, like the old days.

And then, it hit me, Andi is right! My house is like something out of Green Acres. I have copper pots and pans, a couple of  acres that are at this moment very, very green, a horse and now a screen door to top it off...

Without further ado, our new, different from all the others,custom made screen door. And it case I was not clear, I love it!