FOLLOWER Confusion.

HERE!

I am confused as to what will happen on our
Blogs as of March 1, Thursday.
If for some reason my FOLLOWERS
are no longer listed on my page,

you can contact me HERE! on Facebook.
Send me a friend request and be sure to
mention the name of your blog so I can
find you.  You can also email me on
the link which is on my sidebar.

"B" is for Better. (better than a "C")

Edited at 4:10 pm to add -I'm hearing rumors about Google
and our Followers.  I'm not
sure what this all means.
Please fill me in - I don't want to
lose contact with you!!

Tomorrow we get a fresh page on our
calendar; a new beginning of sorts.
Remember when I gave my Girl
Scout pledge regarding some goals
for this year?  Here's how I'm doing,
honestly.

. . .to Read my Bible more .
This is probably my most important goal
and I'm happy to report I'm reading
the book of Exodus, wandering
with the Israelites on the way to the
Promised Land.  Not only am I doing
this - I am totally ENJOYING the read.
YES!!

...to have friends into my home more.
Did it!
Had a Dinner Party/Game Night
with some of my favorite friends.
LOVED IT!  Don't know why
I let this slide before.

...to eat healthier.
Plugging along, doing much better
than before setting this goal.
This doesn't mean we're eating
totally healthy, but we are eating
health-IER.

...to take my vitamins and calcium daily.
"Don't hate me 'cause you ain't me!"
This has been the easiest goal
to meet. 

...to read a book occasionally,
not just blogs.
Umm...eeerrrr...
Tanked on this one for the month.
I went to the library - found a great book,
but have lacked the discipline to actually
turn off the TV and read.
I will do better next month.  I will.

...to lose some weight
and keep it off this time.
I AM working on this but the weight
is not coming off nearly liked
I'd hoped.  *sigh*
Frustrated a bit. 

I'd say my grade for February
is yet again a "B".
I'm pleased, yet there is
still room for improvement.

How are you doing with your goals?

School is in session.

If you've watched any political TV lately

then you've  been exposed to
a "snollygoster" or two.

Certainly if you've a teenager in the
house (or a spouse) you've been dealing with a
snarly "Mumpsimus" from time to time.

And, I must admit that on occasion
I have been known to be quite
the "mooncalf" myself.  Humph!

~I love the english language!~

*Snollygoster - One definition of the word dates to 1895, when a newspaper editor explained "a snollygoster is a fellow who wants office, regardless of party, platform or principles...."

*Mumpsimus - a stubborn person who insists on making an error in spite of being shown that it is wrong

*Mooncalf - a foolish or absentminded person

I found this photo of Mr. Daniel Webster.

These old photos make everyone

look to be a meany pants, don't they?

Perhaps even a snollygoster.

  Wonder if his wife,

Caroline, ever thought him

to be a mumpsimus, mooncalf?

Class dismissed.

Cupid Sucks.

Princess has a new boyfriend.
The boy is a guy she met at

camp last summer.  He lives in TX
and we live in LA.  With 4 hrs
of pavement between they
have seen each other twice since
camp, last July.

Truthfully, I don't see what the attraction
is.  They seem to have nothing in common
except the fact that they are both 17.
Honestly, there is nothing wrong with
the kid, but really nothing special about
him either. (Just being totally honest here.)

He mailed her a present for Christmas
and had chocolates shipped here
for Valentines.  They keep connected
via phone and FB. That's been it
until this past weekend. . .

This weekend the "family" came to
our fair city for the weekend, to meet
Princess and her family.
They (their entire family) took Princess
to dinner on Friday night, then
Princess & boyfriend went to a movie
by themself...Saturday Princess spent
the entire day with his "family" as they
explored our town.  She and boyfriend
came back to our house for dinner
then watched a movie here - parents

picked up the boyfriend at 10.

Princess informed us that he and his
"family" would be attending church
with us Sunday morning and then we
were to all go out to lunch together

before the "family" headed back to
Texas...Let the record show that
the family (Mom, Dad, and Sister)
all seemed quite normal and very nice.

But, doesn't this seem like a bit of
over-kill for two kids who are basically
semi-dating?  It seems like this is the
sort of thing one does when one's
children are seriously dating/getting
engaged. etc.

Princess is our 4th child and though
we are sometimes a bit on the over-
protective side, this really all seemed
a bit "much", even to us.  It felt
as though we were caught in the
movie, "Meet the Fockers".

I'd really like to see this relationship

nixed, but, as is human behavior,
the more I say about it the more she
hangs in there with him.  I've said very
little about this to her but I will say even
less in the future, however she does
know I felel their presence was kind of
an uninvited intrusion on our weekend.

I don't think I've ever had an issue with
anyone our other (older) kids have dated.
Ever. 
But with Princess I can't say the same.
She's about 50/50. 

This is the snarky side of me speaking.
I admit this is judgemental.
I admit this is even a little unfair
I also admit I am thankful for the
"four hours of pavment between
his house and ours".

I may not always be nice
but I am always honest.

Cupid sucks.

Beware: Falling Chips

I once was what I would consider "high strung"

but that ship has sailed and with each passing
year I find I become a bit more  of  a push-over mellow.  Case in point:

Princess is dog-sitting for a friend this week.
I knew this was a bad idea.
I knew I would be inconvenienced.
I knew I would not like having 2 dogs
in my house.  But did I say no?
"No".

Sometimes it just seems easier to
let the chips fall where they may
and then complain about all the chips
that have fallen.

I've become a softy.
I can't quite put my finger on
when this happened.

Things that make you go  8&%#  Hmmm.
Softly.

What about you?
Which do you feel you do
the most when things go awry;
Do you PURR or do you ROAR?

Do you wear dresses?

Apple or Pear?

Things used to be so simple.

Or if one was really lucky

perhaps a string bean.

Now things are really getting complicated.

Wearing separates is pretty simple,

but have you been shopping for

a dress recently?

It's not such an easy feat unless

you're looking for a large, floral print.

Things in the south are so laid-back and

casual that I never wear a dress,

even to church, however this summer

we have 2 weddings to attend

so I need a couple of simple, classic,

dresses.  I'm not finding anything

I like in the stores.  Can anyone

recommend a good online site where

I might look?

I love a pretty dress,
but I like it to fit well.

Do you wear dresses?

 

I heart Ambien, part deux

There is a BIG Libbey Glass Outlet

where I live.  My BFF and I usually

go there about once a year to browse

and re-stock.  The prices are great

and it makes for a good outing.

We each bought a few things.

My "finds" included a few glassware

items and a few pieces of silverware.

My entire purchase was $30 ish.

One of the things I like about this

place is the way they carefully pack

all the glass.  They wrap and re-wrap

then box it up for travel, even if you're

just going across town.  The "packer"

even marked one of the boxes with an

"X" so we wouldn't confuse them

on the drive home.  Great idea!

Later that night I put the new glassware

into the dishwasher and left the box

on the counter. 

The next morning I reached into the box

for the silverware I had purchased...

No silverware.   Rats! 

The "packer" had failed to put the

silverware into the box with the glassware.

OR

perhaps she had accidently placed

it in my friend's box.  Called my friend -

nope, it wasn't in her box.

I had my ticket which showed I had paid

for the silverware, so I called the store

to make arrangements to come claim

my purchase.  They were polite but

there was quite a bit of "to do" about

this $6 portion of  my purchase.. 

They had me talk to two people,

then it was determined that the manager

would need to call me back later

in the day to "discuss this".  She did,

but by then it was too late to make

the drive to the store. . .The store

would be closed on Sunday so I

planned to go there on Monday.

Imagine my surprise

when I unloaded

the dishwasher Monday morning

and found the missing silverware.

If you've read yesterdays post then

this is beginning to make sense.

I had taken my "pill" before

unpacking the box and placing

the items into the dishwasher late

Friday night. While I remembered

unpacking the glassware,
I had no recollection of the
silverware. 

'Nuff said.

I heart Ambien.

I am on "the pill".

No uterus = no sleep.

I take Ambien each night.

I take it then it takes about an hour
for it to completely "kick in".

During this hour

I usually read or watch TV.

If the phone rings I'll talk,

and I'm told I make perfect sense

which is sometimes more than
I do sans pill .

Sometimes I eat a snack. etc. etc.

The thing is, the next day I usually
don't remember

much of what I've done during this hour.

So, I have to re-watch TV programs,

re-read my books,

figure out what I ate (by looking at

the crumbs on the counter, etc. etc)

If family or friends call they ask

"Have you taken your pill yet?".

If the answer is "yes",

they simply say they'll call back

tomorrow, 'cause they know

I won't remember the conversation

and they'll have to repeat it all anyway.

I needed to tell you this so you

can understand . . .

"the rest of the story".

To be continued tomorrow -

 

Date with a Geek

I have a date with a Geek.
He'll be here on Tuesday to fix the mess I have made of my computer. I "clicked" on something I shouldn't. The message said I had been infected by a Trojan virus and it would scan and clean my computer. It lied and gave me a virus instead. Boo Hoo!
(I'm crying into my SWEET TEA!)

So many things I want to tell you, but since The only access I have to my Blog is through my ipad, any posts I make will be "naked", as in wearing no photos.

Please do go visit "JUST BETWEEN ME AND YOU".

http://grandmayellowhair.blogspot.com/2012/02/deb-from-sweet-tea.html

Sweet Maggie invited me to be her guest there.
I don't want her to think I have no friends,
So PLEASE go see what earth-shaking info I shared with her. She's great fun so you'll probably want to FOLLOW her. Just sayin. . .


Till then, I'll be here with my naked Blog
waiting for the Computer Geek to show for our date.

Truth SUCKS!

I love this saying,

even if it is a TOTAL LIE.

UNLESS

one is sick

OR

being held against her will

it seems she should be doing something.

I live by this.

My Mom lives by this

and her Mother before her.

I come from a line of strong,

busy women.

The truth is...

Monday was a cold, rainy day.

I spent most of the day doing nothing.

I was neither sick

nor

held against my will.

I turned my back on my healthy eating and exercise

plan.  I drank diet Coke

while picking through this bag

of yumminess, leaving only the pretzels behind.

Yes, the truth is sometimes ugly and unhealthy.

Guilt is a terrible thing!

I have done the math and find

I will only need to walk around

the park 62 times to make up

for the progress I have lost today.

If you should need me call my

cell.  I carry it while I walk

and I'll be walking till

Saturday, 10:04 am.

my SPECIAL day

This is a very special day for me.

I am officially a 30 year

thyroid cancer SURVIVOR as of today!

I really do not like to think back to this painful

time in my life yet I feel it is good to remember

and give thanks for how far I've come.

My story is not one of bravery and unwavering

faith in God.  This was the most frightened

I have ever been in my entire life.

I was young.

I/we had 3 small children.

I was busy.

I had plans.

Cancer was most certainly

not on my "to do" list.

I went into surgery for what I thought
was a benign thyroid nodule.  I knew
there was a very small chance that
this thyroid "thing" might
be malignant, but I also knew the
odds were very good that it
was not.
After the surgery I was told

everything had tested fine - no cancer

was found.

Three days later a pathologist came into

my room and quite bluntly told me there

was some "question" about the test

results and it would take a few more

days to be certain, but it was very

likely I did have cancer.

I was so shocked that I could not speak.

My husband was with me.

He held me.

He talked to me.

I had no words.

It was literally several minutes

before I could find my voice to speak.

I'd never had that experience before

and have never had it since.

I suppose it was the shock.

4 days later I had surgery again.

This was considered "preventative surgery".

The prognosis was fantastic,

but I was not.

I fell into a deep, dark, pit of depression.

It was a dark place,

a place I hope I never see again.

It lasted for many months.

I could tell you stories - but not now.

My husband was steadfast and refused

to let me sink alone.  My parents, my sister,

and a few close friends kept me afloat.

They prayed for me.

They loved me.

They helped with the children.

They hung with me when I had no interest
in anything.  When the tears came
often and uncontrollably they remained steadfast.

It was a long, slow, path back to

feeling whole again.

I am blessed in that I required no

chemo or radiation.  I am certainly

no cancer expert and I certainly have

no  great Christian testimony.

Actually, if this was a spiritual test,

I'd honestly say I deserve an "F".

There were times I was angry.

There were times I felt far from God's love.

There were times I questioned the "why"?

I had no great strength and I certainly

could find no happiness or peace

during this stormy season of life.

I have heard people talk about far greater

loss, suffering and pain and how the

peace and promise of God "kept

them" during their trial.

I am not one of them.

If anything I felt like the weakest,

most helpless creature in all

of God's creation.

If I learned anything from this experience

it is simply the fact that by myself

I AM weak and totally dependent

upon God. The good news is God is strong!
He is stronger than anger, doubt, despair,
and pain.  And he places wonderful
people in our lives to be
his "hands-on" love.

Fast Forward to now - I am happy beyond

measure.  My life is better than I could have
ever imagined.  I am healthy.

Our 3 small children are now grown and

we have even added another daughter

to our clan; she is 17.  We have

3 beautiful granddolls and hope

to have even more someday.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I'm not really sure why I decided to share

all of this, after all it is an "old" story.

I think I just wanted you to know

that I have a thankful heart, and perhaps

if there is even one of you, my readers,

who feels weak and ill-prepared

for the situation you are in,

"be encouraged". 

~SWEET TEA

bunkodeb@aol.com

*If you made it through this l-o-n-g

post, thanks for sticking with me.  ;-)

"LOVE" in a box.

I got a box in the mail

And inside was "love"!

My Sister has been taking a quilting class

and she made this for me.

Is there anything prettier than red patterned fabric

with small black and white checks?

If you answered "No" then you are

ABSOLUTELY correct.

BE-A-U-Ti-FUL!

I know how much time she put into this

and it speaks to my heart.

It looks awesome on my kitchen table.

The flowers were a hostess gift

from a sweet friend.

I think the Valentine placemat and the flowers

were meant to be on my table.

I just can't seem to get this cheesey smile

off my face today.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

I hope you've got enough love in your life

to give you a big smile today too,

which I KNOW you do, as there's

love galore in the Bloggy community.

I love those of you who stop by

to read my words and share my life.

You make a difference
in my world.

Thank you!

How to lose 50 lbs by Friday!

I went to a "Jewelry Party" yesterday.

According to the pretty hostess,

we should always wear multiple bracelets

and multiple necklaces.

SHE SAID -

each bracelet and each necklace

will make us look 10lbs thinner.

10 lbs!

Forget my diet.
When my order comes in next week
I'm gonna be 50 lbs lighter!!

"Would she lie?"

Wendy's:The Parable of Teens and the Homeless Man

Princess, who is 17, shared this true
story with me.  Some of her friends
were a part of this.

A few kids in the church youth group
went out to grab a burger at Wendy's.

As they sat eating, their eyes were drawn to

a man who had entered just after them.
Hair mussed, wearing probably all he owned,
he was quite obviously a homeless "street person".
He did not go to the food line to order,
but instead slung his backpack into
a booth, sat down, and simply stared
into space.

The kids watched to see
what he would do next . . .
In a few minutes the man stood
and went into the restroom.

This was their opportunity to practice what
they believed and put their faith into action.

They quickly put their money together
and ordered up a burger, fries, and soft drink

and placed it on the man's table.

There were many people in Wendy's
so they knew they could remain anonymous.

In minutes the man returned to his table.
He looked at the food.
He look around the room.
He seemed angry.
He picked up the food and walked
straight to the garbage can
and threw it away.

Then he sat back down,
opened his backpack,
took out his computer and began to work.
It seems the man was neither homeless
nor unemployed.

The kids exited quietly before
convulsing in laughter.

"Things are not always as they seem".

Pajama Law?

I love Louisiana!

I've lived most of my life elsewhere,

but I claim to be a Louisiana girl.

It's where I call home.

We've got beautiful weather.

We've got laid-back charm.

We've got sweet tea and old fashioned hospitality.

But we've also got old schools

and our share of social problems...

AND a  goofy politician who wants

to spend our tax dollars working on a law to make it illegal

to wear pajama pants in a public place.

It seems to me if it's not indecent, immoral,

or a safety hazard,

people have the right to make themself

look the fool if they so choose.

This is America and we have the right to look

stupid if we want. 

Have we not seen the plus-size woman

wearing a tube top that looks like it's been

sprayed onto her bulgy boobs?

Have we not had our eyes seared

by seeing excess back fat hanging

over said tube top?!

Maybe we need a law for that.

Have we not seen  teeny-boppers with

their butt cheeks hanging out of their

short shorts?

Gonna have to have a law for that too.

Unmanicured toes displayed in old flip-flops

and men wearing dark socks with sandals.

Where is the police when this happens?

Where do we draw the line?

And who is gonna be the fashion police?

And who is gonna pay them?

I want my tax dollars to go for building new schools

and updating the old ones.  I want more police officers

to fight the crime.  I want more services for the

under-privileged.  Heck, I want  tornado sirens

to warn the city when a twister is at hand.

Altogether now, can we say

"PRIORITIZE".

Geesch, I'm wound a little tight today.

Perhaps I need to get back into my jammies

and make a Target run.  Ya think?

BTW, I promise I.do.not.and.have.not.ever.

gone.out.in.public.wearing.my.pajamas.

Can we talk?

I just need to talk.

Paula Deen
the "Butter Queen".

Do you feel duped? 

I do.

Why did she disclose her diabetes only when she stood to profit from it? 
Does she really think we can't see through her flimsy reason of wanting to deal with it privately before sharing the information?  The key word is "deal".  She shared it when she got a "deal" to make a buck.  When one builds an empire for oneself is it ever time to say, "enough".  What a great spokesperson she COULD have been for the cause of diabetes if she had "come out", changed her ways, and helped people find a better way to cook/eat, rather than "outing herself" just to make more $$$$.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Demi Moore

Once again what Mama taught us is right, "Money can't buy happiness".  It can buy new boobs and a new face but it can't fix how we feel about ourself deep within.  Hollywood women enjoy lots of the things money can buy but I find it very sad when love for themself and love from others becomes dependent entirely on looks.  Would my husband love me less if I gained 20 lbs?  Would my photo be splashed all across TV and magazines if I had a "muffin top"?  That must be very hard.  I hope she gets the help and love she needs to get back on track with her life. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I've been walking in the park...a lot.

Princess loaded my ipod with music and it has sure helped the with the boredom as I make my way around and around and around the park.  It would be easy to scare small children and serious walkers who observe me.  I listen to some old Amy Grant music and talk to God and I must remember  not to talk out loud.  And if I'd get some decent walking clothes that would be a plus too, rather than the old ratty clothes I wear to sweat in.  I do look pretty scary and my behavior isn't helping.  Got to work on it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Remember yesterdays post about the huge rooster?
Here's a follow-up:

Shreveport, LA(KSLA)- A nine-foot-tall statue of a rooster stands at the corner of Hope and Texas Street.  "I really enjoy it," says one driver.  Seemingly daring you to ask the question "Why is the chicken there? That's a good question." 
The answer is just as good.
"Just for conversation, attract attention here."
The proud owner, Jack Lamb says he didn't really have a good reason, but he did have a goal.
"Often I'll just park over here and I'll watch people, kids will wave at it," says Jack.

"Only in Louisiana."  ~SWEET TEA

Thanks for listening.
I feel so much better now.

*News Alert*

Why?

That's what we're  wondering.

This 8 ft. tall rooster

has mysteriously appeared on a vacant lot
in a run-down part of town.
? ? ?

When he crosses the road I'll be sure
to let you know.

Sunshine on a Winter Day

I am gonna be your very favorite Blogger friend
today 'cause you are gonna LUV this!
Pinky swear!

I made this and it was delicious AND pretty.
Confession:  I was too busy eating to snap a photo,
so this is not my photo, but mine looked this good.
Really.  Our guests seemed to love it as much as I did.

        

 Sunshine Cake

4 eggs
1 box Lemon Cake Mix
1 3 oz pkg instant lemon pudding mix
            don't use sugar-free
1  6 oz container lemon yogurt
1 C hot water.
*I used egg beaters, low-fat yogurt
and the juice of one lemon as part
of the hot water.

Preheat oven to 325.
Grease 2 loaf pans.

Using an electric mixer beat all ingredients
till well mixed.  Pour into loaf pans.
Bake 40-50 min. depending on size
of loaf pans.  The top of cake should
be very lightly browned and set in middle.

Blueberry Topping

2 C. blueberries, fresh or frozen
Zest of one orange (don't omit this)
3/4 C. Sugar.
1 C.  Water

Combine blueberries and sugar
in a saucepan.  Stir until sugar is
dissolved.  Add water. Boil until the
juice is of syrup consistency; approx 8 min.
It will thicken more when cooled.
Let cool a few minutes then stir
in zest.

When I served this I used Lemon Ice cream,
but Lemon Sherbert would probably be
equally as good.

Serve this and everyone will think you're

Paula Deen's younger, thinner, sister.
I.am.bad. but so is Paula Deen.