Happy New Year!!
The Post Was Removed To Protect...ME!
If you are a daily (not so much lately) of Beachy Mimi, you will notice that the post before this one has been deleted. For a reason.
It seems that G. is still in the picture so I had to erase all the evidence.
I don't have a New Year's Eve Date. Bummer.
It seems that G. is still in the picture so I had to erase all the evidence.
I don't have a New Year's Eve Date. Bummer.
Giveaway Winners!
Mr. Random came by and chose the winners for the two giveaways.
Tammy won the Kit Kittridge
Loving our Homeschool won the Wii game.
Congratulations ladies!
I wish I had something for everyone...
Have a great weekend.
I'm going to because I have another date with G.
Tammy won the Kit Kittridge
Loving our Homeschool won the Wii game.
Congratulations ladies!
I wish I had something for everyone...
Have a great weekend.
I'm going to because I have another date with G.
BUSTED by the Dentist and a Giveaway
I got to the dentist this morning and he had READ MY BLOG. I surely was under the influence of drugs when I obviously blabbed about my ANONYMOUS BLOG.
He had a small issue about me telling you he rested his arm on my head while working. tee hee
This was the day I had to get doodied up for the photography of the teeth.
So, Dr. F...I promised you I would say this...You are a good-looking guy that I wish was bald and older and unattached. How's that?
Now...on to G. OH MY GOSH!! He is AMAZING. I had a wonderful time and hope to have a second date soon. He is not bald but clippers are readily available at any barber shop. Gorgeous blue eyes...Fantastic kisser (oops never mind)...and he held my hand. We have quite a bit in common and he had even met my dad years ago.
I'll probably do something to mess it up.
We'll just have to see what happens.
On the the Giveaways. In the two posts below this one, I am having a giveaway for a Kit Kittridge DVD and also a Rayman II Wii game. Two separate giveaways. Enter both, or just one. I'll anounce the winners in time to get it in the mail on Friday!!
He had a small issue about me telling you he rested his arm on my head while working. tee hee
This was the day I had to get doodied up for the photography of the teeth.
So, Dr. F...I promised you I would say this...You are a good-looking guy that I wish was bald and older and unattached. How's that?
Now...on to G. OH MY GOSH!! He is AMAZING. I had a wonderful time and hope to have a second date soon. He is not bald but clippers are readily available at any barber shop. Gorgeous blue eyes...Fantastic kisser (oops never mind)...and he held my hand. We have quite a bit in common and he had even met my dad years ago.
I'll probably do something to mess it up.
We'll just have to see what happens.
On the the Giveaways. In the two posts below this one, I am having a giveaway for a Kit Kittridge DVD and also a Rayman II Wii game. Two separate giveaways. Enter both, or just one. I'll anounce the winners in time to get it in the mail on Friday!!
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Intimidated
I am so totally intimidated by all the beautiful decorations I am seeing on other blogs. You Peeps are so creative!
Back in the day when I had a child at home, I really used to go all out on the decorating. As single Beachy Mimi? Not so much anymore.
I wanted to participate in Fuschia's cookie exchange but I'm cookie challenged, too.
But...
HOWEVER...
I HAVE SOME NEWS...
I got a call tonight from a new man named G. A date will follow I think.
I'll keep you posted. It just may be a Happy New Year!
Back in the day when I had a child at home, I really used to go all out on the decorating. As single Beachy Mimi? Not so much anymore.
I wanted to participate in Fuschia's cookie exchange but I'm cookie challenged, too.
But...
HOWEVER...
I HAVE SOME NEWS...
I got a call tonight from a new man named G. A date will follow I think.
I'll keep you posted. It just may be a Happy New Year!
Doesn't Everyone Name The Tree?
Huh? You DON'T?
I (well, PeepOne) put up the 38th tree of my adult life this year.
There have been all kinds of trees. Very small to very large. Real to artificial. Serious to whimsical.
But, because I'm me, I decided a few years ago to do some "fun" trees. I know. Bad Mimi for not using Jesus ornaments.
I started by collecting pig ornaments. Since I adore pigs it seems like the logical thing to collect. Not farm pigs, but beautiful pig ornaments. You would be AMAZED how many different ones are out there. It certainly makes my tree unique.
This year, the piggies are in storage. I am still collecting (OCD), but I decided to go a different route.
This is what I did last year...
Pitiful I know. The holiday season was rough last year. This was just the best I could do.
Peeps, I would like to introduce you to "The Red Saloon Girl". I am positive she has already come to Jesus and is now a Christian. However, she still likes feathers and bling. Here she is:
Isn't she beautiful? She will only be with me for one year. Next year her sister Lola the "Showgirl" might appear, but Red will appear only one time. (same ornaments, different arrangement).
All my ornaments are plastic since Harry is facinated by the lights and feathers.
I found this in the kitchen floor.
The things that go on while I sleep....
Here is a close-up of the fancy bottom of her dress...
And here is a shot of her hat...
I realize that I am photographically challenged. Red is much more beautiful that the camera shows...
I have finished my shopping! Yay!!
We do the three gift thing. Since Jesus got three gifts, why should we get more?
Each person gets 1)something they need; 2)something they want; 3)a surprise
Stockings are extra and don't count. It really makes shopping for my family fun to try to come up with different ways to give underwear...I'm just sayin'.
Another Christmas tradition I do...whatever gift I spend the most coin on, I give that exact amount in a birthday Christmas offering to Jesus.
Do you have special traditions in your family? Like the pink, fluffy salad your grandma forces you to eat every year? Everybody gets socks? Underwear? Do you read the Christmas Story on Christmas Eve? Attend a Christmas Eve service? Come on, Peeps!!! Spill it!! Tell us your traditions.
I (well, PeepOne) put up the 38th tree of my adult life this year.
There have been all kinds of trees. Very small to very large. Real to artificial. Serious to whimsical.
But, because I'm me, I decided a few years ago to do some "fun" trees. I know. Bad Mimi for not using Jesus ornaments.
I started by collecting pig ornaments. Since I adore pigs it seems like the logical thing to collect. Not farm pigs, but beautiful pig ornaments. You would be AMAZED how many different ones are out there. It certainly makes my tree unique.
This year, the piggies are in storage. I am still collecting (OCD), but I decided to go a different route.
This is what I did last year...
Pitiful I know. The holiday season was rough last year. This was just the best I could do.
Peeps, I would like to introduce you to "The Red Saloon Girl". I am positive she has already come to Jesus and is now a Christian. However, she still likes feathers and bling. Here she is:
Isn't she beautiful? She will only be with me for one year. Next year her sister Lola the "Showgirl" might appear, but Red will appear only one time. (same ornaments, different arrangement).
All my ornaments are plastic since Harry is facinated by the lights and feathers.
I found this in the kitchen floor.
The things that go on while I sleep....
Here is a close-up of the fancy bottom of her dress...
And here is a shot of her hat...
I realize that I am photographically challenged. Red is much more beautiful that the camera shows...
I have finished my shopping! Yay!!
We do the three gift thing. Since Jesus got three gifts, why should we get more?
Each person gets 1)something they need; 2)something they want; 3)a surprise
Stockings are extra and don't count. It really makes shopping for my family fun to try to come up with different ways to give underwear...I'm just sayin'.
Another Christmas tradition I do...whatever gift I spend the most coin on, I give that exact amount in a birthday Christmas offering to Jesus.
Do you have special traditions in your family? Like the pink, fluffy salad your grandma forces you to eat every year? Everybody gets socks? Underwear? Do you read the Christmas Story on Christmas Eve? Attend a Christmas Eve service? Come on, Peeps!!! Spill it!! Tell us your traditions.
I Haven't Disappeared
Hi Peeps!
I haven't disappeared into bloggy outerspace.
This is just an extremely busy week with something major every day. I don't like major things every day. I like to stay home.
Anyway, I'll be updating occasionally as stuff happens.
PeepOne finished my tree this weekend. It's awesome. As soon as the battery finishes charging I'll post a picture.
Think red saloon girl. tee hee
Later, Peeps.
I haven't disappeared into bloggy outerspace.
This is just an extremely busy week with something major every day. I don't like major things every day. I like to stay home.
Anyway, I'll be updating occasionally as stuff happens.
PeepOne finished my tree this weekend. It's awesome. As soon as the battery finishes charging I'll post a picture.
Think red saloon girl. tee hee
Later, Peeps.
A Better Day
I forgot to mention that when the dentist was attempting to remove a temporary cap, his pulling tool slipped and he socked me in the lip. Yes he did.
It goes well with the blister from the waxing.
In the stages of grief about my new size...I am finally out of denial and into acceptance for a time.
Today was a better day. I got a couple of new size things to tide me over until the size reduction plan goes into full mode.
More tomorrow.
Love ya, Peeps!
It goes well with the blister from the waxing.
In the stages of grief about my new size...I am finally out of denial and into acceptance for a time.
Today was a better day. I got a couple of new size things to tide me over until the size reduction plan goes into full mode.
More tomorrow.
Love ya, Peeps!
Woe Woe Woe and Boo Hoo
TRAUMATIZED, PEEPS, BEACHY MIMI IS TRAUMATIZED!!!!
If I weren't high on dental drugs I probably wouldn't tell all this...hang on. This could get long and painful (as in boring).
I did not sleep because of the THROBBING MOUTH. Even with the drugs. They just kept me awake. When Beachy Mimi does not get sleep...she is Miserable. When BM is Miserable...things don't flow smoothly in this house.
Since I had No Sleep, I called the Parental Unit at the crack of dawn to see if she wanted to go eat breakfast at IHOP and run errands. PU LOVES IHOP. LOVES.
PU's Sunday School class (they call themselves "The Pairs and Spares") eat there together at least once a month with the preacher. He pretends to listen to their suggestions. But that is a whole other story. This is all about Me.
I got up, showered, fixed my hair and put on Makeup. Yes, I truly did. It has been so long since I have worn Makeup...I had a Baseline at my jaw. Tacky.
I go to the closet. I got some jeans out, the same size I always wear, and they WOULDN'T ZIP OR BUTTON. I pulled. I tugged. I lay on the bed and sucked in as hard as I could. Nope. Nada. No Zippo.
I was So Upset I refused to take them off ( I totally blame the drugs). So I got a big fat RUBBER BAND and ran it around the button, through the button hole and looped it back around the button for closure. Am I Classy? What was I thinking? Have I just lost it? A RUBBER BAND at the button hole? I was just so pi**** uh upset they wouldn't fit.
So like a hillbilly I WORE THEM THAT WAY ALL DAY. What was I trying to prove? That I am a stubborn idiot?
So, I pull on a sweater to cover up my handiwork and proceed to go to IHOP to eat breakfast. That really makes sense. I'm sure everyone could see my unzipped, rubber band STRAINING pants. I disgust myself.
PU and I ran many many errands and finally decided to get our "nose and tails" done
as the Princess used to call it (nails and toes).
Oh, I forgot to mention that I wore my new black Uggs today and that was another reason I didn't want to change out of my black jeans. Does it really matter if the jeans are black or regular blue jeans? I think not.
TOLD YOU THIS WAS LONG AND PAINFUL.
So, the nail place is a challenge on my best day. The girls are So Sweet...but Nosy. Very Nosy.
I walk in and Mary (nail tech) says, "You pants not zipped." Yep. She's right.
I hop in the chair and take off the New Black Uggs and my feet and ankles are BLACK.
As in dyed black from the shoes. Mary screams. I cuss. She scrubbs my feet until the water turns black. PU is snickering in the corner.
We eventually move to the nail desk where I start getting the third degree on my "boyfriend" that I don't have. Mary asks (again), "You live with Mama?" I remind her (again) that I live alone and have no boyfriend. She pats my hand in sympathy. I kinda cuss a little more in my head.
Mary proceeds to scold me about the state of my cuticles. What did she expect from a person with unzipped pants and black feet? She says I must dip them in hot wax.
Then she starts in about my eyebrows. They ALWAYS want to do something to my thicker (than theirs) eyebrows. I divert her to my upper lip instead. I disgust myself (again) that I have to get my lip waxed.
A total of THREE nail techs come over to discuss where to put the little cloth over the wax and just how hard they are supposed to yank it off. In Vietnamese. Rapidly. Loudly. I started to yank it myself since I have experience with the WAXING HARLOT. I'm an old pro. The girls decide who will yank and how hard and then it is over.
PU continues snickering at the nail drying table.
Next, Mary leads me to the hand wax dipper (OTHER FOR FOOT. NO USE!) and tells me to dip 3 times. Well...there is the biggest dead waxy horsefly (not housefly...HORSEFLY) already present in the wax.
I point to the fly. Mary shakes her head and says, "you dip".
I say, "There's a fly in the wax."
Mary says, "He dead. You dip."
I guess she thought that a person with rubber band fastened pants and black feet shouldn't be so picky. I decided she was right and I dipped. I may or may not have cussed a little under my breath as I did it.
We finally finished and left. PU was totally entertained the whole time. As we are getting in the car, I look up and ALL the nail techs are at the window watching us get in the car and all are talking at the same time. I guess it was a slow day.
I'm home now. Tomorrow I have to go present something to the Headmaster at the Princess' school.
None of my pants will fit over my too large self. The rubber band trick will not pass muster with her. It's already an embarassment that I'm even going to BE there.
The only sweater that fits has horizontal stripes. What was I thinking? Flat GIRLS can wear horizontal stripes, but NOT ginormous GIRLS.
I have to go shopping in the morning because I sat here all summer wearing knit and elastic and didn't realize MY CLOTHES DON'T FIT ME NOW. I am Seriously P**** Upset.
There are not many things worse than having to shop for a larger size.
This also creates a problem for my Thursday night event. But more on that later.
Did I mention that they left the wax on my lip so long it blistered? Yes. It Did.
Lovely.
I actually look worse than Oliver.
I may or may not still be cussing just a little bit.
If I weren't high on dental drugs I probably wouldn't tell all this...hang on. This could get long and painful (as in boring).
I did not sleep because of the THROBBING MOUTH. Even with the drugs. They just kept me awake. When Beachy Mimi does not get sleep...she is Miserable. When BM is Miserable...things don't flow smoothly in this house.
Since I had No Sleep, I called the Parental Unit at the crack of dawn to see if she wanted to go eat breakfast at IHOP and run errands. PU LOVES IHOP. LOVES.
PU's Sunday School class (they call themselves "The Pairs and Spares") eat there together at least once a month with the preacher. He pretends to listen to their suggestions. But that is a whole other story. This is all about Me.
I got up, showered, fixed my hair and put on Makeup. Yes, I truly did. It has been so long since I have worn Makeup...I had a Baseline at my jaw. Tacky.
I go to the closet. I got some jeans out, the same size I always wear, and they WOULDN'T ZIP OR BUTTON. I pulled. I tugged. I lay on the bed and sucked in as hard as I could. Nope. Nada. No Zippo.
I was So Upset I refused to take them off ( I totally blame the drugs). So I got a big fat RUBBER BAND and ran it around the button, through the button hole and looped it back around the button for closure. Am I Classy? What was I thinking? Have I just lost it? A RUBBER BAND at the button hole? I was just so pi**** uh upset they wouldn't fit.
So like a hillbilly I WORE THEM THAT WAY ALL DAY. What was I trying to prove? That I am a stubborn idiot?
So, I pull on a sweater to cover up my handiwork and proceed to go to IHOP to eat breakfast. That really makes sense. I'm sure everyone could see my unzipped, rubber band STRAINING pants. I disgust myself.
PU and I ran many many errands and finally decided to get our "nose and tails" done
as the Princess used to call it (nails and toes).
Oh, I forgot to mention that I wore my new black Uggs today and that was another reason I didn't want to change out of my black jeans. Does it really matter if the jeans are black or regular blue jeans? I think not.
TOLD YOU THIS WAS LONG AND PAINFUL.
So, the nail place is a challenge on my best day. The girls are So Sweet...but Nosy. Very Nosy.
I walk in and Mary (nail tech) says, "You pants not zipped." Yep. She's right.
I hop in the chair and take off the New Black Uggs and my feet and ankles are BLACK.
As in dyed black from the shoes. Mary screams. I cuss. She scrubbs my feet until the water turns black. PU is snickering in the corner.
We eventually move to the nail desk where I start getting the third degree on my "boyfriend" that I don't have. Mary asks (again), "You live with Mama?" I remind her (again) that I live alone and have no boyfriend. She pats my hand in sympathy. I kinda cuss a little more in my head.
Mary proceeds to scold me about the state of my cuticles. What did she expect from a person with unzipped pants and black feet? She says I must dip them in hot wax.
Then she starts in about my eyebrows. They ALWAYS want to do something to my thicker (than theirs) eyebrows. I divert her to my upper lip instead. I disgust myself (again) that I have to get my lip waxed.
A total of THREE nail techs come over to discuss where to put the little cloth over the wax and just how hard they are supposed to yank it off. In Vietnamese. Rapidly. Loudly. I started to yank it myself since I have experience with the WAXING HARLOT. I'm an old pro. The girls decide who will yank and how hard and then it is over.
PU continues snickering at the nail drying table.
Next, Mary leads me to the hand wax dipper (OTHER FOR FOOT. NO USE!) and tells me to dip 3 times. Well...there is the biggest dead waxy horsefly (not housefly...HORSEFLY) already present in the wax.
I point to the fly. Mary shakes her head and says, "you dip".
I say, "There's a fly in the wax."
Mary says, "He dead. You dip."
I guess she thought that a person with rubber band fastened pants and black feet shouldn't be so picky. I decided she was right and I dipped. I may or may not have cussed a little under my breath as I did it.
We finally finished and left. PU was totally entertained the whole time. As we are getting in the car, I look up and ALL the nail techs are at the window watching us get in the car and all are talking at the same time. I guess it was a slow day.
I'm home now. Tomorrow I have to go present something to the Headmaster at the Princess' school.
None of my pants will fit over my too large self. The rubber band trick will not pass muster with her. It's already an embarassment that I'm even going to BE there.
The only sweater that fits has horizontal stripes. What was I thinking? Flat GIRLS can wear horizontal stripes, but NOT ginormous GIRLS.
I have to go shopping in the morning because I sat here all summer wearing knit and elastic and didn't realize MY CLOTHES DON'T FIT ME NOW. I am Seriously P**** Upset.
There are not many things worse than having to shop for a larger size.
This also creates a problem for my Thursday night event. But more on that later.
Did I mention that they left the wax on my lip so long it blistered? Yes. It Did.
Lovely.
I actually look worse than Oliver.
I may or may not still be cussing just a little bit.
Decorating...Interrupted
Today was supposed to be my day to abuse, I mean, enjoy watching PeepOne decorate my house for Christmas.
The Dentist changed my plans.
I had FOUR hours in his torture chair. I was a good patient so instead of a visit to the treasure chest, they brought me a milkshake from Chick-fil-A. Ahhh!
Anyway, the work is almost complete. He (the dentist) wants to put a picture of my teeth on his blog. My reply was, "Only if you put my name, phone number and e-mail address so maybe I can get a date."
His reply, "You might want to get "doodied up" before we take the picture."
Now I am assuming "doodied up" means fixing my hair and putting on make-up.
My usual dental attire consists of no make-up, sweats and bed-head. After all, he sprays water in my face, down my neck and uses my head as an arm rest.
No problem. Beachy Mimi will show him "doodied up"!
Presently, I am IN PAIN from lots of man-handling of my lower teeth and gums. I feel a pajama day coming on.
PeepOne has dental SURGERY tomorrow. She probably won't get a milkshake either. She will also be doodied up when she goes to the dentist. She's always fixed up.
My decorating day is Friday so I'll be sure to take pictures.
Thursday, I am attending an assembly at the school where the Princess goes. I think I AM the assembly...long story...the Princess is worried that Mimi might be herself in public. Heh Heh Hahahahahah Hehehehehehe
Thursday night I am doing something I'm just dying to tell you about but if Queen B or PeepOne find out...I won't be doing it. Beachy Mimi is going OUT ON A LIMB, Peeps.
A full report will follow this event...maybe. Depends on the outcome.
Oh, MISS SMARTY PEEPONE...I DO MY BEST ASSISTANTANCY FROM THE COUCH! So there.
The Dentist changed my plans.
I had FOUR hours in his torture chair. I was a good patient so instead of a visit to the treasure chest, they brought me a milkshake from Chick-fil-A. Ahhh!
Anyway, the work is almost complete. He (the dentist) wants to put a picture of my teeth on his blog. My reply was, "Only if you put my name, phone number and e-mail address so maybe I can get a date."
His reply, "You might want to get "doodied up" before we take the picture."
Now I am assuming "doodied up" means fixing my hair and putting on make-up.
My usual dental attire consists of no make-up, sweats and bed-head. After all, he sprays water in my face, down my neck and uses my head as an arm rest.
No problem. Beachy Mimi will show him "doodied up"!
Presently, I am IN PAIN from lots of man-handling of my lower teeth and gums. I feel a pajama day coming on.
PeepOne has dental SURGERY tomorrow. She probably won't get a milkshake either. She will also be doodied up when she goes to the dentist. She's always fixed up.
My decorating day is Friday so I'll be sure to take pictures.
Thursday, I am attending an assembly at the school where the Princess goes. I think I AM the assembly...long story...the Princess is worried that Mimi might be herself in public. Heh Heh Hahahahahah Hehehehehehe
Thursday night I am doing something I'm just dying to tell you about but if Queen B or PeepOne find out...I won't be doing it. Beachy Mimi is going OUT ON A LIMB, Peeps.
A full report will follow this event...maybe. Depends on the outcome.
Oh, MISS SMARTY PEEPONE...I DO MY BEST ASSISTANTANCY FROM THE COUCH! So there.
The Decorating Has Begun!
At the Palace that is.
PeepOne ventured to Queen B's to decorate for Christmas. I should be ashamed for posting pictures that she should probably get to post about her own house...but I don't have much to say tonight and I got here first. na na na boo boo
I'm just Beachy like that.
My Princess is getting so tall!
PeepOne did her usual amazing job on the tree.
as well as a few other parts of the house. I'll save most of it for Queen B to share at a later date.
These Santa figurines are not related to anyone in our family...too skinny.Pretty cute coffee table arrangement. PeepOne can use the most common stuff to make a beautiful arrangement.
Did I just say arrangement/arrangement? Not good. Maybe arrangement/design. More professional. Unlike these photos which are making me dizzy with their popping up just wherever. I have no control.
My house was to be next...curb the excitement...but I have to go to the "Torturer" tomorrow.
NO SILLY! NOT THE TOOTIE LASER HARLOT...the DENTIST which is almost as bad. They are similar in that they make me lay back and put on protective glasses. The Dentist has drugs and that makes it all better. Tootie Harlot. No drugs. Just pain. And the stench of my burning ovaries. Oh yeah. I told that story already. sorry. NOT!
Can You Believe This?
THIS is what happens when you have your mail held a few days. Most of this stuff is junk. JUNK. No wonder our economy is out of money.
I hope all you Peeps had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I find the holidays pretty stressful these days but I'm working on that.
Today PeepOne is decorating the tree for Queen B. I'll send pictures later.
My decorating day is tomorrow.
Good 'ole PeepOne. She's a keeper.
And while I am on the subject of keepers....SO ARE YOU, PEEPS!
I was so touched by all your Pay It Forward stories. You may want to reread the comments with that post. Peeps have added to the comments all week and they are great.
THANK YOU! Maybe some folks will learn the real reason behind Thanksgiving. This was fun. Maybe we can do it again next year!!
Happy Thanksgiving!!
Hi, Peeps!
If you are reading this...GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN TO EAT SOME MORE DESSERT!!!
I hope you are all stuffed, getting naps, watching ballgames, playing in the snow, playing on the beach, reading or watching movies.
I would add board games to the list but I dislike board games. Alot. I always lose.
I am Thankful for all my bloggy friends. You have really replaced a void that I didn't realize I had.
Right now, I'm with my Queen B, my Princess and the King. Pure heaven on earth.
All that's missing is my bald guy...I'll just keep praying about him.
You might want to help me on that front...I'm just sayin'.
If you are reading this...GET BACK TO THE KITCHEN TO EAT SOME MORE DESSERT!!!
I hope you are all stuffed, getting naps, watching ballgames, playing in the snow, playing on the beach, reading or watching movies.
I would add board games to the list but I dislike board games. Alot. I always lose.
I am Thankful for all my bloggy friends. You have really replaced a void that I didn't realize I had.
Right now, I'm with my Queen B, my Princess and the King. Pure heaven on earth.
All that's missing is my bald guy...I'll just keep praying about him.
You might want to help me on that front...I'm just sayin'.
Pass It Forward Stories
Everyone should have their giftcards by now...and hopefully you have made the decision about who to give them to. So... if you have, this would be the perfect post to leave a comment on your pass it forward experience. We all want to know!!
I passed one on to a large family. The Mom homeschools and they have lots of B O Y S, which mean hollow legs. I didn't do it anonymously because I wanted them to know that God had place THEM specificially on my heart. My prayer for them is they fill those kids up with good food for a few extra days.
Now it is your turn:
I passed one on to a large family. The Mom homeschools and they have lots of B O Y S, which mean hollow legs. I didn't do it anonymously because I wanted them to know that God had place THEM specificially on my heart. My prayer for them is they fill those kids up with good food for a few extra days.
Now it is your turn:
Be Back Monday
Hi Peeps! On my way home from the beach so I'll be chatting with you on Monday! Have a great weekend.
Pinks Are My Favorite Color
Oh, Peeps!! I got to meet Fuschia and her 5 Pinks the other day!! Yay!
PeepOne and I drove very far away (an hour) to meet Fuschia and the girls at the Pizza Hut and have lunch.
Aren't they just the cutest girls you've ever seen?
And so polite! Wonderful manners. They entertained
themselves while we ate and laughed.
Here's a shot of PeepOne, Fuschia and Yours Truly. We are now officially sisters.
That Fuschia is so BEAUTIFUL Gorgeous skin, hair and a beautiful smile. Wow. And, her personality is darling...just like her girls.
We were so lucky to get to meet them. We'll do this again!
I can't tell you even a hint of what we talked about...it is Secrets Ya'll. Secrets.
There may or may not have been the word "bald" mentioned. But I'm Not Sayin'
PeepOne and I drove very far away (an hour) to meet Fuschia and the girls at the Pizza Hut and have lunch.
Aren't they just the cutest girls you've ever seen?
And so polite! Wonderful manners. They entertained
themselves while we ate and laughed.
Here's a shot of PeepOne, Fuschia and Yours Truly. We are now officially sisters.That Fuschia is so BEAUTIFUL Gorgeous skin, hair and a beautiful smile. Wow. And, her personality is darling...just like her girls.
We were so lucky to get to meet them. We'll do this again!
I can't tell you even a hint of what we talked about...it is Secrets Ya'll. Secrets.
There may or may not have been the word "bald" mentioned. But I'm Not Sayin'
Thank you so much
Kristen at NO SMALL THING was so sweet to pass this super, but undeserved award for being Kreativ....maybe not so much but I love awards and bling and I thank you so much.
I believe I have to answer some questions...like tell you six things that make me happy.
1. I love being at the beach...it makes me smile. However, there was an OLD man in a...thong out and about yesterday. EWWW. Smile faltered just a little.
2. I love my kids...they crack me up most of the time
3. I would love for Mr. Specific, the future bald guy love of my life, to show up
and make me VERY HAPPY.
4. Bubble baths also get a little grin from me. I've just got to be honest here... any sort of self-pampering makes me want to giggle a little bit.
5. Chocolate and Peppermint Bark at Christmas puts me in a happy mood.
6. A coke does it for me anytime, 24-7.
Pitiful isn't it? I have such a small life. If I had a 7, which I don't, I would have to say sleep, naps, power naps (15 minutes only) and....sleep...make me happy, too.
I desperately need rescuing... I'm tagging Queen B...Heh Heh
More later on my big super-duper palooza face to face meeting with Fuschia and the 5 Pinks today. Pictures and everything!
More From The Beach
The Love Shack has a super-nice caretaker. His name is "Henry" and he has been so helpful to us.
He has carried off all our trash, help up hang new pictures and fixed all sorts of little plug-ins and other things.
A really nice guy.
I have been facinated with his accent. My active imagination had him coming from Australia, New Zealand, or maybe, South Africa. I figured he had this exotic life and lived at the beach here to experience American life and surf or fish. Why not Hawaii? Well, too expensive, I thought.
So I asked him..."Henry, Where are you from?"
Henry's reply..."Misissippi."
So much for my imagination.
He has carried off all our trash, help up hang new pictures and fixed all sorts of little plug-ins and other things.
A really nice guy.
I have been facinated with his accent. My active imagination had him coming from Australia, New Zealand, or maybe, South Africa. I figured he had this exotic life and lived at the beach here to experience American life and surf or fish. Why not Hawaii? Well, too expensive, I thought.
So I asked him..."Henry, Where are you from?"
Henry's reply..."Misissippi."
So much for my imagination.
Don't Play With Scissors
Have I ever mentioned what a klutz I am? I didn't think so.
I am an accident waiting for a place to happen.
As we have been cleaning and redecorating the Love Shack, I had the occasion to open a box. I used these.
BIG MISTAKE! BIG. HUGE. (sorry for the bad photography...I'm injured)
I KNOW. Terrible isn't it?
Because of the location of the cut and poor first-aid skillz on my part...I had to go to Urgent Care to get it glued/butterflied shut.
After I gave my life history...there were at least 15 different pages to sign and put in my newly made chart.
I thought this was a little over-kill...
I was the only patient in the whole complex. I don't think they were going to lose me. However, I do think they were excellent and very professional.
At least it gets me out of doing the dishes. I get to sit on the balcony and watch this...
I am an accident waiting for a place to happen.
As we have been cleaning and redecorating the Love Shack, I had the occasion to open a box. I used these.
BIG MISTAKE! BIG. HUGE. (sorry for the bad photography...I'm injured)
I KNOW. Terrible isn't it?Because of the location of the cut and poor first-aid skillz on my part...I had to go to Urgent Care to get it glued/butterflied shut.
After I gave my life history...there were at least 15 different pages to sign and put in my newly made chart.
I thought this was a little over-kill...
I was the only patient in the whole complex. I don't think they were going to lose me. However, I do think they were excellent and very professional.
At least it gets me out of doing the dishes. I get to sit on the balcony and watch this...
The Bald Guy
I was minding my own Beachy Mimi business this morning...PeepOne and PU were downstairs doing who knows what.
I hopped in the shower and as I dried off and was partially dressed...I walked out of the bathroom (the one with the clear glass door) to find a bald guy in my bedroom.
THOUGHTS THAT RAN THROUGH MY MIND:
1. Oh God! Thank you! There is a bald guy in my bedroom!
2. Oh God! There is a bald guy in my bedroom.
3. He was not looking at my eyes.
I might add at this point that the bald guy got a good look at THE GIRLS in all their nudie glory.
BALD GUY RESPONSE:
Oh God! I am so glad you have the rest of your clothes on.
Hahahahahah
His poor retinas will be forever seared with the vision of my GIRLS.
How did he get past PeepOne and PU? Good question. I asked it myself.
Long story short...he was the exterminator. No one saw him go up the stairs.
Afterwards, I asked him if I could take his picture and he said okay. I told him he would be on the internet.
He said, "Oh wow! Will I be on Spacebook?" (I don't think there is a Spacebook. I think it is MySpace or Facebook).
I replied "NO...I have a blog and you won't ever see your picture."
He said, "Wow, can I write about this on my Spacebook page?"
I said, "Sure, go for it."
He said, "Can I embellish it?
Go for it, Sonny. Somehow I think this might end up in Penthouse letters.
This is how I ended my day of trauma...
Did I mention he was VERY young?
I hopped in the shower and as I dried off and was partially dressed...I walked out of the bathroom (the one with the clear glass door) to find a bald guy in my bedroom.
THOUGHTS THAT RAN THROUGH MY MIND:
1. Oh God! Thank you! There is a bald guy in my bedroom!
2. Oh God! There is a bald guy in my bedroom.
3. He was not looking at my eyes.
I might add at this point that the bald guy got a good look at THE GIRLS in all their nudie glory.
BALD GUY RESPONSE:
Oh God! I am so glad you have the rest of your clothes on.
Hahahahahah
His poor retinas will be forever seared with the vision of my GIRLS.
How did he get past PeepOne and PU? Good question. I asked it myself.
Long story short...he was the exterminator. No one saw him go up the stairs.
Afterwards, I asked him if I could take his picture and he said okay. I told him he would be on the internet.
He said, "Oh wow! Will I be on Spacebook?" (I don't think there is a Spacebook. I think it is MySpace or Facebook).
I replied "NO...I have a blog and you won't ever see your picture."
He said, "Wow, can I write about this on my Spacebook page?"
I said, "Sure, go for it."
He said, "Can I embellish it?
Go for it, Sonny. Somehow I think this might end up in Penthouse letters.
This is how I ended my day of trauma...
Did I mention he was VERY young?
The Love Shack
Once upon a time, there was a physician in a small town who had a huge practice.
He was single and lived a lifestyle that was colorful to say the least.
As if he didn't have enough $$, he decided to sell drugs on the side and he got BUSTED. While out on bail, he fled to South America where he is in hiding to this day.
PU's new condo is his original "Love Shack". Heh Heh
This is the view I wake up to every morning.
Not a bad way to begin the day.
To protect PU's privacy, I won't show you all the Love Shack, but just show you some of the "features".
This is the former hot tub area
it was closed due to lack of
privacy...
Actually, "over-crowding" was the issue.
I think the building of this high-rise
across the street put a cramp in the hot-tub
activities...
This is the door to the bathroom.
Yes, the glass is clear. Hmmm.
I don't think I can talk about it.
This is the bathtub area surrounded by
mirrors. Ewwww.
This is the view from my bed.
Not bad. It was 78 degrees
today.
Wish you were here, too, Peeps!
He was single and lived a lifestyle that was colorful to say the least.
As if he didn't have enough $$, he decided to sell drugs on the side and he got BUSTED. While out on bail, he fled to South America where he is in hiding to this day.
PU's new condo is his original "Love Shack". Heh Heh
This is the view I wake up to every morning.
Not a bad way to begin the day.
To protect PU's privacy, I won't show you all the Love Shack, but just show you some of the "features".
This is the former hot tub area
it was closed due to lack of
privacy...
Actually, "over-crowding" was the issue.
I think the building of this high-rise
across the street put a cramp in the hot-tub
activities...
This is the door to the bathroom.
Yes, the glass is clear. Hmmm.
I don't think I can talk about it.
This is the bathtub area surrounded by
mirrors. Ewwww.
This is the view from my bed.
Not bad. It was 78 degrees
today.
Wish you were here, too, Peeps!
Mr. Random Picks Winners
Mr. Random has done his thing and picked winners for the Thanksgiving "Pass It Forward" giveaway.
Congratulations and thanks to everyone who entered.
Tracey@Our Journey
The (Almost) Amazing Mammarino
Angela @ Just This Side of Crazy
Jenny's Journal
CL
Ann @ Two Stewart Fan
Other Mother
Mindy98
Tonggu Mama
Kelli @kelcombs
We should be hearing stories by next week. I can hardly wait.
Congratulations and thanks to everyone who entered.
Tracey@Our Journey
The (Almost) Amazing Mammarino
Angela @ Just This Side of Crazy
Jenny's Journal
CL
Ann @ Two Stewart Fan
Other Mother
Mindy98
Tonggu Mama
Kelli @kelcombs
We should be hearing stories by next week. I can hardly wait.
Pay It Forward...Again
I loved the Thanksgiving giveaway so much I decided to do it again.
Here are the rules:
Leave a comment with a way to GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU. Tell me who you would give the extra gift card to. The winner (s) get a $50 Walmart giftcard for themselves and an extra one to give to someone else to buy Thanksgiving groceries.
After you win, come back and leave a comment telling about your experience.
Easy Easy. And, it makes you feel GOOD.
I will close the comments tonight at 6 Central Time.
Happy entering.
Here are the rules:
Leave a comment with a way to GET IN TOUCH WITH YOU. Tell me who you would give the extra gift card to. The winner (s) get a $50 Walmart giftcard for themselves and an extra one to give to someone else to buy Thanksgiving groceries.
After you win, come back and leave a comment telling about your experience.
Easy Easy. And, it makes you feel GOOD.
I will close the comments tonight at 6 Central Time.
Happy entering.
Stormy Weather
Sto-my Wea-ther...the ultimate pageant song.
Were you guys ever in any pageants?
Queen B was a pageant girl in high school. Her talent was singing. She entered twice and won first and second runner-up. She didn't sing Stormy Weather, though.
One of the winners did, however, and it was loud! I think she thought if she sang loud enough with her mouth open wide enough the judges couldn't tell she couldn't sing. (sour grapes mama) It worked.
She was so loud and wide I saw her uvula. No, that is not part of the female anatomy. It's the little hangy down thing at the back of your throat. The thing you see when your mouth is open REALLY wide.
Where was I going with this? Beats me.
I think we are about to have some stormy weather here at the beach.
I'm almost ready to post pictures of the Love Shack. I know you can hardly wait!
WINNERS! You are more interested in the winners of the Starbucks giveaway that pageant stories.
Drum roll...
The winners are:
Mari at Mari's Morning Room
Soliloquy
Congratulations girls! Thanks to everyone who entered!
I love my Peeps!
New giveaway in the morning!
Were you guys ever in any pageants?
Queen B was a pageant girl in high school. Her talent was singing. She entered twice and won first and second runner-up. She didn't sing Stormy Weather, though.
One of the winners did, however, and it was loud! I think she thought if she sang loud enough with her mouth open wide enough the judges couldn't tell she couldn't sing. (sour grapes mama) It worked.
She was so loud and wide I saw her uvula. No, that is not part of the female anatomy. It's the little hangy down thing at the back of your throat. The thing you see when your mouth is open REALLY wide.
Where was I going with this? Beats me.
I think we are about to have some stormy weather here at the beach.
I'm almost ready to post pictures of the Love Shack. I know you can hardly wait!
WINNERS! You are more interested in the winners of the Starbucks giveaway that pageant stories.
Drum roll...
The winners are:
Mari at Mari's Morning Room
Soliloquy
Congratulations girls! Thanks to everyone who entered!
I love my Peeps!
New giveaway in the morning!
At The Beach and a Giveaway
Hi Peeps! I've missed you so much.
We arrived at the Love Shack on Friday, and we have been running ever since.
Love Shack has had to be cleaned, stocked and decorated in the space of three days. Wow.
The Gulf is beautiful, the breeze is cool and I saw dolphins this morning. It doesn't get much better than that.
I also may get to meet my precious, pink Fuschia next week!!! Yay! Isn't that cool?
PU forgot the crockpot. Heh Heh . We've been so busy getting the essentials rounded up we haven't had the time for finding a good deal on a crockpot. Heh Heh Heh
I HAVE found time to eat some wonderful shrimp...twice.
A few brave souls are actually sitting in the sand with their bathing suits on...it is very cool outside. No one is in the water.
More reports on the Love Shack as we get the decorating done.
But, because I love my Peeps, I am offering two $50 gift certificates for Starbucks.
Just leave me a comment, a way to get in touch with you and your favorite Starbucks drink. I'll announce the winner Wed. night at 6 pm CST. Happy Drinking!
We arrived at the Love Shack on Friday, and we have been running ever since.
Love Shack has had to be cleaned, stocked and decorated in the space of three days. Wow.
The Gulf is beautiful, the breeze is cool and I saw dolphins this morning. It doesn't get much better than that.
I also may get to meet my precious, pink Fuschia next week!!! Yay! Isn't that cool?
PU forgot the crockpot. Heh Heh . We've been so busy getting the essentials rounded up we haven't had the time for finding a good deal on a crockpot. Heh Heh Heh
I HAVE found time to eat some wonderful shrimp...twice.
A few brave souls are actually sitting in the sand with their bathing suits on...it is very cool outside. No one is in the water.
More reports on the Love Shack as we get the decorating done.
But, because I love my Peeps, I am offering two $50 gift certificates for Starbucks.
Just leave me a comment, a way to get in touch with you and your favorite Starbucks drink. I'll announce the winner Wed. night at 6 pm CST. Happy Drinking!
Beach Bound
Hi Peeps!
I have been grieving over Pumpkin Topiary Beachy so I haven't written in a couple of days. I think I'm over it now.
As you read this, I am on my way to THE BEACH for two weeks. TWO WEEKS!! PeepOne, PU and I are going down to clean and decorate the LOVE CONDO that PU just purchased.
She doesn't know it is the LOVE CONDO yet...that will be our little secret.
I'll host another giveaway next week sometime when we get the internet hooked up in the Love Shack. PU is taking the crockpot!!
I'll post ASAP. I'm sure we will have lots of trip stories.
You have a good weekend!
I have been grieving over Pumpkin Topiary Beachy so I haven't written in a couple of days. I think I'm over it now.
As you read this, I am on my way to THE BEACH for two weeks. TWO WEEKS!! PeepOne, PU and I are going down to clean and decorate the LOVE CONDO that PU just purchased.
She doesn't know it is the LOVE CONDO yet...that will be our little secret.
I'll host another giveaway next week sometime when we get the internet hooked up in the Love Shack. PU is taking the crockpot!!
I'll post ASAP. I'm sure we will have lots of trip stories.
You have a good weekend!
The Jailbird
Oh Peeps. I was minding my own business this morning when there was a knock at the door.
Yes, someone from the POA sent a warrant for the arrest of my precious Pumpkin Topiary Beachy.
.
She had not done ANYTHING wrong. She was just sitting pretty on the porch minding her own business.
We looked across the street and found the culprits!
Those EVIL JEALOUS BOOITCHES had turned her in!!
The Beachy Porch was devastated. Those ugly girls
were laughing.
NNNOOOOO! Beachy Mimi screamed. Don't take Pumpkin Topiary Beachy! You'll have to drag me, too!
Pumpkin Topiary cried, Beachy Mimi cried, but the bad guys showed no mercy.
In a precious show of solidarity, the rest of the porch followed as she was led away in handcuffs.
The tears were just pitiful.
But Topiary Beachy got her purse, necklace, earrings and tissue and was bravely led away...friends following.
Spider Beachy made one last valiant attempt to stop this injustice to no avail.
On they trudged, down the street.
It broke my heart to see such suffering.
It was a long long slow walk.
They finally came to their destination.
The parting was so painful but finally they were separated by the bars of jail.
My Precious Pumpkin Topiary Beachy. May you Rest In Peace. October 1, 2008-November 2, 2008 Gone Forever.
Yes, someone from the POA sent a warrant for the arrest of my precious Pumpkin Topiary Beachy.
.
She had not done ANYTHING wrong. She was just sitting pretty on the porch minding her own business.
We looked across the street and found the culprits!
Those EVIL JEALOUS BOOITCHES had turned her in!!
The Beachy Porch was devastated. Those ugly girls
were laughing.
NNNOOOOO! Beachy Mimi screamed. Don't take Pumpkin Topiary Beachy! You'll have to drag me, too!
Pumpkin Topiary cried, Beachy Mimi cried, but the bad guys showed no mercy.
In a precious show of solidarity, the rest of the porch followed as she was led away in handcuffs.
The tears were just pitiful.
But Topiary Beachy got her purse, necklace, earrings and tissue and was bravely led away...friends following.
Spider Beachy made one last valiant attempt to stop this injustice to no avail.
On they trudged, down the street.
It broke my heart to see such suffering.
It was a long long slow walk.
They finally came to their destination.
The parting was so painful but finally they were separated by the bars of jail.
My Precious Pumpkin Topiary Beachy. May you Rest In Peace. October 1, 2008-November 2, 2008 Gone Forever.
Come Back Later, Peeps!
Peeps! Come back later today to witness the tragedy that happened at the Beachy house! It will break your heart.
The Winners Are Here, The Winners Are Here
Poor Mr. Random. Doesn't he look tired? It has been a Long week for him.Actually, I think he looks pretty good.
Okay, here's the deal. Mr. Random was so touched by all the needs in your communities. Since Beachy Mimi has limited coin, he suggested we try to give as many and we could and maybe do this again later in the holiday season.
Better yet, don't wait on the Beachy House. You can pay it forward yourself in lots of creative ways. What a blessing that would be!
Winners need to e-mail me with their mailing addresses so I can send the cards. After you get your card, please pray over it before giving it to someone. I encourage you to give it to someone personally...not just a food bank or church. I think part of the blessing is to have the interaction with recipient. A perfect opportunity to tell someone you love them and that God loves them! I just get chill bumps...
After you make your decision. Come back some time before Thanksgiving and in a comment to any post on here, tell us about your experience and how you felt. It will be great to read about these "pay it forward" experiences and feelings.
I gave the Princess an opportunity to do this and I can't wait to read her story.
Mr Random and the List
Lisa @Take 90 West
Susan at Fordy Days and Nights
Jeni at Allen Family Circus/Peace and Carrots
Nicole at On The Run
Dawn at dkwwites
Heather at Loving Our Homeschool
Heather at Cool and Hip I AM NOT
RR Mama
Congratulations Peeps!! Don't dispair everyone else. I'll be adding to the list tomorrow.
Love You.
Last Day to Register
Mr. Random
This is the last full day to register for the Thanksgiving Giveaway. If you haven't
signed up and LEFT ME AN EMAIL ADDRESS, you need to now.
We've had 50 or so register and I'm so glad I'm not picking. Mr. Random was too busy today with all the Bloggy Giveaways, so he's coming tomorrow to do the choosing.
Still no news on the bad boy biker/cop bald dude. And, yes Jean, he has HANDCUFFS.
FAN ME some more!!
The DAVIDA
About every four years of my adult life, I have moved to a different location. We always looked at it as an adventure and made some wonderful friends along the way.
One particular mid-size town was actually a big place to us. We considered it a big place if there was more than one church to choose from.
This particular time we chose our church because it was the lesser of two strange choices. The pastor had been there a LONG time. So long, in fact, that he quit preparing for his sermons and just got up and winged it every week. He was deaf and thought nothing of calling a member out if you whispered something and he could read your lips. Bless him. As he got older, he also lost his...confidentiality. Not to be bad or anything, he just forgot he was not supposed to tell.
During our Wednesday night services, he would lead our congregation in prayer and tell every health condition of anyone...from ED to blindness to amputation...I kid you not. Most of us learned NOT to tell him anything we didn't want the whole church to know.
During these years I had to have a hysterectomy. I was pretty young. I chose NOT to tell him because the whole thing was just a pretty private issue.
He found out. Someone ratted me out. The night before surgery he burst into my hospital room (one hour away) and yelled, "Let's pray!" He prayed, did an about face and left the room, never speaking to us.
After recovery, I went back to church and he ANNOUNCED FROM THE PULPIT ABOUT MY SURGERY AND THAT I TRIED TO KEEP IT FROM HIM. Because I was so young I was mortified.
I tell you this story to set the stage for an interesting phenomenon that occurred as a result of his judgemental and critical spirit. Many in the congregation were judgemental, too. They had been conditioned for about 33 years and it was all many of them knew.
There were three girls that learned this behavior at their parents' knee. Anytime ANY kind of "worldly behavior"( like going to a movie or smiling during church) was mentioned, these three girls would whip their heads IN UNISON and stare at the three of us. It was so obvious and we would get so tickled at their stares. Think Dana Carvey as the Church Lady. It was a "laugh out loud" kind of funny.
Keep in mind this happened at EVERY service, EVERY week, 52 weeks a year.
We finally gave the head-whipping motion a name..."THE DAVIDA" after the ring-leader of this little group.
I learned some valuable lessons during these years. NOT to use prayer requests as a chance to gossip about someone and to respect their confidentiality. Up until this point in my life, I was probably WAY too judgemental myself. After being the recipient of "THE DAVIDA" for three years I learned not to be so fast to judge another person or their behavior without all the facts. Great lessons that have served me well.
I have absolutely no idea where I was going with this story.
Long story short, we moved. Eventually, the pastor left that congregation and moved on. They got a wonderful minister to lead them and it totally revolutionized that body of believers.
Brother Tell All was a good person suffering from burn-out. I guess that happens when a situation stays the same for years and years. Christianity is important. Serious. But I am living proof that God has a sense of humor.
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EMERGENCY NOTIFICATION TO THE PEEPS! Guess who has walked across Beachy Mimi's path?
A 56 year old BALD guy, who is a CHRISTIAN, and in LAW ENFORCEMENT (which means he has a UNIFORM)and he rides MOTORCYCLES. (Beachy Mimi biting knuckles) Beachy Mimi SO needs a little BAD BOY is her life. Fan me, Peeps, Fan me. It's hot in here.
One particular mid-size town was actually a big place to us. We considered it a big place if there was more than one church to choose from.
This particular time we chose our church because it was the lesser of two strange choices. The pastor had been there a LONG time. So long, in fact, that he quit preparing for his sermons and just got up and winged it every week. He was deaf and thought nothing of calling a member out if you whispered something and he could read your lips. Bless him. As he got older, he also lost his...confidentiality. Not to be bad or anything, he just forgot he was not supposed to tell.
During our Wednesday night services, he would lead our congregation in prayer and tell every health condition of anyone...from ED to blindness to amputation...I kid you not. Most of us learned NOT to tell him anything we didn't want the whole church to know.
During these years I had to have a hysterectomy. I was pretty young. I chose NOT to tell him because the whole thing was just a pretty private issue.
He found out. Someone ratted me out. The night before surgery he burst into my hospital room (one hour away) and yelled, "Let's pray!" He prayed, did an about face and left the room, never speaking to us.
After recovery, I went back to church and he ANNOUNCED FROM THE PULPIT ABOUT MY SURGERY AND THAT I TRIED TO KEEP IT FROM HIM. Because I was so young I was mortified.
I tell you this story to set the stage for an interesting phenomenon that occurred as a result of his judgemental and critical spirit. Many in the congregation were judgemental, too. They had been conditioned for about 33 years and it was all many of them knew.
There were three girls that learned this behavior at their parents' knee. Anytime ANY kind of "worldly behavior"( like going to a movie or smiling during church) was mentioned, these three girls would whip their heads IN UNISON and stare at the three of us. It was so obvious and we would get so tickled at their stares. Think Dana Carvey as the Church Lady. It was a "laugh out loud" kind of funny.
Keep in mind this happened at EVERY service, EVERY week, 52 weeks a year.
We finally gave the head-whipping motion a name..."THE DAVIDA" after the ring-leader of this little group.
I learned some valuable lessons during these years. NOT to use prayer requests as a chance to gossip about someone and to respect their confidentiality. Up until this point in my life, I was probably WAY too judgemental myself. After being the recipient of "THE DAVIDA" for three years I learned not to be so fast to judge another person or their behavior without all the facts. Great lessons that have served me well.
I have absolutely no idea where I was going with this story.
Long story short, we moved. Eventually, the pastor left that congregation and moved on. They got a wonderful minister to lead them and it totally revolutionized that body of believers.
Brother Tell All was a good person suffering from burn-out. I guess that happens when a situation stays the same for years and years. Christianity is important. Serious. But I am living proof that God has a sense of humor.
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EMERGENCY NOTIFICATION TO THE PEEPS! Guess who has walked across Beachy Mimi's path?
A 56 year old BALD guy, who is a CHRISTIAN, and in LAW ENFORCEMENT (which means he has a UNIFORM)and he rides MOTORCYCLES. (Beachy Mimi biting knuckles) Beachy Mimi SO needs a little BAD BOY is her life. Fan me, Peeps, Fan me. It's hot in here.
BMBM Eyebrows
Hmmm. I've gone two whole days without being inappropriate. I'm off my game.
Speaking about budgets, I've had to give up a few things myself.
The first thing that had to go was...waxing and lasering. I know, I know...the lasering was not much of a sacrifice but work with me here. The waxing is almost a necessity. My eyebrows are living proof.
I have alot of eyebrows. Less as I age, but still alot. It takes a trained person to keep them tame. Think Andy Rooney eyebrows. They point up, out, down...any way they are not supposed to go. I have tried putting goop on them to keep them from escaping but it just doesn't work. Instead of one sticking out, maybe 10-15 point in some other direction in a glob. You know it is bad when your eyebrows enter the room before YOU actually do.
Have you seen monkeys grooming each other? I guess I need my own monkey because plucking has now become my new obsession. I use a 10X mirror which only makes it seem worse. If I let them go for a few days...oh my. They run amuck. It's a problem when you have blonde (fake) heh heh hair and coal black eyebrows. They are noticeable.
The lasering? Not such a sacrifice but it makes me feel better to say I gave up two things.
PU gave up toes but I just don't think I can do that yet. Pink toes just make me happy. I can't give Sonic up right now. Hair color is out of the question at my age. Make-up? Ditto.
This is going to take careful consideration. I can give up liver, prunes and green stuff but that's not much of a stretch.
I have given up some travel, movies and most sweets. It has given me a tic.
So, Peeps. What have you given up? Give me some ideas. Especially if you have any eyebrow advice.
Speaking about budgets, I've had to give up a few things myself.
The first thing that had to go was...waxing and lasering. I know, I know...the lasering was not much of a sacrifice but work with me here. The waxing is almost a necessity. My eyebrows are living proof.
I have alot of eyebrows. Less as I age, but still alot. It takes a trained person to keep them tame. Think Andy Rooney eyebrows. They point up, out, down...any way they are not supposed to go. I have tried putting goop on them to keep them from escaping but it just doesn't work. Instead of one sticking out, maybe 10-15 point in some other direction in a glob. You know it is bad when your eyebrows enter the room before YOU actually do.
Have you seen monkeys grooming each other? I guess I need my own monkey because plucking has now become my new obsession. I use a 10X mirror which only makes it seem worse. If I let them go for a few days...oh my. They run amuck. It's a problem when you have blonde (fake) heh heh hair and coal black eyebrows. They are noticeable.
The lasering? Not such a sacrifice but it makes me feel better to say I gave up two things.
PU gave up toes but I just don't think I can do that yet. Pink toes just make me happy. I can't give Sonic up right now. Hair color is out of the question at my age. Make-up? Ditto.
This is going to take careful consideration. I can give up liver, prunes and green stuff but that's not much of a stretch.
I have given up some travel, movies and most sweets. It has given me a tic.
So, Peeps. What have you given up? Give me some ideas. Especially if you have any eyebrow advice.
Thanksgiving Giveaway
I love Thanksgiving. The cool weather, the FOOD, the four-day holiday, ballgames, friends and the kick-off to the whole holiday season.
I especially love it because it makes me stop and reflect on all my blessings and realize that there are those families that are really struggling.
Most of us have had to really take a look at our spending habits, driving habits and various other bugetary items and make adjustments.
With that thought in mind, I thought that I would offer a true Thanksgiving type giveaway.
The prize is a gift certificate to, oh I hate this, Walmart. I am a Target girl but not every place has a Target and not all Target stores have groceries. Unfortunately, WM is everywhere.
The idea is, you win a gift card for some Thanksgiving groceries and I will send an extra one to you to GIVE to someone else. Preferably to someone that could use a little extra grocery money.
Here are the rules: sign up and tell me what you are thankful for. Leave me a way to contact you (very important). Also, tell me how you would give away the extra card. Be creative. Mr. Random will do his thing. I would really like the winners
to inspire us by telling of your giveaway opportunity/experience in a later comment.
Easy peasy.
Contest will close Saturday night at 6 PM CDT and winners will be announced later that evening.
I love you, Peeps!
I especially love it because it makes me stop and reflect on all my blessings and realize that there are those families that are really struggling.
Most of us have had to really take a look at our spending habits, driving habits and various other bugetary items and make adjustments.
With that thought in mind, I thought that I would offer a true Thanksgiving type giveaway.
The prize is a gift certificate to, oh I hate this, Walmart. I am a Target girl but not every place has a Target and not all Target stores have groceries. Unfortunately, WM is everywhere.
The idea is, you win a gift card for some Thanksgiving groceries and I will send an extra one to you to GIVE to someone else. Preferably to someone that could use a little extra grocery money.
Here are the rules: sign up and tell me what you are thankful for. Leave me a way to contact you (very important). Also, tell me how you would give away the extra card. Be creative. Mr. Random will do his thing. I would really like the winners
to inspire us by telling of your giveaway opportunity/experience in a later comment.
Easy peasy.
Contest will close Saturday night at 6 PM CDT and winners will be announced later that evening.
I love you, Peeps!
I'm Baaack!!
Hello, my Peeps! I've missed you so!!
After much thought, Beachy Mimi decided to remain Beachy Mimi for now. I'm working on another blogsite and it is so stinkin' cute. However, I will not go without telling my Peeps where to find me. Since it's anonymous and all.
One of my Precious Peeps summed it up better than I could. She said, "Everyone needs a little BM everyday." hahahahahahahteeeheeeeharharhar
Ain't it the truth.
So, whether I'm BM, QM, OCD, or XXP, I'm not going anywhere.
The plain fact is, no one is forcing anyone to read this blog. There. I said it. What I really want to say is, "Bite ME", but that is really tacky and I would never do that.
I have stated before that my Bloggy Mission Statement is simply to point out some of the humor in life. People blog for different reasons and they are all okay. I wouldn't dream of telling someone else what to write or not write, and I've read some pretty gross stuff.
And another thing, I'm not teaching grammar and puncutation here. So take the ,.!;:"'and put them wherever you think they need to go. Feel free.
As far as etiquette...HUH? Bloggy etiquette? Oh, please. Get a life.
One of the, shall we say..detractors...criticizes my bloggy etiquette. Just remember when you point your finger at someone, there are three pointing right back at you.
So, BM is here to stay!!
I could say lots more but I keep remembering one of my mottos, "just because you can doesn't mean you should."
Enough of that.
How are my Peeps? Have you voted yet? I took advantage of the early voting opportunity along with hundreds of other fellow citizens. I'm glad to have it out of the way. Besides, I'm going to the BEACH for a couple of weeks and maybe when I get home all the political stuff will be off the tv and I can concentrate on the Amazing Race.
I think I could so do the Amazing Race. After all, I love to travel and I sure don't sleep...hmmm I may think about that. I could use a million bucks. Or, even ten bucks...
Tomorrow I think I'll do a Thanksgiving Giveaway so be sure to sign up!
I appreciate your loyalty more than I can ever express.
I love my Peeps!!
After much thought, Beachy Mimi decided to remain Beachy Mimi for now. I'm working on another blogsite and it is so stinkin' cute. However, I will not go without telling my Peeps where to find me. Since it's anonymous and all.
One of my Precious Peeps summed it up better than I could. She said, "Everyone needs a little BM everyday." hahahahahahahteeeheeeeharharhar
Ain't it the truth.
So, whether I'm BM, QM, OCD, or XXP, I'm not going anywhere.
The plain fact is, no one is forcing anyone to read this blog. There. I said it. What I really want to say is, "Bite ME", but that is really tacky and I would never do that.
I have stated before that my Bloggy Mission Statement is simply to point out some of the humor in life. People blog for different reasons and they are all okay. I wouldn't dream of telling someone else what to write or not write, and I've read some pretty gross stuff.
And another thing, I'm not teaching grammar and puncutation here. So take the ,.!;:"'and put them wherever you think they need to go. Feel free.
As far as etiquette...HUH? Bloggy etiquette? Oh, please. Get a life.
One of the, shall we say..detractors...criticizes my bloggy etiquette. Just remember when you point your finger at someone, there are three pointing right back at you.
So, BM is here to stay!!
I could say lots more but I keep remembering one of my mottos, "just because you can doesn't mean you should."
Enough of that.
How are my Peeps? Have you voted yet? I took advantage of the early voting opportunity along with hundreds of other fellow citizens. I'm glad to have it out of the way. Besides, I'm going to the BEACH for a couple of weeks and maybe when I get home all the political stuff will be off the tv and I can concentrate on the Amazing Race.
I think I could so do the Amazing Race. After all, I love to travel and I sure don't sleep...hmmm I may think about that. I could use a million bucks. Or, even ten bucks...
Tomorrow I think I'll do a Thanksgiving Giveaway so be sure to sign up!
I appreciate your loyalty more than I can ever express.
I love my Peeps!!
My Little Cans of Whoop-Bottom
Sometimes, a gal just needs to carry a can of WHOOP-A** in her purse.
I KNOW! Shocking isn't it.
I personally have two cans. Their names are PeepOne and PeepTwo. They get RILED if somebody gets up in my business and I love them for it.
So DETRACTOR, move on or I will sic them on you.
To the rest of my Peeps, I love you and will be back tomorrow!!
I KNOW! Shocking isn't it.
I personally have two cans. Their names are PeepOne and PeepTwo. They get RILED if somebody gets up in my business and I love them for it.
So DETRACTOR, move on or I will sic them on you.
To the rest of my Peeps, I love you and will be back tomorrow!!
I'll Be Back On Monday
I just can't stay away from my Peeps! I'll be back on Monday with some new insight and probably bad subject matter.
They can't keep Beachy Mimi down!!
They can't keep Beachy Mimi down!!
Bye Bye Bye
I'm thinking this will be my last post as Beachy Mimi.
The problem is, I started out to be anonymous but that didn't work out exactly like I thought it would. Too many Peeps know BM.
BM has officially embarassed the family.
So, starting Monday, I will begin blogging with my new name and be anonymous.
I'm thinking my new, anonymous name will be Meachy Bimi. Or, Eachyta Imiba.
What sounds good to you, Peeps?
The problem is, I started out to be anonymous but that didn't work out exactly like I thought it would. Too many Peeps know BM.
BM has officially embarassed the family.
So, starting Monday, I will begin blogging with my new name and be anonymous.
I'm thinking my new, anonymous name will be Meachy Bimi. Or, Eachyta Imiba.
What sounds good to you, Peeps?
Something
I've got to come up with something just to get that last post off the top of the page.
THAT'S what happens when Beachy Mimi runs fever.
The miracle RX is working, and for the price I should be up dancing and whooping it up. I am better, but not to the whooping it up stage, unless you count my relentless coughing and I don't.
Poor, poor Queen B and the science fair project. Heh Heh
I may or may not have tackled a few of those for her in past years...I can sit back and enjoy this.
Just a grandmotherly note to pass along to the Peeps: encourage your children CONSTANTLY.
I have a feeling that all the women who are Peeps here already do this. Just take it from a Peep that didn't get encouragement growing up. It will make a tremendous difference in your kid's lives. Okay, okay. Get out the violins. I'm not having a pity party AT ALL.
Not every person parents their children the same way. There are women that have a very difficult time stirring up some maternal mojo.
Our self-esteem comes from the Lord. I totally believe that. But for those years when you are a little too young to grasp that fully, you really need a parents' confirmation of you as a person.
Kids of all ages need to be hugged, kissed, loved on and TOLD they are loved. In words. All that "stuff" we do for them out of love is just "stuff" to kids. They need the concrete display with touch and words.
My P-Units were reared in a time when affection was not the standard in many homes.
A Daddy worked. Mamas might work outside the home, but mostly were housewives. I felt there was something wrong with ME because my PU worked and I stayed with someone else.
That't totally ridiculous, of course, but to a little kid...imaginations run wild.
I taught some very confused children. They really had a problem with their own worth and identity in a busy household with lots going on.
Boy this sounds depressing, I don't mean it to be.
Just encouragement for you to wipe a big kiss on your kids and give the teenagers a noogie just so you can give them some touching.
I co-taught a Bible study a few years ago and the number 1 thing men (boys)said they missed in tween to teenage years was...touch.
Women had more varied answers but I know they feel the same way.
I'm going to go drown myself with more cough syrup and hush until my semi-feverish brain can come up with some cheery stuff to say.
Have a great day, Peeps! I'll be back to normal, soon.
I have a feeling I left out alot of punctuation in my ramblings. So, Peeps, here it is. Apply as needed. , .'/?!
THAT'S what happens when Beachy Mimi runs fever.
The miracle RX is working, and for the price I should be up dancing and whooping it up. I am better, but not to the whooping it up stage, unless you count my relentless coughing and I don't.
Poor, poor Queen B and the science fair project. Heh Heh
I may or may not have tackled a few of those for her in past years...I can sit back and enjoy this.
Just a grandmotherly note to pass along to the Peeps: encourage your children CONSTANTLY.
I have a feeling that all the women who are Peeps here already do this. Just take it from a Peep that didn't get encouragement growing up. It will make a tremendous difference in your kid's lives. Okay, okay. Get out the violins. I'm not having a pity party AT ALL.
Not every person parents their children the same way. There are women that have a very difficult time stirring up some maternal mojo.
Our self-esteem comes from the Lord. I totally believe that. But for those years when you are a little too young to grasp that fully, you really need a parents' confirmation of you as a person.
Kids of all ages need to be hugged, kissed, loved on and TOLD they are loved. In words. All that "stuff" we do for them out of love is just "stuff" to kids. They need the concrete display with touch and words.
My P-Units were reared in a time when affection was not the standard in many homes.
A Daddy worked. Mamas might work outside the home, but mostly were housewives. I felt there was something wrong with ME because my PU worked and I stayed with someone else.
That't totally ridiculous, of course, but to a little kid...imaginations run wild.
I taught some very confused children. They really had a problem with their own worth and identity in a busy household with lots going on.
Boy this sounds depressing, I don't mean it to be.
Just encouragement for you to wipe a big kiss on your kids and give the teenagers a noogie just so you can give them some touching.
I co-taught a Bible study a few years ago and the number 1 thing men (boys)said they missed in tween to teenage years was...touch.
Women had more varied answers but I know they feel the same way.
I'm going to go drown myself with more cough syrup and hush until my semi-feverish brain can come up with some cheery stuff to say.
Have a great day, Peeps! I'll be back to normal, soon.
I have a feeling I left out alot of punctuation in my ramblings. So, Peeps, here it is. Apply as needed. , .'/?!
Getting Older is a Gas!
I have shared with you Peeps some of the...issues you will be facing as you age.
All these are a part of life and really not to be dreaded. It does help to be informed, however, so 1) it won't be such a shock to you when faced with your changing body, and, 2) a cruel reminder that you, in fact, ARE AGING.
Gravitational pulls, menopause, hormones,uncontrolled hair growth, achieving O's...all are topics we have addressed in the past. Probably some more I can't think of right now.
While here in my sickbed, I've had lots of time to meditate, ponder, study, think, pray and be consumed by more totally useless information that I feel I must pass to you. (PUN INTENDED)
One of the WORST signs of an aging body is...gas. Not the kind you pay $4 a gallon at the pump, but the kind your traitorous body manufactures.
Some Peeps have this worse than others, probably depending on diet and exercise, but I KNOW. I KNOW THE SECRETS, PEEPS. We ALL have it in some form.
Not having raised boys or be the grandmother of a boy, I was quite...unprepared for this untimely, deadly, embarassing and ever present need to pass it.
Kids do it and cackle. Men look at it like burping...the louder and bigger the better. As a teacher, I was aware of this in some form, but NEVER thought it would be applicable to me.
I'm not in the medical profession, not even a Health Educator from WalMart, so my information is based more on experiences of others and not scientific data or Google.
The digestive system slows somewhat as we get older. The body betrays...YES BETRAYS us at the worst possible moments.
Maybe some examples will help: you know you have a critical situation when you have to NAME them.
The first one I will call THE BOMB. It drops unexpectedly with one giant boom! The most terrifying thing about bombing is that you have NO CONTROL over when and where you drop it. You might or might not be walking across your office floor with all secretaries present when it happens. There is just not a lot of recovery from a BOMB. Your best bet it to just keep walking and hope that someone else there thinks THEY dropped it. Everybody just gets real busy and the whole thing gets ignored.
Church is another place where an attack can occur. Especially if you have been sitting for awhile. The second I will call THE AUTOMATIC RIFLE.
The worst thing about the RIFLE is the duration. It comes out with a POP-POP-POP-POP in a seemingly neverending series of several. They may have a silencer (that is, come and go quietly), but more than likely at least ONE will escape.
This little gift is also a surprise but if you are clever and aware you may be able to drop the hymnal, pop your knees or other appendage to camouflage the sound.
The third is the worst.THE TRUMPET. There is just hardly ANY recovery for THE TRUMPET. Your best bet is blame a child with you or look at your husband like "why did you do that?"
NEVER ADMIT TO A TRUMPET. Never let them see you sweat.
TRAVEL GAS, again, not at the pump, is also bad. If you are quick you may be able to walk around when you stop, fake bending (dangerous) and tying a shoelace or be the one who pumps the fuel into the vehicle. This buys you time to slip it out slowly without witnesses.
A Very Important Rule is YOU CAN NOT DO IT IN THE LADIES RESTROOM. Especially if someone else is in there with you. Ladies never admit or pass in front of other ladies in the restroom. It just isn't done unless you are Heathen or 2 years old.
TRAVEL GAS gives you a little more leeway and space if you play your cards right. And, if you can escape from your travel mates.
This one is...awful, terrible, horrible and funny at the same time. You married ladies know what I am talking about. It invariably happens at the most inopportune moment. You think you have it made and the husband has been so blinded with lust he didn't hear it. WRONG. You are busted. The longer you are married the less chance you have of escaping notice or comment. S*XY, huh! I guess we can name that COITUS COMBUSTUS. Talk about ruining a moment.
Well, I guess I have covered the basics.
I obviously need to get well FAST...before I think of something else.
Have a pleasant day!
All these are a part of life and really not to be dreaded. It does help to be informed, however, so 1) it won't be such a shock to you when faced with your changing body, and, 2) a cruel reminder that you, in fact, ARE AGING.
Gravitational pulls, menopause, hormones,uncontrolled hair growth, achieving O's...all are topics we have addressed in the past. Probably some more I can't think of right now.
While here in my sickbed, I've had lots of time to meditate, ponder, study, think, pray and be consumed by more totally useless information that I feel I must pass to you. (PUN INTENDED)
One of the WORST signs of an aging body is...gas. Not the kind you pay $4 a gallon at the pump, but the kind your traitorous body manufactures.
Some Peeps have this worse than others, probably depending on diet and exercise, but I KNOW. I KNOW THE SECRETS, PEEPS. We ALL have it in some form.
Not having raised boys or be the grandmother of a boy, I was quite...unprepared for this untimely, deadly, embarassing and ever present need to pass it.
Kids do it and cackle. Men look at it like burping...the louder and bigger the better. As a teacher, I was aware of this in some form, but NEVER thought it would be applicable to me.
I'm not in the medical profession, not even a Health Educator from WalMart, so my information is based more on experiences of others and not scientific data or Google.
The digestive system slows somewhat as we get older. The body betrays...YES BETRAYS us at the worst possible moments.
Maybe some examples will help: you know you have a critical situation when you have to NAME them.
The first one I will call THE BOMB. It drops unexpectedly with one giant boom! The most terrifying thing about bombing is that you have NO CONTROL over when and where you drop it. You might or might not be walking across your office floor with all secretaries present when it happens. There is just not a lot of recovery from a BOMB. Your best bet it to just keep walking and hope that someone else there thinks THEY dropped it. Everybody just gets real busy and the whole thing gets ignored.
Church is another place where an attack can occur. Especially if you have been sitting for awhile. The second I will call THE AUTOMATIC RIFLE.
The worst thing about the RIFLE is the duration. It comes out with a POP-POP-POP-POP in a seemingly neverending series of several. They may have a silencer (that is, come and go quietly), but more than likely at least ONE will escape.
This little gift is also a surprise but if you are clever and aware you may be able to drop the hymnal, pop your knees or other appendage to camouflage the sound.
The third is the worst.THE TRUMPET. There is just hardly ANY recovery for THE TRUMPET. Your best bet is blame a child with you or look at your husband like "why did you do that?"
NEVER ADMIT TO A TRUMPET. Never let them see you sweat.
TRAVEL GAS, again, not at the pump, is also bad. If you are quick you may be able to walk around when you stop, fake bending (dangerous) and tying a shoelace or be the one who pumps the fuel into the vehicle. This buys you time to slip it out slowly without witnesses.
A Very Important Rule is YOU CAN NOT DO IT IN THE LADIES RESTROOM. Especially if someone else is in there with you. Ladies never admit or pass in front of other ladies in the restroom. It just isn't done unless you are Heathen or 2 years old.
TRAVEL GAS gives you a little more leeway and space if you play your cards right. And, if you can escape from your travel mates.
This one is...awful, terrible, horrible and funny at the same time. You married ladies know what I am talking about. It invariably happens at the most inopportune moment. You think you have it made and the husband has been so blinded with lust he didn't hear it. WRONG. You are busted. The longer you are married the less chance you have of escaping notice or comment. S*XY, huh! I guess we can name that COITUS COMBUSTUS. Talk about ruining a moment.
Well, I guess I have covered the basics.
I obviously need to get well FAST...before I think of something else.
Have a pleasant day!
One Day to Give
KRISTEN at We Are THAT Family is hosting a ONE DAY TO GIVE challenge to the blogworld.
Basically, as a Peep you reach out to someone and do something for them without expecting some kind of return for yourself.
I had the perfect thing. I won't go in to the big details, but God gave me the opportunity to donate some computer lab stuff for a Christian school in my area.
As a former teacher and a computer illiterate, I thought this would be something the children could start in the upper elementary to get some of the basics under their belts by the time they get to high school. This is a fairly new school so they don't have lots of infrastructure yet.
This is nothing that I did or should get credit for. I simply passed on a blessing I received from God to some little kids who could really benefit from a computer lab.
This has made me realize that I shouldn't wait for a special occasion to do this. I should make myself available ALL the time. So, I'm going to be more deliberate with giving from now on. Maybe once a month do something specific for someone else...and it doesn't have to involve money.
So, I'm challenging you, Peeps! Pass on some grace and love to someone else this weekend. YOUR blessing will be tremendous
Whine, Whine and Whine
Well, Beachy Mimi is still sick. My voice sounds like a squeaky...something.
I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.
The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.
Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha
Sickbed humor.
The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.
Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.
Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup
2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel
Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.
Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.
A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.
Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.
Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.
She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.
If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.
Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.
I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.
Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.
Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.
Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!
Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.
Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.
If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!
With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.
Stay tuned.
I did go to the real doctor today, not Queen B's Health Educator from WalMart.
The sickness was NOT in the budget for the month. Especially the MEDICATIONS. Oh my, I had 4 prescriptions than ran about $400. With insurance.
Just the usual stuff. High powered antibiotic, cough syrup and the stuff to take after the antibiotic does the itchy thing. It rhymes with BEAST INFECTION. And, if I may say so, is a beast. Though that is actually the most important RX and it was just $3. Something is just WRONG that medicines cost so much. It makes me sick!!..hahahaha
Sickbed humor.
The Parental Unit said she would come take care of me...She walked in the door, poured a can of Rotel in the soup I was making, and left. Time nursing--10 seconds.
I guess with the Rotel I can add stomach problems to my chest problems.
Actually, this soup is pretty good and hearty when you are well.
Beachy Mimi's Sick Soup
2 cans Progresso Minestrone Soup
2 lbs. fried ground beef
2 cans pinto beans
2 cans Rotel
Fry meat, mix together for 30 minutes or so and eat. It is really better the second day.
Anyway, as the weather gets cooler here this soup just hits the spot...if you aren't having an intestinal issue. Which, I'm not, so PU's contribution was welcome.
A nurse...she isn't. It was always get better or die at our house growing up.
Now that I have my own home I don't have anyone to take advantage of and make them bring me Sonic cokes and stuff. Bummer.
Queen B...your mommy is calling...help.
She's ignoring me. She is sick, herself. In fact, she got a shot in the hiney this morning and now she is disgustingly better. And not coming near my germs.
If we lived in the same town I would so totally milk this situation.
Instead I have PU, who took Nursing (minus) -101.
I've been checking out blogs while I am here in the sickbed and I am finding something alarming. ALARMING, YA'LL.
Most everyone seems to have the Bloggy Blues. Several of my Precious Peeps are quitting.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! Please don't go. You may think your posts are not interesting, but they ARE. People in the sickbed DEPEND on your bloggy goodness.
Take a walk around the block, go to Sonic, clean out a closet...JUST DON'T LEAVE.
We all have days (like today) when nothing much seems interesting or blogworthy, but it IS.
Trust me on this. Some of us HAVE to live vicariously through your blogisms, MEMEs, awards, photos, contests, recipes, tips, recommendations...you see? YOU ARE NEEDED!
Besides, don't you secretly love your comments and statcounter? HUH? Come on. Admit it. You check. Some of you check OFTEN. Just to see if you matter to at least one person.
Well, you matter. Don't quit. There's bloggy material all over the place. MIL, SIL, neighbors, PU's, bald guys, kids, hubs, the weather...lots of stuff and it is ALL GOOD.
If I can't milk a family member for more attention, it will have to be my Peeps!
With the miracle $400 antiobiotic, I will probably be naturally blonde and weigh 50lbs less by morning.
Stay tuned.
Thank You Very Much
New York Babe was so sweet to pass on this very underserved but much appreciated and loved award.
Aren't Bloggy Friends Great? I love my Peeps.
Aren't Bloggy Friends Great? I love my Peeps.
Get Out The Banjos
...as in the dueling banjo music of the most horrible movie ever.
I think we have a neighborhood rumble about to start. Hopefully, if the rain stops pouring I'll have a photo to post.
The neighbor.
Her pumpkins are back outside, but on the other side of the door where they can't be seen from my porch.
The phone lines have been hot. How do I know?
"Ring-Ring" (as in the phone) my phone number is unlisted except the POA just published a new version of our inmate I mean address list.
BM: Hello
NN (Nosy Neighbor) Hi! Was that your sister fixin' up your porch the other day?
BM: Huh?
NN: Your sister. Did she fix up your porch?
BM: I don't have a sister.
NN: Well. Louise (another neighbor) and Mary (another neighbor) have seen that girl that looks like you over there quite a bit. You know the one that drives the little sports car.
BM: Yes, she drives a sports car.
NN: So, she's not your sister?
BM: Uh, no.
NN: Aren't you related to the "NoName" family?
BM: Yes.
NN: How are you related?
BM: I'm the daughter.
NN: Is she related to them, too?
BM: Who? (of course I knew, I was just messing with her by now)
NN: That girl that looks like you.
NN: Is she kin?
BM: Kin? (snort snort)
NN: You know, relations.
BM: No
NN: No cousin?
BM: No
NN: She sure looks like you.
NN: What's your last name again?
BM: Mimi
NN: How come it's not "NoName"?
At this point Beachy Mimi is getting a little tired of this conversation/interrogation that started over a pumpkin topiary.
Evil Beachy Mimi wants to say "Mind your own business."
Jesus wants me to be kind and just answer her questions. I've been thinking of starting a little Bible Study and including these ladies. I've got just the one
BOUNDRIES
These are sweet old ladies that mean well. All they have to do is watch soaps, talk to their deaf husbands, watch my house or the geriatric frat house...also across the street.
Personally, I think they are much more interesting. In fact, I've been wondering...are they all related? Fathers and son? Brothers?
Hmmm. BOUNDRIES. I guess I need to attend my own Bible Study.
I think we have a neighborhood rumble about to start. Hopefully, if the rain stops pouring I'll have a photo to post.
The neighbor.
Her pumpkins are back outside, but on the other side of the door where they can't be seen from my porch.
The phone lines have been hot. How do I know?
"Ring-Ring" (as in the phone) my phone number is unlisted except the POA just published a new version of our inmate I mean address list.
BM: Hello
NN (Nosy Neighbor) Hi! Was that your sister fixin' up your porch the other day?
BM: Huh?
NN: Your sister. Did she fix up your porch?
BM: I don't have a sister.
NN: Well. Louise (another neighbor) and Mary (another neighbor) have seen that girl that looks like you over there quite a bit. You know the one that drives the little sports car.
BM: Yes, she drives a sports car.
NN: So, she's not your sister?
BM: Uh, no.
NN: Aren't you related to the "NoName" family?
BM: Yes.
NN: How are you related?
BM: I'm the daughter.
NN: Is she related to them, too?
BM: Who? (of course I knew, I was just messing with her by now)
NN: That girl that looks like you.
NN: Is she kin?
BM: Kin? (snort snort)
NN: You know, relations.
BM: No
NN: No cousin?
BM: No
NN: She sure looks like you.
NN: What's your last name again?
BM: Mimi
NN: How come it's not "NoName"?
At this point Beachy Mimi is getting a little tired of this conversation/interrogation that started over a pumpkin topiary.
Evil Beachy Mimi wants to say "Mind your own business."
Jesus wants me to be kind and just answer her questions. I've been thinking of starting a little Bible Study and including these ladies. I've got just the one
BOUNDRIES
These are sweet old ladies that mean well. All they have to do is watch soaps, talk to their deaf husbands, watch my house or the geriatric frat house...also across the street.
Personally, I think they are much more interesting. In fact, I've been wondering...are they all related? Fathers and son? Brothers?
Hmmm. BOUNDRIES. I guess I need to attend my own Bible Study.
Status Report from Beachy Hospital
Hi, Peeps!
The Beachy house is improving but not quite back up to the usual 100%.
I thought I would share with you some photos of the hard work Peepone did decorating my tiny little bachelorette pad porch. She rocks.
She also brought me a Sonic coke and a Jr. hamburger--mustard and ketchup only.
It was SOOO good.
I don't spend alot on decorations anymore. These are left-overs from last year.
It isn't easy finding giant fake corn, I tell ya.
I'm not big on the scary Halloween. I like the Old Fashioned Halloween when you just dressed up as a character and bumbed the neighbors for candy. It was safe.
However, I just couldn't pass up this spider.
Peepone made this totally rockin' topiary out of these poor pumpkins.
Then, with more leftovers, she fixed up my little summer table. Notice the pig!
If you notice in the window. SOMEONE is really wanting to get in the picture. He found the whole thing extremely entertaining.
I love my nosy neighbors. I give them lots of fodder with my comings and goings, and they are always walking in front of my house in little groups trying to see if they can see me, the cat, or anything else going on in here. They don't see much.
Well, neighbor across the street had two little jack-o-lanterns on her porch that were very cute.
Apparently, she was quite upset that Peepone put more on MY porch that she had on HERS...and she took them inside.
I do hope this is not one of those neighborhoods where neighbor tries to outdo neighbor.
Good Grief.
I smell a battle.
The Beachy house is improving but not quite back up to the usual 100%.
I thought I would share with you some photos of the hard work Peepone did decorating my tiny little bachelorette pad porch. She rocks.
She also brought me a Sonic coke and a Jr. hamburger--mustard and ketchup only.
It was SOOO good.
I don't spend alot on decorations anymore. These are left-overs from last year.
It isn't easy finding giant fake corn, I tell ya.
I'm not big on the scary Halloween. I like the Old Fashioned Halloween when you just dressed up as a character and bumbed the neighbors for candy. It was safe.
However, I just couldn't pass up this spider.
Peepone made this totally rockin' topiary out of these poor pumpkins.
Then, with more leftovers, she fixed up my little summer table. Notice the pig!
If you notice in the window. SOMEONE is really wanting to get in the picture. He found the whole thing extremely entertaining.
I love my nosy neighbors. I give them lots of fodder with my comings and goings, and they are always walking in front of my house in little groups trying to see if they can see me, the cat, or anything else going on in here. They don't see much.
Well, neighbor across the street had two little jack-o-lanterns on her porch that were very cute.
Apparently, she was quite upset that Peepone put more on MY porch that she had on HERS...and she took them inside.
I do hope this is not one of those neighborhoods where neighbor tries to outdo neighbor.
Good Grief.
I smell a battle.
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