Immaturity or Sense Of Humor?

I absolutely LOVE the photo above! I don’t think I would necessarily call it immaturity. I call it having a sense of humor, having fun rather. The definition of immaturity according to the Miram-Webster dictionary is: lacking complete growth, differentiation, or development.

In my opinion; anyone who does not have some sort of a sense of humor is going to die before their prime. I suppose whoever came up with that tag line on the bottom of the photo leads a VERY serious lifestyle. I know there is a time and place for that but….. I absolutely LOVE to pull pranks, jokes, and tease people. For example: Before caller ID I used to make phone calls to everyone and act as if I was a bill collector, I placed a fake rat by my front door - I LOVE to hear everyone freak out. Or.... when I prank my mom every single April Fools with something so totally off the wall. (Of course she is very gullible). I think my youngest son is similar to me; he found a golf ball shell (broken) on the course. He took it and placed it on the green so the next sucker would think they hit a great shot. I think it is examples like this that keep us young, and on our toes. I could totally see myself doing something like the above photo but I do not really think it is immaturity.

Life is way too short to take it seriously!!

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

AWWWW!! (That is not a word, is it?)

Manufactured Compound

Holy Cow! Get a load of that photo, hmmmm.

In my past life I was a real estate appraiser, I think if I would have pulled up in front of this compound to do an appraisal; I would probably do one of the following:

1.) Shit Myself
2.) Piss Myself
3.) Faint on front lawn
4.) Call lender and tell them I am leaving the country; send this appraisal to my ultimate favorite competitor (no names J)

So what do you suppose this is? A manufactured mansion, a family compound? Perhaps the person that owns the trailer on the lowest level is one hell of an investor. I bet they decided to get into the rental business. Heck, why not? It is much more economical to keep adding on rather than purchase additional real estate, AND they don’t have to go far to collect rent.

Hmmmm……. These people might be smarter than I am giving them credit for, Unless this property is located in a hurricane prone area.

What do you think?

Going Back To My Roots

How hard is it for someone to get ‘back to their roots?’ I am not implying my family roots by any stretch of the imagination. I think that one speaks for itself. (See previous post on farts)

Many of my male readers might not get this but I am gonna try. In my younger years I had brown hair, with some sunny highlights. (Natural, I might add) Through the years it got darker and darker with each child. Then magically some red, natural red started showing up. I like to think this might be normal since my grandmother was red headed. I came to the conclusion in my late twenties that this was something I did not like. I began highlighting the heck out of my hair to bring out more blonde. I kept it this way for years. Perhaps I thought that ‘blondes had more fun.’ Red heads were considered ‘fiery’ right?

So have you ever done something so incredibly crazy while drinking that the next morning you want to bury yourself like a groundhog and come out again next year? Well that is exactly what I did last week. I became a total red head. Holy cow!!! I really thought it would be more like my natural dark brown with red highlights. No Way! I am a fiery red head. I admit that is has brought some unwanted attention my way. I feel like I should change my attitude to reflect the color. The response has been about 50/50. My younger son said it was so ugly and when would he have his mom back? I wanted to cry! I think the jury is still out on this hair issue; I know it will grow out, I know I can change it again but…. Is three days not enough time to decide? My husband (and other men too) thought having a red head in bed would be amazing. Little does he know that I am the same person, only with a different color of hair. (Poor guy!)

My profile photo has changed to reflect my new doo. It looks brownish red in the photo, but when I get out into the sun, WOW!!

Many people in life feel like they should get back to their roots; whether that is family, fun, HAIR, etc. I can tell ya – The grass is not greener on the other side AND I did have more fun as a blonde.

Writers Block........

I really feel like I have had writers block, mental block, and any other block that is possible. Perhaps it is because I have been focusing all my energies on work and my other blog. Take a peek - over time I can tell ya it is going to get somewhat humorous.

http://talesfromthesoapshop.blogspot.com/

At any rate; I stumbled upon a pretty cool blog today. I was looking for something that would make me go hmmmm and this blog did it for me. At least todays post did. So pop on over there and check it out.

http://damncoolpics.blogspot.com/2008/10/fattest-athlete-in-world.html


Until writers block goes away,
Cindy

Wordless Wednesday...........

Hydrogen Peroxide, Better Than Bleach.....

I received an email today about Peroxide VS Bleach. I think you all will be amazed by this. I copied and posted the email exactly. (hope to not offend anyone and give credit where due)


This was written by Becky Ransey of Indiana (a doctor's wife), and I want to share it with you. She was over recently for coffee and smelled the bleach I was using to clean my toilet and countertops. This is what she told me.... I would like to tell you of the benefits of that plain little old bottle of 3% peroxide you can get for under $1.00 at any drug store.

(Bob Giddens recently bought a 32 ounce bottle at Wal-Mart for ninety-four cents.) My husband has been in the medical field for over 36 years, and most doctors don't tell you about peroxide. Have you ever smelled bleach in a doctor's office? No!! Why? Because it smells, and it is not healthy! Ask the nurses who work in the doctor's offices, and ask them if they use bleach at home. They are wiser and know better!

1. Take one capful and hold in your mouth for ten minutes daily, then spit it out (I do it when I bathe). No more canker sores, and your teeth will be whiter without expensive pastes. Use it instead of mouthwash.

2. Let your toothbrushes soak in a cup of peroxide to keep them free of germs. (good one!)

3. Clean your counters and table tops with peroxide to kill germs and leave a fresh smell. Simply put a little on your dishrag when you wipe, or spray it on the counters. (Wouldn't it be nice if restaurants would do this?)

4. After rinsing your wooden cutting board, pour peroxide on it to kill salmonella and other bacteria.

5. I had fungus on my feet for years until I sprayed a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water on them (especially the toes) every night and let dry.

6. Soak any infections or cuts in 3% peroxide for five to ten minutes several times a day. My husband has seen gangrene that would not heal with any medicine but was healed by soaking in peroxide.

7. Fill a spray bottle with a 50/50 mixture of peroxide and water and keep it in every bathroom to disinfect without harming your septic system like bleach or most other disinfectants will.

8. Tilt your head back and spray into nostrils with your 50/50 mixture whenever you have a cold, plugged sinus. It will bubble and help to kill the bacteria. Hold for a few minutes, and then blow your nose into a tissue. (really good one!)

9. If you have a terrible toothache and cannot get to a dentist right away, put a capful of 3% peroxide into your mouth and hold it for ten minutes several times a day. The pain will lessen greatly.

10. And of course, if you like a natural look to your hair, spray the 50/50 solution on your wet hair after a shower and comb it through You will not have the peroxide-burnt blonde hair like the hair dye packages but more natural highlights if your hair is a light brown, reddish, or dirty blonde. It also lightens gradually, so it's not a drastic change. (hmmm!)

11. Put half a bottle of peroxide in your bath to help rid boils, fungus, or other skin infections.

12. Add a cup of peroxide instead of bleach to a load of whites in your laundry to whiten them. If there is blood on clothing, pour it directly on the soiled spot. Let it sit for a minute, then rub it and rinse with cold water. Repeat if necessary. (I'll try it!)

13. I use peroxide to clean my mirrors.

Do Dogs Go To Heaven? Part 1

CONTINUE TO NEXT POST FOR PART TWO

Do Dogs Go To Heaven - Part 2

Need I say more? I believe post one and two say it all. Have a great weekend.

Until next time.............

Can We Live Without Constant Contact?

What was life like before the blackberry? Cell phone?

The photo above illustrates a portion of my evening last night. It was our girls night out ritual! It should be a time where we sit around and act like ...... well..... girls for crying out loud. As we try to keep conversation going, blackberry #1 goes off, then incoming text messages on phone #2, phone #3 and then phone #4. There we were acting like teenagers sitting around checking our messages. I would venture to say that none of the content that came in on any of our phones was so darn important that we had to halt girl talk. I mean, come on! I am not placing blame either, I joined in on the text party but..... years ago - this was unheard of.

I had noticed over the past several weeks that when I would get an email or text message my phone would vibrate. There I go running to see who or what was coming in. When email first became important we were not capable of checking it on our phones. So.... we waited right? Well why has America become such a microwave society? By that I mean, why do we have to have instant results? Quite frankly I would run to see if the email was an important work email, an online order, etc. But.... this luxury has not always been available to us.

So.... last week I decided to remove this feature from my phone. And guess what? I have become so much more productive. I can check it on my phone at will but I am not running to see what came it when it vibrates. Half the time the emails were from Dominoes Pizza (with my important weekly coupon), or some other company spamming me and taking me away from my work day. Or my special time with my family, which is so limited anyway.

So I challenge my readers (hubs; you are not included in this) to remove this feature or silence it and see how much more you can accomplish the next few days. Honestly; if any of our messages are THAT important, does it not warrant a phone call? Well, that is unless its my son who texts me from school because they can't have their phones on.

Hum!! How many of you can do this?

Street Smarts VS Book Smarts

Is it possible to be both street smart and book smart? I think it is! However; I have only met three people in my 37 years of life that have fit this category. I would like to think that street smarts are something the book smart people can attain at certain life experiences. But it seems that I will still run into people that never get it. The reverse is true too; the street smart people (such as me) try to run the gamut by reading their way through things and trying to learn them. Some of street smart people never get it either. It can be really frustrating!

I bring this topic up as I watch my two boys grow up. My oldest son (hereafter referred to as AT) is so dang smart! It makes me mad, why? Well he is smarter than me. Not that it is a bad thing but he is so smart and quick witted that he can say things that make my head spin. I walk away having to think for a few minutes until I get it. Then there is my youngest (hereafter referred to as DT) he is a carbon copy of me. (In my opinion, others may disagree) He is obnoxious, great liar, street smarts and does not see the importance of school with the PGA looming out there. Now that you have the history, here is why I am trying to teach a 17 year old street smarts. I know it seems a bit late for that but…. Good grief! I have to send him into the real world in less than a year – that scares me!

Scenario: For the last 17 years I think I have done way too much for AT. You know how moms try to make life easy for their kids? Making the silly phone calls for them because it just seems faster and easier? Running the errands for them? Well, two scenarios last week made me realize that I MUST change my ways or DT might end up the same way. AT got a speeding ticket, I told him to call our attorney friend, not a big deal! This guy has been a friend of the family for years; it should be more of a friendly call rather than a stuffy attorney. AT responds by saying, “Really? I have to call him?” My response was, “Yes, here is his phone number.” AT says, “Hum, well….. okay….. What do I say?” I can’t believe he is actually asking me this) I say, “Bill, hi this is AT - I got another ticket, what do you need from me?” AT sighs heavily, rolls his eyes and says, “Fine I will call him, what do I say again?” (By this time I am thinking WOW, I have failed as a parent in this department.) A few days later I tell AT that he must go to the flower shop to pick up the corsage for his homecoming date. He says to me, “Um, I have to go in there?” “What do I say to them in the flower shop?” (Now this is two times in one week, I can’t believe it!!) I say to him, “Are you kidding me, you are NOT really asking me this are you?” He looks at me with a blank stare, “No mom, really, what do I say?” (Now I am rolling my eyes) You say, “Hi I am AT, here to pick up a corsage!!!!” (I don’t want any comments from any readers saying he MUST be shy, because he is NOT)

Does all that really quantify street smarts? I don’t know, but I am totally baffled!

OMG!!!! DO YOU SUPPOSE HE IS USING HIS INTELLIGENCE TO GET ME TO DO EVERYTHING FOR HIM??????

Until Next Time…………….

Golf Cart Injuries?

Yesterday a friend (hereafter called Nancy) and I decided to play hookey from work and play nine holes of golf. Nothing out of the ordinary, we do it once a week. We were playing a great scramble as a team, giggling, laughing at all the old men, etc.

So.... we decided that one of my shots was not the best, as Nancy began to pull the golf cart up to my ball to pick up. I leaned slightly down and out of the cart as we do to pick up the ball, well she had not pulled up close enough for me grab it. (meanwhile the cart is still moving) So I put my hand on the front rail/post (whatever it is called) so that I could have leverage to reach further out to grab my ball. Well........ seems like the club where we play golf has yet to realize that there is no need to continue watering the grass in massive amounts; like what is needed during the warm summer months. So there is water, grass, dirt, etc on the floor board of the cart and our shoes. As I begin to reach out for my ball my feet slip and slide. (cart is still moving) My body begins to rotate at lightening speeds out of the cart with my ass about 2 inches from the wet grass. (cart is slowing down) I begin to laugh hysterically while still holding on, grab my ball and get into the cart. (golf cart is now stopped) Nancy is scrambling trying to get her camera phone to take video, of course by this time it is too late.

After all this happens and I compose myself, it reminds me of an article recently published in Spirit Magazine (Southwest Airlines).

http://www.spiritmag.com/2008_09/clickthis/golf-carts-09.php

Above is the link for the article! I actually read this recently while flying and thought WOW! How can anyone get injured in a golf cart? Hum! Their article states that golf carts will injure over 9000 people per year. I urge everyone to read it, it is pretty interesting. One of the main points in the article is a need for seat belts on golf carts. I don't think I would enjoy having a seat belt in my golf cart even after the events that took place yesterday.