Prayers for the coal miners

After the tragedy that hit a West Virginia coal mine a few weeks ago, now fear strikes family and friends of yet another West Virginia coal mining community. Two more coalminers are trapped inside of a mine because of a fire that erupted.

My prayers go out to everyone, and I hope that everyone gets out safely.

Many years ago my grandfather worked in those West Virginia coal mines. I can only imagine what it is like to work inside of one.

My Personality Type

Mindkibble has again caused me to seek out another site. This one has to do with blood type & personality types.

This is what it says for my Personality Type, A-

You Have A Type A- Personality

A- You are one of the most balanced people around Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you. When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love! You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

This is what it says for my bloodtype, A

Type A:
While outwardly calm, they have such high standards (perfectionists) that they tend to be balls of nerves on the inside. Type A's are the most artistic of the blood groups. They can be shy, are conscientious, trustworthy, and sensitive.

Best Traits: Conservative, reserved, patient, punctual, perfectionist and good with plants.
Worst Traits: Introverted, obsessive, stubborn, self conscious, and uptight.

I don't consider myself shy, or introverted. I wouldn't call myself self-conscious, and not always uptight, and I certainly AM NOT good with plants.

Edit: When I took a psychology class at school a few years ago these were the results. I have an ENFJ personality type.

It's all good!

I had my first class this term tonight (English 120). I think this class is going to be a blast. The teacher is sooooo hilarious. He has a story to go with everything.

Then I came home and I've been watching some VH1 I LOVE THE 90's on the television. This show cracks me up.

Not much else to talk about tonight.

Selective memories

You'll have to excuse me, but since I haven't had a lot of adult conversations lately, all I have to talk about is my conversations with my kids.

A little bit ago I was reading a post from MindKibble, which lead me to another article in National Geographic about "Bog Men." Just as I was finishing the article my daughter walked in from her half day of school. She sat down and read the article, then a similar article (about hair gel); this is when our conversation began.

daughter: "Mom, you know those guys with the white wigs? Well they only took a bath like once a month, and they wore those wigs and like hid it very well."

mom: "Where did you learn about that?"

daughter: "They had a play at school last year, you know with professionals, not kids. It was about Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and they told us that."

mom: "Oh, so is the fact that they only bathed once a month the only thing you learned out of that?"

daughter: "NO"

Of course, she couldn't come up with one other thing about him. Isn't it strange how certain things just stick out in our mind, and other things we just can't seem to remember, like the important stuff. Hey, but we remember how often he bathed.

Mom, that sounds like you

My daughter insisted that I listen to this band and give her my opinion. We certainly have different taste in music.

The band I believe is called Panic! At the Disco (something like that), and one of the songs were "I write sins not tragedies." As we were sitting here listening to the song, there is a part that says "haven't you ever heard of closing the God damn door." She says "mom that sounds like you." I looked at her and said, "I don't say God damn."

It is true though I am forever yelling at them to close the door. Like they have a tribe of Indians following them in. It drives me crazy.

Like I said we have different taste in music.

Week #3

Here is my entry for 52 Figments #3.

Imagine have a conversation with yourself 20 years from now.
What question would you ask?

Did I ever find TRUE love?

Why I don't need television

Since it has been so long since I have been able to just sit and watch a bit of television, I think about my reasons for not having satellite in the first place. All day the television sits on, not with me actually watching anything, but catching bits and pieces of whatever is on throughout the day.

Yesterday though I grabbed the remote, and started scanning through the guide. I came upon a familiar station, and an "ahhh" managed to fall from my mouth, followed by a long sigh, then the word "Lifetime." My daughter just looked at me and shook her head. Women and our obession with Lifetime television, she hasn't quite figured it out yet.

Today, with remote in hand, I turned the channel from the cartoons that the kids spend watching before heading off to school to my familiar station once again. I watched (on and off of course) a movie called "The Killer Within."

I happened to notice a small detail in the movie. The lawyer who's wife died (the rich lawyer I might add) had a lamp on his desk exactly like the one I have on mine. This goes to show how "real" television shows are not. This lamp I purchased at Wal-mart, although it is a nice looking lamp, I am sure that it was quite inexpensive. There is no way that the woman in that movie (that spends $600 on a bottle of perfume) would allow a $20 lamp from Wal-mart to sit anywhere in her home.

I really need to stop watching television again.

Finally Mail

I can't believe it. My comments from my blog are finally arriving, in full force. I swear at least 20 just showed up in my mailbox today that were written several days ago. It must have been something with Blogger because all the mail I am receiving is only from this blog. I know what you're thinking, but I swear I didn't alter anything today, it did it all on its on.

52 Figments #3

Week #3 for 52 Figments is:

Imagine having a conversation with yourself 20 years from now. What question do you ask?

Wow, what an awesome question to ponder!

If you've learned anything from me from reading my posts, you might be able to guess my answer. Since one of my biggest fears is dying old alone, I would have to say my question would be....Did I ever find my true love?

I'll work on creating a page for it, and post it as soon as I have it completed.

52 Figments

I am taking a new online class, 52 Figments. I have discussed this in a recent post, well at least I have expressed my interest in it.

The first week, we have to think of a theme for 2006. Mine was "LIFE is your canvas, no one can PAINT it but YOU!

The second week we had to answer this question: All expenses are paid and your safety is guaranteed...where in the world do you want to go?

The picture above is my second week entry....How did you guess it was Rome, Italy?

Edit: Okay, so this brings up a good question. Where would YOU want to go??? Now remember I have an obsession with Italy and the Reniassance, IT says ANYWHERE, all expenses paid and safety guaranteed.

Rome, Italy

I know I've said this before, but I find the Renaissance Art & Italian architecture just beautiful. As I was browsing through some websites this evening I came across a site for Rome, Italy. This site had some great photos of Rome, one of the pictures I placed on my Desktop. I love it, it is of the Trevi Fountain, in Rome, Italy.

Service calls NEVER go as planned

If you can't tell I'm bored today, so I feel the need to pass along little statements that my kids are making today.

The satellite guy is here, on the roof:

Boys: "Mom, Santa is here, on the roof, and I think he has a drill"

Of course they know it isn't Santa, but this is their sense of humor. They are excited today, I have deprived them satellite service for many years. To them this is Christmas morning.

Actually the appointment I made for this morning was suppose to be a surprise. I thought the kids would be in school while it was installed. Then my plan was to have them walk threw the door as I was sitting there with me feet propped up on the ottomen watching some show on the tube. Of course my plan failed when I realized that today is a holiday, so they are home with me for the day.

The technician was suppose to be here between 8-12 am. At about 11 am the company called to say that they had to switch me to another tech because of problems and that he would be here by 1 pm. At 1:30 pm, I called the company because I had to run up to my daughter's school, she had to drop off some paperwork. The woman on the phone called the tech to see what was going on. She came back to inform me that he ran into some complications at the job that he was at and that he would be here at 3:00. So I ran up to the school real quick, and 3:30 the tech finally ended up at my doorstep.

Why is it that service calls never seem to go as planned?

Back When

One of the blogs that I read regularly, Donna's Mundane Little World, had a post titled "Us Kids" by Uncle Tom that I enjoyed reading. It reminded me of the song "Back When" by Tim McGraw. For those of you that don't know the song here are the lyrics. Also make sure that you check out that post on Donna's blog.

"Back When"

Don't you remember
The fizz in a pepper
Peanuts in a bottle
At ten, two and four
A fried bologna sandwich
with mayo and tomato
Sittin ' around the table
don't happen much anymore

We got too complicated
It's all way over-rated
I like the old and out-dated
way of life

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
the wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

I love my records
Black, shiny vinyl
clicks and pops
and white noise
Man they sounded fine
I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all
country, soul and rock-and-roll
What happened to those times?

I'm readin' Street Slang For Dummies
Cause they put pop in my country
I want more for my money
The way it was back then

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
the wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

Give me a flat top for strumming
I want the whole world to be humming
Just keep it coming
The way it was back then

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
Well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

Declaring her Independence for 1.2 seconds

My daughter was making cookies this afternoon. She did it by herself, but with a little bit of guidance from me. She was making the cookies about twice the size of what they should have been. I told her to make them smaller, she insisted that I do it for her. I did on the first batch, the second one she was on her own.

Daughter: "Mom, I don't care what you say about how big these cookies are, I'm going to make them my way, can you just come in here and look at them?" All in one sentence.

She declares her independence, then calls for mom to come to the rescue.

Blog This!

After all this time I have never realized that I could write a post by clicking on the "Blog This!" at the top of my blog. I always seem to take the long route when I do things, nobody ever told me there was a shortcut, GEEZ. I guess that is what I get for not asking the right questions.

My cell phone-back in use!!!

I knew there was a reason I didn't run out and buy a new charger for my cell phone. I have been without a cell phone for over a week, but I did not lose hope that I would eventually find my extra charger (that has never been used). My patience has paid off, I'VE FOUND IT!

I can't figure it out. It seems like almost every time that I have a layoff from work I end up somehow messing up my phone. I rarely have a phone that survives more than a year. I am not so rough on them that they look as if a dog used it for a playtoy, but something always seem to happen to them. I have been know to drop them in toilets. Once I had one on my hip and a friend of mine walked by and kind of hit me on my side, and my phone flew across the concert floor. Broken into two separate pieces (it was a flip phone), only held together by one partially severed wire. He felt so bad, I knew it was an accident so I made him think that I was already planning on getting a new one. Now I don't wear my phone on me at all, it usually stays inside of my purse.

The one I have currently is a replacement for one that just started smoking one day I believe in October. It is a video/camera phone, which in my opinion was just a waste of my money since I NEVER use it.

It's good to have it back though, I've missed it. Now my dinner dates that are late can call me and let me know. *smile*

Needing some new ideas for dinner?

I picked up The Detroit News and Free Press about a week ago, and I am just getting around to reading it. I like to look at the mini magazines Parade or USA Weekend that they have inside. While I was browsing through the USA Weekend I came across the food section titled "Please Pass the...Blog?" They compiled a list of their favorite food sites, which I thought might be interesting to check out. If you're interested here they are:

• Thefoodsection.com
• Accidentalhedonist.com
• Chocolateand zucchini.com
• Toomanychefs.com
• Obsessionwithfood.com
• Sliceny.com
• Orangette.blogspot.com

Check them out if you like. This works for me, let someone else check out the sites and keep from spending hours searching. I have found lately that I don't really browse for many new sites.

Saving a stamp from extinction

With the increase of the postage rate from 37 cents to 39 cents the Purple Heart stamp is in danger of becoming obsolete.

Veterans groups and Sen. Hillary Clinton are trying to save it.

The Purple Heart is awarded to U.S. soldiers wounded or killed in action. My father is a Purple Heart recipient, and I am all for keeping it out of extinction.

They started selling the stamps two months after the U.S. invasion into Iraq. With our troops still over there risking their lives I don't see why we shouldn't continue the stamp in honor of them.

Me, the garbage picker.

I have become a garbage picker in my own home. The boys finally cleaned out their room today. They managed to get rid of a bunch of stuff that they grew out of, like stuffed animals, etc. I can't seem to throw the stuff away, I gather all of it up and make a trip to Goodwill for donation. I can't see it going in the garbage when it is still good stuff, when I know that some little kid that doesn't have as much might end up with it. Much better than ending up buried in some stinky landfill somewhere. My daughter did the same thing, she handed me a bunch of stuff to go into the trash, when I said "Are you crazy? Some little kid might like that." She tried to tell me that she is a kid and knows that other kids won't want it. Okay, well maybe not another thirteen year old, but an eight year old probably would. GEEZ!!

FINALLY!!!

It's a miracle, I finally fixed whatever was wrong with my blog. It wouldn't allow me to create any new post, so I had to start over totally from scratch. Now I'll have to add my flickr pics again, but I'll do that another time. I'm just glad to have that over with.