tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78992126761100203802024-03-05T01:50:43.690-06:00Welcome to Janet's WorldRead it. Follow it. Hate it or love it. It's here and it's me.Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.comBlogger126125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-90239505176254141832012-04-20T23:19:00.003-05:002012-04-20T23:20:43.987-05:00Here I am!What can I say to satsify your need to know where the hell I have been? I can't say too much at all. I simply took a break. I started this blog to release some stress of everyday life, to have fun and just get thoughts out of my head. I never thought it would become yet another source for drama in my life. GEEEZ! So, when I figured out that it was becoming a source for more drama I simply shut it off. I wasn't then and am not now welcoming any drama in my life. <br />
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However, it seems these days I have thought several times about blogging but then I stopped myself due to the dreaded thought of THAT word.... drama. <br />
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Well, I thought about this a bit lately and I have come to a conclusion. This is MY blog and I live in the USA where the last time I looked I am FREE to say what I want. So, instead of worrying about what someone may think or how they may "feel" about what I say I am putting that aside and am going to once again blog. <br />
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So, there you go folks..... I have my gumption back and while it may not be on a regular basis or even on a hit and miss basis I am going to blog! <br />
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<li>If it offends you, don't read. </li>
<li>If you disagree with my thoughts or opinions then have some balls and share your thoughts or opinions and we can have a mature discussion. </li>
<li>And lastly if you can't handle what I write and you don't have the balls to tell me about it then for damn sakes get yourself a margarita and get off my page! You aren't worth my time anyways! </li>
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<br />Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-91599796657619344302011-09-15T12:24:00.000-05:002011-09-15T12:24:58.678-05:00Murphy... You can go suck it!Ever feel like you are drowning in a bathtub filled with only 2 inches of water? Well, if you haven't I don't recommend trying it. It SUCKS!<br />
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The last several months I haven't been posting because I just lost my desire. It seems that we had an unwanted house guest move in with us. His name is Murphy. You know... as in Murphy's law? <br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The contemporary form of Murphy's law goes back as far as 1952, as an epigraph to a mountaineering book by Jack Sack, who described it as an "ancient mountaineering adage":</span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Anything that can possibly go wrong, does.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">He is driving me crazy! So many things have gone wrong around here I can't possibly remember them all but I will give it a good shot here. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><b><span style="font-size: large;">Things that have gone wrong in the Jones household.</span></b><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The A/C in the van went out. (in the middle of the TEXAS SCORCHING SUMMER!)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Went to get the A/C fixed and it cost me 1200 'effing dollars! (which I am STILL paying on!)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The 'effing A/C in the van STILL doesn't work right even after taking it back twice now!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">The outside unit on our house A/C stopped working (again in the middle of the TEXAS SCORCHING SUMMER!) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Found out the A/C for the house wasn't working due to a bad breaker. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Replaced bad breaker and now the Fan motor on the outside unit is overheating! </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hubby had to work out of town basically meaning I was a single mom again. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hubby's car broke down on the way out of town. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Got the parts to fix hubby's car and then found out that the transmission is shot too! (Car is sitting on blocks right now.) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hot water heater in the house finally gave out flooding the back laundry room. (That cost us $500 bucks!) </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let's not talk about the pool that has been out of commission for the entire summer. UGH!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Due to the dry conditions and wildfires everywhere the entire population of field mice in the vacant lot behind my house are attempting to move into MY HOUSE! </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kitty catches the mice on a daily basis just about and eats <strike>most of</strike> them. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think Kitty is now getting sick from eating these mice. GROSS! </span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And on top of all this the Guinea pigs and the dogs still think they need to be fed! GEEEZZ! When can a girl get a break??? </span></span><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></i>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-20809166112294632212011-09-14T14:12:00.000-05:002011-09-14T14:12:11.498-05:00A little of this and A lot of that...Well, it's been a while since I last blogged. I would love to say oh so many things have happened but seriously have they? I mean life has happened. We all have eaten, the bills are slowly but surely getting paid and we sleep dry. Sometimes I ask what else is there? <br />
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Megan is no longer my cutie little NutMeg. She is now a confident, strong 6th grader. Everyday she gives me a quick hug and then runs out the door to catch the school bus. *sigh*<br />
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Chris is getting taller by the day it feels like. He'll still give me the occasional quick hug when noone is looking.<br />
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All the furbabies are doing fine. All busy doing furbaby things. Eating, sleeping, demanding attention. yanno.<br />
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So really that's all here on the home front. Maybe I should start blogging about my dreams. That would definitely lead for an interesting read!Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-7143275782318319952011-07-27T11:21:00.001-05:002011-07-27T11:22:25.945-05:00Not having what we want..... wanting what you have Today's post is really based on this song. <br />
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When did we get so selfish that we just have to have, have, have? I mean it seems that our society, especially kids these days are always wanting, wanting and wanting more. The older I get it seems that I am really finding out that I am happier with the little things in life. I am happy to have that smile from a kid. I am happy to have a husband who works hard to provide for his family. I am happy to have my house even if it does need remodeling. I am happy to have my bills paid and food on the table.<br />
I don't need fancy diamonds, the latest electronic gadget or expensive vacations.<br />
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Where did we go wrong? Why can't we be satisfied with what we have?Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-37545194818008595932011-07-24T17:09:00.001-05:002011-07-24T17:09:51.560-05:00I survived....The week has closed and a new one has begun. Grandkids have gone home leaving me exhausted, tired but happy. Watching them drive away today was bittersweet. I was happy to have my house back and our own little routine but sad to know that it would be so many more months before I would get to see them again.<br />
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The week was filled with ups:<br />
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<ul><li>Craft night in which I gave the girls a rubbermaid tote full of 14 years of leftover scout craft materials and my den ended up looking as if Hobby Lobby threw up all over the floor. </li>
<li>Geocaching at the park. Everyone enjoying the "thrill of the hunt" even though we didn't find any that night.</li>
<li>Banana Split night where we were all allowed to create mountains of ice cream and fluffy whip cream towers!</li>
<li>Fishing with the girls and watching Harmony catch and hold a baby bass and helping Kaylee feed a perch every bit of her worm!</li>
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<ul><li>Little Kaylee with her roller coaster of emotions because I won't let her be the baby but yet encourage her to be a big girl and do things for herself. Every time we turn a corner the waterworks are in full swing. </li>
<li>Harmony with her constant need to be entertained every breathing moment and then calling home to complain. </li>
<li>And Serenity? Well, no downs there at all. She is quite happy in her little color book land!</li>
</ul> Overall, the week was a success.Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-18992147569410721302011-07-20T09:23:00.000-05:002011-07-20T09:23:05.973-05:00Going to brag Wednesday<div style="text-align: center;">I can't think of anything else to say or do right now and seeing as how I am a mom I'm expected to be a bragger right? At least where my kids are concerned. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I am going to do a little bragging today on my son Chris. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To begin with he is a pretty good maker of my morning coffee. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Which we all know is very important in the mornings for me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo95_4WvwJKS0pZndIRElHmfw9SyfDrZ4-M6tJ7Vf1aWwaaRDiX7Qcvx3c3i9mOeN7OnuJh13QKXon1U055lDqPg0dlDZ0LLBmTrO1jBac2aaSk6AbftC4cSyBdzbrZzACuyiPyBsut4u/s1600/cup-hot-coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMo95_4WvwJKS0pZndIRElHmfw9SyfDrZ4-M6tJ7Vf1aWwaaRDiX7Qcvx3c3i9mOeN7OnuJh13QKXon1U055lDqPg0dlDZ0LLBmTrO1jBac2aaSk6AbftC4cSyBdzbrZzACuyiPyBsut4u/s200/cup-hot-coffee.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">He's good with the kids being here this week too. In fact he </div><div style="text-align: center;">just finished makingthem oatmeal and bananas for breakfast! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's a really good trumpet player in both advanced band and jazz band. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4eD7yt8m01avy8f3en07n-lZZFY8kpB2hbWv08FzMLfFc-1L81bzz8ianphW436dVWd8q76ArgA1j95wIdxwkYE7AK1mFyBy5eztgjQCeYtby8bHf1ROLq5MAspp274k26jQeIHIv1Dh/s1600/Download+Oct+23+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx4eD7yt8m01avy8f3en07n-lZZFY8kpB2hbWv08FzMLfFc-1L81bzz8ianphW436dVWd8q76ArgA1j95wIdxwkYE7AK1mFyBy5eztgjQCeYtby8bHf1ROLq5MAspp274k26jQeIHIv1Dh/s320/Download+Oct+23+031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And as if that isn't enough he is doing really well in scouts. In fact he was den chief for a group of younger cub scouts for nearly two years. Because of his work he did there he was personally asked to be a junior staff member for the council's yearly summer cub camp. And I just found out that he did such a good job that not only did many of the younger boys choose him as the best junior staff member on their evaluation forms but many of the adult leaders did as well. Which led to him being asked to return again next year! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq-IeHS2NxcpWMuatZt4FpYU1d5Pv9Ev51aJSuxkmeMezW9VFEnbWBbn7hY_c5Sb96M59cS5VZ6vnqQnnKF-fBLAI9v7esaJLvE5SiBWpBS_wmfmMK-yT7JdZfN6pnm8xyn9MzZXrkOOe/s1600/Download+6+12+11+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsq-IeHS2NxcpWMuatZt4FpYU1d5Pv9Ev51aJSuxkmeMezW9VFEnbWBbn7hY_c5Sb96M59cS5VZ6vnqQnnKF-fBLAI9v7esaJLvE5SiBWpBS_wmfmMK-yT7JdZfN6pnm8xyn9MzZXrkOOe/s320/Download+6+12+11+063.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, I am proud of this boy!</div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-79300121593566816392011-07-17T10:50:00.000-05:002011-07-17T10:50:05.938-05:00I hate the Wii training guy.So, I've been working out. Well, sorta. I've yet to become an avid work out <strike>freak</strike> person. I really try hard <strike>not</strike> to work out at least 3 times per week. I am <strike>losing</strike> gaining some weight, which makes me mad. I know all the bullshit about ohhh you will gain muscle yada yada yada. My thought process tells me if I am sweating like this then I should LOSE weight. <strike>Of course the peanut butter M&M's at 1am each night don't help. </strike><br />
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Anyways, back to the point. I am here to bitch about the Wii guy. I borrowed a Wii Fit Plus from my friend thinking I have to get into a <strike>little</strike> huge routine to <strike>lose a few several pounds</strike>, <strike>tone up my fat ass</strike>, get in shape. <br />
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So, I go about the set up process on this thing. Which took forever by the way! It gives you the option to chose a male or a female trainer. Well, I chose the male simply because if the female trainer looks better than me then I would lose focus on working out and instead sit plotting her untimely death.<br />
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Well, the male looks all great and everything. I mean his little cartoon figure is all nicely shaped. His voice is really calm and he knows all the right moves. Well, what is the problem you ask? He is too fucking demanding! He doesn't give me a break! He doesn't realize that not everyone in the world is a nicely figured, flexible, calm cartoon!<br />
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I am a fat assed mom who has no desire to get up out of my computer chair to step on a freaking Wii board that says OHHHH everytime I step on only to see Mr. Fine Cartoon bending his body backwards in some ungodly insane position and to top it off he says to me <insert calm="" here="" mr.="" voice=""> Follow Me. </insert><br />
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Oh I try. I promise I do. Only to hear him calmly say you seem a little bit shaky. Yea no shit! I am contorting my body in positions I never knew were possible! <br />
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I am proud to say that I <strike>almost </strike>always make it to at least a 15 minute workout. However, I am ashamed to admit that usually by the time it's over I have told Mr. Wii Training guy that he's number 1 more than a few times!Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-70950943679858370712011-07-12T10:10:00.001-05:002011-07-12T10:11:11.343-05:00Separate Toolboxes and other thingsI know this sounds crazy but yes we actually have separate toolboxes. One is his and one is mine. The hubbs is not allowed to get into my toolbox without permission. We also have separate kitchen knife sets, separate yard tools and even separate drink glasses.<br />
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Why you ask? Well, let me explain the man (did you see the love just went out the window there?) seems to think it's ok to take my things and leave them where ever he last occupies the air mass of this earth. I swear it's true! I have found tools laying everywhere including in the bathroom beside the toilet after he took a break and just laid it down.<br />
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Drinking glasses have been taken out of the house to only end up in under the seat of his car filled with mold, broken or worse they end up on a train at work going who knows where after that.<br />
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<div style="background-color: #fff2cc;">So, tell me does your hubbs take off with shit for it to never return to it's original home? Hmm? Do you find kitchen knives that have bent to hell being used as some sort of <strike>weapon</strike> tool? Tell me your experiences and let me know I am not alone in this one.</div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-75006851388776430872011-07-11T09:36:00.000-05:002011-07-11T09:36:42.875-05:00I'm your hero.......Really???Ok, I want to say upfront that this post may be a little hard to follow, but the idea for this post was granted to me today while talking to a friend on Facebook. She and I were messaging back and forth when she mentioned something that she has said a hundred times before but for some reason caught my attention extra this morning. She said I was her hero. <br />
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She is not the first one to have said this to me. I have actually had a few friends say this. Until now I just laughed it away and went on about my business. However, today it got me thinking.<br />
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<div style="background-color: #d5a6bd;">What does it mean to be someone's hero? I mean do they look up to me and if so what are they looking up to about? What exactly is I do that deserves the title of hero? </div><br />
I'm curious. Is it my strong willed manner in which I am often accused of being "too" blunt aka honest? Is it my determination to live my life better than what my poor excuse of parents didn't give me while growing up? Is is my drive and forward motion (Thanks Jennifer for that terminology!) to succeed in whatever I put my hands to? Is it my devotion to my husband, kids, grandkids to have the best memories possible? <br />
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Or is it that quietness that can overcome me in a situation where I know with time things will change hopefully for the better? Or is it the patience I exude in matters of waiting for what goes around comes around to show it's face? Or possibly it's the manner in which individuals seemingly crave my innate ability to give them the exact picture of what's going on in a situation while wiping the cobwebs of confusion from their minds?<br />
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<div style="background-color: #d5a6bd;">I encourage my friend who inspired this post to explain to me what it is that she thinks entitles the crowning of the hero title. I am curious to see this subject from a fresh viewpoint. </div><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">I also encourage my other readers to chime in on their thoughts and ideas on this subject. What does a hero mean to you? What do you think about all of this? </span>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-27791999106754586202011-07-04T09:59:00.000-05:002011-07-04T09:59:18.401-05:00PatienceSo, the other day I talked a bit about being a good steward. Well, that is still in effect. For all you Dave Ramsey fans I pulled one of his tricks and had a joint yard sale with a friend. While I did not make a ton of money I did many about 60 bucks. Enough to put some gas in the old van and get a much needed haircut for the boy and myself. <br />
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I really thought a lot about those before I did them though. I wanted to make sure that I didn't jump on an impulse on waste the money. Now, the issue at hand is a paycheck I have received in the mail. We are so broke I want to make sure that I spend it on the right thing. I haven't been able to decide.<br />
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So, today I figured out that I am to have patience. Patience in working the program and being a good steward. It seems to me that being a good steward with our money and patience go hand in hand. I mean there are so many things I want to do with fixing up things in the house but I really need to have patience in getting other things fixed first that we already started. UGH....<br />
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So, do any of you have any suggestions to help me ride this wave? Do you have any issues like this? Come on help this girl out.Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-22311860535245718282011-06-29T09:21:00.000-05:002011-06-29T09:21:26.396-05:00Being a Good StewardIt has taken me a little bit but I think I got it this morning. I am going through a season of learning good stewardship. I knew about the Good Stewardship because we have been tight on money for a bit but I didn't get SUPER DUPER serious until about 3 weeks ago. <br />
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I have stopped the daily runs to sonic for sweet peach tea. It is a treat and only a treat. In fact I have been so many days without it now I can't think what day was the last. That's a good sign right?<br />
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I have stopped the get in the van and go wherever I want at the split moment of a thought. I mean that costs gas money! I have saved a TON on that so far.<br />
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I have absolutely stopped the eating out thing. Haven't done that in many weeks now. I am eating much more fruit and a few veggies now.<br />
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So, while we still don't have a savings I can see a glimmer of hope on the horizon. I can see a couple of things getting paid on that were just sitting there screaming for attention and I can even see a couple of things getting paid off in the next two months. <br />
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It takes patience and daily help from God but it can be done. I am determined.Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-67077255481596734732011-06-19T08:33:00.000-05:002011-06-19T08:33:17.302-05:00Father's Day<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Happy Father's Day to all the Dads on earth, to the dads in heaven, granddads,step-dads, foster <b>dads or a special father figure who has helped along the way.</b></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>For the first time in almost 30 years I have not purchased a Father’s Day card. While this makes me a little sad I have chosen to take the more positive route. Instead of sitting here crying and becoming overwhelmingly depressed I choose instead to remember the good times. Those I have plenty. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Today is in honor of the following people: </span></span><o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>My Great Granddad: John Robertson Hood<o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>For all the times we sat on the front porch shelling pecans, stringing beans or drinking a glass of tea. I love you Granddaddy!</b></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>My PeePaw: Otis Eugene Smith <o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>For all the times we sat laughing at a TV show that wasn’t really as funny as we thought it was due to nature’s herbs, and the times you saved me from a ticket by “getting” me an inspection sticker for my rickety old car.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>My Uncle B: Bill Sellers<o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The man who was more of a father than anyone ever was for me. For all the times we stayed up late talking and you helped me discover the answer to my problems which were really there all along. For all the encouragement, love and support you always gave me even in the times that I screwed up the most. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div></h6><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="color: #741b47; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div></h6><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: left;"></div><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #741b47;">For all of you, I know you are in Heaven above looking down today. I honor each of you with all my heart, love and admiration. I am the woman, mother, and wife I am today because of each of you. I love you yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever. </span></span><b><span style="font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><br />
</span></span></h6>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-70865027677913420002011-06-18T13:17:00.000-05:002011-06-18T13:17:53.152-05:00What I'm reading today...Well, I thought of this idea here while doing some blog hopping. If you're up to it check out what I've read today. I mean come on! All you have to do is click the link. It's not like YOU had to go out and find this cool shit! :)<br />
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<ol><li>This is the first one I clicked on in my happy trails of blog hopping today. It's really interesting! Check it out at <a href="http://www.amusingplanet.com/2011/06/junk-mail-portraits-by-sandhi-schimmel.html">Amusing Planet. </a></li>
<li> This has some of the cutest pics of fur babies. And we all know how I am about my furbabies! Check out <a href="http://thecomfortzonediversity.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturdays-silly-animals.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FQDZWK+%28The+Comfort+Zone%29">the Comfort Zone!</a></li>
<li>A Beautiful tribute to her dad that is no longer with us. <a href="http://acts17verse28.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day-without-dad.html">In Him We Live and Have Our Being</a></li>
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So, let me know 1 just 1 blog you have read in the last bit that got your attention in some way. Whether it made you laugh, cry or shake your head. Share it!Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-76509597364364222922011-06-17T06:52:00.001-05:002011-06-17T06:53:02.284-05:00No longer MIA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of you may have been wondering if I fell off the face of the earth (I would like to think you worried at least because the alternative that you didn't notice I wasn't here for like a week would just piss me off or depress me one.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I thought I would update you on my absolutely wonderful, crazy, exhausting week. I had the grandgirls here. All 3 of them at once. Am I crazy you ask. Possibly so. BUT, it was fun all in all. I actually only had 3 discipline issues and they were minor. My house has now been christened by the youngest peeing on the livingroom carpet. That normally would totally piss me off but with the help of xanax and the fact that all the carpet is getting ripped up to be replaced by wooden floors helped the situation. We just got out the spray and wash and had it scrubbed. They I sprayed a ton of lysol on it to disinfect while making a mental note that part of the carpet is to be yanked up next. (If you will recall I am steadily yanking up the 4 (Yes I said 4) Layers of linoleum and all the carpet in my house to redo them in bamboo wood.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyways, back to the point. The other 2 incidents involved hair pulling. I had to laugh secretly because both incidents were warrented. Rennie was just being a stubborn butt both times and each sister yanked her hair. Of course I scolded the other 2 for being ugly and then had to scold Rennie for being ugly to cause it. LOL </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, anyways, my fun filled week included things such as: </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course we had plenty of movies, popcorn and candy throughout the week: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJviIGpDRXLvP8fGnymDMrrYRDgeW8UdKqG2TEvRDG6bmNpvCNjNUiihIphqq93Zw34JuUj-Sbdfq7Iq2cHCyNvUTjFu8R7yIP4_wQ3XbMJAX0hNAKjLYWMgqs9w8v0VOltg1mepHTA7E/s1600/th_movies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdJviIGpDRXLvP8fGnymDMrrYRDgeW8UdKqG2TEvRDG6bmNpvCNjNUiihIphqq93Zw34JuUj-Sbdfq7Iq2cHCyNvUTjFu8R7yIP4_wQ3XbMJAX0hNAKjLYWMgqs9w8v0VOltg1mepHTA7E/s1600/th_movies.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">But now I am only hours away from taking them home and I know I will miss them but I won't miss the mess I now have to clean. I think I need Molly Maids! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvmEPGYrjrDJvl-t0JRDkXX2XKZYUbFGKl6CkV6h6VYwPOSHioEseEsOcXh41Ub8YXgnnS5iRTJnOCIgfQy2QmhJuhkAnz1Dy6F__M3QTYa0q3R_AgsHMETKgEAQeWSLY3LVryHEVBdUQ/s1600/molly+maid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvmEPGYrjrDJvl-t0JRDkXX2XKZYUbFGKl6CkV6h6VYwPOSHioEseEsOcXh41Ub8YXgnnS5iRTJnOCIgfQy2QmhJuhkAnz1Dy6F__M3QTYa0q3R_AgsHMETKgEAQeWSLY3LVryHEVBdUQ/s1600/molly+maid.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah, Yeah. I know. I'm a glutton for punishment but it's fun while it lasts! And yes I'll do it again! LOL </div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-70953624332075359352011-06-07T12:31:00.000-05:002011-06-07T12:31:42.298-05:00I wish....I wish.....<br />
I could hug my Uncle Bill one more time.<br />
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I wish....<br />
I didn't become a big pile of slobbering, crying baby everytime I heard a George Jones song.<br />
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I wish....<br />
I had just enough money to pay my bills comfortably.<br />
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I wish....<br />
I had a cure for cancer.<br />
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I wish....<br />
I could communicate my feelings better to the ones I love.<br />
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I wish...<br />
there was no such thing as a migraine.<br />
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I wish...<br />
people were just nicer.<br />
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I wish...<br />
I had a cupcake right about now.<br />
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I wish....<br />
I wouldn't gain any weight from eating that before mentioned cupcake.<br />
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I wish...<br />
I had understood earlier in life what those I loved so much before me meant when they told me the secrets of happiness and honesty.<br />
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I wish...<br />
I understood my mother.<br />
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I wish...<br />
I wish...<br />
I wish...<br />
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What do you wish?Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-11274575438007173752011-06-05T12:35:00.000-05:002011-06-05T12:35:31.936-05:00Coupon SundayAlright. Does anyone else besides me coupon? If so I've got a deal for you!<br />
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I have an entire envelope brimming over with all kinds of coupons. If you want them they are yours! I just need your snail mail addy and I will put them in tomorrow's mail. <br />
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These are good coupons. I just don't use the product they are for and want to be sure someone can get some use out of them if possible.<br />
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Thanks! <br />
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Jonesie~~Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-57053170141295809972011-06-01T08:34:00.000-05:002011-06-01T08:34:17.741-05:00Uppity Bitches!I am half laughing this morning and half appalled. I just read one of my <strike>hundred</strike> 1000 blogs I follow regularly and actually almost spit my coffee out through my nose! Yeah, it was THAT funny.<br />
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Not funny in the way you would think though. See, this blog is written by a really opinionated, (which I don't mind because I like opinions) self righteous (that is the part I have grown very disgusted with) individual. She acts all high and mighty with her college degrees and <strike>tends to almost</strike> always looks down her nose at others. <br />
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I have been told on numerous occasions by many how she does this and they do not like her but I am the type of person that makes my own decisions about people. So, for many years I simply smiled, made polite and when we were left out of the crowd discussion I always attempted to strike up a conversation with her. Most of the time she would attempt to say something quite demeaning that would turn normal people off but I always took it as a challenge thinking oh well. She is just a different nut from a different tree. So what right?<br />
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Everyone always sneered behind her back and rolled their eyes in response to things she said. However, I always attempted to get to know her, even locating her blog and reading her "inside" thoughts. What better way to get to know someone than through their blog right? I mean gosh, our blogs are really an open door into our inner most thoughts, wishes and not to mention accounts of our daily lives. <br />
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So, anyways, on with my point huh? My point is this. I am ranting today about not this individual in particular but those in this world like her. You know those type that either walk around looking like they have a corn cob stuck up their ass because they are so prissy (remembering a particular girl in high school here) or walk around looking so damn frumpy in their tattered clothes because they are just too busy doing something "scholarly" to complete basic functions of life (like bathing or getting dressed properly). <br />
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How dare the rest of us "low" people suggest that they shit, fart, burp like the rest of the world! How dare we say something that may challenge their point of view because after all theirs is "the" only one around. (They <i>DID</i> go to college after all and probably have their masters, PHD or whatever else and are wayyyyy smarter than the rest of the world.) <br />
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I am sure you have someone in your life that has crossed your path in these uppity manners at one point or another. But, do not fear. Somewhere along the way at least 1/2 of them worked at a fast food joint somewhere in their beginning just like the rest of us. So, just think about this when they are spouting their nonsense to those around them: The uppity bitches DO shit. The uppity bitches DO fart (and some in their sleep haha!). The uppity bitches DO burp. And best of all somewhere along the way they most likely had to clean a bathroom at least once in their fast food career!Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-31260982015741210432011-05-27T17:32:00.000-05:002011-05-27T17:32:45.210-05:00Fur Tales....Siblings<div style="text-align: center;">Well, I have come to the conclusion that not only do I consider my animals as my very own children but they too consider themselves as siblings! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What????????? You are thinking right about now. Well, think about it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Don't siblings fight incessantly about anything and everything? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't siblings torture <strike>you</strike> each other just because they can? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't siblings look for ways to piss <strike>you</strike> each other off?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, not only do my skin children (my humans) </div><div style="text-align: center;">but my fur children do this as well. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">EXAMPLE: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sam Cat (Remember him??)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqc2GDGZ2EdjS6lmFqjvZHNBdEYD4UZsURhn6FkOB4ePccn8tjRJimWQwGgInriXbIPrm42oY8uicPdy9p5o17V_KDAG8-BvkqStLnahBJbLTbMJaH2DSNxClT0-xqpVPyIv520atUazJ/s1600/misc+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqc2GDGZ2EdjS6lmFqjvZHNBdEYD4UZsURhn6FkOB4ePccn8tjRJimWQwGgInriXbIPrm42oY8uicPdy9p5o17V_KDAG8-BvkqStLnahBJbLTbMJaH2DSNxClT0-xqpVPyIv520atUazJ/s200/misc+003.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay now that your memory has been jogged on with the story.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I have found that Sam Cat will purposefully sit on TOP of the </div><div style="text-align: center;">guinea pig's cage allowing his tail to slip between the bars. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He then will switch his tail back and forth causing the </div><div style="text-align: center;">Guinea Pig to scream for his life. </div><div style="text-align: center;">All the while this is happening Sam Cat is looking over his shoulder </div><div style="text-align: center;">and down at the pig with what I say is a HUGE grin on his little cat face. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">No matter how many times I try to get the cat off he always goes back and then </div><div style="text-align: center;">I am dealing with a screaming guinea pig once again. Sounds like siblings rivalries doesn't it?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And here is even a video to share of animals in the wild taunting each other!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jonesie~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-88170861309233727062011-05-27T11:20:00.000-05:002011-05-27T11:20:16.515-05:00Fur Tales....<div style="text-align: center;">So, since my <a href="http://msjanetjones.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-i-get-some-num-nums.html">Can I Get Some Num Nums</a> is to date my most popular and read post I figured that I would start a new series of posts. They won't be on a regular basis or anything just here and there as things happen with my mini farm of fur babies here. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here goes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought I would tell you about my fur baby Sam Cat. I know I may have mentioned him before but just for recaps I will give you a little info on this massive pile of fur.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is what he looks like: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszOvpmAXjiDt92pYJ0XGDXyY9hgBK5IyUAXg8xqCjZ7IEOTIjt1Dz1PgijP4Enyq9JTkpvkuBclYMLj6F05hST_uCDJhy44M6kReecKM8xfecWVIdvQO7zo__mtiy8Lny86lzgPnuk4Z2/s1600/misc+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszOvpmAXjiDt92pYJ0XGDXyY9hgBK5IyUAXg8xqCjZ7IEOTIjt1Dz1PgijP4Enyq9JTkpvkuBclYMLj6F05hST_uCDJhy44M6kReecKM8xfecWVIdvQO7zo__mtiy8Lny86lzgPnuk4Z2/s200/misc+003.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yup. That is Sam Cat. He is about 11 lbs, Siamese and has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Although in this picture they caught the light and he looks like a warrior of Satan with his red glare. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">He adopted us. Yes, I said that right. We bought our house about 5 years ago now and </div><div style="text-align: center;">he just came up one day and gradually my daughter made friends with him against me</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike>yelling </strike>telling everyone we did<b> not </b>need another cat. However, he kept hanging around]</div><div style="text-align: center;">despite the promises of my girls that they weren't feeding him. Yeah right!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then one day my oldest told me he had quote "nothing back there". Meaning we </div><div style="text-align: center;">did not have to worry about him procreating new little demons all over my backyard. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I finally sighed and gave in. So, 5 years later we have Sam Cat. We love him and I think he loves us. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I say think because on the nights that I get fed up with his Siamese demands he takes off and </div><div style="text-align: center;">the next morning comes home smelling of cinnamon. So, I picture he is curled up in some </div><div style="text-align: center;">old ladies lap who either smokes weed and uses the cinnamon as incense </div><div style="text-align: center;">or she rubs it all over him. <shrug></shrug></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So that is my intro for Sam Cat. What about you? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tell me about your or one of your fur children. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jonesie~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-54681575393356269722011-05-24T07:49:00.000-05:002011-05-24T07:49:39.726-05:00ARRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH!!!I refuse to say her name, but you all know who I am talking about when I say the "queen of talk". I am<br />
SICK<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">SICK </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">SICK </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">of hearing about her. I have always said that there is something about her that isn't normal. I mean I swear I wouldn't be surprised if she isn't some sort of false prophet, or maybe even the anti Christ. It makes me </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">SICK</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">SICK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">SICK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">that she has a billion dollars and can do anything she wishes and could actually change the course of history in the blink of an eye. People just about worship the ground she walks on. When her mouth opens it's as if a powerful evil spell spews out and people just go nuts, screaming, falling all over themselves. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Don't get me wrong. She has had some interesting topics. And yes, I have been known to watch the occasional show but there is just something creepy about her. I mean we have death and destruction going on in Missouri right now and the local news chose to have a piece about her complete with a countdown clock ticking off the minutes until the "final" show. I don't CARE! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">I just want the world to know that I will NOT be viewing the "last show". I will be doing one of many other things which may include: </span></span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">scratching my ass</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">sleeping</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">washing my hair</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">picking my nose</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">eating</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">watching a marathon of ANYTHING else</span></span></li>
</ul><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Basically, I will be doing anything EXCEPT watching the coveted "last show." And by the way please do NOT bore me with the highlights because I DON'T CARE to hear it because I am </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">SICK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">SICK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">SICK</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">of it all! </span><br />
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How about you? Are you going to "un" friend me now that I said THIS out loud? Hmmmm?<br />
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</span></span>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-66778780893334522752011-05-23T07:57:00.000-05:002011-05-23T07:57:54.100-05:00Something interesting....9 Questions...Well, lately I have tried and tried to get some inspiration for writing but because <strike>of the drugs the doctor gave me</strike>, <strike>I am an exhausted lazy whore</strike>, I have writer's block I went searching for a few ideas and stumbled upon <a href="http://samanthasaturday9.blogspot.com/">Saturday 9</a>. <br />
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Check it out. It's kinda neat. But before you do read the questions below and respond with your own answers! You can answer 1, 2 or even all if you choose! But for the love of God, don't lurk today. This girl needs a little encouragement today. <br />
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1. Have you ever lost a friend after he/she got married? <span style="color: #4c1130;"> Well, I wouldn't way lost but our friendship DEFINITELY changed after we both got married. *Le Sigh*</span><br />
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2. Do you make friends easily? <span style="color: #4c1130;">Well, you dumbass! Of course I do! I mean I am a shameless attention whore that has no problem begging for feedback from total strangers! </span><br />
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3. Do you have many close friends? <span style="color: #4c1130;">No, thus the word close. You have to pretty damn fantastic to win that spot on my friends list. I do have auditions every once in a while though so if interested in holding that prized position submit your resume to me. Be sure to include any house cleaning abilities, child care experience (ok who am I kidding. If you have had a pet goldfish you will get this one checked off on your list). Also, include any massage experience, grocery store shopping abilities and general talent in listening to an individual bitch about non important things. </span><br />
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4. Tell us about your oldest friend. <span style="color: #4c1130;">Shit, my oldest friend? Does this mean in age or in time we have been friends? I will take the latter. My oldest friend would have to be Caro. We have been friends since high school. God the secrets she could (and better NOT!) share. She is generally one of the kindest, caring individuals I know. Geez, she would have to be a good person to still be my friend after all these years!</span><br />
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5. Tell us about your newest friend. <span style="color: #4c1130;">Oh damn. This just gets tougher and tougher. My newest friend? Are you kidding me? I don't really have a new friend. Have you read my previous posts? I am a neurotic fur baby loving, bitchy, who hates getting rammed in the rear unexpectedly! (You dirty ass minded people! I was referring to the lady who rammed into the back of our van last week!)</span><br />
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6. Do you hang out with your friends often, or just occasionally when you can find time? <span style="color: #4c1130;">Well, I see my BFF almost every day. But generally it's when I find time. </span><br />
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7. What's the furthest you've traveled to visit (or vacation with, etc.) a friend? <span style="color: #4c1130;">Ohhhhh I like this one. Let's see. I went to Vegas once. And then I went to California and even Illinois! That was fun!</span><br />
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8. What's the biggest or best thing a friend has ever done for you? <span style="color: #4c1130;">Well, I like my surprise bday party I had this year. Basically anything where I get all the attention is good for me! </span><br />
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9. What's the worst or most hurtful thing that a friend (or an ex-friend) has done to you? <span style="color: #4c1130;">She admitted to me that she had sexy dreams about my hubbs. Not a good thing! How could I be friends after that? </span>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-56699819617621316582011-05-22T10:21:00.001-05:002011-05-22T10:22:58.509-05:00No Rapture.... Le Sigh<div style="text-align: center;">To borrow the saying from my oldest, Aubrey, I have to let out a huge</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le Sigh </b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Why you ask? <i style="color: #4c1130;">(Ok, maybe you didn't ask because you don't give a shit. But somehow I think you must be mildly curious because after all you ARE here reading MY blog!) </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I say Le Sigh because I woke up and realized that some delayed Rapture happenings did not occur during the night while I snoozed away with my nice little muscle relaxers my kind Dr. gave me last week because of an idiot driver ramming me from behind while I sat at a RED LIGHT. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Le Sigh</b></span></i></div><div style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, now that the great Rapture did not happen <i style="color: #741b47;">(Did you REALLY think THAT was going to come true?)</i> I have to get busy and face the list of a million things to do. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My Post Rapture List: </div><div style="text-align: center;">Wash the clothes </div><div style="text-align: center;">Buy a dryer <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(to dry the above mentioned clothes)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Attend a PTA sponsored bowling party for kiddos at school</div><div style="text-align: center;">Obtain a copy of police report for the above mentioned rear end ramming</div><div style="text-align: center;">Begin fight with insurance company ...UGH</div><div style="text-align: center;">Begin physical therapy <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(again for the above mentioned rear end ramming)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pay bills <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(apparently they did not get raptured either)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grocery shop <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(who needed food if the rapture was going to happen right?)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mow the <strike>jungle</strike> grass in the back yard </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh there is so many more things but sheesh... when is the next supposed rapture scheduled to happen?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">Le Sigh</span></span></i>......</div>Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-40005515250237396102011-05-20T07:54:00.000-05:002011-05-20T07:54:03.441-05:00Where the hell have I been?Well, let me tell you where the hell I have been. I have been in bed!<br />
And before you get all dirty minded or jealous thinking I am having fantastic hubby's on vacation sex (sorry Aubrey, Sarah and Nay Nay! Mom's not too old yet!) or even more jealous thinking I am getting tons of catch up lazy sleep or even laying around watching tons of reality tv or marathons of Criminal Minds take a deep breath get your coffee and put on your sympathy coat. <br />
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Why you ask? Well, besides the fact that I told you to, we were in a wreck last Saturday. A wreck that was totally stupid and to this day makes me shake my head. Mainly because in my <strike>few</strike> 24 years of driving I have never heard of something as stupid as this. <br />
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We were sitting at a red light A FUCKING red light people! A red light in the USA means STOP and wait! I say this because it seems that not everyone got the memo on this because the lady behind us for whatever reason just didn't hit her brakes and instead slammed into the back of our STOPPED (at a red light) van. <br />
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And the <strike>funniest</strike> most irritating thing was that the passenger in her vehicle starting yelling at me like it was my fault. Yeah. I know. They hit US. At a red light (did I mention that fact?). I was the PASSENGER in our vehicle and somehow it was my fault. <br />
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Nice..........<br />
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A few facts you are probably wondering about:<br />
<ul><li>No, they are not dead. I did not rip them out of their vehicle and murder them. </li>
<li>Yes, everyone is ok. Although hubs and I are VERY sore. </li>
<li>The van is still drivable if you want to call a horrible pull to the right, a sliding door that will not close correctly and a possible bent frame drivable. </li>
<li>Yes, everyone had insurance. </li>
</ul>So, there. That's where the hell I've been. <br />
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Where have YOU been? What have I missed? What fantastic bloggie events happened that I don't know about? Jones Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03904275606465350730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899212676110020380.post-8449372264403415992011-05-09T01:58:00.001-05:002011-05-09T02:02:41.867-05:00Mother's Day..........did you fall for it?<div style="text-align: center;">I bet I have you wondering what the hell I am doing saying something like that title right? Well, it's just me and my slightly off view of how I look at things. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, before you get your panties (or underoos whichever it may be) in a wad just hear me out. I just like anyone can, will and expect to partake in a day of pampering in whatever manner my little heart desires. However, after a day of this traditional treatment I am sitting here wide awake at nearly 2am. And we all know what happens at 2amish in the morning right? BOREDOM! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Therefore, to cure such mentioned boredom I decided to look up the definition/origin of mother's day. I was actually surprised to find out that it is not a lonely American tradition but it's actually celebrated in many parts of the world at different times throughout the year. (I am thinking I need to start traveling and visit each country on it's celebrated mother's day so I can get multitudes of pampering days! I know. I know. Greedy bitch I am huh?) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of the early calls to celebrate a Mother's Day in the United States was the "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day_Proclamation" title="Mother's Day Proclamation">Mother's Day Proclamation</a>" by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julia_Ward_Howe" title="Julia Ward
Howe">Julia Ward Howe</a>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day">click here for source</a>. However, this had more to do with our "duty" blah blah blah. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the years after the Mother's Day Proclamation, Ann Jarvis founded five Mothers' Day Work Clubs to improve sanitary and health conditions. In 1907, two years after Ann Jarvis' death, her daughter <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anna_Jarvis" title="Anna Jarvis">Anna Jarvis</a> held a memorial for her mother and began a campaign to make "Mother's Day" a recognized holiday in the US. Although she was successful in 1914, she was already disappointed with its commercialization by the 1920s. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day">click here for source</a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, you see. There really is a story behind it. I thought it was interesting. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are a few pics regarding my personal mother's day. While I may have appeared to be a greedy bitch above (talking about hopping around the world to have more mother's days) I actually thought of others that are important in my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is what I ordered for my 2 oldest daughters that have given me my totally awesome grandson and 3 granddaughters. <i><span style="color: #741b47;"> (It was such a special gift it actually came with AWESOME instructions!) </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWIYXXqxAkBkUqKESeHXUwwCex8LBamjO_98IyWWQ5WeGIj0Ru6aA8JSLgx34PtxAFse5DE4reDYnzE8tJmx_knvtHx6V-xN4qY7A57mxKujA9vy2o_OLJfXRclEpwvwPkgNHFO9YM_89/s1600/227379_10150597141425607_897305606_18598131_8325414_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWIYXXqxAkBkUqKESeHXUwwCex8LBamjO_98IyWWQ5WeGIj0Ru6aA8JSLgx34PtxAFse5DE4reDYnzE8tJmx_knvtHx6V-xN4qY7A57mxKujA9vy2o_OLJfXRclEpwvwPkgNHFO9YM_89/s200/227379_10150597141425607_897305606_18598131_8325414_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> And here is the yumminess that they both enjoyed! NOT </div><div style="text-align: center;">sharing with the kids! HAHA! GOOD GIRLS!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxwoNxExQ2y_Vl_oKt48M20uYOaFzjWsLyEm-Qw2mtgHDCEWiffRI7tF56hTbBjoPhUorAOHWa4wK1GX5KGorlYLbJsDMWx24WRkyoakNPGBLXRtpOTjrDK6rpz501I-KBqbdk5lk4RGY/s1600/227998_10150597143815607_897305606_18598154_7362059_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxwoNxExQ2y_Vl_oKt48M20uYOaFzjWsLyEm-Qw2mtgHDCEWiffRI7tF56hTbBjoPhUorAOHWa4wK1GX5KGorlYLbJsDMWx24WRkyoakNPGBLXRtpOTjrDK6rpz501I-KBqbdk5lk4RGY/s200/227998_10150597143815607_897305606_18598154_7362059_n.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I did remember the mother in law as well. This year I did not send flowers. <i style="color: #741b47;">(I have sent just about every arrangement that 1800blahblah has to offer over the years anyways.) </i><br />
So, instead I sent her something so totally cool that she reacted like this: </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqxLMFAnV3Eko4SyPsmk6cAB9G7WWu6HlLFrntReAgGw38gjBSmq4jzUCjoWtt4EqD5BTWCQdfQC3KRZRLdZKdA_rB5_ckR7NCT7rv22BXhMV1yPBDDw7cSOyBVQCWTv4rusdz6rlqWMn/s1600/226750_10150597791275607_897305606_18607266_1389101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqxLMFAnV3Eko4SyPsmk6cAB9G7WWu6HlLFrntReAgGw38gjBSmq4jzUCjoWtt4EqD5BTWCQdfQC3KRZRLdZKdA_rB5_ckR7NCT7rv22BXhMV1yPBDDw7cSOyBVQCWTv4rusdz6rlqWMn/s320/226750_10150597791275607_897305606_18607266_1389101_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">You can't really tell but it's a GINORMOUS basket full of mini cookies, muffins, and brownies.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I actually heard all about the butterscotch brownie that was in there and she devoured. </div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><i>(Apparently she is a HUGE fan of butterscotch. I wonder if I should offer her a </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">buttery nipple shot the next time she visits?) </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaYVudcQrzWGKi-4c3SQJC5xeGYVV61-_0_8Xzy22AYnjjgJnC8W04wXvU-5F_VIBmWZiTyEnrH30gd9g6yn064dhCvfcZrKmQv-tux5KkDkYB-gh9t8w9n1jZJ_qhInnLzbbFtPRUraN/s1600/230357_10150597791400607_897305606_18607269_5980948_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaYVudcQrzWGKi-4c3SQJC5xeGYVV61-_0_8Xzy22AYnjjgJnC8W04wXvU-5F_VIBmWZiTyEnrH30gd9g6yn064dhCvfcZrKmQv-tux5KkDkYB-gh9t8w9n1jZJ_qhInnLzbbFtPRUraN/s320/230357_10150597791400607_897305606_18607269_5980948_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">What did I get you ask? Well, first of all I got to eat at my totally favorite </div><div style="text-align: center;">place to have a breakfast buffet. SHONEY'S! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0C2ftFWrvm6fOZjUO51TEyyBzCsifD6TUQpeWjBcQ245NR10x-BJPZ_M9JxWPK-qOfRgDIuJJI-ueslJkJ9D9UNZIVgcey8KnqDJSoR7nvs13UAcdUjpnCbLlX_Hw6yYQiUvr3sNW7L3/s1600/rds143325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0C2ftFWrvm6fOZjUO51TEyyBzCsifD6TUQpeWjBcQ245NR10x-BJPZ_M9JxWPK-qOfRgDIuJJI-ueslJkJ9D9UNZIVgcey8KnqDJSoR7nvs13UAcdUjpnCbLlX_Hw6yYQiUvr3sNW7L3/s320/rds143325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then my Nay Nay brought me a yummo Sweet Peach Tea from my favorite TEA place, SONIC!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmwjpmaCvNT4NiR4Vkqu_EljPNFkD3NX-jJBReit7qscGtePsFJPuFU-rRSV0Fimsi8TZ6xvXnsVKK_XEvQz5oFvjkCknyHJ4yY7Oyy-hwVfFsWiPfX-k7FAjiNF14lWXxrS7o3s869Kq/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXmwjpmaCvNT4NiR4Vkqu_EljPNFkD3NX-jJBReit7qscGtePsFJPuFU-rRSV0Fimsi8TZ6xvXnsVKK_XEvQz5oFvjkCknyHJ4yY7Oyy-hwVfFsWiPfX-k7FAjiNF14lWXxrS7o3s869Kq/s1600/index.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then we spent the rest of the afternoon playing scrabble and building a puzzle as a family. YEAH! I know!! No arguing, no insulting, nothing! Just fun! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like I said. I want to travel so I can Mother's Day hop! Who's with me? LOL<br />
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