Saturday Six

1. What is your all-time least favorite Christmas Carol or holiday song?  I think 'Deck the Halls' is boring, and the background singers to Elvis Presley's 'Blue Christmas' drive me insane (otherwise, i like the song)

2. Who is the most difficult person on your shopping list to buy a gift for, and have you already purchased his or her gift, yet? My mom.  She is the queen of yard/garage/rummage sales, so it is always hard to find what she likes... or wants (unless she tells me). She isn't happy if we spend money on her....

3. What picture are you least proud of:
   A) Your most recent professional portrait<~~ OMG!!!
   B) Your driver's license photo
   C) Your passport photo
   D) Your work ID photo
   E) Your senior class portrait     
4. How many Christmas/holiday parties have you been invited to this month and how many have you (or will you) attend?  1 and 1

  5. A previously-unknown rich relative appears and offers to buy you the car of your choice.  What would you like? 2005 Mustang

  6. What is your favorite thing to wear around the house when you know no one else is at home?  Is that what you're wearing as you answer these questions?  sweats or PJ bottoms because someone is always home.

A Better Grasp....

My friend Mel sent this and it tells me to share....    

WORDS WOMEN USE

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FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

FIVE MINUTES If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine"

GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it.

LOUD SIGH This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"

THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.

Send this to the men you know to warn them about future arguments they can avoid if they remember the terminology!

And send it to your women friends to give them a good laugh :)  

Consider it done.......
Cat

And the answer is....

  Here are the answers to your questions......  

From Val:

1.  What are your dreams for Gracie?  That she grows up happy and healthy into an intelligent, confident, respectable woman.
2.  What is your favorite possession/why?  If Grace counts as a possession (for the moment, anyway), then it is she, no doubt.  If not, then it would be this house because it holds generations (Grace makes the 5th) of my family's heritage.
3.  Do you have any regrets?  Would love to meet the person who doesn't...lol.  The biggest 3 regrets are not taking high school seriously, not taking college seriously (I held high GPAs, just never took advantage of academic opportunities), and not attending either graduation ceremony.... I just wanted the piece of paper saying I was done with it, at the time.   

From Sara:

1.  If you could be extremely talented at any one thing, what would that be? Ballet, without a doubt. 
2.  What has been the highlight of your year?  My brother moving back home :)
3.  If you could re-live one year of your life, knowing what you know now, what would that year be, why that year, and would you change anything?  1985-the year I started smoking and I wouldn't start smoking.  

From Danielle:

1. Tell me something wonderful about your day today... Grace was in a great mood all day:)

2. What do you think would never be possible for you to do, but you'd love to do it anyway?  Travel into space.

3. If you could live one day in someone (anyone) else's shoes, who would choose?  From present, my mom's.  From past, Leonardo DaVinci's.  

It isn't too late to ask your 3 questions.....  

Cat


     

I see London, I see France....

This is the only entry I had planned on doing, but the Peterson thing hit a nerve, so now to lighten my spirits.... and maybe yours.... here's the rest of the story.  

My daughter has the ears of  a bat, the nose of hound dog, and the eyes of an eagle and yesterday she worked her voodoo on us all...   First, she woke up way too early (I'm still thinking she was sleep-walking) and loud and grouchy (the other signs she's not awake, her eyes are just open).  When she wakes up like this, its best just slap in a movie and let her zone until she really wakes up.  Hand her a drink and some mini-wheats in a bowl and let her be!  

No, didn't happen.  

She threw so many tantrums before 10 am, I'd had enough.... to bed her grinchyness went.  Yeah, right.  It took 2 hours and me laying on her floor to get her to sleep.  Sheeesh, what's her deal?!  Pre-pre-menstrual syndrome it seems. 

She loves being in her bedroom and normally falls asleep within 30 minutes.   So, finally she goes to sleep and sleeps for 2 1/2 hours, longer than normal.  She woke up in the same mood, too.  ::::Joy, joy:::: 

Now, I had to go to the store and get some running done and had planned to take her with me.  No way!  Not in that mood, I'd be arrested for some type of abuse for telling her no for sure....she'd scream like she was getting beat up or something in this mood.  She stayed here with Dad.  

Big mistake!  Huge!  Gigantic! (for those of you on your toes, you'll know where I stole that quote from!)  From Dad's story, she tried to strangle both cats (she hugs them by grabbing around their necks...trying to break her of it, but Kitty is scratching her up..so thinking she'll get it and leave them alone), broke three people from the Christmas Village, got into everything, etc, etc....  

She got to sit in timeout too many times to count now.  I was over being nice.  She was warned three times (one more than I normally allow) then she got spanked.  Yes, I spank her when she's being an obstinate little turd.  It doesn't happen very often, but I'm telling you she needed it.  So, I spanked her, three smacks on the naked butt.  You know, the blush of pink type smacks, not the bright red type--saving those for later, I'm sure (she is MY kid, so I know what's in store for me)  

I did it.  She cried.  I pulled her pants back up and told her why I did it and I'd do it again if she didn't settle down.  She was moving while I was pulling her pants up, so I didn't get them up in the back very well.  She walked by the full length mirror and saw her butt crack.  

What a reason to break out in song!   

Sure enough she rang out her version of 

 "My name is Paris, you see my butt crack!"  

(Sung to the tune of Eddie Murphy's "I got some ice cream and you don't have none" skit.)  

Yes, I am a bad mom for starting this song, but it wasn't intended for my daughter at all.  She must have overheard me say it (I use it in reference to those low hip ridin' jeans that expose the type, brand, and size of the thong worn underneath them or a butt crack, like Paris Hilton).   

It definitely made up for some of her actions for the day, though ;)  

Have a good night....  

Cat          

An eye for an eye....(**language**)

So why is that Scott Peterson gets the death penalty and Susan Smith gets to sit in prison for the rest of her life wasting our tax dollars??  

For those who don't remember Susan Smith, she's the stupid fuck who drove her two boys into the lake and listened to them scream and cry for her until they drowned.  

What is the difference?  Someone make this make sense to me!! 

She should've been strapped into a car and drowned for what she did.   If its because she's a woman--that's a dumb ass excuse.  

Here's an idea.... let's strap her in the chair on Scott's lap and try saving us taxpayers some money for a change.......  

Cat

Spirit of the Season....

 My friend, Nikki sent this to me and, well.... it is too good not to share.     

Remember the reason....

The Heart

 "Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began,  "I'll open up your heart..."

 "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted.

 The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, to see how much damage has been done.."

 "But when you open up my heart, you'll find Jesus in there," said the boy.

 The surgeon looked to the parents, who sat quietly. "When I see how much damage has been done, I'll sew your heart and chest back up, and I'll plan what to do next."

 "But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The Bible says He lives there. The hymns all say He lives here. You'll find Him in my heart."

 The surgeon had had enough. "I'll tell you what I'll find in your heart. I'll find damaged muscle, low blood supply, and weakened vessels. And I'll find out if I can make you well."

 "You'll find Jesus there too. He lives there."

 The surgeon left.

 The surgeon sat in his office, recording his notes from the surgery, "...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein, widespread muscle degeneration.No hope for transplant, no hope for cure. Therapy: painkillers and bed rest. Prognosis:, " here he paused, "death within one year."

 He stopped the recorder, but there was more to be said. "Why?" he asked aloud. "Why did You do this? You've put him here; You've put him in this pain; and You've cursed him to an early death. Why?"

 The Lord answered and said, "The boy, My lamb, was not meant for your flock for long, for he is a part of My flock, and will forever be. Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and will be comforted as you cannot imagine. His parents will one day join him here, and they will know peace, and My flock will continue to grow."

 The surgeon's tears were hot, but his anger was hotter. "You created that boy, and You created that heart. He'll be dead in months. Why?"

 The Lord answered, "The boy, My lamb, shall return to My flock, for He has Done his duty: I did not put My lamb with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve another lost lamb."

 The surgeon wept..

The surgeon sat beside the boy's bed; the boy's parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and whispered, "Did you cut open my heart?"

 "Yes," said the surgeon.

 "What did you find?" asked the boy.

 "I found Jesus there," said the surgeon.

 Author Unknown -

                               - Celebrate Jesus in 2004

For the season......   

Questions, not wishes....

This '3 questions' thing is making its rounds here, I'm joining in....   I have yet to ask any questions, either others have asked what I would've, or, well, I just don't like being 'nosey-like'.  But I find it an interesting thing that other's have made up some (I'd never think to ask) questions like "Do you believe in UFOs?"  Now, that kind of creativity I can get into.    So, ask me any three questions you'd like--no subject taboo.  If you feel too personal, ask in email (though depending on what I think, I may write the answer(s) here.   And feel free to send others as most of you who come here know me fairly well.   I'll answer them soon...   Tag from Stacy Isn't it so cute?!