tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56683811087727164172011-09-01T11:29:17.207-05:00Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.comBlogger3351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-11638475342342773492011-08-28T01:57:00.000-05:002011-08-28T01:57:16.257-05:00

Somewhere along the way, life took a turn.  I really can't pinpoint it, but I can say for sure that it indeed happened.  It's funny, isn't it?  And by "funny," I mean crazy and scary or just plain ole sad.  I'm not even sure it was just one turn.  And I don't think that first turn was even that noticeable.  Like I said, I really can't pinpoint it.  But quickly enough, it seemed I was no longer

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Summer is all about fun, right?  See, I thought it would be fun to have a pancake supper kinda thingy in Route 56 tonight.  Preteens love it when I bring food.  So, I'm thinking if we have two griddles going at the same time, we oughta be able to pop them out pretty quickly.  BB let me borrow her griddle cause I only have one.  I also got the VISA from BB and went to the grocery.  I bought

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1.  I've written five blog stories tonight.  Haven't felt good about actually posting a single one of them. 2.  One of them was about you. 3.  JMatt got his hair cut tonight.  Everyone, please rejoice with me.  4.  I'm using a Larry-Boy bookmark.  It makes me smile. 5.  My purse is filled with gum and candy.  I had to remove the Cool Lemon Ice Cubes cause they were spilling out.  I'm chewing

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See, I say "I think," because I usually don't make mistakes.  Prolly, this won't end up being a mistake but I'd rather be safe than sorry, you know.  Here's what I did.  I agreed to go to the midnight showing of New Moon tomorrow night.  Friday morning, actually.  A month ago, this wouldn't have been a big deal.  A month ago, I could stay up till way later than midnight and not worry about it.

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Also, today's song is in honor of BB. Just so you know.

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There are many reasons to love this time of year. Cool breezes. College football. Colorful leaves. Speaking of leaves...the most beautiful place is right off the Trace. Take the Ridgeland exit headed to Rice Road...and then just pull over. You will find yourself totally surrounded by trees. Trees with all kinds of colors of leaves. And if you time it just right, some of those leaves may be

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Once upon a time, Junebug lived in another state. And by "once upon a time," I mean the impressionable years. And by "impressionable years," I mean the years in which I became alot of who I am today. Also, when I say I "lived in another state," I mean I lived in a state where college football was life. SEC football. In this state, you picked sides. Even if you didn't care about football, you

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I've already given you at least a portion of the background info here. I will now attempt to get you all up to speed...and I will also attempt to do so in a timely manner. Here goes.Junebug purchased BlackBerry Pearl.Junebug dropped BlackBerry Pearl several times resulting in numerous annoying scratches.Junebug begged Funandone to replace BlackBerry Pearl. Funandone refused.Junebug began dealing

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-90995499219824331752009-10-21T12:47:00.004-05:002009-10-21T15:35:01.389-05:00

I've looked at this blog every day for the last umpteen days. I've looked at it partly because I really like the banner for October and partly because I think that a new post will have magically appeared. Funny how that never happens! Anyway, I'm not posting anything. It's not that I don't like to write, cause I do. In fact, things make way more sense to me if I write them down. And it's not that

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-30525596691167837912009-10-06T16:23:00.007-05:002009-10-06T23:09:30.624-05:00

My job is preteens. 5th & 6th graders. I plan stuff for them and hang out with them. I really, really like them. They make sense to me. On most days, I feel like I fit right in with them.Recently, I've been reading a book by Gordon & Becki West called Dynamic Preteen Ministry. It's been very enlightening. Eye-opening. I've read alotta books like this, but this one clearly listed some emotional

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-90257017422536403202009-08-31T22:46:00.024-05:002009-08-31T23:16:37.093-05:00

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-6531420215996365002009-08-20T22:46:00.003-05:002009-08-20T23:11:27.019-05:00

In no particular order...I have been introduced to (and have consequently fallen in love with) BlackBerry Messenger. If you don't have a BlackBerry...well, then you prolly don't know what I'm talking about. Also, if you don't have a BlackBerry, it will be of no advantage to you if I explain. So, I won't.We recently attended 2 Back-to-School nights at the middle school. We met 10 teachers, a choir

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I realize most of my recent posts have been of a serious nature (excluding that last one, of course) and I also realize most of you are eager for one of my more whimsical type stories. However, today, I simply will not be able to oblige. No. Today, I must tell you a story that will outrage you. A story that will frighten you to the core. A story that deserves to be told.I, Junebug, am the

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-88809345491762622032009-08-08T22:48:00.002-05:002009-08-08T23:32:29.533-05:00

My son & his friends keep doing these random questionnaires on Facebook. I keep reading them and thinking my answers would be a way lot better than theirs. So, I compiled alot of these notes with a couple more mature ones that my friends did. I removed the stupid questions (like "have you ever swallowed gum on purpose?" and "have you gone a whole week without washing your hands?") and came up

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People and words and moments surprise me. Sometimes, it's all just too much. Sometimes, my heart gets so full. Sometimes, I am literally overwhelmed to overflowing. And by sometimes, I absolutely mean this summer. This summer has been positively fascinating. Captivating. Overwhelming. Not the summer as a whole...just the moments.Friends crowded around a table and a homemade strawberry cake

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-48712225396495789862009-07-20T22:33:00.008-05:002009-07-21T00:13:19.303-05:00

I've heard it saidthat people come into our livesfor a reasonbringing something we must learnAnd we are ledto those who help us most to growif we let themand we help them in returnWell, I don't know if I believe that's truebut I know I'm who I am todaybecause I knew you.Years ago, when we were in Chicago, I really, really wanted to see Wicked but neither Funandone nor KD wanted to go. They both

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-9108337677454137832009-07-02T21:35:00.003-05:002009-07-02T22:09:07.131-05:00

This summer, JMatt is, for lack of a better word, working in my ministry. BB is giving him things to do that will challenge him as well as take the grunt work off of us. (did I say that out loud?) Anyway, today, we allowed him to join in a lunch meeting concerning Fall Wednesday Nights...mostly cause the meeting involved his very own father but also because I am his mother and am sorda

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-84112414946170490472009-06-28T23:13:00.003-05:002009-06-29T00:13:37.645-05:00

I've used Colgate toothpaste since forever and I've tried several different kinds. I have recently learned this one, MaxFresh with Mouthwash Beads, is the absolute best. And when combined with the 360 toothbrush, it's even better. The back of this toothbrush has these little tiny pokey things that just make me wanna brush my teeth for a really long time. Seriously. And since I don't love to go to

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-20483187717301616402009-06-03T22:00:00.003-05:002009-06-04T01:14:38.675-05:00

Yesterday morning, I received news that a very good friend of our Children's Ministry had passed away. My first emotions were obviously shock, because I just saw him a few weeks ago and he seemed great, and sadness at the loss of such a precious, Godly man. I called his wife to tell her how much I thought of Mr. Gibbes and to see if there was anything I could do for her family. She was so

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I play this game with my children where they have to tell me both the title and the artist of any given song that might be playing while we are driving here and there in the Red Hot Chili Pepper. Recently, JMatt has taken to grabbing the Shiny Pink Thing and making me play the same game. He keeps thinking he'll play a song I don't know. He keeps hoping he'll beat me at my own game. Well,

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-60197419187033690992009-05-12T16:49:00.004-05:002009-05-12T17:00:41.349-05:00

Today, my baby is 11. Eleven. And that makes me...well, old. I just love that girl. Look at that picture of her over there. You have to admit she is beautiful. But that's just the outside. You really should know the inside...if you don't already. She is unbelievably beautiful on the inside. She is so kind and compassionate. She has a heart for others that I am just amazed by. And she

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I love preteens. 5th & 6th graders. Girls & boys. They are mostly independent. They are able to engage in intelligent conversation. They are figuring out who they are and how they fit into this world. They are starting to build serious relationships with each other but still realize their need for parents (although I'm pretty certain not many of them would admit that here). I love watching the

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-38772036735039986092009-04-19T22:14:00.006-05:002009-04-19T23:13:12.325-05:00

I came here fully prepared to share with you the details of my very busy weekend. In fact, I actually typed it all out and then totally changed my mind. I can't put my finger on the exact reason for the change of heart and I'm not yet sure what I will put here instead.Oh, I know. Here's something. We ate Shipley's donuts this weekend. Funandone was happier than I've seen him in awhile. Have you

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-49322534211541238202009-04-14T09:39:00.004-05:002009-04-14T09:49:13.871-05:00

Tonight, I have to go to a meeting at the middle school for parents of new 6th graders. See, I just did this a couple years ago for JMatt. Now, it's LouLou. She's my baby. Good grief. I cannot believe my baby is going to middle school. I will admit it's not quite as scary as when I sent JMatt...simply because I know more about the school now. JMatt has survived 2 years there. I think I

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-7881772412435719242009-04-03T23:38:00.002-05:002009-04-03T23:49:07.380-05:00

The phone company's driving me crazyEvery single detail is hazyPlease get it togetherWe need to know whetherOur lives will be pulled up like a daisyI cannot believeyou guys are taking this longPlease, just get it donePhoneInventive, ImperativeContacting, Connecting, CommunicatingWaiting is so discouragingAT&TDon't you need to workin this rough economyDo not strike, peopleSo I might be losing my

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Three Wishesby Junebug1. I wish I was rich.2. I wish I was skinny.3. hmm...Yeah, totally kidding. Well, mostly. Maybe it would go like this...1. I wish for time to move more slowly.2. I wish for my kids to quit growing up so quickly.3. I wish for a few more minutes with a couple different people.Or like this...1. I wish for season passes to Disney World.2. I wish for a pool in my backyard (well,

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-46238963642460885952009-03-22T22:59:00.003-05:002009-03-22T23:53:45.403-05:00

What is my favorite song and why?by JunebugI was looking through LouLou's list of blog topics and found this one. My first instinct was to run right over it and not look back because I simply cannot answer it. Well, I can, but it will not be easy. I really don't know why I changed my mind...unless maybe it was the way I felt when I walked in the house tonight and listened to my kids running up

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"What I Think About When I Can't Fall Asleep"by JunebugBefore I get too far into this, you must know that I am a night owl. I like to stay up late. We've talked about this ad nauseam, so you should already be aware of this bit of information. But, just in case you've missed it, here's the truth. I stay up late. I watch TV or read books, or play games on the computer, or blog...and the list goes

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-35464160169697741752009-03-08T21:52:00.005-05:002009-03-08T22:52:27.100-05:00

Tonight, a friend (who is also a lurker) advised me to post something here at this blog. I think I will now advise her to comment on this very same post.Having said that, I do have a plan to get back to blogging. It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's just that...well, I don't really know what it is. I just haven't done it. So, in an effort to help her poor mama, LouLou has given me an

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-81578620396471882702009-02-23T23:18:00.004-06:002009-02-23T23:50:16.957-06:00

The first time through, we made big plans. We wanted to take a picture home with us, so we demanded uniformity. "Everyone hold your hands *here* and scream like *this*...all while looking straight at the camera." We turned in our fast passes and jumped right up to the front of the line. We boarded our mountain log and off we went. There was singing. And laughing. And even some screaming. We

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-68528580533829790792009-02-12T16:28:00.003-06:002009-03-31T23:11:13.997-05:00

A few nights ago, I took the dog out in the backyard. It was very windy and a bit cold. I looked up into the sky, mostly to kinda stretch my aching back, and I saw the moon. I'm not sure if it was technically a full moon, but it sure did look full to me. Anyway, the wind was blowing the clouds like crazy so they were just flying by and over and around the moon. Sometimes the sky was very bright

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-72695105716140186862009-02-05T08:32:00.007-06:002009-03-31T23:11:54.235-05:00

I was tagged multiple times on Facebook to do this 25 Random Things meme. I don't know why it took me so long to decide to do it cause I usually enjoy talking about myself. Anyway, I posted it over here cause the blog has been neglected here lately.1. At this very moment in time, I'd much rather be at the beach. I'd be sitting under an umbrella with my toes buried in the sand. There would be a

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-29922132022428587522009-01-23T16:41:00.004-06:002009-01-23T17:12:41.525-06:00

LouLou is playing basketball again. She really likes it and we have a great time watching & cheering. But so far, for this season, her team is 0-2. It's not because they aren't good players. I think it has more to do with them being nice players. They are considerate of the other team. They let them take the ball away when they should be holding onto it and they don't take the ball from the

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-8355074300351677402009-01-14T10:48:00.004-06:002009-01-14T11:11:03.904-06:00

So, I've neglected to mention (on purpose) that I joined a gym. A ladies only fitness club, to be exact. I am nearly 40 and I've never done anything like this in my entire life. I ran some while in college and I've had brief periods of exercise since I've been married with children. A few years ago, I got really serious about it and consequently lost a significant amount of weight. (We're

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-50118201692884198532009-01-09T22:59:00.003-06:002009-01-09T23:54:02.740-06:00

Last year, I made some resolutions. Or maybe we should just call them plans. I made plans to get some things done. I even put them here on this blog. You know, now that I think about it, these plans that I am referring to may have actually been two years ago. Either way, I'm not linking back to them because I am almost 100% sure I didn't accomplish any of them. Well, maybe one or two.Just

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-16273863267969174012009-01-01T19:00:00.050-06:002009-11-01T22:10:35.088-06:00

26. The Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan25. Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan24. The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan23. Dynamic Preteen Ministry by Gordon & Becki West- 22. Live Like a Jesus Freak by dc Talk- Preteens spent a week this summer learning about people who weren't ashamed of their faith, people who were unmovable when push came to shove. We are continuing those life-lessons with this

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Hooray for Junebug! Katie-Kat says she hearts my blog!! I am very happy to hear this. So, according to Katie-Kat, I'm sposed to answer these questions with one-word answers. Of course, we all know that is something completely impossible for me to do. However, for Katie-Kat, I will try. Then I have to pass this very prestigious award along to 5 other worthy bloggers. 1. Where is your cell phone?

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-80525017338472512142008-12-20T00:06:00.007-06:002008-12-20T01:07:19.368-06:00

It all started with Carmex. Have any of you ever used Carmex? I have lived to tell the tale...Carmex is addicting. Seriously. There was a time in my life when I thought I could not live without Carmex. I did not use it for cold sores, like the label suggests. I simply used it to avoid chapped lips. My lips begged for Carmex and I always gave them what they wanted. When I finally came to terms

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-15595551152073877482008-12-15T22:31:00.005-06:002008-12-15T23:42:31.293-06:00

If you will all notice the entry just below this one, you will see that I had plans to purchase an electric throw blanket as an early Christmas present to myself. Well, I never even made it to the store. My father-in-law called and said he had one at the house that he would give me. This didn't surprise me because neither of my in-laws get cold. They don't use blankets. Not in the living room

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-70995553007417317702008-12-08T23:15:00.002-06:002008-12-08T23:33:40.709-06:00

an iPhone (only because I changed my mind and got a BlackBerry)hmm...what Junebug does want for Christmas20mm wide-angle lens120-gig iPodMamma Mia! DVD (Normally, I'd run right out and buy this on the day it's released, no matter how close it is to Christmas, but I made a promise to someone, so I won't. At least, I think that was a promise. hmm...)wow...I really can't think of anything

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-19082030535668504452008-12-02T21:20:00.004-06:002008-12-02T22:00:34.066-06:00

I haven't worn a watch in a really long time. I'm talking years. I can't really remember why I stopped. There is no moment or event that stands out in my memory...and we all know that I nevah forget stuff...I just know it's been a really long time since I've worn a watch. If I ever need to know what time it is I just look at my phone or ask whoever I am hanging with. Either of those options work

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-9531805830402437732008-11-20T09:47:00.005-06:002008-11-30T21:23:28.546-06:00

I really don't know if I'll be back again.Seriously, I think I'd just like to not come back. I could live in that Cinderella suite in the castle. Eat at Pecos Bill's or the Liberty Tree Tavern. I think it would work. They've got plenty of t-shirts down there. And I could watch fireworks almost every day. Sounds perfect to me. Seriously (seriously this time), we are catching a quick flight this

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-24503172521052271542008-11-13T12:15:00.004-06:002008-11-13T12:54:10.634-06:00

Yesterday, I said I would not be watching ABC soaps again. I lied. I sat right here on the green couch and watched every minute of One Life to Live and about half of General Hospital. I could say it was because the television was left on and I didn't have the energy to pick up the remote and change the channel but none of that would be true. I actually came in here and turned it to ABC so I could

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-78827068071828443222008-11-12T09:39:00.000-06:002008-11-12T09:59:21.295-06:00

Yesterday, I spent about half the day at home. I did laundry, played Scramble & worked on my 2007 Disney scrapbook. (I am determined to finish it before this years trip.) Anyway, while I was scrapbooking, I noticed the television was still on from the morning. You see, if I am home in the mornings, I usually watch at least bits and pieces of Good Morning America, Regis & Kelly and/or the View

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-57677635868929614572008-11-10T07:34:00.004-06:002008-11-30T21:24:37.249-06:00

Some days, I know exactly what I should do. I know the specific steps I should take. I know that if I make the right choice, you know...do the right thing...everything just might fall into place. It's funny, or maybe sad, that I know, but I don't do. I am sitting here, right this very moment, knowing that I should do the right thing. Honestly, tho, I am lacking the desire. I just wanna do my own

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-18073197603487946892008-11-03T21:05:00.007-06:002008-11-30T21:24:04.622-06:00

I am very tired. And my brain is not working correctly. Brains can get full of stuff swirling around and people don't always know what to do about that. Sometimes all the stuff doesn't even belong to that person. A bunch of it could be credited to some other people. I guess you could say they are holding onto it for those people. Or, at the very least, they are sharing it with them. The thing is.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-56820266510226345882008-10-26T21:58:00.009-05:002008-10-26T22:55:42.231-05:00

9am on Saturday morning. The only possible sleep-late morning for Junebug.Friday afternoon, I asked JMatt what time he was sposed to be at the field and he had no idea. Said they may not even play. I called the school and no one answered. I tried to find out why JMatt was in the dark and the story is so long and ridiculous that I will not share it with you. So, I called a mom & JMatt ran into a

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-14809187653012636582008-10-16T08:23:00.003-05:002008-10-16T09:00:36.132-05:00

They brought in an eye doctor and made everyone take an eye exam. As it turned out, he said I needed glasses. I was absolutely not gonna wear glasses. My parents took me to a real eye appointment and the doctor there confirmed the report. I needed glasses. I told him that I wasn't getting glasses, that I could see fine. He told my parents to give me some time and I'd come to the conclusion on my

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-42937261303636372632008-10-15T15:49:00.007-05:002008-10-15T16:03:19.905-05:00

She never comments here anymore. I'm not even sure she still reads. She may never see this. No matter. It's still her birthday. Her 30th birthday.We celebrated last night with dinner and some other stuff. Here you see JMatt, KD & LouLou sharing the...hmm...what was that thing? Sweet Shot Dessert Sampler? Maybe. Anyway, I ate a few bites before having my spoon stolen and they were all

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-1307198177799786242008-10-11T14:24:00.011-05:002008-10-11T15:23:33.545-05:00

Here are a few of the latest additions to the Junebug Collection of Pinbacks.The three in the first picture were sent from Israel by KD. She did not include an explanation and, even though she is home now, we haven't discussed the meaning of the Hebrew words on these pinbacks. Who knows...they may even be upside down. I will find out ASAP and let you know. The next two pinbacks are quite telling.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-82643684432975603982008-10-10T10:13:00.003-05:002008-10-10T11:29:27.648-05:00

I remember the moment like it was yesterday. The conversation is a bit blurred, but the eminent details are still very clear. Even today, I am not totally sure why she confided in me because I seriously believe she knew what my response would be. Our friendship had been out of the ordinary. We had shared real life experiences. I thought I knew in my heart that our relationship would be one

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-55651188785777660612008-10-07T09:54:00.003-05:002008-10-07T13:19:17.850-05:00

I woke up the first time at 8something AM and remembered there was no school, so I turned over and went back to sleep. Same thing happened at 9something AM. Finally, at 10something AM, I got up and went downstairs to the little green couch. JMatt was watching a tivo'd Batman, Funandone was on the computer, LouLou was sleeping and the very small dog was waiting patiently on top of the big green

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-37043579031904110402008-10-05T10:11:00.004-05:002008-10-05T10:16:52.204-05:00

Happy Birthday, T! I hope you have a fabulous day!! I love you very much!!!Uncle Funandone & T

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-49807998541614094782008-09-30T23:59:00.006-05:002008-10-01T00:26:32.935-05:00

It was late. The kitchen was dark as I walked in the back door with the very small dog. I had put her in her kennel and picked up a glass so I could get a drink of water when I saw movement somewhere in my peripheral vision. I looked down and there was a big. ole. frog! A frog in my kitchen. Naturally, I screamed and naturally, there was no one to hear my screams. Funandone had been in the bed

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-37604571971841218472008-09-30T00:01:00.000-05:002008-09-30T00:01:00.752-05:00

I'm usually not a fan of change. Or wind, for that matter. Sometimes, however, I end up getting way more than I bargained for.My parents sold their house, packed up all their stuff (and let me tell you, it was alotta stuff), bought a new house 15 minutes from mine, and MOVED. This, my friends, is a really big change. All kinds of wind blowing. All over the place. I haven't lived anywhere near my

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-20009437534756654362008-09-29T10:29:00.004-05:002008-09-29T11:05:43.546-05:00

Morning car rider line at the middle school is just wrong. It absolutely drives me nuts to have to sit there in that line, but I do it every single morning of the week. At the elementary school, they have it down to a science. The car line goes to the back of the school, to a semi-circle drop-off point. There are teachers all the way around that semi-circle and, as soon as the cars stop, they

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-46227865132292786252008-09-23T23:16:00.004-05:002008-09-24T00:12:06.072-05:00

Sometimes, when I have free time, I get on YouTube and look at old videos. I'm not really sorry to say there was a day when I really loved Michael Jackson. You know what I'm talking about...back when he sang stuff like Beat It and Billie Jean and Bad and Black or White and oh my stars...all those songs start with B. He also sang She's Out of My Life and Thriller...but since I really love the

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-80925686312645733882008-09-22T11:58:00.004-05:002008-09-22T12:30:13.587-05:00

I'm not gonna say anything about how long it's been since I've blogged. I'm not gonna tell you that I've decided to get back to it. It seems that every time I call attention to the lack of attention to this blog, the matter just goes downhill. So, I'm just gonna let it go. I'll just let you decide what you will about this blog and the activity therein.Well, we changed our minds about something.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-52119872695930837792008-09-05T00:01:00.005-05:002008-09-05T00:05:13.643-05:00

Happy Birthday, JMatt!! You've been such a great kid so I am certain that you will be an even better teenager. Of course, teenagers are notorious for not cleaning their rooms and stuff like that...but you've never cleaned your room without a fight, so I'd say I'm all ready for this adventure with you. I'm really sorry you have to go to school today. If I had my way, I'd keep you home and hang out

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-31920177587534427752008-08-27T22:47:00.004-05:002008-08-27T22:59:35.544-05:00

I've done it. I've walked/run exactly one mile for the second night in a row. My legs hurt, but I am determined to do this. Again. I will get in shape. Again. *sigh*I've actually started reading Girls in Pants. Kearsmom asked to borrow the first one from that series and it kinda inspired me. So yay for me. Or maybe I should say yay for Kearsmom. I'm trying to convince myself to remove the chat

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-49582231189799914462008-08-26T23:11:00.004-05:002008-08-27T13:58:59.715-05:00

The teacher from the previous blog entry called JMatt an angel. I told JMatt he should be very thankful. I told him whatever he did to be called that...well, he needs to keep it up. He certainly could do worse than getting on that woman's good side, huh? I walked/ran exactly one mile tonight. By the time I got home, I was dripping wet & couldn't breath. Honestly, why would I ever want to do this

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-70971978707006038262008-08-20T22:59:00.005-05:002008-08-20T23:47:33.817-05:00

Today, JMatt asked me to sign a "Classroom Procedures" thingy for one of his teachers. My signature would indicate that I have been made aware of what this teacher expects of JMatt as well as the consequences for not adhering to any of the listed procedures. My initial thought was about the routineness of this thingy, but I quickly learned otherwise. This, my internet friends, was no routine list

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-65486974667505236612008-08-10T21:47:00.004-05:002008-08-10T22:47:40.355-05:00

The last few months have been crazy. Stuff has been going on and things have been changing. For those of you who have not had the distinct honor of either being involved in some of it or watching it happen before your very eyes...sorry. It would take a really long time to share it all with you. And since I really need to get back to my book, I'm not even gonna give you any details.Speaking of my

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-1902181469382617412008-08-02T23:07:00.008-05:002008-08-02T23:37:28.098-05:00

I've seen 3 in the last week. That never happens.Last Saturday, Funandone & I took LouLou to see Kit Kittridge. JMatt was out of town on that trip that took a couple years off my life, so it was just the 3 of us. I told Funandone he didn't have to go. He has this aversion to American Girl dolls. I think it has something to do with the fact that they are expensive and LouLou loves them. She owns a

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-48056824206999771952008-07-27T21:22:00.009-05:002008-07-27T22:18:54.543-05:00

A few nights ago, I went into LouLou's room to check on her...cause that's just what I do. Anyway, I found her right in the middle of the bed. She had the covers pulled all the way up to her chin and she was surrounded by Build-a-Bears and Webkinz and a couple baby dolls. What most of you don't know is when LouLou gets in the bed to go to sleep, she turns into a heater. Seriously. If you are cold

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-25945842145471211292008-07-22T22:14:00.003-05:002008-07-22T22:32:48.816-05:00

Life just goes from one thing to another, doesn't it? I mean, I am pretty sure it was just yesterday when I was freakin' out about sending JMatt to middle school. (I thought about linking back to those entries, but decided that you all surely tired of those discussions last year.) And it couldn't have been too long before that when he was learning to walk. Time seriously flies by, doesn't it?

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-49907572096243318002008-07-21T23:33:00.002-05:002008-07-22T01:57:53.184-05:00

Before I tell this story, I need to let you in on a secret. I grew up with a mama who liked to keep things all cleaned up. And by all cleaned up, I mean seriously cleaned up. For instance, she required me to make my bed every day. If it didn't meet her standards, I would need to do it again. I walked away from it in the morning and didn't go back to it till bedtime. If I needed to sit

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-32408357326696498202008-07-20T23:38:00.002-05:002008-07-20T23:52:39.271-05:00

It's been a really long time. Where IS everyone??Nevermind.My life is simply too busy. Or too crazy. Or too full. Something. I don't know. I certainly haven't forgotten this blog. I just don't come here very often anymore. And I'm not sure why. I check Facebook everyday but I neglect this blog. I think I will begin to blog again. Regularly. I think I will explore relevant topics. I

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-36788268861779072592008-07-02T22:47:00.016-05:002008-07-02T23:46:13.409-05:00

My parents are in the process of moving. I'm actually quite happy about it because they are moving here. Hooray! Last week, I went to their house to remove the last bits & pieces of my personal paraphernalia and LouLou & I found some interesting things.1. Walt Disney World, 1970's. In the bottom of the shot, you will see a booklet of lettered tickets that I told you about. Also, that parking

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-89035442824041935402008-07-01T21:19:00.005-05:002008-07-01T22:32:01.282-05:00

and by "she" I mean Beej(bug). Click here to read her meme answers. Copy & paste if you want to play along.1. Were you named after anyone? Yeah, I don't think so, but if I was, Daddy, would you please call & let me know. 2. When was the last time you cried? Does right now count?3. Do you like your handwriting? Yeah. I have really nice handwriting.4. What is your favorite lunch meat?

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-43979270600775222992008-07-01T00:15:00.003-05:002008-07-01T00:35:43.263-05:00

It hasn't been but a few days since I was here whining about how I couldn't think of anything interesting to write. Well, tonight, something interesting happened. And by interesting, I mean sad. LouLou & I went to WalMart cause she saved enough money to buy a paraffin hand bath thingy. The ones at Sallys cost awhole lot more so we went the WalMart route. However, we will be buying wax at Sallys

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-13918933972140257282008-06-25T22:00:00.001-05:002008-06-26T00:42:24.303-05:00

My sweet niece is ONE year old today!! It's hard to believe we've had a whole year with this precious little girl. None of us, however, could be any happier than the other little girl in the pictures. LouLou. They already have quite a bond and I know it will just get stronger as they grow. I am overwhelmed with blessing!! Happy Birthday, Little Lovebug! Aunt Junebug loves you so much! (

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-65612110761064446092008-06-23T23:33:00.002-05:002008-06-23T23:44:59.671-05:00

it's just that I cannot think of anything good to write about. Seriously. I come here everyday hoping to write something. I look at the previous posts. And that doesn't take long cause there's only 3 from the whole month of June. I keep hoping I will think of something funny or interesting. But I don't. Nothing. I've changed the song several times. I've re-titled the chatbox. I've even

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-79274911934848491792008-06-18T23:15:00.003-05:002008-06-18T23:53:40.555-05:00

I'm only a little embarrassed to tell you about this.I just got a new pillow. So did the hubby, but that's not nearly as significant because he can fall asleep in under 4 seconds with his head on a rock. Me? Well, I usually lie there for a pretty long while thinking. I like to think and since I never seem to fall asleep in under 20 minutes (or 2 hours), I use the time to think. Of course,

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-19718658318966757222008-06-08T22:20:00.003-05:002008-06-08T22:38:13.256-05:00

Last week was really good. I enjoyed last week. You could even say I loved last week. Even considering the fact that I turned 30-something. Actually, that was part of the fun. There's just nothing like 101 of your best little friends wishing you a happy birthday and saying "you don't look very old" a zillion times in one day. Yeah, that and all the hugs. I am all the better for all those

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-36536649912586965732008-06-02T00:08:00.004-05:002008-06-02T00:21:13.357-05:00

The following news may come as a shock, so please be seated before you begin reading. Thank you.It will be at least a week before there is a new banner on this blog. I know, I know. It's already June and the current banner is May. It truly saddens me (seriously) but, because of the nature of the last several weeks, there simply has not been a free moment to spend on updating the banner.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-76212824991193902492008-05-26T00:02:00.003-05:002008-05-26T00:20:55.991-05:00

So, we are having lunch last Sunday at this chicken place. Bear in mind this is a chicken place I DO NOT love. We only went there cause we were in a really big hurry to get to the piano recital. Anyway, I ran into a bit of trouble when I was ordering my drink. They wouldn't let me mix lemonade into my tea cause it cost more than the tea, so I asked for lemon. The little worker behind the

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-68944506875054773532008-05-24T11:48:00.005-05:002008-05-24T12:02:01.368-05:00

Today is Beejbug's birthday. She says she doesn't feel old, but I am here to tell you, she is. The following is the latest picture I have of Beejbug. It is not her favorite picture, but I'm putting it here anyway. (Because I like it and this is MY blog!) So, Happy Birthday, my friend! Je t'aime. Enjoy the free hot dogs.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-22957303141016771402008-05-21T07:15:00.002-05:002008-05-21T07:23:50.327-05:00

There are all kinds of pros and cons that go along with today's title. The cons include the amount of work the next three and one-half weeks include. So much, in fact, that there's a part of me that would like to roll over and play dead. However, today. TODAY I will only think of the pros. Today I will be happy that my children are mine again for the summer. I will be happy that we are

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-89279903702325615262008-05-20T17:33:00.006-05:002008-05-20T18:14:54.519-05:00

Happy Birthday, Funandone!!Just so everyone knows...today, my hubby catches up to me. But only for 2 weeks. In 2 weeks, I'll be older again. Of course, that is not the point of this post. On Friday, we ate supper at Cici's. We can only do it on Friday's cause it's so stinkin far away. Anyway, we sorda celebrated his birthday while we were there. I bought the new Mario Kart for Wii, even though he

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-46639224300608990402008-05-15T21:51:00.004-05:002008-05-15T22:41:12.414-05:00

I have been informed by my son that the following information could result in my arrest, so I will be very careful in sharing this. I will not use names or any other specifics. Any other person might be truly fearful in this situation, but I feel it is my civic duty to make everyone aware of the goings-on in today's public schools. I was asked to be a proctor at the middle school for the state

Someone who shall remain namelessnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-79188918431756095792008-05-12T08:31:00.003-05:002008-05-12T08:43:00.980-05:00

I keep telling LouLou she is NOT 10 years old today. I keep telling her she MUST still be 9. It just cannot be possible. You know? Last night, we were making 28 cupcakes to take to school and the Daddy said something about her being 10 today and the whole birthday spanking thing and I told him she would be 9. He looked at me funny and said, "10." I said, "no, 9." We went back and forth

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-16151612977577079352008-05-09T16:34:00.007-05:002008-05-09T17:36:27.290-05:00

Since the last post, I've... Attended and/or conducted 7 meetingsSat through 3 school functionsCheered loudly at 4 ballgamesCooked 2 meals Contributed to 5 teacher-appreciation eventsListened to 5 recital pieces about a jillion times eachPlayed Red RoverWashed 10-12 loads of laundrySlept through a tornado watch (this is seriously out of character)Eaten at Olive Garden, Sonic, Smoothie King,

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-26578376803640310692008-05-01T08:00:00.000-05:002008-05-01T00:02:00.425-05:00

I'm only doing this cause there has to be a May 1st post. It will not contain anything of substance. It will, however, serve as an invitation. Come see the new banner and the new colors. You will be happy that you did.I have to go to bed now because I've recently made new commitments to myself.Nighty-night.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-71036628028665517622008-04-28T22:11:00.004-05:002008-04-28T22:48:14.097-05:00

If you felt some sort of odd twinge of grief around 3:00pm today...one that you just couldn't quite put your finger on...well, I'll tell you. It was the gut-wrenching despair that came from deep down in my soul and you felt it only if you are somehow deeply connected to me, Junebug. As for the rest of you, here's what happened.Well, I'll go back just a bit so you can know the whole truth. It was

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-77947999324894742282008-04-24T22:08:00.003-05:002008-04-24T23:07:04.952-05:00

*Disclaimer: I've gotten this email several times. Today, shUg sent it and I decided to share it with yall. And because I entitled this post "have I ever?" I removed the questions that simply didn't fit. So, there you go. Read if you want, but you may get bored. I did.*Gone on a blind date? Wow. Not that I recall.Skipped school? Oh, good grief, yes! What a stupid question.Watched

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-67904776780908297772008-04-22T22:51:00.004-05:002008-04-22T23:32:29.465-05:00

Dear Everyone,Here are some tidbits from my life.1. It's getting really warm outside. Somewhere up in the 80's, I think. I have to admit I do not like it. JMatt has been complaining about the heat, too. I told him he should just wait till late July & August. That's when he'll really be hot. He said he just won't go outside during those months. I think he has a great idea.2. Funandone just told me

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-64251311620657958502008-04-19T23:50:00.001-05:002008-04-20T01:06:04.750-05:00

So, tonight, I steam-cleaned my carpet. I did this because I have a steamer that was purchased by my parents numerous years ago. I only did one room so it actually may not count, but I don't care. I have plenty of other things to do. Trust me. It wasn't like I was sitting around with nothing to do and just decided Hey! I'll clean the carpet. No. It was more like Hey! I think I will die

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-13692067656894976892008-04-15T18:05:00.006-05:002008-04-15T18:53:47.160-05:00

First of all, I would like to update everyone on the continuing saga that surrounds my beloved digital SLR. (If you've somehow missed this storyline, click here, here, and here, in that order.) With the help of my friend Dan, I carefully boxed it up this afternoon and handed it off to UPS. It will take off in the morning for some nondescript town in Connecticut. They have promised me 7- 10

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-40974828695016486872008-04-13T23:22:00.005-05:002008-04-13T23:56:05.608-05:00

So the kids played in a Piano-thon at the mall on Saturday. They were a little nervous since it was their first time to play in public. BB was a bit later than we thought, so they ended up playing their recital piece before she got there. They were playing their duet when she finally arrived. After all the other kids played, they asked their teacher if they could play again for BB. Since there

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-43570988670157824492008-04-11T08:39:00.005-05:002008-04-11T09:22:10.501-05:00

Haven't I told you people that I cry alot? My mother always said there was no "in between" with me. She said I am always either laughing or crying. I have no power to find a middle ground. Well, I am beginning to think that sounds clinical. Maybe I need to be medicated. Seriously.Yesterday, I cried...seriously cried...over an inanimate object. My friend is unable to work on my camera so it will

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-78260796474239133172008-04-07T21:54:00.006-05:002008-04-07T22:48:37.951-05:00

I took piano lessons for alotta years. I started when I was 6ish and we didn't even have a piano yet. I had to walk through the backyard, into the back door of the church, and down that very long, dark hallway to get to the church's piano. Just in case you're not a preacher's kid, you should know that churches are very scary when there's nobody there and its all quiet and dark. But that is

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-29774395538970032992008-04-06T15:25:00.005-05:002008-04-06T23:33:02.719-05:00

On November 24, 2001, an F-4 tornado ripped through our neighborhood. The tornado itself was over a half-mile wide and sustained winds of up to 260 mph. It left behind $12 million in property damages. There were 21 injuries and 2 fatalities...a college girl home for Thanksgiving and a baby boy born prematurely because his mom was thrown from their house. Here is a picture of a portion of our

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-10371599357660624732008-04-04T08:48:00.002-05:002008-04-04T09:01:17.286-05:00

Here's why...1. My camera is broken again and this time it is for real. It is at the camera hospital and there are no guarantees. It was made by a company that is no longer in the camera business and my friend's little business may not be able to work on it. First, I have to wait for friend's brother to get back in town since he's the one who actually does repairs and that won't be till

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-52786141251700358912008-04-02T23:24:00.002-05:002008-04-02T23:33:24.450-05:00

When people don't take responsibility for their own mistakes. Aren't we all human? Don't we all mess up every now and then? (yeah, don't answer that, Beej) Alls I'm sayin is, if you screw it up, just admit it. And don't you dare point your little finger at me and act like its my fault when, clearly, it isn't.Okay. I'm over it.

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-88861414737216927402008-04-02T00:48:00.000-05:002008-04-02T00:26:44.271-05:00

Somebody tagged Kearsmom to do a meme and, in turn, Kearsmom tagged me. There are days when meme's are entertaining & exciting and I am more than glad to get involved. Today was not one of those days. Today seemed like the kind of day to turn it around and make Kearsmom do it for me. And, as you will see, she did. Mostly, she was correct. I copied her exact words from my comment section and will

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-38957476510399230342008-04-01T00:01:00.000-05:002008-03-31T22:37:04.132-05:00

Just so you know, I altered the date and time on my post options so this would appear to be posted on the first day of April. I did this because there needs to be a post commemorating the first day of the new banner and because I am going to bed early. Well, earlier than I do on most days. I've blogged several times about my bad bedtime habits and I am certain that you've all tired of reading

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-75130916264629847722008-03-31T00:26:00.000-05:002008-03-31T00:26:23.668-05:00

Who would have guessed that my computer would be broken again? Click here to read about the last time. I've had this Dell laptop for several years now and it was a lemon from Day One. Seriously. It's had a buncha motherboards, a couple hard drives, new hinges for the screen, and tons o' screws & those little rubber things that are on the bottom. Anyway, it's broken again. Here's what it looked

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-28632013253505170642008-03-26T21:15:00.006-05:002008-03-26T22:23:26.904-05:00

Jitterbug and I got everybody all dressed up in denim, khaki & white. All 9 of us. We all went down the gazillion stairs to the dock, set the camera up on the tripod and took a buncha pictures. There were some issues, of course. You can't line up children from age 12 all the way down to 9 months and except seamless quality. Some pictures had a kid giving their dad rabbit ears. Several had one or

Junebughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11036667697394377279noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5668381108772716417.post-42786133503100592382008-03-23T21:58:00.013-05:002008-03-23T23:24:03.878-05:00

I accumulated some serious blog-worthy material while on Spring Break holiday last week, but I have to save it for later. Today must be dedicated to the Easter holiday.First of all, we were home for Easter. Didn't go to the Delta. Didn't even go down to Little Brother's house. We were home. Prolly for the first time ever. We went to the middle church service so we were home by 11:15 or something

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