Eleventy-five years ago, Melanie at Don’t Try This At Home hosted a carnival in which you talked about how you got into blogging. Apparently, I was going to play along and answer questions, and link up and all that other good stuff, but I must’ve gotten side tracked because today, I was cleaning out my drafts folder and happened up on.
I thought about going to find the link but what’s the point.
This isn’t even considered fashionably late.
However, it seems fitting that I answer it now because this post?
It’s number 7-0-0.
I look at that number and think, there’s no way… 700 posts in under two years? I mean, I’m still 5.5 months away from my 2 year anniversary.
But me talking too much is nothing that I don’t know, and I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now too…
So, here you go… the birth of Desperately Seeking Sanity… uncensored and very, very late.
How did you start blogging?
By accident really. No seriously. Three years I heard this term, blog. I didn’t know people did it on the personal level at the time. I started one for my business and I’m not sure if people read it. I know they do now, even though I left blogger just a few months later. I left my blog up, with the google ads on it and I still make about 5 cents a year there.
When my mother mentioned that I never sent pictures or updates of the kids, I set up a blog for our family… it’s still there too, I think… The Life and Times of the Ellis-Jacobson Family. When Tim and I broke up, I couldn’t blog there any more and blogged a little on MySpace before finally setting up shop here on February 5, 2007.
Did you intend to be a blog w/a following? If so, how did you go about it?
Are you kidding me? I didn’t think anyone but my mother and best friend read it, and even then, I don’t think they did it all the time. It’s one of the reasons that I was so open on my blog because while I knew anyone could read it, I never thought that anyone actually would.
Over time, I’ve come to enjoy the following and I’ve grown in readership since then, but if no one was reading, I would still be posting. I always keep the reason for this blog in the foreground of my mind… and that’s simply to have an outlet.
What do you hope to achieve or accomplish with your blog? Have you been successful? If not, do you have a plan to achieve those goals?
If I make money, that’s cool. If I don’t, that’s cool too. My main goal with this blog is to chronicle the going ons of my life. I want to be able to look back and see where I’ve grown and how. I want to be able to remember the funny things that my children did. I want to see how my writing has improved over time.
I’ve also realized that I can help others through this blog. Primarily, it’s by making others laugh, but also a way to show them that they are not alone, since I’ve also gotten that from others.
Has the focus of your blog changed since you started blogging? How?
I have started doing some product reviews. I’m human and I like free stuff. But I’m not focused on it. I could sit and write PR companies to review things or give things away, but I choose not to. The biggest reason is that I don’t have time, but if they offer, I’ll take them up on it.
But the main focus of this blog is me. Because seriously, I have to have one place where it can be all about me!
What do you know now that you wish you’d known when you started?
I don’t even know how to answer this question. I wish that I would’ve known about the “life” and “mommy” blogger community long before I found it. Business blogging is good, but the satisfaction is not near as great.
Do you make money with your blog?
I make enough to take the kids to Taco Bell once a month. But really, it wouldn’t be enough if Sam actually ate taco bell.
It’s not a focus of mine. It’s an extra if it happens.
Does your immediate or extended family know about your blog? If so, do they read it? If not, why?
Everyone knows about my blog in my family. Whether they read it or not, that’s a different story. I did find out that my ex-mother-in-law reads it (Hi Kathy!) and my ex-husband and his friends know about it.
If they don’t read it, I don’t know why. I’m incredibly funny.
Actually, I think it’s because no one in my family “gets” blogging.
What two pieces of advice would you give to a new blogger?
Be real. Don’t try to alter who you are to gain readers. At the end of the day, you still won’t be happy. Allow people to get to know the real you because we want to be able to connect with you. If you’re not sure if you’re achieving this goal, think about how people would react when they meet you in person. The best compliment for me is when I meet someone off line and they tell me that I’m exactly the same (and better).
Make clear boundaries for what you will and won’t post on your blog. While no one may know about your little home on the net, they may find it and if it’s not something you’re willing to say to their face, don’t post it on your blog.
Better late than never right? So, because I’m sure I’m not the only one that missed it, how about you? Want to answer these questions, too?
If you do, be sure to link up here and I’ll be around to read…and because I’m nice, I’ll find something in the box-o-goodies to give away to two random participants. We’ll leave it open until next Wednesday… 
Until next time…
Truthfully?
It snuck up on me this year. Like I knew it was coming but all of a sudden it was here and our cleats didn’t fit, and we were out of shape and well, quite frankly?
Not ready.
But…
Now we’re getting in the groove. And we’re psyched.
I say we.
I really do mean that. The first two weeks were tough for us. Matthew because he was out of shape and me because I’ve been so used to not watching the clock to make sure that he was fed and ready by 5:30. We struggled. And I saw the look in his eyes.
The “I want to quit look”
It looks like this.
Poor thing. That’s the only day that he told me he wanted to quit. He got hit hard. I mean, like the coach came to tell me that he needed to ice it and keep an eye on it.
I saw that look the first night of practice. I noticed it immediately. I asked him if he wanted to quit.
“I’ve thought about it…” he replied.
Before I could go into my spiel about how he’s not a quitter, he followed it with “But I’m not going to. I know the first two weeks are the hardest.”
You see, Matthew’s moved up this year. He’s a “junior”. That means he’s in the last level before you either play for the school or you don’t play at all. And realistically, due to the weight limits for Rec ball, this will be his last year of Rec ball.
It’s a big deal.
What’s more is that this year, we have the opportunity to practice and play on Bogle Field. May not seem like a big deal to most, but let me tell you about Bogle Field. It’s the high school field. With lights. And real yardage markings. AND STANDS. Nope, it won’t matter if I forget my lawn chair. I can sit in the bleachers.
What’s more about Bogle Field is that two years ago, they invested a million dollars into it. It’s big time I tell ya.
And we’re funny about it. Nothing but water is allowed on the field. A few parents jokingly said to their kids when they were running in the heat that if they had to puke to do it in their helmets. Bogle Field is a big deal around here.
Last week, we practiced from 8p-10p… under the lights!
How cool is that?
Here’s how cool it is…
And this shot, from Wordless Wednesday last week?
One of my favorties. Ever.
So this weekend, we’ll play two games on Bogle Field. The first two of seven total. I’m excited. And we’re playing our Rivals. Last year I sat in the stands watching the High School Titans wondering what it would be like to watch MY son on that field and I’m getting the opportunity to witness it much earlier than I anticipated. It’s going to be a good game.
So I’m ready for football.
I’m ready to see them tackle. I’m ready to watch the kick off. I’m ready to cheer the Titans on.
And I’m ready for a season of pride for my son… starting with this…
And I’m ready to quickly volunteer to people that he plays football and I don’t beat him… actually, the bruise is from a hit Friday night… this was taken today, Monday. You can only imagine how big it was….
and I can’t begin to tell you how proud he is of that one. His best ever, he’ll tell you.
We’re not quitting. We’re in it… to win it.
Go Titans!
Until next time…
Think this is simple? It’s not… (I didn’t believe it when I read it over at To Think…)
Now, what do you like about you?
I want to know… so let me know if you play along!
Until next time…
I’ve been working on this forever. Ok, I lie. Not forever. Actually, I’ve been crafting my answers in my head. Then I was going to do a video. But that didn’t work out. So now I’m going to type it and pray that the witty answers I had, I can remember.
Warning: This might suck.
Soliloquy (of all the names she could’ve picked, she had to pick the one that is so hard to spell and type…) asks these questions, and then I get to tag people. If I don’t tag people she will be mad at me and I LIVE to make her happy. (Now I know how her husband must feel….poor guy.) For the record, she didn’t tag me, Lisa B. did. And now I’ve linked to both, so they should both be happy.
So without further ado, I give you….
It’s All True….
Favorite person (outside family)? Do I have to answer this? Really? Why would you ask a question like this? I have so many people that are so meaningful in my life that I can’t pick just one. Now if you were to give me the names of 5 people and tell me to pick my favorite, it might be a little easier. It doesn’t matter, I’ve already pissed people off because I refuse to answer this question. What a way to start things off!
Favorite food? Today? Corndogs. But that’s not normally the way it goes. I don’t normally have corndogs, but since there is was a box in the fridge, that’s what I’ve been eating. I really think it’s just because I haven’t been to the store and that’s all there is. Typically though, I would answer with anything Mexican. Which is also a lie. I don’t like everything Mexican. I do, however, like enchiladas… cheese ones to be more specific. And I get the enchiladas supreme every.single.time. at every.single. Mexican restaurant that I frequent.. which is really just one… Rancho Viejo. I think I pay their light bill every month.
Quirks about you? I must do things in order. Well, not everything, because I did have a child before I got married. But that’s not what this question is about is it? No, I didn’t think so. I cannot read the third book in a series or the sequel to a movie if I have not read or seen those that came before it. I just can’t. I refuse. If someone gives me a book that is the third in the series, no matter how good it looks, I will have to go and purchase one and two so that I can be in the know, even though when I have finished reading said third book, it really made no difference that I read one and two. This also applies to TV shows. I currently have 8 episodes of Eli Stone on my DVR because I have not had time to watch them in order.
Additionally, I cannot, and I mean I cannot watch an episode of CSI, Law & Order or any of their brands if I miss the first 5 minutes in which the body has been discovered. I can’t. Don’t ask me to. Even if it’s a rerun and I already know how it will end, I cannot watch it.
How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less? Fearfully and wonderfully made in His image.
Any regrets in life? Just one really, as I don’t believe in changing things in life…. but I wish that I would have figured out this whole Jesus thing long before the age of 30. (Which by the way, there will be more on how that happened next week.)
Favorite Charity/ Cause? I don’t really have a favorite. That makes me a horrible person doesn’t it? In addition for my passion of sharing Christ with teens, I guess I would have to say starving children in Africa. Except I don’t have any starving children in Africa. I have one in Guatemala and one somewhere else, but it’s not Africa. In all seriousness, we’ve had a child through Christian Children’s Fund for 5 years (he’s now 
and we recently sponsored one through Compassion. He’s 8 too. And I have an 8 year old. And it’s 2008. I should play the lottery.
Favorite Blog recently? Again, here we go with the favorites. Ugh. Let’s see…. I don’t know. I can tell you that within my feedreader there are a few blogs that I always read and some that I go back and read when I don’t feel like doing what I’m supposed to be doing have time. So I’m going to play it safe and say the NKOTB blog. I’m such a wuss.
Something you can’t get enough of? Comments. Seriously. They brighten my day to think that someone took time out of their day to say hi, or to let me know what they thought of what I said. I also can’t get enough of any thing that is a combination of chocolate and peanut butter. And music. I can never get enough music. I don’t care what it is…. I have to have it. And I have to have it loud! Oh and let’s not forget Jesus. I can’t get enough of Him either!
Worst job you’ve ever had? Medical secretary. I lasted 2 weeks. And it’s the only job that I ever walked out on. It was run by a husband and wife team and they had a broken English accent and they weren’t nice. And it was really hard to transcribe their stuff. They tried one of those computer programs that would transcribe and that was a nightmare. One day she came out and yelled at me in front of all of the patients in the waiting room. She made me feel like an idiot. So, I left a note on the computer monitor letting them know that I was leaving, not coming back and to mail my check to the address that I listed. Surprisingly, they did. I was shocked. Not proud of it by any stretch. My interview at the TV station was that afternoon… and luckily I got the job.
What job would you pay NOT to have? Any of the jobs that are on Dirty Jobs. To be honest, I can’t watch that job. It turns my stomach. I’ve only seen bits and pieces and to this day, I can’t get the image of a man taking eggs and sperm out of fish and breeding them. I shutter still thinking about it.
Additionally, you couldn’t pay me to be a daycare worker. Sorry, I love kids, but not in droves and for long periods of time. Shoot, I have trouble with an 45 minute elementary sunday school class.
If you could be a fly on the wall, where? Hmmm… this is a tough one. But, I would want to be a fly on the wall anywhere that someone has realized that I proved them wrong.
Favorite Bible verse right now? right now? today?
If you don’t know what you’re doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You’ll get his help, and won’t be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who “worry their prayers” are like wind-whipped waves. Don’t think you’re going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open. James 1:5-8
That’s today, but typically, I’m a Jeremiah 29:11 fan.
Guilty Pleasure? Blogging. Isn’t that sad? I’m not a chocolate fan, unless there is peanut butter involved. I’m not a sweets fan either. Unless it’s in front of me. But typically, I don’t buy sweets and I don’t crave them. Except tonight. I had to have something sweet. So I had a piece of key lime pie and sadly, it was less than desirable.
Got any confessions? Not that I’m willing to share… really. It would cross over boundaries. I’m so boring, I know.
If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it? Does it make me old to say that I would want to buy new bedroom furniture? Really, I just want a new bed… king size. I could deal without the dressers… but I would like an armoire. Those things are boring though. No, that’s what I want. Although a MacBook Air would be nice too.
Favorite thing about your house? Uh….. it’s actually about the outside. I love the woods that surround my house. I live in the city, but you would never know it based on the woods here and the deer and the rabbits and the leaves that change colors in the fall. That’s what I love best about it. Oh and the mountains that I can see out of my office window, every day.
Least favorite thing about your house? Where do I start? I hate the way that it’s laid out. It’s much better now that we’ve redone two of the rooms, but it’s not cool. And I hate my stall shower. I want a tub and better water pressure. This house is a lot of work.
One thing you are bad at? Organization. Nuff said.
One thing you’re good at? Thinking big. I used to think that it was a curse. I used to cry, wanting desperately to turn it off. But one day, I realized that this was a gift. Not every one can think like that and so I do try to embrace it. However, if I don’t try to keep it in check, it gets me in a lot of trouble.
If you could change something about your circumstances, what? My first instinct would be to write have a husband, but I changed my mind. I would like to be in a different house. Just a tad bit bigger and not as much of a fixer upper.
Who would you like to meet someday? There are lots of people that I would like to meet. On the famous side, I want to meet NKOTB…. specifically, Donnie. But on the blogger side of things… since I’ve only ever met two bloggers from the mommy community, I would like to meet many, many more. Actually, I’d like to meet any of the mommy bloggers out there.
What makes you feel sexy? Old Navy jeans (the flirt), heeled open toed shoes, make up (green sparkly kind), lip gloss, and sunglasses propped up on the top of my head. Additionally, men’s pajama’s have this weird way of making me feel sexy too.
Who is your real life hero? I left this question for the end thinking that the answer would come to me. But it hasn’t. There are many people that I admire and respect, but I don’t think that I can attach that label to any one right now.
What is the hardest part of your job? It would definately be keeping in the loop and communication. One would think that with the technology that we have, it wouldn’t matter if I was in the building or not, but it does. There are many times that I’m forgotten about… I guess it’s that whole out of sight, out of mind thing. Most of the times I feel like I’m on this island. Most of the time it’s not bad. The other part that ranks right up there is that because I’m not on site at the stations, I don’t get to participate in any of the free events. These might include tickets to a local sporting event, free dinner when the CEO comes into town, or free ice cream every Friday at four during the summer. I keep joking about going for ice cream and expensing it on Friday afternoons, but I haven’t yet.
When are you most relaxed? I don’t think I’m ever relaxed unless I force myself to be. I guess when I’m getting a pedicure. But only if they don’t talk to me. If they talk to me, I’m not relaxed because most of the time, I don’t truly understand them and then I’m worried about REALLY listening to make sure that I can understand what they are saying.
Based on this answer and the one about the worst job I ever had, you might deduce that I am prejudice against foreigners, but I’m not. I just have a hard time with the language barrier. I used to have the same problem when I moved from Philly to the south. But I’ve been here so long, I’m starting to talk like them now.
What stresses you out? Everything. Seriously… I’m a worry wart and bring on way too much stress for myself. But I find that the thing that stresses me out the most is lots of items on my calendar, too many books on my to be read shelf, too many programs saved on the DVR, too many items on my to do list. See a pattern? I have a desire to get it all done, but if it’s remotely overwhelming (whether it’s important or not) then I get stressed. I’m working on it… really.
What can you not live without? Faith. Tried it. Didn’t work. Won’t do that again.
Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists? You know, I dreaded this whole meme because of this one question. I don’t think that we are necessarily narcissists, but that we just want to be heard. By someone. Anyone. Putting it out there on the internet allows someone to feel like they are being heard. At least, that’s how it is for me. Who hears me on a daily basis, and when I say hears me, I mean REALLY hears me? Alot of this stuff that I blog about is just milling around in my head and I can’t call everyone in the world to share these thoughts, nor do I want to. But I can write them and then they are there. I can go back and look to see where I’ve been. I can see change, growth, defeat. I can evaluate things.
But, by putting it out there, you can get other opinions. I can’t tell you how many times strangers have left advice that I’d never heard before and taken and has changed my life. I wouldn’t have gotten that if I hadn’t put it all out there.
And contrary to popular belief, I DON’T tell everyone I meet about this blog. I might mention that I have one and that I love it, but don’t necessarily share WHERE it’s located.
I can’t answer that question. I think it’s 50/50. I don’t think all bloggers are narcissists. But then again, I’m not one to judge others, or at least I try not to be, and I don’t want to make such a blanket statement.
Why do you blog? I like to write, I like to meet new people, and it’s cheaper than therapy. However, sometimes I feel like I need therapy BECAUSE of this blog….lol But there’s all that and then there’s the whole technical aspect of it… I like that, too.
Now I have tag people, GAG. I HATE tagging people, but I will.
• New/ newer bloggers (since we want to share the love and send them traffic)
Grandma’s Zoo and Heather’s Hot Mess
• Bloggy friends
Melissa and Tishia
• Bloggers you’d like to get to know better
Sisters of a Different Order and Frantically Simple
• Bloggers you don’t think will respond, but you hope will
Whatever you want Honey and I Should Be Folding Laundry
Have a GREAT Memorial Day Weekend….
Until next time…
Found this meme over at Second Hand Karl… don’t ask me why I’m doing it… I’m bored, maybe? Oh no, wait… it’s because I over slept and missed church and thought that I would use this time to load up blog posts for the week so that I could remain productive.
photo credit: Beth ♥ s Boston
What does true love mean to you?
Hmmm…. true love? I think, to me, this is when you love someone so much that you would risk your life for them. It’s loving someone despite the times that they hurt you. It’s unconditional. It’s rare.
How do you know if you’re really in love?
Who knows? I’m still trying to figure that all out…lol. No, I’m kidding. I think that you know when you can sit together and be silent and it not be awkward. Moreover, it’s when you can fart in front of someone and not be MORTIFIED. It’s when their annoying little nuances don’t bother you and you start to find them endearing. It’s when you miss them when they are gone and start putting them infront of you…. and not being resentful about it.
How many times in your life have you fallen in love?
I’m embarrassed to say that it’s been more times than I can count. There was a time that I would question whether or not that I was in love AFTER the relationship ended, but the reality of it is, I was. Because if I wasn’t? It wouldn’t have HURT as bad as it did.
Have you ever fell out of true love because you were mad in the moment?
No, but I’ve been accused of doing so. I was told that I flipped my switch after one event, but I had to retort with, “just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. Just because I can’t stand the sight of you right now doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you.” I can be mad at someone and still love them. Shoot, let’s take the last boyfriend… despite the way that he hurt me… despite the fact at the way things ended, I was still in love with him for MONTHS.. and if there was ever a time that I WISH I could flip the switch, that would be the time. And let’s be honest, there’s a big difference between being IN LOVE and LOVING someone.
Do you feel love and physical attraction are the same thing?
No way. I love people that I am not physically attracted to and I am physically attracted to people that I don’t love. I do think that often times, people are blinded by physical attraction and think that they are in love. It’s easy to get caught up there. When i’m unsure, I ask myself, if this person lost a limb or was badly scared or gained 300 pounds, would I still want to be around this person? If the answer is yes, then it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s not just physical attraction.
If your true love became ill or disfigured would you continue to love them the same way?
Gee, maybe I should read all the questions first. I’m so bad about getting ahead of the meme and answering things in other questions that deserve their own answer.
If this person is really my TRUE love, then yes, I would continue to love them in the same way. Sometimes this scares me, as I can be shallow and vain at times. (Confessions!!!) But, like I said before when I can’t determine whether or not I’m in love or lust, this is the question that I ask myself. Sometimes I don’t like the answers.
Should anyone else be able to tell you who to love or not love?
Who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn’t love? Who are you to tell me how I feel in my heart? No offense to anyone who might have told me stuff in the past, but I don’t care if you do know they are going to break my heart, you can’t control how I feel. You just can’t. I can’t flip the switch and stop loving them. Additionally, I can’t turn it on when you introduce me to someone that you think I should love.
I know that people have my best interests in minds, but you don’t control my emotions. Please, by all means offer advice. But don’t tell me who I can and can’t love and don’t stop talking to me because I don’t love who you want me to.
Do you believe people that ended up divorced were ever truly in love?
Yes. I do. But I think they were lacking important keys to making the marriage last. Marriage is work. I used to think that all you needed was love and you would make it far, but I learned that you need more than just love. Love will only take you so far. In fact, one of my boyfriends and I discovered this at the same time. It didn’t matter that we loved one another immensely… we needed more. We both needed to make sacrifices that we weren’t willing to make.
You need more than love to keep a marriage going.
Would you give up something you want for someone you love?
I would like to say yes. Note, that I said I would like. And chances are, because I’m not a confrontational person and because I’m a people person, I probably would… but resentment would follow. I do believe that someone who loves me wouldn’t ask me to give up something that I love.
Like blogging. I would fight the good fight if someone I loved asked me to give up blogging. I would hope that the person I loved would never ask me to give it up, but I probably would, and then I would resent them.
But for the most part, I would would give something up. I’m hoping that the person I love immensely at one point in time tells me that I need to give up dishes… or laundry… or cleaning. I would GLADLY give those up!
If you truly love someone do you feel it should be unconditional?
It should, but is it? Seriously. Is it? I think everything comes with conditions and it sucks. The only unconditional love that I am confident of is that of the love that God has for me and the love that I have for my children. I don’t care WHAT they do, I will ALWAYS love them. I may not like what they are doing, but it won’t change my love for them.
Someone please remind me of this when they are 18.
I’m not tagging anyone…but if you want to play along, please feel free… leave your name in the comments
and I’ll be sure to pop over and check out you answers!
Until next time…
In a house…
on a street…
right here in the Star City of the South as it is affectionately known.
Why, yes… of course I’m talking about Roanoke, VA.
Heard of it before?
Most people haven’t. It’s tucked away in the Blue Ridge Mountains, along the Blue Ridge Parkway… and the Appalachian Trail? You’ve heard of all of these haven’t you?
Ever order from Home Shopping Network? Elizabeth Arden? Orvis? The Company Store? Domestications? There’s a likelihood that you’re either placing your order here in Roanoke OR that you package comes from here.
I have to admit…this was not on my list of places to live. EVER. growing up. I’m a city girl. I thrive on the hustle and bustle, the sights and sounds… and the FOOD of big cities. Like Philadelphia. Because I love love love Philadelphia. In fact, I’m planning on taking the kids this summer, sometime, to go back now that they are older to see the city.
I’ve moved to and from here four times in my life — twice because of my parents and twice on my own. But the last time I moved here, four years ago this June, I finally realized that Roanoke is where I belong. For now.
And I love it here.
Lori at Just Pure Lovely is hosting a “Where Do You Live” Carnival and since I have nothing better to do right now, I thought I would play along…
Here’s where Roanoke is…
Here’s a few pictures from Around Town.
See all the mountains? We actually live in the Valley…
Here it is at night…
And those pictures were taken from up here… our Star that sits on top of Roanoke Mountain and is lit up every night…
Getting a little closer to my home…
Not at that light, but at the next one you’d turn…
And here is my street…. (and the kids walking to get the bus…)
Yes, I do love where I live. And while I’ve had the option to move, I firmly believe that God wants me right here for a reason… although I’m DYING to figure out the reason… And this is home.
And at one point in time, I thought that when the kids were grown and gone that I would pack up and head back to the city, those feelings are diminishing day by day…because this?
This is where my heart is.
It just took me a long time to figure that out.
Until next time…
I’m bored… I’m procrastinating… and Tishia started it… blame her…
Hi, my name is: Heather
But you can call me: anything as long as it’s not late for dinner
Never in my life have I: taken so much time to complete a stupid meme… i started this at 3:30 and it’s now almost midnight
The one person who can drive me nuts is: Samara… but most times I can handle her.
My high school is: (was) Take your pick… Archbishop Prendergast (Prendie) in Drexel Hill, PA, Philadelphia High School for Girls (Girls High) in Philly, and Lord Botetourt in Virginia
When I’m nervous: I talk alot… and really fast… no I mean faster and more than I normally talk. Some people may consider it to sound like a foreign language.
The last song I listened to was: Let It Rise… and the kids and I sang at the top of my lungs as did the kids and I’m sure we woke the neighbors.
If I were to get married right now it would be to: well… that would require a potential… and so moving on…
My hair is: my pride and joy… seriously, i know it sounds vain, but it’s my best feature…next to my eyes.
When I was 4: I lived in Hawaii and I was a brat and I looked just like Sam when she was 4.
Last Christmas: I gave you my heart and the very next day, you gave it away…
I should be: in bed…
When I look down I see: my hands typing this… and my desk that is cluttered…
The happiest recent event was: the NKOTB reunion…
If I were a character on ‘Friends’: Well.. I think I could be a hodge podge of all of them… like I can’t sign without my phlegm (Pheobe), and I’m kinda level headed (Monica), and then I’m kinda like Rachel as well in that sometimes I don’t have my priorities straight…and a little air headed.
By this time next year: still breathing with a roof over my head is about all I’m shooting for right now.
My current gripe is: stupid people… it’s an on going gripe really. Not people that have a disability, but genuine stupid people.
I have a hard time understanding: how I gave birth to two completely different children.
There’s these girls: on my softball team and they rock. I can’t believe the talent that they have… even the first year players!
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: My mom… or Becki… probably Becki and then my mom…and then of course, you all would be the next to know….
I want to buy: a MacBook Air… and a new oven… and a new bed… and a new car… and a new house… but you know? I’ll settle for some new underwear.
Where do you plan to visit: This summer, I’ll go back to Mississippi but this time with the kids… but other than business trips, I’ve got nothing planned.
If you spent the night at my house: You wouldn’t see how messy I am, because the house would be immaculate, except for the clutter that I have. I would wait on you hand on foot. And I would let you sleep in my room on my bed and I would sleep on the couch. And then? We’d battle each other in American Idol and Guitar Hero and I might even let you win. If you’re lucky, I’ll cook for you.
The world could do without: Stupid people.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: New sheets… and I heart them.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Becki bought me makeup and I’m getting the hang of it, I think.
My middle name is: Barbara-Ann… go ahead, start singing.
In the morning I: I stumble out of bed… shuffle to the coffee, turn it on, pee, pour my coffee all while shouting at Samara to get up. I don’t have to do this with Matthew because typically, he’s the one who told me to get up.
Last night I was: goofing around, doing nothing productive. Kinda like tonight.
There’s this guy I know who: super duper funny and cute and likes filet mignon
If I was an animal I’d be a: Emu… because I like to say it. I don’t even know what an Emu is… or maybe, I could be a Gnu. That’s another cool animal word. Becki just told me that Emu’s have a brain the size of a pea and so I think that’s fitting.
A better name for me would be: anything but mom.
Tomorrow I am: going to try to be productive and then I’m going out for coffee
Tonight I am: doing this and on the phone with the BFF and wasting space.
My birthday is: January 9th
I got this from: Tishia
Until next time..
At least here it is…
And, this coming from someone who once thought people who are tofu were… well, weird.
Are you tired about hearing about my cooking? Get over it! I’m so completely in love with this cooking thing, primarily because I’m doing it… not only that, but somewhat well!
Anywho, I got a recipe from a gal at church and I made it with peppers and onions… and some spices, and garlic..
Matthew, who told me he didn’t like peppers and onions, came in the kitchen and said, “What smells so good?”
As he looked on into the skillet, he spied the peppers and onions and then watched me add the tofu. “I’m making myself some lunch. It’s tofu.”
He asked what it was and I replied, “something vegetarians eat, I thought I would try it.” I really wasn’t in the mood for yet another PB&J with 100% all natural PB & J on Ezekial bread. I still love it, but I wanted something different.
He asked if he could try it. He had already finished his lunch, but I said yes. And he did.
And he liked it.
And so did I.
So, tonight, I got adventurous… a friend told me I could marinate it in soy sauce, so I did… and then I added some green peppers and onions and the tofu and stir fried it all up and put it over brown rice…
See?
Yes, stir fry is best complimented by baked potatoes… didn’t you know that?
Ok, so my presentation needs a little work, but it was yummy!
Matthew loved it, every bit of it… and because he found out that tofu was so rich with protein, he asked me if I would make it the way I made it for lunch yesterday, for breakfast in the morning…because he’s got testing… and I happily said yes.
I even have to get up a little bit earlier since this will take just a tad longer than his normal PB and banana smoothie. And I’m excited.
Do you know the last time I made my kids breakfast in the morning? I can’t tell you when….
But tonight was day 10 of home cooked meals.
And last night? I made my own spaghetti sauce.. from scratch!
Can you believe it?
I know! Neither can I!
Until next time…
Heather
It’s not hard to think of what I want to toot about today…
Sunday was my first youth group where I led the group myself. I had Sunday School and Sunday evening and I was nervous. I came up with the lessons myself, and found a great set of lessons called Googling God which talks about the technology in teens’ lives today. Sunday morning we talked about music and Sunday evening we talked about TV and movies… we’ll cover MySpace, Texting, Video games, and parents by the time we finish the series.
Like I said, I was nervous… but the kids listened… to me… they were interested in what I was telling them. And the Youth Pastor that is considering joining us to fill in for our departing youth pastor was there… which also made me nervous… but he actually came up to me after the lesson and told me that he was impressed! With me and what I had found to share with the teens!
I’m not ready by any stretch of the means to lead this group on my own, but it’s nice to know that I can do it when I need to.
So there’s my toot…
oh and I beat my ultimate high score on Guitar Hero II last night… 209,555 on Free Bird… and my son will stop at nothing to figure out how to beat me.
Until next time…
Heather
I saw this today over at Tishia’s place and thought that I would play along… I believe that you should toot your own horn every once in awhile, and after just posting about how I feel like a failure, perhaps this will boost me up a little bit.
Last week I made station visits in Missouri and Mississippi and while working wit a trainer from one of our outside vendors, he mentioned to the big man that the company has a Market 40 Research Director in Market 137.
If you’re not familiar with market/DMA ranks there are 210 of them and they go by population. For example, 1 is New York… 4 is Philly… 67 is here in Roanoke… Jackson, MS is 90…and 137 is Columbia-Jefferson City. The lower your rank, the bigger market you are.
So, for me, that was a huge compliment.
For the record, market 40 is Birmingham, Alabama… and I have no desire to move there…
Now… go toot your own horn…
Until next time…
Heather
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