You have till midnight tonight to enter to win the Valentine tea towel, totally free of charge, all you need to do is whisper sweet nothings in my ear through comments or email! One line, one story, one life.
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New York City
Dinner, a show, a walk, whatever then an overnight stay in a fancy hotel with all the trimmings. It’s OK to dream….
I found another site I just love.
I would love to meet the creator. He weaves a story of a lady at a bus stop and how he fantasizes a conversation with her only to have her actually speak to him and go no where.
He thinks a lot like me and I have to wonder sometimes if we all don’t think that way, we’re just to scared to show it.
I once heard that on average humans think of sex at least four times in an hour. I often wonder who does these tests and what purpose they serve. There must be a reason we need to know these things.
Maybe we are bored?
Well then click the link and go exploring, you won’t be bored anymore.
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You will never guess who entered to win the Valentine’s Day contest! Somebody has to give him/her some compitition! Send me some love people!
*Roughly 400 people visit me in a week. Delurk and send me some lovin’! I double dog dare ya!
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Amazon has the cutest retro-ish valentine cards. I bought three packs for my twins to give at school. They don’t have superheros on them, they don’t have candy but they are the most cutastic cards I have seen since I was a girl! Go on, check them out!
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As I was driving down an old country road I hadn’t been down in ages I brought up some memories that have gone by the wayside. His name was Dan and I think of him from time to time. I remember the day he and his friend pulled up the driveway in an old beat up green Chevy truck and how I climbed in to meet his smiling face. I could spend the rest of my life climbing into that truck over and over. That look like a little boy is forever engraved in my memory because he looked so happy to just be loved. It was a warm early summer day and it was set before us wide and welcoming. We could do anything, go anywhere and we were doing it together without a watchful eye dictating right from wrong. My favorite part is when he settled his head on my shoulder and gazed up at me while he sang out the words to some forgotten country tune. It said everything about what he wanted from me and it was so much to give at my young age. Not long after that day he packed his bag and went off to basic training in what to me was a far away land. He wrote me a letter nearly everyday for weeks and I have since lost them to the hands of time. How I wish I could read about the days of my younger years and conjure up the past to reminisce.
While he was away my now X husband managed to cultivate a love from me and when Dan returned I was with child. He showed up to see me after months of separation to find that I had moved on unable to wait for him. How awful that must have been for him. But being young we let it go and our paths parted forever. I often wonder what could have been. It’s only natural to think about it now and again. Those letters and the days of fishing by the waters longing only to be together are but a warm memory to take along in this huge heart I have to fill. If our paths should ever cross I would be all ears to hear of the life he has lead without me but until that time I will go with the old but true saying that
It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
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Plinky is a new form of time wasting I discovered through Mighty Girl. It asks a question and you answer it. Pretty simple, it’s brand spankin’ new and I like how you can meet new people through it. I have a feeling I will be adding it to my list of favorite ways to blow time along with Stumble Upon. I can kill so much time clicking the little green icon whole days could pass and I wouldn’t even know it. One thing that many rave over is Twitter and I signed up and looked around and haven’t been back. It is way too time consuming for me and fact is I don’t know anyone who cares what I am doing this very minute. I lead a somewhat dull life in the winter time, so it wouldn’t be very exciting.
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On Friday I didn’t have anything pressing to do and I was itching for quite some time to get out and smell the roses so we loaded up with hats and mittens and fishing gear and set off for the local hole. If you recall I mentioned that I received a bright and shiny purple rod for Christmas. This was it’s maiden voyage to the waters and I was praying that it would get some action. And it did. Typically I tend to use the shorter rods because that is what I am more comfortable with but this one it is something like ten feet long and I felt a little intimidated by it’s size. OK it’s actually more like six foot. Long story short I caught a sucker and two trout. The sucker was an accident, well they all were really. The trout were caught in fast water so it was a hit and miss sort of thing and I only actually landed one trout the other got itself twisted up in debris and broke off. But I got some action, that’s a big deal. And I learned alot because hubby for the first time ever made it all about me. He watched me and coached me and hardly even touched his rod. That’s huge, he love’s to fish and I can’t imagine being there and not fishing. I love the new rod, I love it with all it’s purplish length. We are a perfect fit.
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I have a confession to make. I kind of, sort of, might love Valentine’s Day. Maybe. It’s not like me to be all gushy and frankly there are times people in love make me want to vomit rainbows but I like Valentines’ Day. I miss the days of our youth when every one had a special box or lunch bag to receive notes of love from everyone in the class. I remember sitting at home with my stash of cards selecting specific ones for each person making sure that what it said fit the way I thought of that person just right.
But now I am an adult, I no longer get tokens of love and mushiness from others my age. I do get them from my children which I display proudly till the paper is faded and the glue has crumbled. So this year I decided when I saw valentine candy displayed the very day after Christmas that I would have a giveaway and the lucky winner would get my very special Valentine dish towel and a crocheted sponge.
Do you like? Here is how to get it.
- The winner of the towel is the one that woo’s me with the best love story. It can be the story of how you met your spouse or all about your first love. It could also be fictional or your fantasy. Anything goes as long as it’s romantic and mushy and makes me want to vomit rainbows.
- You must be willing to give me your address to send it to. I promise not to stalk.
- You can leave your story in comments or if it is lengthy you can send it to my email stickydoorknobs@gmail.com
- I will post the winner’s story on Valentine’s Day!
So come on and let’s have some fun!
I haven’t reflected on the Christmas season.
I had little spirit once it came down to the final days. I couldn’t wait to get it all over with. It was plain stressful. I was content with the end of my business adventure, we did well. We could have done better, we needed more help. We were swamped to the point that we couldn’t fulfill our plans to their fullest. There is always next year. We came out of it with plans to keep moving into the next season though, spring. As of today we were given an opportunity to make non-christmas related centerpieces for a local bar/restaurant. We are building and that is great. But I will admit I was sick to death of the freezing temp work environment in the end. The layers of clothes. The odd and difficult hours.
On Christmas day I was presented with a gift, actually wrapped, from my husband. A fly rod just for me. Then my family endulged me in my love of dinner plates, dessert plates and cups and saucers in the exact color I had been wishing for. I was treated well.
The children were satisfied with Santa and they had no inkling how incredibly straining it was for him to follow through. I sat in the glow of the tree wrapping the last of the presents Christmas Eve absorbed with how truly blessed we all were.
It was a Christmas not to be forgotten in my mind. I can only hope they all will turn out so well. Hopefully better with each passing one.
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So there is this blogger named Merri and she was gracious enough to hand out an award to me! What a wonderful thing for her to do seeing as I am a very bad blogger of late. I up and switched shops, I rarely visit and now I post more sporadically than Mother Nature doles out visits from Aunt Flo. Life is crazy and you know that you have a true friend when they stick it out with you through times like this,
So I proudly present you with my BFF Card….
And I will hand one out to the three other wonderful bloggers who haven’t given up on me…
Adam (He’s even worse than me, but he does post occasionally and he never forgets me!)
Spo (As regular as a daily poop.)
Doug (Can’t say enough about bugs and cheese, I visit so I can be jealous!)
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I also volunteered to do a MEME! I know right?
I am to take the letter B (she didn’t assign it to me but she assigned it to someone so I went ahead with that) and name 10 things I LOVE! LOVE people, this is a chore…..
THEN if you so choose to complete this complex puzzle I am to assign you a letter in the comments section and so on and on and on and on and on and on.
I now present you with my list of B’s…
- Burt’s Bees, anything containing beeswax I LOVE BEES. ( I had three hives once.)
- Blue Moon Beer, my New Years’ Eve pick.
- Butterfllies
- Babies (I want to hold every single one I see, even the ugly ones.)
- Books
- Bacon
- Bed
- Birthday Cake (Even better without the birthday!)
- Breathing (K, I’m drawing straws here…)
- Big Bottomless Bathtubs!
Man that was tough. Are you man enough?
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So far so good.
This has been such fun. A couple highlights shall we?
The very first day of work was to paint up a handful of signs. I love to paint, I love the way it fits in my hand. Big or little I feel such power in a paintbrush. Like how it would feel to paint the colors of the flowers and the sky. It could be anything. But I was stuck with red, green and black. I never did get back to paint the wreaths on them. You see my business partner was feeling ill that day. She ended up depositing her lunch in the flower bed and going inside to fall asleep in her coat and boots. It’s already funny.
So I finished the signs myself and rushed home to deal with my other life, I got one side painted and they are great! Then the next day I sat. I waited and waited for that Fed Ex guy. He came at eight thirty at night. We were just so bummed, an entire day shot to hell. Then the big day, we set up our table turned on our lights and proceeded to whip out a total of 7 wreaths in four hours. I stood at the door and scratched my head, surely I’m going to have to pick up the pace a bit here. That’s like, well that’s just nuts. So I went home fed the troops, did the dishes, threw in some laundry and got everyone bathed. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that tiny pile of wreaths in that cold dark barn. I had to go make more. So I piled on layer after layer and off I went, I think I got seven more done. It was crushing to think we had two days to do 150 rings, there was just no way with one machine. So Friday we set to work and finally I had gotten faster, she had mapped out what was needed to be cut and we formed the best wreath making team in the world. Really we did. But it still wasn’t fast enough. I again went home, fed the troops, and right back out the door. This time with TWO extra pairs of hands. Now we had someone to cut trees, feed kids, strip trees and bring us beer. At the end of the night I picked up my can and I got a mouth full of slushy beer. Just the way I like it but it meant I was withstanding the 24 degree cold too. (I shivered just thinking about it.) Then back home, after a careful drive in slick icy conditions, in bed by midnight only to rise at seven and get back on the road. But this time we had THREE extra pairs of hands. It was such a relief. My oldest found us a radio and cranked up a station of just Christmas tunes. We laughed. We worked. We bitched about our feet aching. Our tree cutter left for a little while to help fix someones leak and while he was gone we ran out of trees. Oh the horror! My oldest grabbed the funny looking saw, I forget what you call that thing, and went to the center of the patch for the biggest one he could find. He drug that puppy up to the barn and we were back in business. But while we waited for that to be trimmed he walked up to the house and brought me a hot dog, I had requested ketchup but he had forgot it. I said, “You’re never gonna believe this,” and I whipped out a packet of ketchup that was stashed in my coat. We roared over that one. We told other jokes and we planned out intricate practical jokes. I danced on purpose and I danced just trying to get to an itch, and everyone laughed both times. The very last wreath we made was a 36 inch frame and it took an entire tree! Amazing.
This is life. This is what I needed. I’m liking it.
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