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Guilty Pleasures

February 20th, 2007 / Categories: Moose Nuggets / 4 Comments »

 

 

 

  

Guilt
What is yours?
Explain yourself
Culinary: jalapeno cheese dip it is sooooo good – and I eat WAY too much – so I make sure we don’t buy it too often
Literary: trashy novels – not romances, though – hate ’em I actually LOVE to read – just about anything – except Mitchener – can’t stand him either
Audiovisual: Texas Hold ’em Poker and Deal or No Deal what IS it about watching other people win money anyway?
Musical: I pretty much listen exclusively to Christian music – but if push came to shove – I love the Beatles’ early work hubby listens exclusively to the OLDIES – moldy and tattered that they are – and it drives me BONKERS!
Celebrity: Patrick Swayze he comes to our town occasionally and stays at a nearby B&B – I confess to walking by said B&B in the hopes of seeing him and Tom Cruise (this, of course was many years ago and PRIOR to TC going bonkers himself)

 

 

Now I tag:- Lessa, Lisa, Mother, Linky (just because) and Dan (also just because)

and anyone else who cares to join in – and, thanks, Faith, for sharing courtesy of Joe Flirt.

Meme generator for this post is here.

 

it’s true

February 19th, 2007 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets / Comments Closed

Lessa is a better writer . . . at least in this competition. 😉

Congratulations, Lessa! I’m proud of you.

:moose: 

 

Reading List Update

February 19th, 2007 / Categories: Moose Nuggets, Reading List / 2 Comments »

I have worked my way through the bag of books brought in by my boss. Here are the latest titles I’ve added to my 2007 reading list. By the way, my boss LOVES southern flavor and most of the titles I have read from her books are set in the south. Just an interesting little tidbit.

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Ladybug is 6!

February 18th, 2007 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets / Comments Closed

Happy birthday little Ladybug! Miss Kinzie, you are loved mightily and greathly and with all abandon by your Nana and Paw-Paw W.

Thank you for being a bright star in our lives.

Thank you, too, for carrying on a tradition that your Nana unwittingly started with your auntie Lessa.

A very long time ago (not for me, but for you, because you are so much younger) your Nana was going to have her first baby. And your Nana’s Grandma Abbott (that would be your Great-Great-Grandma Abbott) had a birthday coming up on February 16th. As the days came closer she was so very sure that your Auntie Lessa would be born on her special day.

I even fell down the second story wrought iron icy steps on the way to take Grandma Abbott some home-made soup and she thought SURE that would make your Auntie Lessa be born on HER (77th) birthday. But, even falling down steps would not make Auntie Lessa come a day sooner than SHE chose to come.

And, even though your Nana stayed pretty busy on Grandma Abbott’s birthday, cleaning house, washing the floors and clothes and dishes and anything else that could stand to be washed . . . even THAT did not make your Auntie Lessa come on Grandma Abbott’s special day.

Nope! Labor didn’t start until just after midnight, which, of course was February 17th! That, of course, assured Auntie Lessa of having her very own birthday.

Much the same thing happened when your Mama became pregnant with you, little one. Auntie Lessa got all sorts of excited because she was SURE that you would be born on  HER 31st birthday.

You sure fooled her, huh? You have your very own, your own special-ist day . . . and that is today, the 18th.

Happy birthday, my girl!

love, Nana

:moose:

What would you do?

February 16th, 2007 / Categories: Alaska, MEN!, Moose Nuggets / 5 Comments »

if this were your daughter? Or if this were your son? 

Yesterday I learned of a 12 year old sixth grader in a nearby school who received flowers for Valentine’s day while at school.

nice, right?

She thought so, too, and spent the next several periods showing them off and telling everyone who would listen where she had gotten them – and who had given them to her.

He’s a junior at the school next door! A junior! That makes him at LEAST sixteen years old, and probably seventeen years old. He is at least four years older than she – most likely five years older.

What is her mother thinking? What is this boy thinking? No, don’t answer that last question because, while I am much older, I still remember and can figure what he is thinking.

I wish I could look him in the eye and tell him one thing: son, if that IS what you are thinking – and if you are DOING what you are thinking – you need to know this – it is a jailable offense!

Now, get your head out of your pants and date girls your own age.

At least until she is 18 and can make up her own mind about how old her date is.

 

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