The Other Side of Me


Iva - 20
The Man Beast - 18


Twelve Turtle Years Together

Praying for Fifty More

Until next time...

Clean Up, Clean Up

After putting up with slower-than-molasses computer using, I decided to reformat my laptop. But first, I had to transfer files from my computer to The Man Beast's.

TMB was good enough to create a folder on my desktop called 'To Transfer' (that Man Beast...he's so creative with names, isn't he?). He then told me to put everything I wanted transferred into that folder.

Easy peasy, right?

Well, it would have been except for the fact that I haven't backed up my computer in several...um...years. Two to be exact. But in Computer Land, two years is a long time. In fact, my Dell Inspiron 1501 is practically ancient. But it suits it's purpose and even though I'd love a new computer, this one will do.

After looking through hundreds of pictures, tons of documents (many of them my own work from my homeschooling days), and some slide show movies, that folder was over 14 gigs. Total transfer time: 4 hours. Ooops.

Today, while the kiddos and I were at church, The Man Beast reformatted my computer. But I couldn't get on it right away. No way.

Next came the installation of the various programs. Then TMB decided he wanted to download Linux and install it onto the PS3. That was an eight hour download, so we had to conserve bandwidth. That meant no surfing for Iva.

Long story short, Linux didn't exactly work (he's going to try again tonight after we go to bed). So, I've spent that past couple of hours deleting 4,000 emails from gmail so that I could import them to Thunderbird (didn't work), importing my address book (worked) , my bookmarks(worked) and my RSS feeds (didn't work). I figure a 50% success rate on importing material isn't too shabby.

And as far as my hundreds of pictures - I'll keep those on TMB's computer and use his burner to burn them to disk.

My goal is to keep this lovely, ancient dinosaur as clean as possible. We'll see how long it lasts.

Oh, FYI, for those who might not already know, Thunderbird is a Mozilla product. It's a free mail client that is very similar to Outlook (not Outlook Express). I use Mozilla's other product, their web browser: Firefox. It is tons faster than Internet Explorer ever thought of being and all the computer geeks says its more secure. Whatever that means. All I know is the interface is almost exactly like Internet Explorer - right down to the tabbed browsing - and is super fast.

I'm all about fast. I'm a very impatient person. Check it out: www.mozilla.com

Until next time...

Miracle League

This morning, bright and early this morning, Baby Gurl, The Boy and I went with Baby Gurl's Girl Scout Troop to help with the Miracle League. I'm sure all of you reading this have a Miracle League in your community, even if it goes by a different name. Miracle League is a baseball league for the physically and mentally disabled.

The three of us acted as buddies to two of the players (Baby Gurl, being so small, tag-teamed with mama to help).

It was an awesome experience! For those who don't know, I work as a paraprofessional (teacher's aid) in a self-contained extreme and profound handicapped classroom. My life has been blessed by the four people in my class. I am thankful that my children are exposed to those who are less fortunate than they.

Helping out people who are less fortunate - either by lack of income, physically or mentally - is a great way to take the focus off yourself. Today, Baby Gurl's and my mantra became: It's not about me.

I feel blessed to work with such special people. I am thankful that my kids are exposed to these wonderful people and get to know them as they truly are: people just like them with special needs.

I urge y'all to get involved. It starts out as an opportunity to help others. But what you end up walking away with a blessing and an understanding bigger than you ever thought possible.

Until next time...

I Make No Apologies


He'd say you've got to stand for something
or you'll fall for anything.

"You've Got to Stand For Something", Aaron Tippin 1991



As I shared over in Life According to Iva, I am a Yankee. (Is there a 12-step program for this?) It is what it is and I just can't help it. However, after being in Georgia for eight years, I'm evolving (this is the only time you'll read about evolution on this blog, rest assured!) I have compiled a list of why I love being a Yankee in South East Georgia:

  1. We believe in God. I know a lot of you reading this (who are unfortunate enough not to live in GA) believe in God, too. But you don't understand - we believe in God. We don't keep God confined to church on Sunday mornings, Sunday nights and Wednesday nights (we're Baptists, after all). We keep Him everywhere. Last night, we had prayer before the PTA meeting at a public school. The ACLU would have a field day with us.
  2. We believe that the Bible is the infallible word of God. Our sermons aren't always head pats and tummy rubs. They always preach the Truth. This means that they don't change regardless of who is in office. The Ten Commandments hold just as true today as they did when God gave them to Moses.
  3. We believe in guns. The turtle house doesn't own a gun - yet. But we plan to. Don't tell the Man Beast I told you this, but he's never shot a gun. Really. And guess what else? I have. (Shooting at bread in a pond counts, right?) Georgians defend what is theirs. Moreover, they shoot (and eat) whatever God puts in front of them. Fish. Deer. Bear. It's all fair game. (Oh, I made a funny!)
  4. We believe that abortion is murder. Period.
  5. We believe that the death penalty is not.
  6. No, we do not believe that this is hypocritical.
  7. We say 'Sir' and 'Ma'am'. Our children do not say, "What?" when you call them; they say, "Ma'am?" or "Sir?" I didn't realize how used to this I was until I went home to VA for Christmas a couple of years ago. It's a true sign of respect. In some circles, we take it a step further and call elders by their first name and a title (Miss Iva or Mr. Jack). The respect is still there, but it's a bit less formal.
  8. We have rednecks. I know a lot of y'all have rednecks (there are, for example, rednecks in PA - who knew?). But y'all don't beat us Georgia rednecks. We are awesome (yes, I just included me ... a Yankee ... in to this category). Rednecks are loyal, laid back and loud. Just like the Man Beast's people. (Oh, did I mention that all of TMB's people are Yankee's, too? All of us, with the exception of Bean Pole, JayBaby, The Boy and BabyGurl were born in CA. BP and The Boy were born in VA - Yankees. JayBaby and BabyGurl - GA! In the same hospital! Woot!) But make no mistake about it - country don't mean dumb. (Tummy rubs for whoever can name that line).
  9. We cook with butter. Paula Deen's restaurant is in Savannah, y'all.
  10. We've got awesome weather. Okay, not really - at least in the traditional sense. We don't have four seasons down here like regular folks. And I can't say we don't get snow because Atlanta just got some not too long ago. We've got humidity - lots of humidity. We've got bugs - big bugs. Still, there is something to be said about being able to wear a tshirt and jeans on Christmas day. I really do love the fact that we have a very short winter. Here it is the end of March and we're getting 80 degree weather. Gotta love that!
And because I wear my heart on my sleeve, I have to give the following disclaimer lest you all say mean things to me: My list is broad generalizations. They apply to me. My people. My friends. My circle. Certainly the whole state doesn't fit my whole list.

Just most of us.

Until next time...

Thursday Thinker

One Sunday morning an Old Cowboy entered a Church just before services were to begin. Although the Old Man and his clothes were spotlessly clean, he wore jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were very worn and ragged. In his hand he
carried a worn out old hat and an equally worn out Bible.

The Church he entered was in a very upscale and exclusive part of the city. It was the largest and most beautiful Church the Old Cowboy had ever seen. The people of the congregation were all dressed with expensive clothes and
accessories.

As the Cowboy took a seat, the others moved away from him. No one greeted, spoke to, or welcomed him. They were all appalled at his appearance and did not attempt to hide it.

As the Old Cowboy was leaving the church, the Preacher approached him and asked the Cowboy to do him a favor.

'Before you come back in here again, have a talk with
God and ask him what he thinks would be appropriate attire for worship.'

The Old Cowboy assured the Preacher he would.

The next Sunday, he showed back up for the services wearing the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots, and hat.

Once again he was completely shunned and ignored.

The Preacher approached the man and said, 'I thought I
asked you to speak to God before you came back to our
Church.

'I did,' replied the Old Cowboy.

'If you spoke to God, what did he tell you the proper attire should be for worshiping in here?' asked the Preacher.

'Well, Sir, God told me that He didn't have a clue what I should wear. He said He'd never been in this particular Church before.'


aka The Jean-Wearin' Church Gurl

Turn Up The Music Part II

In yesterday's post, I explained how music really speaks to me. I wrote about Point of Grace and their song, "Heal the Wound" and second chances. I also mentioned that the reason I bought my CD in the first place was because of two songs - one being Heal the Wound and the second one being 'How You Live'.
Wake up to the sunlight with your windows open
Don't hold in your anger or leave things unspoken
Wear your red dress use your good dishes
Make a big mess and make lots of wishes
Have what you want, but want what you have
And don't spend you life looking back

Turn up the music Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

So go to the ballgames and go to the ballet
And go see your folks more than just on the holidays
Kiss all your children Dance with your wife
Tell your husband you love him every night
Don't run from the truth cause you can't get away
Oh no
Just face it and you'll be ok

Turn up the music Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

Where ever you are and wherever you've been
Now is a time to begin

So give to the needy and Pray for the grieving
Even when you don't think that you can
Cause all that you do is bound to come back to you
So think of your fellow man
And make peace with God and Make peace with yourself
Oh yeah
Cause in the end there's nobody else

Turn up the music Turn it up Loud
Take a few chances Let it all out
Because you won't regret it
Looking back from where you have been
Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

Because it's not who you knew and it's not what you did
It's how you Live

How You Live, Point of Grace 2007

Before I bought the CD when this song would come on the radio, Baby Gurl would beg me to 'turn up the music'. (We here in the turtle household play our music - all of our music - very loud). I'm not sure why Baby Gurl likes the song so much - like her mama, she's really drawn to female voices. But here lately, when she hears a song, I can tell she's really listening to the lyrics because she'll ask about them. (Which in turn, makes me ever more diligent about listening to music I don't mind my Baby Gurl analyzing!)

To me, this song is an extension of Heal the Wound. God's grace heals us of our past transgressions - but life is for the living. Interestingly enough, one of POG's members sites this as her favorite Scripture verse:
II Tim. 1:7 "For God did not give us the spirit of fear, but of power, love and sound mind."
~ Leigh Cappillino


Ah! Don't you just love it? Permission to live in a Godly and joyful way! NIV puts it this way: For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.

It's easy to just 'go through the motions'. But that's not how we're supposed to live. We're supposed to grab life and and live it.

If God is for us, who can be against us?

Nobody.

Until next time...

Turn Up The Music Part I

A couple of weeks ago, I went old school: I bought a music CD. I know, I know. Do they even sell those anymore? Yes, they most assuredly do sell CDs.

I bought Point of Grace's, How You Live. WalMart had several POG albums. I bought the most expensive one ($15). The Man Beast asked why I didn't buy the $8 CD. The $8 CD didn't have the two songs I wanted. (Yes, I paid $15 for two songs. I could have gone onto WalMart.com and bought both songs for $1.98. But, just like I'm a sucker for books - the old school variety, not ebooks, I am also a sucker for CDs. There just haven't been any CDs I really wanted until POG.)

Songs have always spoken to me. One of my favorite POG songs is 'How You Live' (I'll explain why tomorrow). But it wasn't until I attended a Women's Conference at my church last summer that I heard the song that really spoke to me: 'Heal the Wound'.
I used to wish that I could rewrite history
I used to dream that each mistake could be erased
Then I could just pretend
I never knew me back then

I used to pray that You would take this shame away
Hide all the evidence of who I've been
But it's the memory of
The place You brought me from
That keeps me on my knees
And even though I'm free

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
I don't take pride in what I bring
But I'll build an altar with
The rubble that You've found me in
And every stone will sing
Of what You can redeem

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

Don't let me forget
Everything You've done for me
Don't let me forget
The beauty in the suffering

Heal the wound but leave the scar
A reminder of how merciful You are
I am broken, torn apart
Take the pieces of this heart
And heal the wound but leave the scar

Heal the Wound, Point of Grace 2007

God willing, I will never go back to live in FL. As horrible as the experience was - and Lord knows I don't ever want to repeat it - Heal the Wound reminds me of God's grace. I will always have the scars of Florida - but I can learn from the mistakes I made and remember His grace and His mercy.

We all have past regrets. And I'm pretty sure that we all wish we could go back and tell our former selves a thing or two (or three or four!) about what we've learned or why what we're about to do is a very, very bad idea. But the truth is, despite all the mistakes we've made in the past, it shapes who we are now.

This past Sunday, I talked to my students in church about second chances. Everybody gets a second chance (God is pretty awesome that way). But not everyone takes their second chance. I'm glad The Man Beast and I took our second chance. And I pray that while my kids will make their mistakes, they won't make my mistakes.



Thanking God for his Grace, every day...

The Little Red Hen

If a man will not work, he shall not eat.
2 Thessalonians 3:10

(Iva's Note: The following story is an updated version of The Little Red Hen from my pastor last Sunday, verbatim. I took creative liberty in adding punctuation - being the English nerd that I am - in order to improve readability.

On a side note, lately, my pastor's messages have really rocked me to the core. I suppose Preacher Man isn't doing his job if he's not convicting his congregation. I plan on doing a Sunday series on the really good sermons. Stay tuned. His message to the congregation is worth sharing with all of you.)



THE LITTLE RED HEN

Now, there's a modern little red hen and I want to tell you about that little red hen that is living during the days of the Obama Presidency.

Once upon a time there was a little red hen who scratched about in the barnyard until she discovered some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors and said, "If we plant this wheat we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"
Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck,
"Not I," said the pig,
"Not I," said the goose,
"Then I will plant it myself", said the little red hen, and she did.

The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain.
"Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen?
"Not I," said the duck, "out of my classification."
"Against the labor union rules," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
"Then I will reap it myself," said the little red hen, and she did.

At last came time to bake the bread,
"Who will help me to bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
"Oh, that would be overtime for me," said the cow.
"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
"I'm a dropout and never learned how, " said the pig.
"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination." said the goose.
"Then I will," said the little red hen.

She baked five loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see.
They all wanted some and in fact, demanded a share, but the little red hen said no, I can eat the five loaves myself.

"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalistic leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the Goose
And the pig just grunted. They painted unfair picket signs and marched round and round the little red hen shouting obscenities.

When the government agent came he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy."
"But I earned the bread!" said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent, "that's the wonderful free enterprise system,
anybody in the barnyard can have as much as he wants, but under our modern government regulations,
the productive workers must divide their product with the idle."
They continued to live including the little red hen who smiled and continued on,
but her neighbors wondered why she never baked any more bread.

Something is happening in America that is very un-American.

Six days shalt thou labor and the Bible says that a man who will not work is not worthy and if he will not work neither should he eat.

(Iva's Post Note: To my knowledge, ours is one of the few countries that rewards laziness and punishes those who work hard. I am not rich, but I do not believe that the answer to our country's problem is over-taxing the rich.)


Until next time...

Pride Rears It's Ugly Head

(To read my story click here, here and here)

My co-worker, MA, asked my why The Man Beast and I didn't ask for help. To be honest, I stared blankly at her for a few beats.

Did it occur to us for ask for help? No.

But truthfully, looking back, I think pride kept us from asking for help. Were there people we could have called to help us? Chances are, yes. My family is not rich by any means, but I'm pretty sure that had they known exactly what we were going through exactly when we were going through it, they would have moved heaven and earth in an effort to help.

But it's only now, seven years later, that I realize that help did come. Yes, we had a few people come in our path to help us indirectly, but I think it was my MIL who moved in swiftly, did what she had to do, and saved our pride all in one fell swoop. (It's safe to say that by this time, our self-esteem and pride were pretty much in the gutter. What she did for us was kick awesome).

You see, my family is a bit different from others. My married-to-family, that is (meaning: The Man Beast's people - his people by chance, my people by choice). They are loyal to the end. They are real and they make no apologies for it. They are wonderful, and I love them.

But my MIL (and it took me a few years to really 'get her') is not the openly touchy feely person. If you need help, she'll help you...but it won't be until after you receive her help and think on it that it dawns on you that she's helped.

And it's this understanding that's finally dawning on me - seven years later (I'm a little slow). She came down there and saw her boy was in trouble. So what does she do? She suggests we move up to GA, closer to her. She tells us that things are going pretty good up there and I think she might have thrown in there that she missed us - but maybe not because that's not her way.

We moved up here on her birthday that February. I was already preggers with Baby Gurl (we told her once we got up here one afternoon at a skating rink. Funny thing: she wasn't surprised. She said she had a feeling. She had a feeling not too long ago. She thought it was me. Imagine her surprise when it was Monster Mama!)

It's hard to believe that we've been here eight years. Eight years! The Man Beast and I celebrate twelve years together this month. That means that we've spent more than half of our married life here in GA. There have been some rough times, sure. But we've stuck by one another.

After all, The Man Beast's people don't give up.

Until next time...

It's Been a Good Week

Hopefully, I'm not posting this too soon - but it has been a good week.

First, I found out a week ago that I had won Muzbeecrazy's Cheerio Giveaway! I received the package this week - a fruit and banana holder, two cereal bowls, a loaf pan and a coupon for a free box of the new Banana Nut Cheerios! (Click here for a picture)

Second, my local credit union has been busy revamping their website. Because I feel it's always important to tell a business when you are happy with them and the services they provide, I emailed them and told them that I thought the new website looked great! Imagine my surprise when I get an email on Wednesday telling me that my comment had been entered into a drawing and I was the lucky winner of a $50 cash prize!

Third, the weather in SE GA has just been wonderful! You really couldn't ask for greater weather. It's warm-even border-line humid-but without the bugs. It's great!

So, while I'm posting this a day early - I hope y'all have a terrific Friday and enjoy your weekend!

Until next time...

Horizontal Yo-Yo Meets LOLCatz

funny pictures of cats with captions


Until next time...

God's Rules for 2009

Rules from God for 2009
1. Wake Up !!
Decide to have a good day.
"Today is the day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it"
Psalms 118:24
2. Dress Up !!
The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks. "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance; but the Lord looks at the heart."
I Samuel 16:7

3. Shut Up!!
Say nice things and learn to listen. God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking. "He who guards his lips guards his soul." Proverbs 13:3

4. Stand Up!!...
For what you believe in. Stand for something or you will fall for anything.. "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10
5. Look Up !!...
To the Lord.
"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me."

Philippians 4:13


6. Reach Up !!...
For something higher. "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, And He will direct your path."
Proverbs 3:5-6

7. Lift Up !!...
Your Prayers.
"Do not worry about anything;
Instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING."

Philippians 4:6


Until next time...

New Word Sunday: Tenacity



According to Merriam Webster online, the definition of tenacious is : persistent in maintaining, adhering to, or seeking something valued or desired.

For everyone else - the picture above is a great definition of tenacity.

Once again, I spent the majority of the day looking at blog options. I *might* use a designer. But until I make up my mind about that, I wondered what I could do on my own. Thanks the the Internet and Google (although I use Swag Bucks), one can find out how to do most anything - if one's tenacious enough.

I was.

But...

This cool background that you see in the picture won't play well with Internet Explorer - and I have no idea why.

But since it's 10 o'clock Saturday night, I'm calling it a night on this blog business. There is always tomorrow (after a visit from the Coolest Woman in the World, of course).

On a side note, the Man Beast wants to get a tattoo - of a tribal turtle. (For me, get it - because my nickname both on and off the screen is TurtleMom/Turtle, respectively) Anyway...I did a Swag Buck search for tribal turtles and ran across this bit of information:
Many Natives refer to North America as Turtle Island, because their legends say that when the earth was covered with water, Turtle dove to the bottom of the oceans bringing up earth on its back so that the people could have a safe and dry home. Turtle is at home anywhere because it carries its home on its back. It does not become attached to places, for it is free to search for new opportunities wherever they may be found. When they sense danger, or are in uncomfortable and insecure settings, they withdraw into their shell, and are protected. If you have Turtle medicine, you value both the power of the earth, the waters of the earth, and the magic of the heavens, for Turtle symbolizes both the grounding quality of earth energy, and the magic of the mystical. Using Turtle energy can help you achieve real balance in your life and your spirit so that you don't get "stuck in the mud". Turtle's medicine includes a connection with the center, navigation skills, patience, self-boundaries, associated with the feminine, power to heal female diseases, respecting the boundaries of others, developing new ideas, psychically protecting oneself, self-reliance, tenacity, non-violent defense. Source: Crystalinks *


*P.S. While I do have Indian blood in me, I take as much stock in totems and their power as I do in astrology and the Chinese Zodiac: fun to read, but not much else.

Until next time...

Spring Forward

funny pictures of cats with captions

Don't forget - spring forward tonight before you go to bed so you won't be late for churchGiggle 3

Until next time...

All You 2 Year Subscription for $16!

*sigh* Okay, so I totally missed the boat on this one. About two weeks ago, I ordered a two year subscription to All You for $20. Save yourself $4 and get your subscription here.

All You is a fantabulous magazine that has tons of stuff to offer a gal (or a guy, if they are into that kind of stuff. We are not sexist here at Horizontal Yo-Yo).

You can check out the All You website here (to get information - but be sure to use this link to order).

Until next time...

High School Meme



Since I'll be starting back at school on May 4th, I thought that this meme, found over at Julie's site was appropriate. If you read my blog and need an idea for a post - take this one...I did.

Fill this out about your SENIOR year of high school! The longer ago it was, the more fun the answers will be! At the end, choose 10 people (or more)(or less in my case, lol) to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

IN YOUR SENIOR YEAR DID YOU...

1. Did you date someone from your school?
yes

2. Did you marry someone from your high school?
no

3. Did you car pool to school?
I drove

4. What kind of car did you have?
1988 Subaru Justy - you better recognize! LOL

5. What kind of car do you have now?
2001 Chevy Malibu - word.

6. Its Saturday night...where are you now?
Playin' Rock Band 2 with my peeps (that would be my family, don'tcha know)

7. It is Saturday night...where were you then?
Work or out with friends or boyfriend - dinner and a movie usually

8. What kind of job did you have in high school?
Wendy's

9. What kind of job do you do now?
Special Ed Paraprofessional

10. Were you a party animal?
I had my moments...but for the most part, I was a homebody

11. Were you considered a flirt?
Don't think so

12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir?
Ha! No musical ability here.

13. Were you a nerd?
I was smart. There is a difference.

14. Did you get suspended or expelled?
No, I was a good girl

15. Can you sing the fight song?
I don't even know the fight song!

16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)?
Mr. Bell made the biggest influence. He was my Algebra II my senior year and convinced me I could get an A in his class even though I thought I was horrible at math. I did get an A in his class - one of the highest. He just had a way of teaching that really helped me 'get it'. A funny thing about Mr. Bell - he was very tall and very skinny. He drove a very, very small car.

17. Where did you sit during lunch?
Usually at a table with friends

18. What was your school's full name?
Hampton High School

19. When did you graduate?
1995

20. What was your school mascot?
Red Crabs - ugh!

21. If you could go back and do it again, would you?
Maybe...but only if I could tell my high school self all I know and be promised that she'd heed my advice.

22. Did you have fun at Prom?
Did I even go? I don't remember.

23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?
If I want (and I think maybe I did), I absolutely do NOT talk to him.

24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion?
No. I wish to stay far, far away.

25. Do you still talk to people from school?
My BFF - but we went to different schools...so does that still count?

26. School Colors?
Red and White

27. What celebrities came from your high school?
None

Until next time...

Recipe Sites for the Rest of Us

Does anyone besides me find themselves surfing the net some lazy Saturdays, looking for new recipes to feed the family? How many of us scramble at the last minute trying to throw something together? (Me! Me! Especially when I haven't grocery shopped for the week - which happened last week, I'll have you know).

My all time favorite recipe site is RecipeZaar. They're really improved the site over recent months. The layout is awesome and the pages load really quick (unless you're at my school - then you have to wait an hour...but that's a story for another post).

What I like best about RecipeZaar is that you can sort the recipes. My favorite way to sort is by ranking. If it's got allotta stars, then it's the recipe for me! (I tend to rely heavily on tried-and-true recipes. I don't have a lot of time, money or energy to waste on cooking.)

Find a recipe you really like? Save it to your cookbook. It's free! (They do have premium memberships that allow you to create themed cookbooks - but I've had the free membership for several years and it's suited my needs just fine).

I ran across another neat site while reading my local paper this week - FunnySpoon. The by-line reads: The cooking site for real life.

When I first looked over this site, I thought: "This would be good for a guy - or gal - who doesn't know their way around a kitchen." FunnySpoon not only lists the ingredients in recipes, but also shows pictures of the main ingredients. I think this would be particularly helpful if there's an ingredient in a recipe that you aren't familiar with).

Registering with FunnySpoon is free, but I was able to access the recipes without registering. But if you want to register, you get some neat tools at your fingertips: shopping lists, add tips and tricks to recipes as well as rate recipes. Pretty neat, huh?


Until next time...

A Few Blogs of Interest

I haven't done much in the way of blogosphere surfing this weekend, but I did find a few note-worthy blogs (there are always so many - wouldn't you agree?)

So, if you'll allow me the indulgence of borrowing the idea from a few fellow bloggers, I give you my picks for this week:

Life as Mom - A frugal blog with some mom wisdom thrown in every now and then.

A Groovy Kind of Life - I found this blog through Coupon Geek, I believe. Be sure to read up on her meme idea - Letters to my Children. Very inspiring.

Danica Dunphey - I found Danica through Ann's blog.

Homemaker Barbi - Isn't that a great title? This is a group blog with a lot of great information. Hint: If y'all like pink, you'll love this site!

Like Merchant Ships
- I found Meredith's blog when I read a post she wrote about spending more with plastic than with cash (2/19). It's an interesting concept and one I'll no doubt explore later this week, time permitting.

Until next time...

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