tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61263882085141323092024-02-19T05:44:23.067-05:00A day in the life of binksobservations of a native south floridianbinkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-3374223349906309932012-03-09T18:19:00.000-05:002012-03-09T18:55:59.576-05:00Melancholy days of old<br />
I am a Marshall’s girl through and through. <br />
I love a bargain, but I guess I am a product of my upbringing.<br />
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Both my parents lived through the Great Depression in the 20's and were very frugal. My mother describes us as a poor family with 5 kids. At the time, I didn’t think we were poor, we had a roof over our heads, several bedrooms and two bathrooms, 3 meals a day, a family car and presents under the silver Christmas tree. <br />
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So, I guess you could say we weren’t “dirt poor”, we just didn’t have a lot of money for the extras. Hand me downs were expected, both the toy and clothes variety. Not that there were a lot of toys roaming around our house, but it felt like forever waiting for some puzzle or game. <br />
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I thought my mother was just mean and wouldn’t buy us chips, cookies or ice cream. Milk was for breakfast only. Forget Kool-aid or lemonade, we drank a lot of water. I was forever looking for lost change in the street to save up for some Lemon Heads, Boston Baked Beans or Red Hots which were probably about a nickel a box. And, if we were really lucky, my mother’s bridge club ladies wouldn’t eat all the Brach’s Bridge Mix chocolates and we were free to indulge. I think its where I developed my love for Brazil nuts. They were usually the only chocolate covered nuts that remained, as the almonds, toffee and peanuts were preferred by those gentile bridge ladies of the south. <br />
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Just the simple pleasure of scarfing down some left over candy could bring great joy to a kid. These days, if you don't have a smart phone with texting and internet access by the time your 8, your a loser to the nth degree.<br />
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Makes me a little melancholy for the simpler times when a Saturday trip to the library was an adventure to find a great read; trees were climbed and games invented with the kids on your block; and puzzles and board games were a completely acceptable thing to do on a rainy day. <br />
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Where's the hammock? I'm ready to unplug.......<br />
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<br /></div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-30444498742319683572012-01-17T17:41:00.001-05:002012-01-30T18:23:41.181-05:00The earth is round and I didn't drop off its face.Nope, I did not fall off the face of the earth. <div>No earth shattering catastrophe has happened. </div><div><br /></div><div>Like most of my favorite bloggy reads, time and life just caught up and interfered with our little hobby. </div><div><br /></div><div> It's hard to believe that it's been 2 years! A lot has happened in those 2 years: </div><div>My son moved out. </div><div>My son moved back in. </div><div>I had custody of my nieces for several months. </div><div>I've been fingerprinted.</div><div>I've been travelling. </div><div>I've become politically active.</div><div>I've dieted and exercised and stopped (several times). </div><div>I've been to a major high school reunion. </div><div>I've been remodeling my house. </div><div>I've remodeled the remodel. </div><div>I've been through a bout of depression. </div><div>I've been addicted to Facebook and now my new Pinterest addiction. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have NOT been reading. </div><div>No blogs </div><div>no books </div><div>no magazines. </div><div>I've tried, really I have, but the desire to read just stopped. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've missed the blogs and the friends I've made. </div><div>I miss comment love (or hate). </div><div>I miss the journaling of my life events. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, this may be a resurgence or merely a fluke. </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess, only time will tell.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Binks</i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-33369560528070833132009-05-22T12:33:00.002-04:002009-05-22T12:40:38.758-04:00Friday Fill Ins1. Moving <span style="color:#ff0000;">day is sad when your friends are leaving. I love those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">McD's</span> & I'm sure gonna miss 'em! </span>.<br /><br />2. <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Born</span> </span> free. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Remember those lions?? Anyone?</span><br /><br />3. My best quality is <span style="color:#ff0000;">my brain. Sad, but true.</span><br /><br />4. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Don't sweat the small</span> details. <br /><br />5. In nearly 10 years, <span style="color:#ff0000;">I will be able to join <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">AARP</span>. Where did all the time go?<br /></span><br />6. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Energy</span> is what I need right now!<br /><br />7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm <span style="color:#ff0000;">not</span> looking forward to <span style="color:#ff0000;">getting on a plane in this tropical storm weather</span>, tomorrow my plans include <span style="color:#ff0000;">visiting all my buds in North Carolina</span> and Sunday, I want to <span style="color:#ff0000;">swim with my NC boys and lounge by the pool. Fat ass and all! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">____________________________________</span><br />I'm making no excuses for my absence, but I do miss y'all!!binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-31510135311218178022009-05-01T08:00:00.011-04:002009-05-01T14:53:46.830-04:00Friday Fill Ins<p></p><br /><div align="justify">Trying to get back into the swing of things.<br />We'll try the <a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Friday Fill-ins.</a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Why am I speaking in the third person? This sinus/ear/throat/chest infection medicine must be affecting my brain.)</span><br />_________________________________<br /><br />1. The first rule of working in an office and getting along is <span style="color:#ff0000;"><u><span style="color:#cc0000;">finding out who</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">the <strong><em>REAL</em></strong> boss is and making sure you don't piss them off</span></u></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">.<br /></span><br />2. <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>Leather</u> </span>clams?<span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="color:#cc0000;">(</span></span><a href="http://binksday.blogspot.com/2008/11/leather-clam-and-her-bald-captain.html"target="_blank"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"> maybe you've read this, maybe not</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"> - may be a tad off color)<br /></span><br />3. When I think of carnivals I think of <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>clowns. And when I think of clowns I think of <strong><em>IT</em></strong> - ewww, creepy</u>.</span><br /><br />4. <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>White Ranunculus are</u></span> my favorite spring flower. <span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">(I bet you had to look that one up, didn't you?)<br /></span><br />5. Things on my desk include <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>cough drops, gum, cell phone, crazy ugga bugga pen, 6,000 pens & pencils, pliers, giant crystal paper clip holder with 900 paper clips, anti bac lotion <span style="font-size:85%;">(for mini vacation getaways), </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">flowers from Salty, Frontgate catalog, magnifying glass, various papers - files- notepads, computer stuff. What can I say? I have a big desk.</u> </div><p></p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIObJh6ZglG4OMub0Xh5FoQdPJbsno86Q9IXBw3ohOVoDePU_eXKG-XIQ9mQE87JltGZdF8Cb20Oxpz-W9gz52Od3xfYcua80G_0I6cg1h1uHACeGHaA3zkWpgYxnmQb60HSr7VR8C8o/s1600-h/UBpen.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330912829925610226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIObJh6ZglG4OMub0Xh5FoQdPJbsno86Q9IXBw3ohOVoDePU_eXKG-XIQ9mQE87JltGZdF8Cb20Oxpz-W9gz52Od3xfYcua80G_0I6cg1h1uHACeGHaA3zkWpgYxnmQb60HSr7VR8C8o/s200/UBpen.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><br /><br /></span>6. <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>Coughing</u></span> makes me wanna <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>puke.</u></span> <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*cough*cough*cough*varp* - excuse me.</span><br /><br /></span>7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>a secret getaway and dinner</u>,</span> tomorrow my plans include <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>chillaxing <span style="font-size:85%;">(wink*wink)</span> at the secret getaway</u></span> and Sunday, I <strike>want</strike>HAVE <span style="color:#cc0000;"><u>to clean out my son's room for my BIL to stay in next week, while he is in town working. </u></span></span></p><br /><br /><strong>Now, in light of the current panic mode of the entire planet.....</strong></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></span></p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><a href="http://www.illpic.com"><img src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s187/amber_amiee/Weekend/w8.gif" title="Hot Comments and Graphics" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="'http://www.illpic.com/Weekend.html'"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a> <br /></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></p></span></span><p align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://fridayfillins.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"></a><br /> </p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-78634042371076117112009-04-30T17:50:00.011-04:002009-04-30T18:46:59.543-04:00The mind of a child haunts meAnd that mind is my own, of course. For some reason, every time I hear the word anniversay, this is what I hear in my head.<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/knp9-GY6fHE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/knp9-GY6fHE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><p></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(beware, you can only listen to the first verse or you will be plagued too.)</span><br /><br /><p></p><br />Now, since this is my <em>actual</em> anniversary, it has been <strike>playing in my head</strike> tormenting me all day long.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(And I find it especially fitting, since I work in a rock pit!)</span><br /><br /><p></p><br />But Salty was very sweet and bought me flowers<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa_Gc33DY3eGD9K_RR_cndBEyFPTq5T1UBZYiz_QgnDC-3JrU_nk1t5zLAETw85l6_J-NUYul3fdmEw3aFdSXCvfL0JKuBVyU3Klr3f8HCKY6YM9LZq-636ugaB5csVcxemkr0hGK0rI/s1600-h/anniv4_flowers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330610014855003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa_Gc33DY3eGD9K_RR_cndBEyFPTq5T1UBZYiz_QgnDC-3JrU_nk1t5zLAETw85l6_J-NUYul3fdmEw3aFdSXCvfL0JKuBVyU3Klr3f8HCKY6YM9LZq-636ugaB5csVcxemkr0hGK0rI/s320/anniv4_flowers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />and is planning some secret destination for tomorrow.<br />I know, I know, we've already celebrated <span style="font-size:85%;">(of which, I have neglected to share anything about my trip -but I've been horribly uninspired). </span><br /><p></p><br /><p><br />So maybe just writing <em>something</em> will get the juices flowing.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(get your mind out of the gutter, the writing juices - DAMN!) </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />____________________________________________<br />(So, in case my wonderful husband is popping by, looking for some acknowledgement)</span></p><br /><a href=http://www.coolmyspacecomments.com><img src=http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg225/ab17z/anniv/05.gif title="MySpace Comment Codes" border=0></a><br><a href='http://www.coolmyspacecomments.com'><font size="2"></a> </font><br /><br /><br />I love you baby! </span> <p></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-12890844856245188822009-04-17T18:47:00.019-04:002009-04-17T20:06:53.129-04:00Look how far we've come<div align="justify"><br />It is hard for me to believe it has been 19 years since you were born. It has been a tough, wonderful struggle that we've been through. </div><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiRo2Apz4Lg75stZ1fToFIB5WNU8hLcjN2aNunjDnEX6UUcBZgPpHbjbRMVZv6LyvMPP7XvmFcFNSnsSqBllvj2VvYUlCDDs8tXn_b6-rOeDADKElsGhtGmFp3i4cFEU5JIjpj5_Eecx0/s1600-h/7-4-90.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325797713089612866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiRo2Apz4Lg75stZ1fToFIB5WNU8hLcjN2aNunjDnEX6UUcBZgPpHbjbRMVZv6LyvMPP7XvmFcFNSnsSqBllvj2VvYUlCDDs8tXn_b6-rOeDADKElsGhtGmFp3i4cFEU5JIjpj5_Eecx0/s320/7-4-90.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Most of the time, just you and I against the world.<br /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32Omu2Qfx_5LYdpZ0L5gsd17mO1b10_Cr73xEhhVapHR1TEKvVdxI_6v5HZXf9hVxOt6iJJAWobSnnBomrdAzjyKEjBBDWPgu5ZLUA-WegDchW6XTxPBl-6e4hbU0f0MH_eeFIlJ67ng/s1600-h/slide.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325796721178518114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32Omu2Qfx_5LYdpZ0L5gsd17mO1b10_Cr73xEhhVapHR1TEKvVdxI_6v5HZXf9hVxOt6iJJAWobSnnBomrdAzjyKEjBBDWPgu5ZLUA-WegDchW6XTxPBl-6e4hbU0f0MH_eeFIlJ67ng/s320/slide.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I just want you to know, that I will never regret giving up anything so that you could have your Power Rangers and soccer and skateboards. I've always wanted you to have more than I had, to have a stable environment and a safe home. I am only sorry that I did not have more to give.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfdClHjrBhjgY8pKSwabxTbTv7H6Ku2CzUidhWRe_r8MY4oAiaFoVmsxtpVxfC-CGp2hzronk3WmITosDZ07gQUCVbDUecg03BtWYBF9o8NZXFAs78Oopn_qQpJd9DgKX-9rqfpkyPSY/s1600-h/xmas95_karate.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325797364266200786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfdClHjrBhjgY8pKSwabxTbTv7H6Ku2CzUidhWRe_r8MY4oAiaFoVmsxtpVxfC-CGp2hzronk3WmITosDZ07gQUCVbDUecg03BtWYBF9o8NZXFAs78Oopn_qQpJd9DgKX-9rqfpkyPSY/s320/xmas95_karate.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxfCAh-IwzZ4YdBsgIyG7LMCYU5SH1ldQpeb-AlcfJyS1QDwMZDbIENQu0qZe7Nv3o3nGkR41Kik-shrMHh0WbLc4OYrCdYEoMZy7bfSIQUrHdolDR1vxHU5LBt2_FUvfGMT6hJrjAzc/s1600-h/cab_board..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325800733227229186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUxfCAh-IwzZ4YdBsgIyG7LMCYU5SH1ldQpeb-AlcfJyS1QDwMZDbIENQu0qZe7Nv3o3nGkR41Kik-shrMHh0WbLc4OYrCdYEoMZy7bfSIQUrHdolDR1vxHU5LBt2_FUvfGMT6hJrjAzc/s320/cab_board..jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I only wished for you to become a man of substance and integrity, that you push yourself to reach for the stars. </p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mrJ4S7Vhy7NkGiYD0vah3ebQHsO9XVWZpHXXqK9nruI0-nD6Bg7fkBTMoACHHVSBK3nuFvldSeSKghd0pdR34FaK-m52MirXYbokjhv1Y5CzTNMUoB1AUcdpS3OWbWwqsqpUesuO328/s1600-h/jump.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325797092452024674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mrJ4S7Vhy7NkGiYD0vah3ebQHsO9XVWZpHXXqK9nruI0-nD6Bg7fkBTMoACHHVSBK3nuFvldSeSKghd0pdR34FaK-m52MirXYbokjhv1Y5CzTNMUoB1AUcdpS3OWbWwqsqpUesuO328/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><br />Whatever you decide for your life, I will always be there to support and encourage you. But some things in life are better appreciated if they are not handed to you on a silver platter.<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUPje4CWcv5Zcbb2bDgl5MNt4v32hi92IMW7BCEdowYQzIxQUKrQUYxGFa7UsHMDg7BzrG5GHqpe8A_mDD-QF7xKHbcZbr5aq_Zw4k_Lb8FgTxRoDPvNxXwydIQ7IAOGy2ULKHp3KBh8/s1600-h/CAB_SOBE_sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325798047955781794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzUPje4CWcv5Zcbb2bDgl5MNt4v32hi92IMW7BCEdowYQzIxQUKrQUYxGFa7UsHMDg7BzrG5GHqpe8A_mDD-QF7xKHbcZbr5aq_Zw4k_Lb8FgTxRoDPvNxXwydIQ7IAOGy2ULKHp3KBh8/s320/CAB_SOBE_sm.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><br />I will love you when you stumble and when you succeed; when you make mistakes and accomplishments; if you are rich or poor. Nothing and no one can change the way I feel about you.<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrdcsUz8p1DFYT9ITr3AX5Rq9ieoUB_SUEFxXsnSJFjXq0kKFYvS9s6CPDqp_KRHAVzaNjdv0LQX_4MA7-X64Kn1o-qAFZzE8fXSuBD1FgMFkNXl9cRmkrSJfMOUfOHK2rFBDEO3RLvg/s1600-h/Cody+-+graduation+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325798370787829698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrdcsUz8p1DFYT9ITr3AX5Rq9ieoUB_SUEFxXsnSJFjXq0kKFYvS9s6CPDqp_KRHAVzaNjdv0LQX_4MA7-X64Kn1o-qAFZzE8fXSuBD1FgMFkNXl9cRmkrSJfMOUfOHK2rFBDEO3RLvg/s320/Cody+-+graduation+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Birthday, Codester !!!</span></p><p>Love, Mom</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>_____________________________________________________</strong></span></p><p align="justify"><br />I saw this at <a href="http://notnani.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Soxy Deb's</a><br />and thought a trip down memory lane would be appropriate for today . Thanks Deb!<br /><br />1. WAS YOUR FIRST PREGNANCY PLANNED? Not planned and a complete surprise. </p><p align="justify">2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME? No and we were not really together. Sort of a trial reconciliation after 2 years of living together and BAM! </p><p align="justify">3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS? Shock and fear. I knew that I wanted to have children, but unsure of the time and how it would change my life. </p><p align="justify">4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU? It was a consideration, but there was no way I could do that. Besides, looking back, it was great up until about 14-15.</p><p align="justify">5. HOW OLD WERE YOU? 28 </p><p align="justify">6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT? I took a trip to Orlando with my brother and could not keep my eyes open. I fell asleep the minute I got into the car. Then, riding a roller coaster, my boobs were killing me. When I got back, I went to the Women's Clinic and had a test. I didn't miss my little friend, so it was sort of a shock.</p><p align="justify"></p><p align="justify">7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST? Sad, but I don't remember. Probably my friend Lynn or my sister. </p><p align="justify">8. DID YOU WANT TO FIND OUT THE SEX? Yes! I wanted a little girl to dress up and put bows & braids in her hair. I kept referring to little Lindsay. My second sonogram, he had those little legs spread extra wide. </p><p align="justify">9. DUE DATE? Easter Sunday 1990</p><p align="justify">10. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS? Morning and Noon and Midnight and any time in between. Violently ill. Have to stand in the shower due to lack of any bodily control, sick. After the 1st trimester, the pregnancy was wonderful. </p><p align="justify">11. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE? Buffalo chicken wings and french fries. (until I puked them up one day on the way home from work and singed my throat from the hot sauce) </p><p align="justify">12. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST? Baby kicking at midnight while I was trying to do homework. Having to pee every five minutes.</p><p align="justify">13. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX? Boy. </p><p align="justify">14. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING? Yes, but I am glad now that it was a boy. I would not want a daughter in today's' society.</p><p align="justify">15. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY? Thirty five pounds. I lost it all and more after about three months. However, I've doubled that over the last 19 years. DAMN!DAMN!DAMN! Thank goodness I was pretty skinny before!</p><p align="justify">16. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER & WAS IT SUPPOSE TO BE A SURPRISE? Yes. It was suppose to be a surprise. My my cousins came over to take me to "lunch" . Cousins that I saw once every 5 years. You would think that they could've at least put the gifts in the trunk instead of the back seat. </p><p align="justify">17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY? Bleeding/spotting early on. AND VIOLENT MORNING SICKNESS! Luckily, there was no problems.</p><p align="justify">18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH? Fort Lauderdale, Florida. CAB was born in the same hospital I was born in. </p><p align="justify">19. HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR? 16. I went into the hospital for a stress test and they induced me. It was 11 hours until I made it to 10 cm and another 4 hours pushing. Then they prepped me for a C section. They literally pulled him out of me with forceps. Due to the fact that I was on Medicaid, there was no epidural. I got a little Demerol, but mostly, it was all natural! OUCH!!! I do not recommend it.</p><p align="justify">20. DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL? I drove myself. It was only suppose to be a stress test. </p><p align="justify">21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH? My sister as there for the first 4-5 hours and then my BFF Lynn was there for the rest of it. Now, you can have everyone and a monkey's uncle. The baby daddy and I were no longer together, but that is a <strike>story</strike> nightmare for another time. </p><p align="justify">22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION? All Natural. </p><p align="justify">23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN? see # 19 </p><p align="justify">24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH? 9 pounds and 8.5 ozs</p><p align="justify">25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN ? 4:45 am Wednesday </p><p align="justify">26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER? Cody Austin </p><p align="justify">27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN TODAY? 19, today .</p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-3853441027186068722009-04-13T08:00:00.003-04:002009-04-13T19:13:37.021-04:00Happy Salty Birthday!<p></p><p><br />_______________________________________<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993300;">“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.” </span></strong></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">-Victor Hugo</span></strong><br />_______________________________________<br /><br /></p><p></p>Salty, my husband, my best friend, <p></p><br /><center><a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/happy_birthday/"><img height="284" alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/happy_birthday/images/1243.gif" width="408" border="0" /></a></center><br /><p></p><br /><br />You make my world a better place. I love you! <p></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-32010723654033953592009-04-08T11:42:00.006-04:002009-04-08T12:07:22.589-04:00Games Women PlayJust got this in an e-mail and we were rolling in the office & thought I'd share. </p><br />I can just see this happening at a bloggy get together after a few too many cocktails. <br /> <br />At first, it doesn't seem so funny, but the laughter is infectious.</p><br /><P></P><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-f2449f871fad6c16 height=266 width=320 contentId="f2449f871fad6c16"></OBJECT></p><br />Thanks <A href="http://www.classicminis.org/">Rhonda</A> from Classic Minis! <br />I needed a good laugh today!binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-38420609112544589632009-04-06T23:48:00.000-04:002009-04-07T11:53:41.710-04:00Quick HelloHey, Peeps!!<br /><br />Just a quick note to say HI! and I am back from vacation and will be back in the bloggy saddle again soon. <br /><br />Thanks for all the well wishes and suggestions. We had a great time and are now exhausted. <br /><br />I need a vacation from my vacation and a serious foot massage.<br /><br />See you soon!binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-57675784423212923392009-04-02T20:04:00.004-04:002009-04-02T20:19:02.668-04:00Savannah on my mind<div align="justify">Well peeps, we are back from Las Vegas and on to the second phase of our vacation. <p></p>I would love to sit and tell you all about Vegas, but I am just writing a quick note to let you know that I haven't forgotten about everyone and hope to be posting (and commenting) on a regular basis soon. <p></p></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Right now, I am sitting in a little bed and breakfast in Savannah.<br />This is the anniversary part of our journey, as we were married here four short years ago. (Well, to tell the honest truth, we had a courthouse wedding in NC and a wedding at a bed & breakfast here in Savannah.) I would love to insert a little photo here, but seeing as this is not my computer, my resources are very limited. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p>The city is full of Victorian era homes and architecture so I am in heaven right about now.</div><div align="justify">After a little sightseeing and photo taking tomorrow (it's <strike>raining </strike>storming right now, so we'll have to see about photos) we are headed to Charleston and Folly Beach for a little Salty birthday celebration. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p>So, when we finally get home Monday, I will start sorting through pix and giving you all the low down on our trip.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p>Until then, I hope everyone has a great weekend! </div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-76191556294155188272009-03-30T13:25:00.014-04:002009-03-30T14:36:12.933-04:00Vegas Again?<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I know we were just here a few short months ago, but Salty had another convention here and I thought I would tagalong again. Since we can't go away for our anniversary at the end of the month (April), we thought this was a good opportunity to celebrate our anniversary and celebrate Salty's 40th at the same time. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">And for all of my RL Friends, I know I said I hated Vegas (hate is such a strong word and now here I am eating crow - and it tastes bad going down, let me tell you). The part I hated was the traffic (horrible on the Strip) and the smoke and the crowds. I don't know if it was the hotel we stayed in, the fact that I don't have to worry about what trouble Cab is going to get into, or what, but it seems that this trip has been so much better. The casino doesn't reek of smoke and even thought it is still crowded, it such a nicer environment.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">First, we're staying at the Venetian Hotel. Not to knock the NewYork NewYork, but this hotel is quite amazing. For about the same price, the room is double the size and quite spectacular. Sorry about the photos, I forgot my camera and have to make do for now with my phone. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">*sigh* that is what happens when you try to cram a mini girls' night 14 hours before your flight leaves and you haven't packed. (I DID say I was a procrastinator, right?) </div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiBvAWY2Dc0fIHDa2QAKJv0J9DjQSfuSElIg4Oo3ctwFhnU9q5SGjraLDbBwrQ4G3FsQEa3GZX6MbPaVxNNpZJsD33rQRBFzzyfb2OTsAPHGt2Z6uFYEnRWNcGV7Vibdn_n7jHvb551M/s1600-h/VH4photo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319039907038663570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiBvAWY2Dc0fIHDa2QAKJv0J9DjQSfuSElIg4Oo3ctwFhnU9q5SGjraLDbBwrQ4G3FsQEa3GZX6MbPaVxNNpZJsD33rQRBFzzyfb2OTsAPHGt2Z6uFYEnRWNcGV7Vibdn_n7jHvb551M/s320/VH4photo.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">standing in the "living room" area looking up to the "bedroom"</span></p><br /><p></p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubR6CCu4P5dAC1cavxeFAhMNCSn17FHekE1pqnuOBImvbOtgcyT6iHSmeMCBzQdBovujQRSG1ocBkaZAGQw_LXdr6dCvUPvjyKHaN4cNtATRljjQNWnxCvyiqlCw3HB6Wh4gfrP1twyI/s1600-h/VHphoto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319041040460324434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubR6CCu4P5dAC1cavxeFAhMNCSn17FHekE1pqnuOBImvbOtgcyT6iHSmeMCBzQdBovujQRSG1ocBkaZAGQw_LXdr6dCvUPvjyKHaN4cNtATRljjQNWnxCvyiqlCw3HB6Wh4gfrP1twyI/s320/VHphoto.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">view of the pool area from the room</span> </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNwu83eWR7-KV-0snADGq988ZK372QNbobcnP7g3GxAqbu6FzWxOHyFZVHbqtgfYZ-c1NHjHx2OWLaUmxCOnWIqgIF3l3trvrwG1nf1a-lTldTiRyu5clyZ26EKxgqvIOakMv3y5BGa4/s1600-h/VH2photo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319041618375688322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNwu83eWR7-KV-0snADGq988ZK372QNbobcnP7g3GxAqbu6FzWxOHyFZVHbqtgfYZ-c1NHjHx2OWLaUmxCOnWIqgIF3l3trvrwG1nf1a-lTldTiRyu5clyZ26EKxgqvIOakMv3y5BGa4/s320/VH2photo.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:85%;">bathroom sink area with double sinks (Salty is in heaven) & that is only 1/2 of the bathroom!!</span> </p><p align="justify"><br />But the attention to detail is amazing. AND, there are 3 flat screen TVs in the room! Notice above the sink on the left. A bathroom TV. Who knew people actually live this way. I've been staying Holiday Inn style for so many years, this is a big change. (not knocking Holiday Inn, but this sure is nice for a change.) </p><p></p><p align="justify">We arrived Saturday and spent the better part of 2 hours getting our rental car. The line for Dollar was down around the corner and every other car place had no lines. We soon found out that everyone else was charging $300-400/wk to Dollars' $125. No wonder the line was atrocious. Since we booked the trip through the American Express concierge (did you know you could do this?) we called them up and had them research another rental and book another car. What do you know, Enterprise ended up matching the price and when we went to pick up the car in the lot, they ended up upgrading us to the next level car. (only mid-size from compact, don't get your panties in a twist).</p><p align="justify">After checking out the hotel and roaming the grounds, (they have amazing pool, gardens and spa area on the 4th floor (see the photo above for the aerial shot) and another secluded pool on the 10th floor. We decided to try and get tickets for Ray Ramano/Kevin James show at the Mirage. Since the show was sold out, we were told to come back an hour before the show to see if there were any no show tickets available. We got our stand by number and waited. </p><p align="justify">I decided that I wanted a drink and while I was in line, Salty was standing at a high top waiting for me. I looked over and he was talking to some guy that looked a bit like Adam Sandler. (yes, THAT Adam Sandler). I gave Salty a look, but he just smiled at me and continued talking to the guy. It really did look a lot like Adam, but this guy appeared better looking and I decided, no, just a look-a-like. (sort of like my Heath Ledger encounter in NYC the day before he died last year) I convince myself that it can't possibly be a real life CELEBRITY. I paid for my drink and turned around and realized, that it really was MY husband talking to ADAM SANDLER ! and he was walking away!!!!! (ummm hello, husband, did you think of saying could you stick around to meet my wife????) LOL</p><p>We didn't get tickets for the show though, they ran out at standby # 12 and we were # 13.</p><p>Damn unlucky 13, anyway.</p><p>Does this mean we shouldn't play the tables???</p><p></p><p><br /><br /></p><p>We are planning to go to Red Rock Canyon today. </p><p>AFTER I go buy a camera.</p><br />Got to go pick up Salty from his convention.</p><br />I have been Twittering a bit (although I don't really know what the heck I am doing.)<br />You can follow me there - I think it is cbink90.<br /></p><br />Ciao peeps!<br /><br />Binks(from the Venetian) </p><p></p><p></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-84126595217055309922009-03-26T23:48:00.000-04:002009-03-27T09:16:47.083-04:00Who is stealing my time?<div align="justify">I swear, someone has been stealing time out of my days.<br />In fact, I feel like they've been stealing entire days.<br />Something is missing from my short term memory banks. (but I can't be positive) <p></p><br />I wonder if I will be seeing Denny from Grey's Anatomy soon. <p></p><br /><br />I wanted to thank everyone for their great suggestions about my little problem from my last post. I would love to go above his head and tell the main office or my boss's boss about the infraction of company policy.<br /><br />There is only one <span style="font-size:12;">small, little </span>- <span style="font-size:10;">itty bitty</span> - <span style="font-size:7;">teeny, tiny</span> problem. <p></p><br />He <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>IS</em></strong></span> the boss's boss / head honcho/ company owner!!! </div><p></p><p align="justify"><br />I virus checked and deleted <strike>and cried </strike>and unregistered and re-installed <strike>and kicked</strike> and scanned and cleaned and scrubbed and polished that damn PC until it is so farking squeaky clean, you could let your grandma eat off the hard drive. I'll let you know how long <em>that</em> lasts.<br /><br />Now, I was going to write a long ass post about what the hell I've been doing for the last <strike>few days</strike> <strike>week</strike> month, but if you've been following along, I can't remember so much.<br /></p><p align="justify">Last weekend I went to Orlando to celebrate my brother's birthday and my sister, brother, niece and I went to Sea World. (if I have time, will post some pix).</p><p align="justify">I must go pack for our trip to Vegas this weekend. Ciao.<br /></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-92084302069546344832009-03-18T13:04:00.018-04:002009-03-18T13:48:20.632-04:00Can I twitter my bad day away?<span style="font-size:85%;">****Warning: This post contains seriously strong and possibly offensive language. ****</p></span><br /></p>I was once told I had a twitter vibe blog.<br />I may return to my twitter vibe roots. Soon.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(speaking of roots, I need a serious highlighting)</span><br />Not that I understand twitter's appeal. I can't even get mine to work. * sigh*<br />.................................................<br /><br /><p></p><div align="justify"><br />I am having a seriously <em><strong>bad</strong></em> day. </div><div align="justify"><br />I have a big project due and I'm now on a wild tangent to fix my boss's computer.<br /><br />You see, the BMOC <span style="font-size:85%;">(or big man on campus) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">has a teeeeny tiiinnnyy problem with surfing. Well, I guess the surfing is <strong><em>not</em></strong> the problem, it is the <strong><em>where</em></strong> he's surfing.<br /></div></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><p></p><div align="justify"><br />So, my entire day is shot with updating, scanning, deleting, rebooting and cleaning. AARRRGGGGHHHH!!!!<br />Currently, I am <strike>24 damn sh!t fark me</strike> 85 in the queue. A queue that I am waiting for because stupidass Norton forgot to add a little "please re-send activation code" to their renewal page. <span style="font-size:85%;">(people do have auto delete spam filters, douchbags)</span><br /></div><p></p><br />And the powers that be wonder why I can't get anything accomplished.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><p></p><div align="justify">(maybe, it's because I am constantly teaching you the same 5 steps to uploading a photo or where the add signature item is in Outlook. And please, can you figure out your Facebook account on your own time?) </span></div><p></p><div align="justify"><br />So, anyone know how to tactfully notify your employer that you are well aware of their "surfing" habits and <strike>that you are damn sick and tired of cleaning up their porn polluted PCs</strike> would like to suggest curbing their visitation of certain sites? </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-47253454882732178192009-03-15T15:33:00.005-04:002009-03-15T16:15:06.143-04:00Octopussy birth videoAlthough I have never commented about the Octomom <span style="font-size:85%;">(I like </span><a href="http://47andstartingover.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">Julie's </span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">name for her - Octopussy - much better) </span>and her dilemma, I was recently sent this video and thought I would share. Thanks to the Mimila for that.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxE4KlAhiMRo3YGLf5kbSe9S-vwso8-hNhaeKVsvR5MZiDBoJvg_ZomsARypw50cYkc4PdMXoAAdMJma_1gIw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Isn't Jimmy Kimmel funny? I laughed out loud.binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-76043516233288164472009-03-13T15:08:00.010-04:002009-03-14T11:59:14.143-04:00PSM - if its too good to be true.....I received a little email from the Florida Division of Consumer Services and thought a little Public Service Message (PSM) was in order.<br /><p></p><div align="justify"><br />Not that I think that the bunch of you would fall for anything so obvious.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I am posting this for those who may stumble here by accident and are <strike>unbeleivably greedy</strike> desperate for money. <p></p></div><div align="justify">And, my Daddy always told me, "If it's too good to be true, it probably is." <span style="font-size:85%;">(but apparantly this stuff works, or you wouldn't be receiving those 27 million emails every day.)</p><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">...............................................................................................<br /></span>With the promise of getting a piece of the stimulus package pie, scammers will try to lure you into giving them personal information by promising to help you get a tax rebate.</div><div align="justify"><br />Email, online pop-ups, snail mail or by telephone, they will ask for a little personal information pay a “small fee” <span style="font-size:78%;">(what is a small fee when you will be getting thousands?)</span> </div><div align="justify"><br />Or maybe, they will tell you because of the Stimulus Package, you are now eligible for a grant and they can help you as long as you just provide them with a little personal financial information or visit this website and fill out some form. <span style="font-size:85%;">(hey dude, you contacted me, how the hell did you know that I was eligible if you didn't already have that information?)</span> </div><div align="justify"><br />Most of theses websites and emails will have "testimonials" from people who swear that they were awarded $10,000 and they are normal people just like you and me. <span style="font-size:85%;">(who you calling normal?)</span> </div><div align="justify">Kind of like those informercials that just by following the XYZ method, you too can make a gazillion dollars and only work 2.5 hours per week. <span style="font-size:85%;">(Can anyone say actor?)<br /></span><br />So, beware of this new "Stimulus Package scam", as well as the "just won the UK lottery", "I am dying of cancer and have no heirs" <span style="font-size:85%;">(but picked you randomly from who knows where and since I get about 50 of these per day, I have one super lucky email address and am planning on vacationing on Tahiti for the next 20 years),</span> or maybe the "I work for the Iraqi government and need help smuggling millions out of my country". </div><div align="justify"><p></p>All either want your identity or to separate you and your hard earned dollars from your wallet. </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />My personal favorite and one I have been directly involved in (but not swindled by). The old, I want to buy an item from you, but I only have this one cashier's check/money order which happens to be quite a bit more than the item I'm buying. Could you just deposit it and then send me the difference? I'll let you keep a chunk just for doing me this this little "favor". <p></p>Then, 6 weeks later, you get a little notice from the bank that the check bounced and now you are out a bundle and your signed, Jimi Hendrix, concert poster is now long gone and living in Belize. <span style="font-size:78%;">(no offense to those living in Belize, I mean no disrespect - just sort of popped into my head) </span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></p><div align="justify"><br />And for those of you that think I am just a negative, doubting, killjoy? </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">I have this land.... I'm selling........In Florida..........Great Deal..........Really cheap............</p></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-10715588264453364672009-03-10T19:03:00.006-04:002009-03-10T19:24:49.563-04:00Busy, busy, busy<div align="justify">Wow, it seems like a long time since I have been here. I've been super busy at work and have been dead tired when I get home. I've had no real time to myself <span style="font-size:85%;">(although I <em>have </em>been cramming in some "Lost" time) </span>and that has been a real drag.<br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div align="justify"><br />I can't promise to make more time and all that stuff, I'll just do my best and try to make the rounds when I can squeeze in some time.<br /><br /><br /></div><p></p><div align="justify"><br />I've also decided to drop a few items off of my Reader list. </div><div align="justify">Apparently, I offended someone and so, I was ignored and blackballed in their little circle. <span style="font-size:85%;">(I guess they take my <strike>sometimes</strike> usually smarmy and/or snarky comments a little too seriously)</span> Those were easy to un-follow.<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />The others, I just wasn't reading so much and although, they were a great read, I just don't have the time right now.<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">Please, don't take it personally. <p></p><br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />What remains are those bloggy friends that I have come to adore, make my day, and give feedback <span style="font-size:85%;">(and who is kidding who? isn't that what its all about?) </span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">And you all know who you are. <p></p><br /><br />Just letting you all know that I didn't drop off the face of the earth and I miss my bloggy friends.<br /><br />Hope to see you soon!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-38425482111376743262009-03-07T01:54:00.003-05:002009-03-07T02:09:39.849-05:00Australia<div align="justify">Salty and I rented "Australia" tonight and I just had to let you know what a great movie it was. I was expecting a ho-hum, strange <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Baz</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lurhman</span> production and boy was I surprised. </div><br /><div align="justify">The movie is set in the late 30's and tells the story of a proper English wife that travels to the Outback to retrieve her philandering husband. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Her notions of Australia and her cheating husband are turned on edge. </div><br /><div align="justify">Although the character development is a bit thin, the story is a bit corny and predictable, and the length a bit long (2:45) there were many times I was on the edge of my seat, unsure of where the plot was headed. This is a love story set with hard knocks and a go get 'em spirit. Lots of action, race tensions, love lost and war. Add the sweeping vistas and scenery of Australia and the charm of a half aborigine - half white young boy (who will steal your heart), and this was a hit for me. </div><br /><div align="justify">I rate this a two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hankie</span> movie, so have a few tissues at hand if you are a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">crier</span> like me. </div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-9820817414356661922009-03-06T17:55:00.015-05:002009-03-06T18:36:18.645-05:00200 and we have a winner! FINALLY!<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mDeEVPs23hSr98E99guFwQAk1V5LEOEW-J9QBiOaCIfkHlc6a7Vq0yqlmlL25oRuQmJHm5XqXXFV1yRG12Z599km9twbCi8qxrGLlt53PJ0Qzhurg3xhCJswGlQdWNC4l9EaQzx8dps/s1600-h/ole.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310212743099507074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mDeEVPs23hSr98E99guFwQAk1V5LEOEW-J9QBiOaCIfkHlc6a7Vq0yqlmlL25oRuQmJHm5XqXXFV1yRG12Z599km9twbCi8qxrGLlt53PJ0Qzhurg3xhCJswGlQdWNC4l9EaQzx8dps/s400/ole.gif" border="0" /> <p align="justify"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Wow! I can hardly believe I actually got to 200 posts! I am seriously surprised I am here. It seems like its been a long time since I've been able to get here and I feel like the weeks have flown by. I have been totally out of it. </p><p align="center"><br />I missed everyone.<br />A LOT! </p><p align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br />Now, some of you have forgotten my little giveaway <a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://binksday.blogspot.com/2009/02/200-posts-and-im-having-party.html”target=”_blank”">from here</a> and I completely understand. That whole idea was terribly stressful. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310213072518604850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-JQHDgSowwzup-S4_yWmb_QPb2B4c5ka0UOQYVcaeHJJFDOycE1G7vgA9TJ1Jo5uCLMC-t7OsB6IFe0LCiUxPEYCiJxO1hRNkUyaewLbulImod29FnULMXY1n2cxm0KONjMRPuGyXgOM/s320/DSCF0181.JPG" border="0" /> Not the giving away stuff, because that is FUN!FUN!FUN! but the whole way I structured everything. WAY too much work! I think Ree, the Pioneer Woman has the right idea. Cut it off quick and pick from the entries! </p><p align="justify">There is always next time..............</p><p align="justify"><hr /><br /><p></p><p align="justify">So, here we are, ready to finally pick our winner. I want to thank everyone for playing along and be so patient. Next time, rattle my chain a little.</p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310213274825016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdVh1R3HFG8vGCEgm5vv-pIGbiXeHMioHHBnm6Vj9qub_dghIkP1Tp3O5_AhZjYHV20qqoHWTxrwINK2BVHhuFnb8GhlVG4N_mt6Of5e0F5Ho5BSC4otUhcyf35jwWk6gYcVK8tpxXh8/s320/DSCF0302.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="justify"><br />I put all the entries (about 200) in a bowl and while I was at lunch today at work, I had a completely neutral party pick the winner. <span style="font-size:85%;">(And she is totally neutral. She works for my husband, and she probably doesn't know or care to know about my half-assed blogging career. I'm not sure she even knows what a blog is!)<br /></span><br /></p><p></p><p></p><br /><span style="font-size:220;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">AND THE WINNER IS............</span><br /></span><p></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFAYHqwW0DQbBrKyR1v7LtZN8Ub7s8d5BpqByOukX2B4HLG7QH1K9xGddJWfmHbGPYlB8uI1z9mO8Q6Eib_eu2tsql5WWgtNHLwnB2uTdKB4AqK3D79c_S9tJbSp6lYErjBiFwZjSOXM/s1600-h/43630073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310213415993229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFAYHqwW0DQbBrKyR1v7LtZN8Ub7s8d5BpqByOukX2B4HLG7QH1K9xGddJWfmHbGPYlB8uI1z9mO8Q6Eib_eu2tsql5WWgtNHLwnB2uTdKB4AqK3D79c_S9tJbSp6lYErjBiFwZjSOXM/s320/43630073.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://jilljillbobill.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:180%;">JillJillBoBill!!!!! </a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">YAY JILL!!!!<br /></span><br /><br />My husband was so cute. When he asked who won and I showed him the little slip of paper and he said "Jilljillbobill"? I think he is secretly reading my blog. (Hi, Dear!)<br /><br /><br /></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-517412343440614332009-02-28T17:31:00.010-05:002009-03-03T20:03:18.887-05:00Pimping and Lotion - the final countdown<div align="justify"><br />We are at # 199 and this is the last post before the big party. <span style="font-size:85%;">(Seems rather lackluster and anti-climactic due to my failure to post anything of substance here lately)<br /></span>Final entries are through midnight EST on Wednesday, March 4.<br />So, there is still time to enter <a href="http://binksday.blogspot.com/2009/02/200-posts-and-im-having-party.html" target="_blank">the giveaway</a>.<br /><br />Do you all remember where I said I wasn't above pimping out my blog?<br />Well, the time has come to introduce my first ever review....<br />Of course, this can't be some traditional review with a short paragraph about Product A and how wonderful and helpful and miraculous it's performance. Oh no, we are going to do the full on highly scientific version. Let us just see how truly wonderful (or mediocre) the product really is.<br /><br />We start off with a little e-mail from my buddy Pete. It went something like this: My name is Pete **** ; we have a new lotion ...<span style="font-size:85%;">blah blah blah</span> ....... The lotion ....<span style="font-size:85%;">blah blah blah</span>.....skin............. deeply hydrated...<span style="font-size:85%;">blah</span>.....prevents irritation and dryness.<br /></div><br /><p></p><br /><br />(THEN THE GOOD PART)<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br />I’d be happy to send you a tester bottle of <a href="http://www.skinmdnatural.com/" target="_blank">SkinMD lotion</a> to try ......<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><strong>SWEET!!!</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlXGAxHLy_Wz0-Ofadw7tJQZYTmTDsXhjIj-7sQIeIVYZJddGTHKuFAW8jmARp6mXvv8_c0uj5g27ub85nuIQJ6RSDs9Kx3izlK-xh5BwjDrEC9b6pCJ9I5UPsK3kFa_ctnZgdhkkq9k/s1600-h/skinmd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307620250154577826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlXGAxHLy_Wz0-Ofadw7tJQZYTmTDsXhjIj-7sQIeIVYZJddGTHKuFAW8jmARp6mXvv8_c0uj5g27ub85nuIQJ6RSDs9Kx3izlK-xh5BwjDrEC9b6pCJ9I5UPsK3kFa_ctnZgdhkkq9k/s200/skinmd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br />Being the naturally pessimistic girl that I am, my first thought is: this has got to be a scam of some sort.<br /><br /><p></p>My second thought is: did I somewhere in my infinite wisdom post something about the absolute desert that covers my body? My serious skin issues and problems with keeping this leather well conditioned? (<span style="font-size:85%;">Was I drunk and sharing too much information that day?)<br /></span><p></p><br />How the heck did Pete know I have a serious issue with <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kAadV1LxdEQkXB7Igortng?authkey=Gv1sRgCL3w04PWmez3Zg&feat=directlink" target="_blank">boot dandruff </a><span style="font-size:85%;">(and that is a seriously gross photo, so click if you think you can handle it)</span><br /><p></p><br />What the what??? <span style="font-size:78%;">(Hi, Shelle)<br /></span><br /><p></p><br /><p><br />So, I cautiously agree to try this lotion and my bottle arrived about a month or so ago. <span style="font-size:85%;">(I am SURE that I mentioned on this here blog that I am a procrastinator , so Pete should not be disappointed or surprised that it has taken this long to get around to my scientific experiments.) </span></p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><p><br /></span>Don't worry, Pete, I won't be trying the sulfuric acid test at home.<br /><br />I am going to try this stuff for a week and let you know exactly what I think.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s. I'm sure Pete was looking for a different kind of review. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s.s. Who knew you could take a measly little lotion review and stretch into a rather boring two posts? Shut up Catherine!</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s.s.s. Next is the </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.edenfantasys.com" target="'_"><span style="font-size:85%;">Eden Fantasys</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> review and a giveaway too!!! Don't want to miss that!<br /><br /></span></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-12538448664760791122009-02-27T14:41:00.000-05:002009-02-27T17:03:58.211-05:00Would you kiss those lips?<div align="center">Supposedly an ad from around 1919 - right before prohibition.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_woALntVgXclv6KDyNWFMWiMoPXz7DVBp3FSpBriml4giJbJ7p2h1_fj9c7lKFYi_-pZOti636Rgg2UJjhmexsPOSQPEPw2YUQVakzntrDq2SWENUW7QpbF3EVxB8nEVs4kX7DzJiPmw/s1600-h/liqourad1910.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307599291068912050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_woALntVgXclv6KDyNWFMWiMoPXz7DVBp3FSpBriml4giJbJ7p2h1_fj9c7lKFYi_-pZOti636Rgg2UJjhmexsPOSQPEPw2YUQVakzntrDq2SWENUW7QpbF3EVxB8nEVs4kX7DzJiPmw/s400/liqourad1910.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Seriously, would you stop drinking?</span></strong> </p><p align="center"></p><br /><br />I would especially like to call attention to the lovely on the left with her hand raised. Quite the looker in her day!<p align="left"><br />I would like to thank <a href="http://www.classicminis.org/">Rhonda</a> from Classic Minis, for this!!<br /></p></div><br />************************************************<br />Foto Phriday Phun with <a href="http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/"target="_blank">Candid Carrie</a>. Check it out. It's Phun!binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-36326927779481108532009-02-26T15:56:00.002-05:002009-02-26T16:22:57.799-05:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">***** UPDATE *****</span></strong><br /><br />I am a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>FINALIST</strong></span> in <div align="justify"><a href="http://www.blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com" target="_blank">Shelle</a> at Blokthoughts' "Don't You Hate it " contest !!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??? </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">GO VOTE!!!!!</span> </p>You have until midnight, so time is of the essence, people!</div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">If you vote for me, you get an extra entry into my giveaway that is ending this weekend!! (who said bribery doesn't work???)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Come back, okay??</span><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><strong><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">TMI Meme</span></strong><br /><br />I found this somewhere in the blogosphere and don't remember where. (so, sue me) </p></div><div align="justify">I'm still not recovered from my pity party so this will have to do.<br /><br />-.-.-.-.--.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-<br />1. Have you ever skipped school? Who me?? Never. (looks around cautiously for lightning)<br /><br />2. What is your favorite naughty word? It would have to be DUMBASS! I am so not above the word F*ck or its many variations.<br /><br />3. Have you ever been arrested? Huge fear of mine, so no. I am sure I've done things that could get me arrested, but I try to keep illegal activity to a minimum. Hey, various sexual positions are illegal in more than one state. It <em>could</em> happen.<br /><br />4. Do you and your spouse have a code that you use when you want sex? We have a pillow. One side says "tonight", the other side says "not tonight". Where the hell is that pillow anyway? Also, a tongue in the ear is a clue.<br /><br />5. Do you have special names for....ahem...you know, either cute ones that your kids use or nasty ones that you and your spouse use?<br />Don't think anything an 18 year old would call it would be cute.<br /><br />6. How many drinks does it take to get you sloshed? Buzzed - 2 drinks. Sloshed - roughly 27 to be fall down, slur your words, can't remember your name drunk. Or a 64 oz margarita I had in Puerto Rico.<br /><br />7. Do you always wash your hands after you go potty or are you one of those gross people who comes out of the toilet in a public restroom and fixes their hair then leaves without washing? Ewwww, wash. Those people that just do their business and leave without washing just creep me out. (and I am not a germ-o-phobe, like some)<br /><br />8. When was the last time you played the clitar, dialed 9 on a rotary phone or spanked your monkey? I am not good with musical instruments. Who has rotary phones anymore? My monkey is generally well behaved and does not require corporal punishment. Wait, was this some sort of sexual question? I am confused.<br /><br />9. What's your favorite smell that others would consider weird? New car smell. You'd think I was male.<br /><br /><br />10. What's your favorite adult beverage? Bailey's or Pina Colada. Although, I hear Duck Farts are da bomb. hehehehe<br /><br />11. Favorite old school cartoon? It should be the Flintstones since I work at the rock pit. But I think it was the Jetsons.<br /><br />12. If you won the lottery what is the first thing you would do with the money? (If you say donate to charity you're a liar. I said the FIRST thing you'd do.) Buy a new house and all new furniture and then buy my sister a new car.<br /><br />13. Have you ever fed a dog peanut butter just to see what would happen? No, do cats count?<br /><br />14. Favorite blond joke? I am officially offended.<br /><br />15. Have you ever undressed Barbie and Ken and made them do it? Not recently. After the last time, they've sort of stayed away.<br /><br />16. Did you know gullible isn't in the dictionary? Sounds like a legal term. Did you check the legal dictionary?<br /><br />17. Shittiest car you've ever had? $200 - 1972 Chevy Impala with a smashed in front end, one missing headlight, cracked windshield and a smashed in passenger door that you had to kick open from the inside. Oh yeah, and an irridescent paint job courtesy of the sprinklers.<br /><br />18. Most risque place you've ever done it? I will have to plead the 5th, but use your imagination.<br /><br />19. Most old embarrassing ass song that you just LOVE no matter what anyone thinks? Glenn Miller Orchestra - In the Mood. I've said it before, I was born 30 years too late.<br /><br />20. Ever puked out a car window? Only when I was pregnant. But I've gotten in trouble for my friends puking out the window and the parental units thought it was me. </div><br /><br /><br />Anybody that wants to play along with this meme, please let me know and link me up if you can.binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-54347245009736556292009-02-25T18:10:00.008-05:002009-02-25T19:29:03.590-05:00Don't you hate it when<div align="justify"><a href="http://blokthoughtsnmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/dyhiw-today-come-enterwin-free-stuff.html" target="_blank">Shelle</a> at Blokthoughts is having her "Don't You Hate it Mondays" contest today. And since I have been so busy (this is an easy post - I have so many DYHIW posts)and was one of her first followers and contributors to this particular contest, I feel like I would be letting her down if I did not contribute. I also want to win a piece of <a href="http://artnsewl.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Emily's</a> awesome artwork, but that is really not my motivation. </div><p></p><br />Really?? Motivated?? Did I just say that??<br /><p></p><p align="justify"><br /><br />Don't you just hate it when you are out shopping with your husband and he is walking at the speed of light and you've been shopping all day and can't keep up with him.<br /></p><p></p><p align="justify"><br />Then, you are trudging through an extremely busy, crowded furniture store, when they are having a giant clearance sale and looking at an item that is tucked behind a huge sofa.<br /></p><p></p><p align="justify">When aforementioned husband takes off with the salesman and you turn quickly to run after him, because you forgot your cell phone, and don't want to loose him.<br /></p><p></p><p align="justify">And when turning quickly, you forget the ginormous sofa has a whole chaise lounge thing right behind you and you go ass over teakettle, like Dick van Dyke, over the chaise and land solidly on the hard wooden floor.<br /></p><p></p><p align="justify">And 12 people turn around and look at you, snickering, but do nothing to help you up.<br /></p><p></p>And now, your damn husband is long gone too.<br /><p></p><p align="justify">Plus, you are now positive that the some smartass security guard has surely posted that fall on you tube.<br /></p><p></p>Fark, I hate when that happens.<br /><p></p><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPsofhzu9f0&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPsofhzu9f0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Are you still here?<br /><p></p><br />Go read the other DYHIW stories. And don't forget to vote.<br /><p></p><p align="justify"><br />----------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong># 196</strong><br /></span><br />I swear I am ending the giveaway this week. Even if I have to post nothing but the post numbers. Who knew it would take so dang long to put up the final 10 posts to 200. </p><p>You can enter <a href="http://binksday.blogspot.com/2009/02/200-posts-and-im-having-party.html" target="_blank">here</a> ♥</p><br /><br />I would like to give a special shout out to <a href="http://georgienba.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Georgie</a> at Decisionally Challeged for being a great bloggy buddy. <p></p>Thanks Georgie!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-52797465233699074482009-02-19T02:13:00.015-05:002009-02-19T02:25:50.233-05:00Who Knew (and other useless information)<strong><span style="font-size:180%;"># 195</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br />.........................................................<br /><br /><br /><p></p><div align="justify"><br /><br /><u>Who knew and other useless information</u><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">*** Warning: I am not a doctor or claim to be a medical professional. The following is for informational purposes only. No animals or spam were harmed in the making of this post. Laughing is strongly recommended. (and apparently good for building a strong core)***<br /></span></em><br /></span></div><p></p><div align="justify"><br />Now, I am no computer genius, guru or wizard, but I wanted to share a little Internet Explorer trick that I've been using for a few years. It drives me crazy when I see Salty type out the whole URL in the address bar, when the shortcut works just great. </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />If you just type the main name in the explorer address bar and hit Ctrl+Enter, it will paste the 'http://www.' at the front and the '.com' at the end.<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />How did it work for you?<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />Good.<br />You will now save approximately 7,938 seconds annually.<br />Think of how much more blogging you will get done!<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">.........................................................<br /><br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">In other news.....<br />I have been spouting this rhetoric for many years and now, studies show that I am right! </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />Germ-o-phobes, listen up. </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />It seems that a little dirt is good for you. </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />I found <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/27/health/27brod.html?" target="_Blank">this article</a> in the New York Times, which basically says, when millions of bacteria, viruses and worms enter the body, they promote the development of a healthy immune system. Basically the more germs we let our body process, the stronger our immune system. It goes on to talk a lot about worms, but worms are kinda creepy. (I'm not reading - LA LA LA LA LA LA) </div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br /><em>And then, </em>it says, the overuse of antibacterial everything has led to the increase in antibiotic resistant, disease causing bacteria.<br />DaDa! I always say that!!!<br /><br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br />Dirt....... its what's for dinner.<br /><br />.........................................................<br /><br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify"><br /><br />Not into mudpies??<br />Are you from Hawaii?<br />Do you love all things Spam?<br />Are you looking to cut down your grocery budget and start planning meals using that famous canned meat product?<br /><br />A 12 oz. can costs about $3.00, quite the bargain.<br />Pork, ham and spices in a lovely salt water and sodium nitrate broth. Yum!<br /><br />And if you use Google mail, your spam folder conveniently lists all the spam recipes that one could ever ask for. (look up at the top)<br /><br />Ginger Spam Salad, Spam Swiss Pie and even Creamy Spam Broccoli Casserole!<br /><br />Don't those sound divine??<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8imnXEC9I4hAiqittu8mJDyMpQiohdfl1djACi8AELjKLlHw5yKBEUc3HdlV5htTTnrpD8qKpFxAGw90cv8jbfpEAxSqM8aeaR-qzjsL9YYcOH2JXQAb9DVi_aaMc3SJYcsQp8eFIwE/s1600-h/spam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304380695209825490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk8imnXEC9I4hAiqittu8mJDyMpQiohdfl1djACi8AELjKLlHw5yKBEUc3HdlV5htTTnrpD8qKpFxAGw90cv8jbfpEAxSqM8aeaR-qzjsL9YYcOH2JXQAb9DVi_aaMc3SJYcsQp8eFIwE/s320/spam.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p></p><br />More cheeky, silly Monty Python mockumentary spam: <p></p><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/anwy2MPT5RE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anwy2MPT5RE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><p></p><br />Spam! I think I would rather eat dried up boogers from the floor of the local kindergarten class. <p></p><br /><br />*varp* (sorry, Catherine) <p></p><br />.......................................................... <p></p><br />Last, I would like to shout out to my bloggie friends a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! </span>to <a href="http://stuck-in-the-sticks.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Tiffany</a> at Stuck-in-the-sticks and <a href="http://chrouserchronicles.blogspot.com/" target="'_blank">Sheri</a> at Chrouser Chronicles.binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-81102124604185999792009-02-18T08:36:00.011-05:002009-02-18T09:58:37.109-05:00N00b tag<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong># 194</strong><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><p></p><div align="justify"><br />I was tagged by <a href="http://franticmomandmore.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-tag.html" target="_blank">Amy from Frantic Mom and More</a> and since I am all about supporting the little guy (and n00b), I will post her little meme. (Really, I have been too lazy to blog and this was an easy way out - sue me) </div><p></p><br />So, a big thanks to Amy for bailing me out. And Amy, can you please read <a href="http://georgienba.blogspot.com/2008/11/noreply-commentbloggercom.html" target="_blank">Georgie's post</a> about the "no reply" monster. Some things are just best left as private conversations.<br /><br />Look mom, two links today!! But I can't promise that I will follow any more rules.<br /><br /><br />THE RULES:<br /><p><br /><br />Step 1: respond and rework -- answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">No problem - but if everyone adds one more, this thing is going to be like 198,875,765 questions long. For the sake of time, not gonna happen.</span> <p><br />Step 2: tag - eight other un-tagged people<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I like most of my bloggy friends - so I am pseudo techno tagging those who want to participate (are the bloggy police coming to get me for breaking the rules?</span> <p><br /><br />1) What are you wearing right now? <span style="color:#ff0000;">blue silky nightie that my husband says is a mu-mu. But it is short. Can mu-mus be short? </p></span><br />2) <span style="color:#ff0000;">How many lovers have you had in your lifetime? </p>bwaahaahaaahaaahaa - just thought I would throw that in to make everyone uncomfortable. </span></p><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My answer would blow my cover as a nice, normal, married woman. </span></p><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ok, three. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">My husband, my baby daddy and that Sting look-a-like in Mexico. </span></p><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></p></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Maybe.</p><br />The Mexican thing is really a fantasy I had.</p><br /><br />Maybe.</p></p><br /><br />RL friends - SHUT UP!!!</span><br /><p></p><br />3) Do you nap a lot? <span style="color:#ff0000;">NAP? I barely sleep. </span><br /><p></p><br />4) Who is the last person you hugged? <span style="color:#ff0000;">My hubby.</span><br /><p></p><br />5) What websites to you visit when you go online? <span style="color:#ff0000;">Blogger, Facebook, Google.</span><br /><p></p><br />6) What was the last item you bought? <span style="color:#ff0000;">Baseboards</span><br /><p></p><br />7) What is the last thing you ate? <span style="color:#ff0000;">Cereal for dinner last night. What? I had a big lunch.</span><br /><p></p><br />8) If you woke up tomorrow and were a boy, what is the first thing you would do and why? <span style="color:#ff0000;">All you others are just liars about peeing outside. You know the first thing you would do is jack off. Who you trying to kid? </span><br /><p></p><br />9) Has a celebrity's hair cut ever influenced your own hairstyle? <span style="color:#ff0000;">I once took a boyfriend's Playboy to get that Playmate, tussled, just had sex look. It didn't work out for me. Story of my friggin' life. </span><br /><p></p><br />10) What is your most embarrassing moment? <span style="color:#ff0000;">the other day when I ate it is the furniture store by pulling a Dick van Dyke move over the sofa. I am sure there is a security tape video of it on You Tube. I am afraid to look.</span><br /><p></p><br />11) What was the last movie you watched? <span style="color:#ff0000;">Ghost Town - it was cute. I am a movie fanatic.</span><br /><p></p><br />12) If you had a whole day to yourself with no work, commitments, or interruptions what would you do? <span style="color:#ff0000;">I'd sleep in, blog, go shopping, see a movie, blog, sleep, blog, play video games, blog. Are we seeing a pattern here? </span><br /></p><br />13) What is one indulgence that you cannot live without? <span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hello??? Cable and computer. <br />OK - the computer because you can get the internet for free.<br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><p></p><br /><br /></span></span></span>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6126388208514132309.post-40303468291306433432009-02-16T11:15:00.022-05:002009-02-16T12:53:45.922-05:00Weekend Update<div align="justify">Enter my 200th post mini giveaway <a href="http://binksday.blogspot.com/2009/02/200-posts-and-im-having-party.html">HERE</a><br /><br />___________________________________<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"># 193</span> </strong></div><strong></strong><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(seven more & I pick a winner -and not the booger variety)</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />I am exhausted.<br /></div><p align="justify"></p><div align="justify">And, I didn't get much de-cluttering done this weekend. But, we did accomplish a few things this weekend which means the whole house situation is looking up. <p></p><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">After leaving work, we spent Friday night looking for furniture and had dinner at Cheesecake Factory.<br />It was friggin' crowded!<br />I guess people had the idea to do an early Valentine's celebration and avoid the crowds.<br />Ummmm..... not so much. <p></p><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><br />Weekend Plan # 1 - shot to hell.<br />Which means my super secret VD evening plan is now shot too. (somehow, secret VD evening plan just sounds so wrong. Like some sort of sexual terrorist attack.) </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p><br />Saturday morning we were suppose to paint mouldings we bought Friday night. Oh wait, we didn't buy those Friday night. I guess that is off the schedule. And Salty had a wild hair to buy a TV stand for the new media room. And everyone knows, wild hairs need to be addressed immediately. <span style="font-size:85%;">(I am sure it's a medical thing, but you would have to ask </span><a href="http://jilljillbobill.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jill</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">, she's the nurse) </span><p></p><br /><br />We never even got around to buying the moulding until Saturday night and we had chase it down at two different Lowe's. Fun times and soooo romantic......... <p></p><br /><br />We did end up getting take out sushi and a dulce de leche cheesecake. <span style="font-size:85%;">(and if you've never had the caramel-y, creamy goodness that is Cuban dulce de leche, you are missing out!)</span></div><p></p><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">We finally got busy Sunday morning. </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Not that kind of busy, get your mind out of the gutter and FOCUS!! )</span></div><p></p><br /><div align="justify">We got the moulding painted, and part of it installed. All the laundry washed, dried and put away. Floors vacuumed and dishes washed & kitchen cleaned. <p></p><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now, 200 linear feet of moulding more and the the downstairs will be complete. <p></p><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Except the bathroom remodel....... and speakers...... and touch up painting.....and toe kicks........and furniture moving ........and de-cluttering...... and organizing........... and staining............ <p></p><br /><br /></div><div align="justify">Damn, we are not even <em>close</em> to being done.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">How was your weekend?? Just wondering, does your husband change all your plans and ruin perfectly good weekends too?<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><p></p><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></div>binkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10892145759857437371noreply@blogger.com10