Ordinary Life

Belva & Robert Greenage threw a joint 50th Birthday bash. I was honored to be their event coordinator. (photos now available by request- removed from public view at request of Belva Greenage)

I will return to regular blogging after Saturday's party... maybe I will even blog about it and whether it was a success or not? In the mean time, enjoy the color scheme I am using and let me know whether you find it tropical enough ( think starfish/sea/palm tree/sand dollars/night)

NAMES

TASTE THE RAINBOW (II) Strawberry , Tangerine , Lemon , Lime & Grape (plus hours of layering and waiting)

"Phil the Landfill" Savannah's famous Puppet People did a show at our library yesterday. We've been on the look out for one occurring nearby for a while and were delighted to just stumble upon this one in our own community, starting in a matter of hours. This one was being presented in honor of Earth Day, but we didn't let THAT stop us. Here's a recap for those of you who wish you could've been there: Mother Earth scolded a chain saw A newspaper dreamed of being a comic book An aluminum can fretted over being thrown away A plastic bottle dreamed of being something better A trash can swallowed a little boy (because he didn't recycle) Cockroaches shamed humans for throwing away perfectly good stuff A rat befriends the little boy in "trash land", but only after accusing him of "being thrown away" because after all, he's seen plenty of other things here in the trash that didn't belong... Phil the Landfill made an appearance Mo...

LoLo, Proud new library cardholder A official reader now, LoLeece holds her very own key to a "whole new world"

Long before Larry coined the term "Lord, I apologize " we have had an initiative in this house to use the word APOLOGIZE in lieu of sorry... this is to prevent flippantly throwing a "sorry" out to a sibling that you've wronged ( in other words it is mostly a teaching tool) It is not uncommon for me to say " Tell your brother/sister that you're sorry" and then to follow with " Try again. Say, I APOLOGIZE" So, peek in on me and Fisher yesterday- he always likes to climb up in my lap when I am folding laundry, which takes the ability to fold out altogether, but that's ok cause it isn't my favorite job anyway. So Fisher is sitting there and I have miraculously emptied one of the 4 or 5 laundry baskets in front of the Chair of Perpetual Unfolded Laundry. As I move it to the side, I accidentally brushed- not hurt or harmed mind you- merely brushed Fisher's arm. ME: Oh, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to Fisher: Say 'I APOLO...

I didn't realize that Johnny Hart had passed away until I saw it this morning on another BLOG . I guess I was too involved in my own little world to catch the news release - not that knowing any sooner could have kept him here, but I could have started missing him sooner, as I feel is appropriate. I would be lying if I said that I bought the Sunday paper for any other reason besides the Comics section. Hart's work has always been among my favorite strips, especially B.C. and I will miss his contribution to that part of my life. I appreciate too, that he was unshaken by critics, who found him less than politically correct. His work, while at times controversial to certain audiences, was as bold as a * Chick tract and twice as effective, thanks to it's simplicity, humor and refusal to damn it's every reader to Hell. (not that Hart didn't believe in Hell, or that lots of people were headed there. . .) One article said that Hart's family members have been helpin...

posted the wrong " hootie " video earlier-- if you viewed prior to 9 PM you may wish to give it another gander. . . or not.

We spent Saturday at Williams-Brice , a place that has become a regular part of my life since marrying a Carolina fan many years ago. While I am not a four quarters kind of girl ( I'd rather watch the last few minutes and then only if it is neck & neck) I am a people watching, concession stand crawling kind of a gal and so long as I am free to roam once a quarter or so, I have stopped complaining about making the annual pilgrimage to watch the Spring "Black and Garnet" Scrimmage. This year, Hootie and the Blowfish opened and did a small halftime show.

I've been drinking Smart Water by GLACEAU . (and no, I still can't do fractions) I first picked their bottle of water from the myriad choices in Walgreens because they weren't afraid to get a little witty on their packaging label. I like that. Same goes for EVERYBODY's NUTS Pistachios, which I bought last night. Salted and European Roast (think malt vinegar) I can't say witty packaging led me to buy O.N.E. Coconut Water, but I have a special kinship with the coconut and was happy to discover the opportunity to drink coconut water without having to sail into the wild blue yonder with Gilligan (the Skipper too!)

more on this later...

As spotted in a wal-mart stall over the weekend: WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO BURN, YOU HAVE TO SET YOURSELF ON FIRE

That time we made cotton candy . . . remember how we were literally up to our elbows? And how we ran out of the flossine so we used Gatorade concentrate instead? I bet we would have done that anyway- - - This will always be a favorite memory of mine.

Six eggs were attacked Thursday morning in what authorities are treating as a hate crime. The eggs were stripped, beaten and cannibalized, leaving no survivors and only a handful of crusty clues as to the motives behind the attack. The remains of a sandwich discovered at the scene is currently being examined and lab results will be published on the local scale within the week. The six eggs (also known as Half A Dozen to some) had hard-core reputations in the Fridge suburb and it is highly likely that they were singled out purely because of their vibrant, hippy colors and tough, hard shell personalities. Six white eggs in a neighboring compartment were left unharmed. The Humane Association for Treating Eggs Nice held a press conference on Friday morning. HATEN's founder, H. Dumpty issued his condolences and challenged the community to "be the king's horses, be the kings men- put this community together again" Dumpty went on to say " We've been scrambled! W...

My phone went totally and completely blank the other day which is a bad thing when you are me, who hasn't memorized any one's number because I rely solely on my contacts list. I was unable to call anyone at all, even my mom; my phone had been reduced to a handy flash light at best. Believe it or not, other people need to contact me from time to time and the other day was one of those days- so I had to replace my phone and while I am excited to have a new phone ( krazr k1- woot !) this story is not really about phones at all. As I am standing at the counter in this phone store, a very large and old Golden Retriever came lumbering from the stock room. This dog has reached the stage in life where walking from room to room is the extent of excitement it's heart can stand. And so it just lay there in the sunlit window, watching my bouncing four year old wearily. I had begun to talk with the sales man at this point ( of course- no child of mine ever wants my attention UNLESS I ...

won't be long now...

I saw it again today and made good on bringing back a photo: (Bless all who enter / Use Other Door Please)

I thought it was just a simple picnic; my motive was to keep the chili, mustard and soda off of my seats and let the pip squeaks get some fresh air. So, with our 'sackful of Krystals ' in hand, we wound our way through the pine shade to a sunny spot near the pond and that is when they declared we were in Paris, dining under the Eiffel Tower, no less! Gotta love that imagination. . .

Easter Eggs 2007

I used to have a principal/algebra teacher (in tiny Christian schools,one dons many hats) that LOVED Mondays. Perhaps he had always loved them, but I always suspected he CHOSE to love them in order to gain our attention and make us groan all the louder when he reminded us with a smile what a perfect day Monday was. A day for new beginnings, a clean slate. " I just LOVE Mondays!" he'd say and while I still haven't adopted his philosophy, I would LIKE to LOVE Mondays or at least be able to tolerate them... we shall see, until then, here's to Manic Monday and everything on my plate that I hope to address/accomplish before "Frantic Friday" gets here: Go to bed earlier, get more sleep Wake up earlier , everyday (and like it) Go grocery shopping Make a schedule ( stick to it) Make rule chart, post prominently Stick to rule chart all week Create Incentives / Consequences to accompany chart Have serious heart to heart with "you know who" quasi-serio...

This year we borrowed an idea from a church we once visited/briefly attended and let the children nail their sins to the cross. . . on Easter morning their sins were no more and "FORGIVEN" was in their place... (the church used to cover the sins with live flowers, and in the years to come I hope to do so as well . . . this year it just got too late in the evening to do flowers) HOWEVER . . . even though we don't make a huge fuss about the Easter Bunny, he was, unfortunately, credited with this act of "forgiving sins" BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD!

. . . he told her so often he didn't need her that eventually he convinced her of it's truth . . . (I can't hear what you are saying- your actions are speaking too loud. . . )

These clever "ads" come from Illinois based Community Christian Church. Enjoy these and then head over to their site to check out other videos and the link to their " CCC Tube " (on You Tube). [[ It would be wise to loosen ye ol' collar first. . . ]]

What struck me: " All the people answered, "Let His blood be on us and on our children!" Matthew 27:25 (NIV) and it was

Technically this isn't my 100th post- I've been doing this for sometime and passed the 100th mark many, many rants ago- but I threw a lot into "the Abyss" and had to start over- gave myself a clean slate, ya see? And according to my dashboard, I've actually got some 107-odd posts to my credit- some of which are "private drafts" as yet to be released to the public ;o) But according to the count , this post is 100 in a manner of counting and so I offer the traditional 100 random items about yours truly and the life that surrounds me... I will probably stretch the numbers A LOT as I can't think of 10 things to list, much less 100 Here goes anyway: My name is Kelly Lynn My maiden name is Carnes My married name is Brewer I just go by momma or "hey, you" most of the time I was once bestowed the nickname Killer And also Fred But in general most people shorten my name to Kel I hated being rhymed with Jelly and Belly growing up- but now they are fam...

This morning, when I climbed out of the shower, Fisher's face was mysteriously blue, the same shade of blue as the cupcakes that we bought yesterday. So I asked him about it. You'll notice that he jumps right from " I did not have any sort of relationship with a cupcake" to " Why the cupcake needed me" For those of you who don't understand his garbled 4 yr old speak, in the first deposition, he explains that the cupcake had fallen over in it's case, getting it's icing top stuck to the lid and in deposition number 2 he vividly describes how the cupcake was forced upon him by his bigger sister LoLo ... You may notice that this movie is a lot like a Japanese film, where the lip movement is just slightly off of the sound- I am new to video editing and this needed everything you can think of- I had to convert the format, rotate the frames and then paste together the resulting spliced movie. . . none of which I had ever done before. (Please disregard...

(she's gone country and that is NEVER any good...)

clever

somebody quick, throw me a rope . . . . . . on second thought, it is kinda cool down here and squishy between my toes I am already so far down maybe drifting here isn't such a bad idea. . . WAIT! No... don't talk like that-- remember "the after " ? it is twice as unpleasant as this is nice get up! go home! you silly, foolish pit I know I am in trouble when scolding myself becomes audible, even violently argumentative I went straight home just like I told myself to do though I'd like to take this chance to say I really don't think I should talk to ME that way it isn't very nice though neither is the other which is all I was trying to tell myself sometimes I just don't listen certain things in life are badly timed like contentment mud puddles and contention all in one night one doesn't make the others any easier to bear it almost seems like it was planned that way on purpose I'm being silly, I know i KNOW better than all of this -- i do . i ju...

winds of "take a chance" flung the smallest seeds of kindness into the fertile soils of an abandoned minefield and King David cultivated them in truth and persevered until the field detonated, smelling like peace then he allowed me to stroll the garden and take it's aroma home. hail to the king!