Saying Sunday

I am sitting here staring at a blank screen ...
Note to self: write down the sayings as you hear them because the alcohol your age has finally affected your memory.

So I needed a little help this morning with exactly what I was going to write about I may as well start getting used to it my Daddy keeps telling me it will only get worse. The good thing is I have good friends who always come through for me, one who made the lightbulb come on this morning and the other who actually gave me the story to write about.

Technically I don't suppose this is a "saying" but it will do and the story is rather funny.

Cut in the Butter.

Cooking phrase right? Yes I know it is but what the hell this is my blog and I am already rambling so who gives a hoot if I don't really use a everyday phrase right? I mean I could start something and make Cut in the Butter mean something other than Cut in the Butter but I won't cause I don't have the energy, and we already have cutting going on in Phrases (note to self read the note to self above and write these down NOW) we have Cut the Cheese, or Cut a Rug, or Cut a Rip see plenty of Cuts we don't need to Add Cut in the Butter.

A few years ago I was hanging out with my very special sister, (I won't name any names here cause that is just wrong) and she was making me.... making me... making me.. (oh lord I forgot I had to type that word.. I hate this word... ick) she was making me *gasp* apple crisp. (the fact I hate the word crisp has nothing to do with the story by the way and is a long post for another day) So as she was going along she was reading the recipe out loud to me and then actually performing what it said. Add 1 Cup Sugar and she would measure the sugar and dump it in, after a few minutes I got a bit bored of watching this little play so I wasn't paying much attention until I heard "Cut in 1 stick of butter" and I perked right up. I sat up straight on the edge of my chair cause I just HAD to see what happened next. As expected she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a stick of butter (that she hadn't softened by the way cause we all know when making such recipes it helps to soften a tiny bit.. and by all I mean everyone but my sister) unwraps the butter and holds the stick of butter in one hand the largest knife I have ever seen in the other and started cutting tiny pieces off of the butter stick into the dry mixture.

All I could manage to do was sit there and laugh and finally after she got finished with the task at hand managed to muster out.. "What the HELL are you doing???" (see how I filled in the blank there) her reply of course was "CUTTING in the butter!"

(insert eye roll)

Would you believe that *I* am the blond???

So, do you have any recipe fiasco's you can tell us about? Do you have a favorite recipe that you would like to share? Or maybe you found a 100 year old 500 lb heart attack in the disguise of a dessert recipe you could tell us about.

Happy Sunday Ya'll!

Wordles....

Top Wordle Made from Hillbilly Gothic

Second Wordle taken from the old one. (look close ladies you will see some good ones

This post is brought to you because of this lovely lady who pointed me here.

I enjoyed sifting through the words from Hillbilly Gothic so much last night that I went back and did the same thing with my old longer blog and loved it as well. I have decided I am going to be printing and framing these words and hanging them close to my "office space" which is really no more than a corner of the Princess Room. (which is just fine with me cause the Princess Room ROCKS!)

So today have fun.. go play here for a few minutes and think about the words you use the most.

This evening I am taking the Watergirl and her friends to see Dear John and out to eat, which means Jauns here we come. That child would eat Nachos 3 times a day 7 days a week if I let her.
I am not sure I am up to such a sappy movie but hey this is for her not me.


Happy Saturday all.
Smooches!
Re

Fun Facts Friday

One of the greatest waterman to ever grace the bay with his presence. Great Grandaddy Henry Owens

For the record the pictures on today's post have absolutely NOTHING to do with my post and everything to do with HERS. I do things like this cause I love her.

This is the way the bay used to look when you were going out in the morning, see all the boats? Sadly if you are out there today you are probably not going to see anyone until you come back to the dock.

Ok there is nothing really FUN about my Facts other than they are FACTS and it is FRIDAY so thereby making them FUN by association alone.

These are shots of the Ellen before she had the house built on her and yes those men have on suits and hats it is Christmas after all.

There are also rules to my FUN FACTS, who has fun fact rules you ask, the answer would be me. The rules are for each FUN FACT I will also ask a question and you are supposed to leave a comment and answer said question (I like comments... I don't care if you don't answer it truthfully just answer and let me know you are around... as an ex's voicemail once said "If you took the time to call take the time to leave a message"... he didn't like those hang ups on his answering machine it annoyed him ...guess what I did for 6 months after we split up.) Oh sorry the squirrel got me again now where was I? Oh yes.. facts.

The Ellen Marie all dolled up and at Owens and Sons dock Davis Creek, Bavon VA (did you think that is was just by chance I happen to live on Davis Creek in Bavon VA??)

1. I have a favorite song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls it will remain my favorite song until the day I die there will be no other song that can take it's place. ever. I also can't listen to this song without crying or listening to it twice so that I smile the second time and that is always the way it works cry the first time smile the second. If it comes on the radio I have to change the station quickly because I know they aren't going to play it back to back and I will cry for hours.

What is your favorite song or what would you consider to be your "theme" song?

Great Uncles and Great Grandfather and Jelly on the Thomas E. Jelly had hands the size of dinner plates, no kidding.

2. 99% of the furnishings in my home are either A. Hand me Down B. Borrowed C. Heirlooms D. Just flat out stolen from the sister person. I like it this way, it means that just about everything in my home has meaning and a story and some kind of depth to it. These are the things that I like to have around me all the time it is kind of like having people around that don't talk back!

Look around you, is what you see new, was it always yours or once belong to your great great uncle, or is all sparkly new straight from Ikea?

You are probably thinking wait these are people not boats. Yes of course they are people but people who the boats were named after :)
The real Thomas E was my uncle Everette there on the left.
The real Ellen Marie was my grandmother in the white sitting beside Great Grandaddy Henry Owens.
On the right is Uncle Taylor oddly no boat had his name.

3. I live in Bavon, which is also known as the end of the friggin earth. I decided to live here for a reason, I liked it, I liked the quiet, that lasted all of 3 days. I miss the city, I miss having a mall on the way home from work, I miss having a Starbucks on every corner. I miss my state of the art gym with the indoor pool and the rock climbing wall, I even miss the traffic. I will probably end up back in the city some day, but for today it is beaches and quiet nights.

Where do you live and is it where you want to be forever?

Thats a lot of fish! Far right my grandfather Lemual "Snooks" Burroughs

4. Today is Friday and I am happy it is Friday for no other reason than it is Friday plain and simple. No big plans tonight just Friday. I do have some plans tomorrow Watergirl turns 16 on Monday and she requested Mexican dinner and a movie for her birthday plans so she and some of her friends will be going out to eat and a movie on Saturday on me. I didn't think that was bad for a 16th birthday much cheaper than those Sweet 16 shows she has been watching on MTV. Oh wait I forgot to mention the car she asked for. Yea that.. she is getting a car.. sigh. This leads to 2 questions.

What did you get or do for your 16th birthday?
and
Do you have any plans for the weekend?

One of my favorite pictures of all time. Pop doing what he did.

Thanks for playing along and again if you took the time read take the time to comment.. I like comments HAPPY FRIDAY!
Smooch!!!!!

Just another day on the bay.

A Lesson in Proper Adjectives

Good Morning Young People.

That is the way one of my high school teachers started EVERY class, regardless of time of day. Good Morning Young People! Keep in mind this was the same teacher that passed out cold on her bar stool one day and had to be rushed to the doctor for "taking too much medicine". It does not escape me that in some households a good full bottle of Jim Beam is considered to the Miracle of all Medicines. Either way this post is not even about the Good Morning Young People teacher (there will be more to come on her in the coming weeks as there is much to tell) this post is about a lesson given to the Baby Waterboy this past week.

Proper adjectives while they seem to be easy little things some of them are a bit confusing to a 38 year old who hasn't picked up a grammar book in 20 years 12 year old. This particular assignment was technically given to him last Thursday and I promptly forgot that he had homework until 9:30 pm Sunday evening which lead to massive screaming fest to try to find the agenda and books and paper and pencil an organized walk to the table to complete the assignment.

Assignment: Change the following words to Proper Adjectives.
Rome
Celt
Inca
Shakespeare
New Year's Day
Victoria

Here is Waterboy's Answers

Roman
Celtic
Incan
Shakespearean
New Year's Day
Victoria's Secret

Yes.. you read that right.. Victoria's Secret.

I came so close to letting that paper be filed right in the homework folder just for the fun of it. I mean come on.. the 12 year old Victoria's Secret.. that is good stuff right? Let me explain why I did not, this will only be relevant to those that ever went to school in Mathews in the 7th grade but I want you to know that the English teacher you had 30 plus years ago... same one Baby Waterboy has today. While I love her to pieces as I have known her all my life there is just something about that look and that little disappointed shake of the head she can give that still just gets to me.

So sadly that night I took out an eraser and handed to the Baby Waterboy and said "erase.. that one is not right", at that moment something odd happened, something that has never happened before in life, the Baby Waterboy did not scream at me that he was right and I didn't know what I was talking about and he knew it was right and he wasn't going to change it and on and on and on, instead the miracle of all miracles occured, he took the eraser from my hand and began erasing. I stood there in shock for a couple of minutes trying to digest exactly what had happened and how I was time warped into someone else's kitchen with someone else's little boy doing the same exact homework assignment because this certainly was not my child .... that is until he looked up and saw me standing there in disbelief and said "What??!!??" it was that moment that I saw that little gleam of mischief in his eye, it was then that I saw what was really transpiring here, it was that exact second that I realized Victoria had been used for a small little bit of shock value.

It was then that once again he proved to me that he could be non other than exactly what he is.. my kid.

RE'Sycled Wednesday

I am tired..

So I am going to go with my second favorite movie line

Cowboy: You're so drunk you couldn't hit me. As a matter a fact you are probably seeing double.
Doc Holliday (pulling out second gun): No problem I have one for each of you.

Original Post date: Monday, February 27, 2006

I could watch this movie 1,345,349 times... oh wait I have.
There is a thing I have for good ole Doc... a family thing.
One day I will have to explain that family thing but it won't be today.
Today I am just going to state the obvious...
Apparently I wasn't sleeping in February 2006 either hence the title of the post.
If I don't start sleeping and I mean SOON I am going to be tired in 2013 too... or dead.


Excuse me while I go have some more coffee.....

Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams

And what a growing mountain it is.. Between the dreams I have for my life and the dreams I have where my mother forces everyone in the family who rides roller coasters to shower after every ride my dreams are many and plentiful.

Something has shifted in my world where night dreams are concerned, it has been no time ago that the Waterman and I were having a conversation about the outrageous dreams he has nightly that include some bizarre behavior such as crab potting in the front yard and not being able to catch anything because the grass hadn't been cut (don't ask me I didn't dream it) or maybe the tornado that came by and picked up the house and kept spinning it around and around only to set it perfectly back on the foundation with nothing harmed (again I have no clue). Anyhoo the contents of his dreams were not the point, the point was he dreams multiple times... NIGHTLY.. me being the expert on dreams that I am told him that was not normally that people only dream once or twice a year (people being me but I didn't tell him that) The truth is for years.. well for as along as I can remember I would only remember one or two dreams a year and I convinced the Waterman that he was weird and that something didn't work right in his brain for him to remember his dreams so vividly nightly. Karma.. it is a bitch cause my little fib came back and bit me right in the ass.

Nightly ... multiple times NIGHTLY I have some sort of drama, comedy, lovaorra, myst-fi.. SOMETHING going on in my brain. It is like living in a weird twisted multi plex that shows the oddness that is what I like to call my brain. Unfortunately the showings at the multi plex are directly related to exactly how much sleep that I manage to get.. the more shows the less sleep, untimately the dreams they are so real they wake me up no matter how dark and twisty they are they appear very real, the goat that kept trying to tell me it was really Baby Waterboy.. REAL.. to real.. I could still smell billy goat when I woke up (this could be in direct relation to the topic of which I posted yesterday) but who knows.

I have been told I should write my dreams down in a little book when they happen because if you don't they slip away, and I have had a few where I woke up and thought.. WOW I got to tell so and so about that only to try to remember it later and can't. So I do get the concept of writing them down so as not to forget but the question is do I really want to remember some of these things? My would anyone want to remember having to hide in the closet for 3 hours from the Wolfman, or walking into a concert drunk and dressed for Motley Crue only to realize it was an Opera, those are 99% of the dreams I have, nothing worth remembering. Except then that 1% happens and someone stops in my dreams that I never want to let go I would stay there in dream world with them from now until the end of time, those have I chosen to write down, those I have dared to put into words the feelings that were felt and the physical element of feeling tears in my dreams, the heart wrenching sadness when I had to let go and say goodbye again, those words will be written, those words will be passed to my children one day when I am long gone.

You see... Dreams I have them.

Monday Morning Blah's

What is the point in having a day off to celebrate dead presidents and still having the alarm clock go off in your ear at 6 am. It makes you want to flip the damn think off with BOTH hands. Snow foiled things for me once again, kids have school today so someone had to get up and referee the morning activities.

I am a bit lost as to why my children at the age they are need HELP getting ready for school, when I was their age (yes this is going to be one of those let's look back in time days) I was already staying on my own a majority of the time, and by on my own I mean with the sister person who was the same age. We did not need anyone to say each and EVERY DAMN DAY to complete the following.

1. Take a shower .. why because you smell REALLY bad.
2. Brush your teeth.. why because there is green stuff growing on your teeth
3. Put on clean clothes.. no that is not clean you wore that yesterday and that shirt that you wore last week and shoved behind your bed and took out to wear today didn't get cleaned by magic fairies either.
4 Get up... (5 minutes later) GET UP.... (5 minutes later) GET THE %#$^$%^%#$# up (responded with YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL)
5. Do your homework (no one told me this one.. but maybe they should have cause I never did it)

I just don't understand how two teenagers can be soooooo damn lazy they don't even care what they look like.
Happy F'ing Monday people.