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Anybody got any cheese?

(to go with my Whine, that is...) I would’ve given him the eleven bucks. Today I unlocked our church building for a MOPS group and the ladies’ Bible study that I lead each Thursday morning. Most of you know I’m a church secretary. My office is at my home. Our church meets in a strip center. We’re in between a Chinese restaurant and a bar. This was at around 9 a.m., so I’m pretty sure that the guy who walked in all gangsta like, looking to “meet a friend” wasn’t one of their customers. Complete with tattoos and baggies and the side-swung, too-large ball cap. And the neighborhood is…well….bar-ish. When I questioned what he was doing there, he insisted he was meeting a friend. When pressed, he gave me the name, Jennifer. I didn’t really think he was there for MOPS, but felt like I needed to check. I walked back to the room where MOPS was meeting to see if there was a Jennifer there. He was gone when I came back. Another woman and I walked the bldg, checked the restrooms and c

Guess I'll go eat worms...

It’s not that nobody likes me….it’s just that no one wants to play. Since the rules state that you have to “pay it forward” by sending a hand-crafted gift to 3 people who replied, I can see that it can be daunting. Busy people, especially busy moms, look at it and think , “No Way!” It just is adding another tic box on an already full to-do list. One. More. Thing. So, I am hereby changing the rules: I AM going to pay it forward. But YOU don’t have to! Let me do this for you…and somehow, somewhere down the road, maybe years from now if you are inspired to give a secret little gift to someone who needs a lift, please do so! Ballerina Girl at Roller Coaster Riding who lives in Brasil is my first victim. Ahem, winner. Please email me your snail mail address. I am willing to attempt to send something to Brasil. We’ll see what happens. Runner-up is Missy from It’s Almost Naptime . Even tho’ she really doesn’t want to play, I want to send her something. She has been kind enough to

Because I can't resist a game, especially with prizes!

Momma needs 3…count ‘em, 3 comments. Because I have this inherent need to belong and a competitive streak about a mile wide, I went and entered myself in this friendly little tag called “Pay it Forward.” There’s always a catch, but in this case, it could be real fun! I “won” as one of the first poster’s on Monkeys are Funny's Pay it Forward blog and now it’s YOUR turn….Because I have a fever and chills and am about to hack out a lung every 4-5 minutes, I am unabashedly and shamelessly copying the oh-so-clear rules for this little game from Chatty Kelly , who I tried to play with, but lurked in the background too long so someone beat me to it. She explains it way more clearly than I could, anyway. Here are the rules as posted on her blog: “The first 3 bloggers to leave a comment stating "I want to play & pay!" will receive a hand-made gift from me. Those 3 bloggers promise to post this challenge on their blog (meaning they too will ‘pay-it-forward’, creating a handma

Best of Lost

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I know, I usually do my LOST post really early Thursday morning or even late Wednesday night. I'm late today. Last night right after LOST, I was driving my daughter to Kinko's so she could have her Poetry Anthology bound...she worked so hard on it and the teacher wasn't able to come thru with the comb binding that she promised. It's something I hope to have her give me for Mother's Day. (blatant hint). And then, this morning I began leading our new Ladies' Bible study, called Can We Talk by Priscilla Shirer. So I was preparing last night and early this morning. But you can bet your sweet bippy I wasn't going to be driving to Kinko's during what may have been another shirtless encounter with Sawyer last night. So, just a few quick bullet points about what I think about last night's episode: Best line: (Miles) “He’s from Korea, I’m from Encino.” (When asked to translate for Jin) Best moment: When Sawyer was so genuinely glad to see Jin again and vice

Older is so....old. Can we just say "Mature"

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Missy at It’s Almost Naptime did a call-out to “older moms.” Actually, she said moms with older kids, not older moms, so I guess I'm being just a little bit sensitive about this whole 47 years old thing. I’m older (than she is), I’m a mom…of 3.75 teenagers (baby turns 13 in about 4 months) so, I’m thinking that qualifies. I participated in her letter to oneself at age 20, and had so much fun doing it, I thought I’d participate, even though I wasn ’t specifically tagged, I would jump on the wagon, so to speak. (so, I guess I got a little carried away with linkage). Dear Pam, Well, here you are. It’s 1996. You’re almost 35 and you have 4 kids, ages 5 and under. I know you’re thinking “What was I thinking?!?” I know that because I am future you in 2009 and want to let you in on a few things that I wish I’d known back then….(you’ll understand this who time flash thing when you get here and get hooked on a TV show called LOST). You will eventually sleep. Without having someone besides

Who knew..? (LOST Thursday 13)

1. Who knew Sawyer was a Believer? “Thank you God!” “I take it back!” 2. Who sent Sun the nice PMS gift (chocolate and a gun….works for me J)? Widmore? 3. Who was shooting at Juliet/Sawyer et al from the other canoe? 4. If Ben can’t spring Hurley until tomorrow morning, how close does that put us to the 70 hour deadline? 5. LOVED LOVED LOVED the jumpsuit! There’s a whole lotta orange goin’ on in the LA County lockup. But Hurley is “safe.” 6. OK, pretty sure that Miles is Candle’s son…Daniel implied he (Miles) had been on the island before. But who is Charlotte? 7. Where exactly IS the rest of the dog (or WHEN)? 8. Since Jin is alive, is Michael? And, dare we hope? Charlie? 9. Is Ben behind the guy who shot the darts at Sayid? Because he owned up to hiring the guy who wanted blood samples, which I think was just a ploy to scare Kate. Kate would never go back to the island. Kate would’ve run. Kate always runs. 10. Rousseau was so pretty, in a fresh, earth-momma kind of way. What got h