Three books later.....Where have I been?

Recently, I rented the DVD to 'Twilight.'  Hubby out of town hog hunting, the kids and I rented a few movies.  Having previously caught the movie on satellite in bits and pieces, and finding it to be more than I had expected I included the Twilight DVD as one of mine.  *sigh*  BIG. MISTAKE.

See, sometimes, when something hits me in just the right way to make just a certain impact, I become.  Obsessed.  Like when the song Love Story by Taylor Swift came out.  Something about that song stuck with me and I carried Macxine with me everywhere so I could continuously play the music video on You Tube.  Drove the Hubby nuts.  [Luckily, he wasn't around to realize just how many times I played it.]

Then, I purchased the CD and did the same in the SUV.  All the time.  Over and over, play a few more songs and then skip back to Track 3.

When this happens, I have learned that I have to immerse myself completely to get break the addiction.  And, just like Love Story, I have been stuck.  Addicted?  No, more like obsessed.

New Moon has been released in the theaters, only to be sold out the first few days.  I ached to see this movie -- to know what happens next.  But, being the smart one (or not?) I decided that for THIS one, I would read the book first.

I headed to Wal-Mart and scooped up a copy of New Moon.  After having been approached by another Mom (and her daughter) I knew that one book would not be enough.  I'd better play it safe and pick up Eclipse while I was at it.  After all, 1200 pages should be enough to cure me -- and, whenever would I find the time to read more than that in a short sitting anyhow?

I finished reading New Moon in the span of 24 hours, and was indeed glad to dive immediately into Eclipse.  I devoured these books so quickly that I realized I'd better have Breaking Dawn as a back up because I was totally committed to reading the entire Twilight Saga.

When I arrived at the book department, there were still several copies of Breaking Dawn available...only, something was uninterpretable.  GASP!  They only copies left were written in Spanish.  ?!?!?!

My heart actually started to race. What will I do?  They had dozens two days ago?  Holy Cr@pville!  I neeeeeeeeeeed it!  I rummaged through the Twilight section several times, then through all the sections attached and nearby.  I found copies of the other books out of place but NO Breaking Dawn.... !?!?!?  I actually had to remind myself to breathe.

>While scurrying through the store for the few items I'd popped in for [#1 being Breaking Dawn] I was sure to scan every end cap for a misplaced copy of said book.  As I headed to check out I felt the magnetic pull to go back to the book section and look just once more.

I did.  Everywhere.  I went through the same set of books again.  I went around the corner.  I went around the other corner.  I went back.  I stepped to and fro among the few other people there looking for a book of their own.  I can only imagine I looked like a meth addict searching for my last hit/dose/fix that had somehow fallen between the books.

And, then I saw it.  In a grocery cart [not belonging to me].  There were three hard-backed copies.  Without hesitation, I swooped and grabbed one.  Luckily, it was in a cart belonging to a sales person.  Otherwise you would have seen one of two things happen:

1) FW begging some person for one of their copies of Breaking Dawn

or,

2) FW fleeing at full speed [with book in hand] from an angry customer. Could you see me in jail, waiting for the Hubby to bail me out for theft and harassment? And, all for the longing of more paranormal romance....

I will not admit here what I was willing to pay for that book but luckily it was more than reasonably priced for a hard cover.

So, is Breaking Dawn all it is set out to be?  YES.  In fact, now that I'm down to page 529 out of a mere 754 pages I'm slowing myself down.  Savoring each word and emotion as I read it.  Because, this is it.  This is all I have left of this saga -- until I read it all again.

I'll be heading out to watch New Moon as soon as life will possibly let me [though, I can't stand the movie theater] only, I'm really secretly holding out for the third of the triquil?  threequil?  Eclipse...'cuz that's when it gets really good and all back to Edward.  [swoon] Dear, Sweet, vampire lovely Edward...

Don't get me wrong.  Jacob is a sweet, cutie too -- all werewolf, and all.  But, it is the passion between Edward and Bella that stole my heart, my mind, and my Thanksgiving weekend.

Three books later.....Where have I been?

NEW MOON

Who knew.

I've been encaptured.  Taken, if you will.  I've fallen prey to it and I'm happy for it.  I can't put it down.  No, don't ask me to.  I can't.

I read the whole book in less than 24 hours and as soon as I hit 'publish' here,  as Hubby is watching T.V. in bed, and kids are upstairs watching movie/s in the playroom I will once again, Escape.

Eclipse.  That is where you will have to find me, should you need me.

I think, I shall even light the fire place.  Just for the ambiance to add to the pleasure/torture/pleasure the story brings me.  If you read less of me here, know that I am in another world....where, the words fill my mind, leaving the pages blank and my imagination takes me somewhere far from here......

I hope to return...  I know I must as there is still a Fourth volume to devour...  I can't help myself...it's addicting.  It's as if I'm on my own, Special Diet....

When that one has been consumed, and I've watched the actual movie to "New Moon" I do not know where to go from there.

So, Happy Thanksgiving!  Happy Reading!  Happy Addiction, where-er' you may find it.  So long as, it's Happy -- That's all that matters ;-)

NEW MOON

ChoclatiQue...chocolates out of the box!

Y'all know if I'm blogging about chocolate....then, it must be really good.  I'm not a big sweet eater, but when I do have a craving, I want a flavor that lasts on my pallet.  This chocolate company has earned the Farmer's Wife, Glass Half Full seal of approval.

Choclatique provides over 200 Authentically American premium chocolate confections.  Everything from the traditional to the whimsical, which I find most beautiful and mouth watering.

(American Apple Pie)




(Cranberry Cream)



Each of their magical confections are hand-made and hand-decorated.  Then, they are hand-packed in a chocolaty brown box and adorned with a beautiful chocolate ribbon (the box and ribbon are, unfortunately, inedible however).

Choclatique also sells sauces, ganaches, beverages, chocolate bars, marshmallows, nuts, cooking ingredients and other novelties.

Let yourself shop the colorful array of chocolates in their Flavor Guide.  The colors, shapes, and holiday flavors are all so inticing!

AND, you can build your very own box!  Which, I find freeing.  Who wants two double darks when the milk chocolates are your favorite?  To me it always seems that with any nice box of chocolates, I always end up with a few I do not prefer.  But, not in this case.  You pick'em as you like'em!

[What about the taste test? I know y'all are all wondering.  Hold tight..]

Their website provides an interesting and delectable history of chocolate, as well as how they make their product -- from harvesting the cocoa beans, to the milling and the processing of the substances that are reaped from the beans,  to the actual artistry of Chocolatique's fine products and savory treats.

These little diddies make for great gifts, either for friends and family and your favorite chocolate lover or for your clients and patrons.

[Get to the taste test, I hear y'all thinking.  Don't worry, I am!]

If just knowing about their choc-o-lates and enjoying their sweet chocolates isn't enough, they even have a Blog about chocolate.  If you are a true, bonafide, lover of chocolate -- you are gonna' want to add this blog to your blog roll.  There you can find tidbits and interesting information about who's loving what in chocolate but more importantly you can find ALL kinds of RECIPES!  Shlurp that one into your reader!

Here is another wonderful option in their product line, SUGAR FREE.  What about the diabetic in the family who loves chocolate but has a hard time finding a good quality treat that encompasses all the wonderment of true, sweet, rich, silky sweet chocolate?  This is what actually led me to Choclatique in the first place.  Their Sweet Deceit line.

Now, all this sounds great...but, what about what "I" think?  Well, I was lucky enough to receive a sample from their "Napa Valley Wine Collection."  Wine chocolates?  Oh, my.

I received:

Fall Vineyard Merlot, Late Harvest Cabernet, Estate Chardonnay, and Sparkling Blanc de Chocolate.

At first, I was thinking the chocolate itself was somehow tastefully scented for the tongue with the name of the wine it wears.  But, no.  Each holds inside a soft creamy filling.

They. Are all.   Wonderful.  I'm not a big sweet eater and I tend to not crave sweets.  But, on occasion I do like something -- a taste -- of sweet.  I want it intense, bursting, and lingering to the senses.  All of these are.  In fact, we have a Christmas party in two weeks and I'm hoping to get an order of these wine embellished chocolates in my mailbox in time to take as a gift to the hostess and her husband.

My favorite of the four?  I'm a white wine lover so it would be the Sparkling Blanc de Chocolate.  This is such a full flavored little treat that, one melting on the tongue will leave you satisfied for quite a while. A white chocolate filled with the taste of a sparkling Blanc.

My second favorite?  Estate Chardonnay...  Again, a white wine encased in a silky, milk chocolate.

Third, is Late Harvest Cabernet.  Red wine cream within a dark chocolate casing.

And, Fourth, though still fabulous -- Fall Vineyard Merlot.  If you like a vibrant, rich, red, then this dark chocolate is for you.

As an FYI, I volunteered to do this review.  I did not receive compensation, well other than the box of fabulousness.  So, if you trust a Farmer*sWife, you will want to check out this company and their fine chocolates!

ChoclatiQue...chocolates out of the box!

Dear Everyone: The Bullet list...

In a bullet list:

• Dear everyone, I apologize greatly that I did NOT get the chocolate review posted as I basically promised would have been done by Friday evening to the wonderful PR rep of the fantabulous company that sent me sweet, beautiful, fantastic choc-o-lat'es.  Really.  And, this IS coming....
• Dear Edward, I apologize that I cannot watch Twilight again tonight as I fall asleep.  The Hubby is home, sleepy, and watching the end of a football game....but, you can still stop by to watch me sleep ;-)
• Oops, Edward, I forgot.  We keep all windows and doors locked at night...The fluke is open, so try the chimney?
• Harlequin, I am thankful to have your $3.50 paper back book about the Fireman and Christmas.  Both to set the mood for the holidays, and hopefully to deter what seems to be becoming an unhealthy obsession with a mythical vampire.
• Tomorrow will be all about the pie sale...and, the turkey dinner at school on Tuesday...oh, and the DRESS for Wonder-Mom's wedding and reception.
• Dear Dress, please fit perfectly and make me into a beautiful, magical, mythical character.  My family would be thrilled.  (Okay, me more than them but just go along with it, kay?)
• Dear Husband and Children, please wake in the best of moods in the morning...and, if you aren't in the best of moods, could you all kindly take a script from the Stepford Wives?  Thank you in advance.
• Dear week, please fly by tomorrow and the first half of Tuesday -- then, really take your time so that we can revel in all our thankfulness...and post-pone the return of Monday for as long as possible.
• Dear empty wine bottle, remember the whole rock into water thing from the Bible?  Yeah, that'd be really nice about now...
• Dear God.  I am thankful.  I know I don't always show it.  Sorry. :-(  But, I am.
• Dear, AMCs.  Thanks for voting Taylor Swift as the rockin'ist musician of the year.  I knew she was awesome from the get go, so glad y'all all figured it out too.
• Oh, and Dear God.  Thanks again! ;-)

Happy up and coming Monday, but more importantly, Happy Thankful week.  And, thank you to all of you for just, you know....  Being.

Dear Everyone: The Bullet list...

Dear Edward, I pricked my finger...

Yeah, so.

Hubby's hog hunting and me and the kids are hanging while I bake a turkey, prepare the dressing for the school luncheon, prepare to bake pies, and watch some movie rentals....  Holy Housewife, Batman... sigh.

So, yeah, Twilight.  About that....

Oh, dear sweet Edward.  [swoon] I'd prick my finger for you, if only you would come.  But, alas.  I realize I am no longer a 16 year old, cutie, sweetie high school Junior.  I'm a happily married housewife with two beautiful children -- making food, for folks.

You know?  No one told me there was a paranormal option to dating out there.  I mean, really, I think my whole generation was kinda' skipped on that one.  When we had vampire movies, they were all like, "Vampires are BAD.  Bad, bad, Bad."  Wear your garlic.  Make your own silver bullets.

Now vampires are all cute, young, hawt, invincible...rich, typically, and steamin' Hot.

No fair.  I didn't get to have these kind of teen fantasies.

And, if I do now?  I'm just a 37 year old 'vampire cougar.'  Or 'cougar vampire.'  Okay, so I don't know how you would refer or create a term for such a type.  But, sigh.  Would it be cheating?  If a wife pricked her finger?  And, a hawt looking, sweet, "I'll protect you forever because YOU, Farmer*sWife, are now my life" vampire happened in to devour clean up the trickle?

Some one weigh in here.  'Cuz, I'm a little confused....  *sigh*

Guess, I'll have to hold out for Moonlight.  And what wolves -- I mean dreams -- will come....

Dear Edward, I pricked my finger...

Odds and ENDS

Odds and Ends.  Don't expect this to make any sense.  I'll just ramble what went through my mind as I walk by the LT in effort to get my stuff done around here and a blog post in too.  :-)

Sheesh, laweeeeeze!  It's been hard to get an actual  blog post in lately.  I sware.  And, when I get the free time that I could blog, I find myself engulfed in new activities.  Like the writing course I'm taking, and re-reading/proofing Lis's second book -- a YA (young adult) paranormal type story (love it!).

So, I'm just going to keep this page open and I hop around my kitchen working on dinner, the kids homework, and the other afternoon yada-yada.

SO.  EM IS BACK!!!  YAY!!!  I absolutely loved reading her blog, keeping up with her life and I also adored the way she wrote about it all.  Very detailed and very entertaining.  Just love'her!  Welcome back Emmeline!

Don't forget to clean your washing machine...  YES, TIS TRUE.  I saw this a couple of weeks ago on one of the morning news shows.  Now, I know about running a cycle to get rid of that 'smelly water' smell.  But, just to clean out the....wait for it....E-COLI.  AND, they said wash all undies separate from the rest of your clothing.

Obviously?  I had issue with this rolling around in my mind for several days.  I suddenly found myself quite disgusted with undies of any kind and wanted to convert the family to disposable.  But, I knew this would never go over with them.  I do bleach all things white, but I think I shall purchase a basket strictly for undies and run them all together.  It does, kinda make sense you know.  I might go so far as to include socks in that run...but, that's about as far as I think I'll go.  From now on?  Undies get a washin' of their own.

Oh, and apparently when you bleach?  In steaming hot water?  The heat of the water basically neutralizes the bleach's ability to disinfect.  [Say what?]  Yeah, so when you run a bleach cleaning run in your washer bleach with cold water.

Second grade is kicking my butt.  This week seems smooth so far.  Um, it's only Tuesday I know, but quite often I'm spent with worry and feeling overwhelmed by this point in the week.  It's partly, because I feel a lack of control I guess.

If I hear too much more about gangs, and drive bys, and drugs in the big city (TTL I don't live there) I think I'm going to go "Black Knight" and buy myself a black beat up pick up truck.  Jack it up, wrap it in roll bars, bumpers and brushguards.   And, add in some weapontry to take these worthless pieces of CR@P who think they are so cooooooool and so tuuuuuuuuuf and so baaaaaaad@aaaaaaaass.  I seriously wanna' hang'em all from the triangle and gut'em like a deer.  Then, we could put their heads on sticks like "Lord of the Flies."

That just gave me a great idea for a post, when I get a chance to actually POST-post, LOL!

HAPPY NOTE!  I have some stuff waiting for reviews and giveaways.  FWEEEEE stuff!  I'm going to lose my rank with my sponsor sites if I don't get some up.  Oh, and CHOCOLATE!  Typically, I'm not a big chocolate fan.  But, I DID get some very nice chocolates in the mail.  Specialty chocolates and I get to write a review.  This is the kind of chocolate even a not so into sweets person gets excited about!  Really awesome stuff -- perfect for a little Christmas shopping for stocking stuffers and other, sweet wonders. [It's under lock and key to keep the Lil'Gal out of it; we all know she can sniff out sweets better than a trained blood hound.]

Me and a few others are making Thanksgiving dinner for lunch at the school for the children and parents who can attend; that's part of my weekend plans.  And, we are having a pie sale.  Homemade pies.  So, I'll be cookin' and baking this weekend.  I can't WAIT for Tuesday as it is half day and after the luncheon because then we are on VACATION baby!

Well, casserole is in the oven and I need a shower before the boys get back from karate.  The holidays are upon us so when you are feeling angry, hurtful or frustrated -- remember to take a moment and think of at least one thing you are thankful for.  It will brighten your mood and mellow the hustle and bustle of preparations for family and friends gathering together.

Thanks for readin' my ramble....and, Happy Tuesday!  Tomorrow is Hump-Diggity Day and then we are halfway to FWFD of the week!  And, that is just Sweeeeeeeeet!

Odds and ENDS

Maria and Mrs. Robinson

Childhood Flashback:  Maria and Mrs. Robinson

It was first or second grade.  Mrs. Robinson didn't like me much.  Though, I never figured out why.  She never seemed happy with any of us actually.  Typically, I loved school and I loved my teachers.  They were often like surrogate parents.

But, not Mrs. Robinson.  She was round and portly.  She had yellow hair.  The kind they color to look that way.  She wore it up in a bee's hive.  At least, that's what it looked like to me.  And, she was mean.

If you were tardy, she'd embarrass you in front of the class.  I was often tardy.  Mom wasn't very good with time management.  Once, I tried to explain to Mrs. Robinson that it wasn't my fault. After all, I couldn't drive a car.  I had to wait for my mom to bring me.

She grabbed me by the upper arm with a grip so firm it left a mark, and she put her face close to mine and she whispered something as she seethed.  I don't remember what she said but I do remember the glare in her eyes and the contortment of her face, and I made a mental note never to try and reason with her ever again.

I remember once on the playground a boy named David called my name.  When I turned around to face him, he kicked me in the stomach.  Apparently, someone had dared him.  I fell to the ground and I couldn't breath.  I was sure I was suffocating.  Have you ever been kicked in the stomach?  I thought I was dying.  I managed to crawl to the steps of the school and tried to speak but barely a breath would come out.  Mrs. Robinson growled at me for bothering her.

When I was finally able to catch my breath enough to speak and tell her what happened, she told me not to be a tattle tail and sent me for a drink of water.  I hated that school.  HATED IT.  And, I typically loved school.

Then there was Maria.  When she'd get to school she'd roll up her cut offs to make them really short.  And, she'd tie her shirt up so that her tummy would show.  She said it made her look like a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, but to me it always looked tacky and like her clothes were too small.

Mrs. Robinson would occasionally nag at Maria to put her shirt down.  But, Maria never did and Mrs. Robinson didn't seem to really care.  She'd just mutter something under her breath and go on.  She never cared much about anything.  To this day I wonder how she ever got to be a teacher in the first place.

Maria was taller than most of us and she used that to her advantage.  She was pushy, bossy, and pretty much told everyone what to do.   Her hair was midnight black, thick and wavy.  And, it hung wildly around her face and shoulders and all the way down to her waist.

Maria always acted like she owned the playground. She was always pushing everyone around.  If she was on the swing set then you weren't allowed on the swing set.  If she was on the monkey bars, then you weren't allowed on the monkey bars.

My mom had instructed me not to let kids bully me.  In fact, she went so far as to tell me that if someone hit me and I didn't do anything about it?  She'd give me a paddle herself when I got home.  I think she was just trying to encourage me to defend myself in the best way she knew how.

"Rochelle, if you let them pick on you and push you around now they will always pick on you and push you around."   And, you know what?  She was absolutely right.

One day at recess, I'd had enough.  Maria was dressed in her typical attire of rolled up cut offs and her tied up t-shirt, hair dangling wildly all around her almost medusa like.

Mom had dressed me in her favorite red velvet dress.  I hated that dress.  It was a vest like dress that I wore over a foofy white blouse with a poofy white collar and long, fluffy-poofy white sleeves.  The dress was real velvet which made it very heavy.  Whenever I'm at the doctor's office and they put one of those x-ray vests on me, I always think back to that red velvet dress.

I wanted to play on the monkey bars.  Maria had beaten me to them though, and was already sitting at the top as if she was the queen of the monkey bars.

"You can't climb up here, these are MY monkey bars."

"They are not your monkey bars..." I retorted.

"Oh yes they are!" she hollered back. "I got here first, so they are my monkey bars.  And, YOU, better not climb on them."

Don't ask me where it came from, but I countered with, "Oh yeah?  Well, you're not the boss of me and you can't tell me what to do!   It's a free country and I can climb on them if I want to!"

That's all it took and Maria came climbing down.  The other kids began circling around to watch what was about to happen.  I could hear my Mom's words in the back of my head, "You had better defend yourself young lady..."  I really didn't have a choice.

Maria came barreling at me and shoved me forcefully to the ground.  As she did, I reached out grabbing tightly onto anything and everything I could.  I fell backwards and my feet went up into the air, showing my undies to the world, black patten leather shoes up high to the sky.

I was completely humiliated as I heard the laughter of all the kids around us.  Once again, I despised the fact that Mom had made me wear that dress.  But, as I began to upright myself from the asphalt I felt something in my hands.  I looked up to everyone laughing and realized, they weren't laughing at me...  They were laughing at Maria!

I had ripped her shirt right open!  SHE was humiliated!  No one even noticed that my dress had gone right over my head when I fell to the ground.  And, the best part?  I felt something dangling from my fingers.  It was Maria's necklace.  I'd grabbed on so forcefully that I'd ripped her shirt and broken her necklace as well.

I felt satisfied.  I felt proud.  I felt....vindicated.  Maria might still be the boss, but she was no longer the boss of me.  And, she and I both knew it.

I remember I didn't remain at that school much longer after that.  I did find out later on that Mom had had it out with Mrs. Robinson at one point, and took it to the principal.  Mrs. Robinson lost her job and shortly after we moved away anyway.

I like to think we left that school in a much better place.  Having ridden it of Mrs. Robinson and the fact that Maria had been tamed.

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True story.  Mrs. Robinson would threaten us that if she turned us in for being tardy, CPS would take us away.  I don't know how that lady was every able to be a teacher.  Of course, that was back in the late 70s.  I don't think administration was as aware back then as they are today.  and, I don't think teachers were regulated and evaluated on the same level.

I do know that my Mom, did indeed, threaten Mrs. Robinson when she found out about her grabbing my arm so violently.  Shortly after that, my Mom had her fired.  That was an empowering moment for me.  I realized, that just because someone was an adult -- and in a position of power -- didn't mean they were always right.  And, that being a respectful child did not mean tolerating abuse.

That is a big lesson for a little girl to learn so early on.  Especially, when I looked up to teachers as mentors and safe havens.

I'm off on my way today.  But, I just had to share as Maria has been on my mind lately.  Isn't it funny how we just suddenly flash back?

Happy Friday!  FWFD of the week!  We are going to PAAARTAY this afternoon.  I'm might even vlog  a Shiner with ya!

Maria and Mrs. Robinson

Color My World...

I have this book.  This book is awesome.   So awesome, in fact, that I won't even let my children color or write in it, when that is exactly what it was designed for...  (I'm too stingy with mine). :-D

I've been waiting for over a month to order copies for my kids, and also for my niece and my nephews!  This is an interactive book -- no, not computer games or technological learning -- but, reading, writing, rhyming, and thinking abstract.

Today the author, Debbie Mancini-Wilson, is hosting a big launch of this book at her website.  The idea is that the more hits she gets (and purchases, if you like) the greater the rankings on this book.  

Even though it is self-published, this book has made it to the shelves at Target.  Yep, Target!  But, I waited to buy my copies until today so that I could support Debbie and her endeavor.

FYI, her website is also interactive for children to learn more about the character in the book, to find more coloring pages and other writing and poetic activities.

Here's an example of one of the activities within this story:

The Colors Within


I really don't care
'Bout the color of your hair.

I'm not concerned with the color of your skin,
I'd really rather know your colors within.

Here is my desire, if you want to hear it...
I want you to show me the color of your spirit.

Quite simple is my goal...
I want to see the rainbow of your soul.

Next to this poem is a picture box with the instructions: draw a picture using all the colors of your soul.

By the way, if you order a book today?  You are entered for a chance to win up to $8000.00 in other prizes!  No exaggeration.  But, that's just a perk.

The book.  That's what it is all about.

Anyhow, I just wanted to put this out there to help spread the work and to share Debbie's work.  I really hope you will look into this book, if you are planning to purchase any children's gifts this year.  Or, it would also make a great gift for teachers to use in the class as well. ;-)  That one is also on my list!

I encourage you to click the title to this post and check it out!  I love supporting something wonderful!

Also, if you want to read my full review, click here: COLOR MY WORLD

Good luck, Debbie!!!

Color My World...

TIMBERLAND WINNER; finally!

Howdy y'all!

The TimberlandPro shoe giveaway ended Friday at midnight.  Boy-oh-Boy did I have a lotttttta entries!  Now I know why a lot of bloggers use RANDOM.ORG for their giveaway posts...

It was fun though ;-)

I have to say, I still love-love-super-love these shoes.  I have worn them almost every day for over a month since I received them.  I even wear them around the house when doing typical housework.  I alternate between these and my FitFlops.

If you want to know more about these shoes, where to get them and my overall impression, you can read up here: WIN Renova Anti-Fatigue SHOES!! (By Timberland Pro)


Okay...so the moment we've all been waiting for....  I must say, Thank You again to everyone who participated!  And, don't forget, if you don't win -- you can put these on your Christmas wish list.  I wanted to order a pair for my Hubby but they only come in ladies shoes.  Sorry, Hubby.

And, the winner is, by random drawing (the old fashioned way, LOL):

KARENMED409

Thanks Karen!  Please email me with the item number of the shoe and style you want, along with the color you are wanting so I can turn it in to the PR rep.  I'll need your shipping address as well.

Thanks again to everyone!  I have more giveaways and reviews coming.  Life is just overbooked.  Especially with the holidays coming, school activities increasing, and my writing course...  I'm trying to save my spare time to read up on my bloggies and read up on the manuscript I received in the mail. :-D

I've also signed on to shadow read another book; a somewhat sequel to Precipice.  Sweeeeeet!

Happy Tuesday Everyone!

TIMBERLAND WINNER; finally!

Ever feel like this???

Yeah, kinda' like that...... [boom,boom,boom, boom biddy boom, boom]

Ever feel like this???

Meatloaf Salad

Meatloaf Salad.  This is a fantastic and healthy lunch!

How to:

Crumble some left over meatloaf in the bottom of a salad bowl/dish.  Sprinkle with some grated cheese, variety is good.  Microwave 30-45 seconds -- long enough to get warm and gooey.

Add mixed salad to top.  I make my own bag salad and keep it on hand always.  Green leaf, red leaf, with some purple cabbage, red onion, and grated carrots.

Mix in some fresh green chives if you like a little extra spark!

Top with diced avocado and tomatoes.  Even add some boiled egg, if you like.

I also add spicy, pickled jalapenos.  Serve with a light dressing on the side.  My newest favorite is Paul Newman's Light Cranberry Walnut.  It's light, flavorful and not sweet.

Enjoy!

Happy Munchin!  Happy Hump-Day!

Meatloaf Salad

Don't call me Sweetheart....

I called today to confirm I still had my appointment at the GYN's office (because our home phone has been out again for about a week, so no one can call ME to confirm/remind me) and the receptionist calls me Sweetheart.

>:{

Excuse me?  Are we dating?  Are you my Husband?  Are you my Gramma?  Call me Sweetheart.  I think not.

Currently, I'm ordering the Lent items as discussed with my fellow CCD teacher which was supposed to have been done last week; where did last week go?

Yeah, so, fingers aren't crossed that it'll all make it in on time for Sunday's class.  Unless, I pay extra for shipping -- which the whole idea in the first place was to qualify for FREE shipping.

Add that to the list of tests my son has this week, which means 'we' are studying for all these tests. Factor in that I haven't read narry a blog or even posted in days...  [I know, I could have read blogs on Sunday -- but it was sooooo pretty outside that I sat in the sunshine with my hard copy of "The Seventh Tribe", the first book in what is to be part of the series "The Windwalkers", written by Lis Garrett.]

I have pictures to post, and pictures to print and my Writing Course materials and manual came in the mail yesterday (which I'm super excited about).   But, I haven't written a word yet.  Too busy repeating second grade.

My kitchen is cluttered, which is never a good thing.  I see the house as your state of mind.  If the house it cluttered, particularly the core of the home, then the mind must be scrambled.  And, mine is.

I just finished billing two notary jobs (mind you about four or five days late) which means a trip by the post office to speed up delivery, and I still need to grocery shop for the items to cook lunch at the school on Friday.

My son hollers this morning, "MOOOOOM! I don't have any pants!"  The boy's pants consist of two play pair, one casual and one cammo, and the rest are Wranglers.  "What do you mean, you don't have any pants?  (checking the laundry room) I've washed all the darks."

Uh-Oh.  I hit his laundry cabinet and, in true Carol Burnett style, am tackled by tons of laundry -- consisting mostly of dirty, denim Wranglers.  Eew.  Luckily, he does find a pair of clean Wranglers to wear while I dig my way out.

How does one go from "On top of EVERYTHING" to drowning under everything in 24 hours? 'Tis life, and I have one.  And, for that I am very thankful.

But, don't call me Sweetheart....

;-)  I'll be back y'all!  Hang tight!

Don't call me Sweetheart....