Happy Birthday, Granny Goose!

Happy 95th Birthday, Grandma!

I love you so very very much. Thanks for always letting me wear your high heels, and you clip on earrings, and your Mary Kay lipstick. Thanks for always making chubby feel cute. Thanks for spoiling me rotten. Thanks for making wonderful ham chow mein and chiney noodles and having us over for dinner. Thanks for having a hammock. Thanks for having lots of beautiful golden leaves for us to get lost in. Thanks for having lilacs. Thanks for your little fun songs you sang like "Home again, home again, jiggety jig" and the toe thing where you would say rothel, roadwhistle, etc..when grabbing our toes. Had no idea what in tarnation you were saying, but I sure liked it. Thanks for always letting us help decorate your Christmas tree. Thanks for poor man's cake. Thanks for being a spirited, fun and loving grandmother. I have been blessed to have you in my life. Love you always!

Samboanny :)

Pie Chart - Good Idea, Amy!

I thought about posting this one, but where, oh where, is my beloved Coconut Cream???
Here's my "most complex personality known to man" pie chart. Yikes. Daunting.

Am I Bluuueee?

Yep, I knew already. Thanks to Dr. Verl Anderson's easy A consumer behavior business course I took in college, I knew which color group I was. He was sooo yellow. He even showed us movies of fellow yellows (I so funny), and acknowleged that blue with strong red tendencies was a scary combination. Uh oh. So I am still violet...violet, right? Blue with a hint of red...

Charactered Traits
articulate pragmatic a leader engaging of others enthusiastic persuasive self-regulated

	Healthy Traits
	detail conscious nurturing loyal intimate analytical thoughtful compassionate dependable

Unhealthy Traits
emotionally intense hard to please judgmental guilt prone self-righteous a perfectionist worry prone self-critical overly sensitive unforgiving jealous low self-esteem

Dysfunctional Traits

• naive
• afraid to face facts
• indirect communicator

Check out this statement from my comprehensive analysis:
"As a core blue with secondary red, you have the most complex personality known to man. There will never be a dull minute in your life, although at times you would love to simply be white and let the world go by. "

And this gem. I have always felt a bit Cybil-ish. Now I know why!
"You are the ultimate paradox—emotion first, with strong logic secondary. In the end, emotion will always rule your heart, but your behavior may often tell a completely different story. Since you know your heart, you assume others know your good intentions as well. This is rarely the case, however. Others often pull away from you emotionally, which causes you emotional pain since your driving core motivate in life is Intimacy. When you see the needs and wants of the red and blue personalities, you can easily see how yours is, at best, a crapshoot as to whether people can read you accurately or not. You have a hard enough time reading yourself. You may be extremely generous on one occasion and refuse to even participate on another."

Ok, one more...BINGO! Insert my face in the dictionary under this definition.
"You face an intense internal struggle as well as often sending mixed messages to those with whom you interact. You have a strong sense of perfectionism, which comes from fear of not measuring up to your own expectations and the expectations of others—you are never acceptable to yourself simply as you are! You want things done right and can’t understand why others don’t share your same enthusiasm. You get so frustrated with others’ poor performance that you finally criticize them for not paying attention to details (red limitation) and then apologize repeatedly for being so curt."

Ha Ha Hee Hee Ho Ho. This is darn true, this last 'un. Phew. Funny and enlightening. I miss Dr. A. He was a fun yellow fellow. :)

Thanks, Aims. This was fun!

Tagged...

Hey Y'all:

Do I still get partial credit if I turn my assignment in late?


Here's my sixth shot from my sixth folder. Blurry? Well, yes. You will find that 98.8873642% of my shots are blurry. Yep, that's how I roll. So freaking annoying. Anywhooze, this is Lucas, our buddy, wakeboarding behind our boat at Phillips. Not too bad of a shot. I wish it would have been the third or fourth shot in the folder, if so, it would have been these:
My babies the first day w/out training wheels! Too fun. So, what about all the rest of you who read, but did not play....??? C'mon...you know you want to!

Anyway, stay tuned later today or tomorrow for Fall sports highlight reel!

S

Heavens to Betsy...A CONTEST!

I just love that PDub. The very cool blogger chicky over at www.thepioneerwoman.com is one funny lady. Jennifer started me on reading her, and now I can't get enough. I am seriously addicted to her blog. So, this is thanks to her...

Oooh. This is funny stuff. Stop what you are doing. Put down your Yoplait Light Fat Free Strawberry Orange Sunrise yogurt and go to this website.. www.yearbookyourself.com Woo Wee, this is a good thing on a Monday morning. Check me out: (I tried to put them in chronological order...you can go from 1950 to 2000) Please submit your vote for best photo in the form of a comment.

WTF? I think I look like a cross between Buckwheat and Opie Taylor. Yow.Very June Cleaverish, don't you think?

I am sooo groovy.
Didn't Aunt Char use to rock this 'do? This is my personal fav.I think I have one of those goody combs in my back pocket in this shot.

Yeah, so this is really how my hair looks most of the time. Frizzy. Big.This is SOOO like my jr. year highschool picture. Lovin' the spiral perm. (Sad part is...my hair does that naturally...even now...and it's really not in style right now.)

Happy Monday, y'all.

The Mind of TBone Eggert

Remember Becky's post when Codo stole her camera and took some really meaningful and artistic shots of the doorknob, an alarm clock, etc... http://l8nfam.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-08-28T19%3A24%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=7

Well, this is what happens when your six year old plays with his army men and gets ahold of your camera. That boy kills me. Funny funny kid.

Chopper and watchdog on the fridge. "All clear, boys...move in!!"

"All clear out the dirty window..."
"Nothing here behind the glue...all clear"
"Holy cow, who ate all the banana runts and left the yukky mangos?" "All clear..."
"Dang, those are some big silos, they hold leaves?" "All clear..."
"Yep, from what we can see out the dirty window, all is still clear..."

"We've got the end table covered..."
"And down here, too"
"Television...all clear!"

"Yep, this side too!"
"Heater, clear!"
Thanks, guys. I feel so much safer having my house secured by little green dudes. :)

Because Aunt Jan Wanted to Know...

So, this was a pretty good season. Season opened last Saturday, so I snuck out of town on my own a little early and headed to Mom and Dad's. I needed to sight in my rifle. The results?

Not too bad. From 100 yards, it looked sighted in and ready to roll. That hole on the right is NOT a shot. It's the little hole we made when we poked a stick to hang it up. Seriously. Otherwise, I would not have posted this, duh. Anyway, it's a 25.06, so I trust it has enough knockdown power for deers. So, Saturday we left at sunup (which sound sooo much better than 6:50, because it doesn't even get LIGHT until 7:00, so we didn't even get up really early...)

Saw lots of deers, but only two boy deers. Saw one forky crossing the Izee highway going onto private land. Just AFTER seeing the State game cop and a forest circus fuzz pass by. So, needless to say, any bright ideas about bending the rules that may have developed were left to fester in our little brains. (Well, mine is small...Dad's, not so much.) Saw a big group of does cross the road in front of us, and I was saying as they walked across single file, "doe, doe, doe" then we saw a pretty nice buck in the bunch. Then, because I am normally not very excitable, I yelled "horns! Dad, horns!" They were on his side, so I jumped out and decided to be his backup. I snuck around the back of the pickup while we waited for him to walk out from behind the tree. Dad was pulled down on him, ready to show him the way to the promiseland. He walked out alright, right behind a DANG doe. Too funny. Dad had a glimpse of his ear and horn as he escaped back into the brush. No shot. We gave chase, but I think he had some important business to take care of, because he appeared to be busy. Too busy to hang around and wait for us to blow him to smithereens.

We also had decided to walk out the end of this road closure. As we were walking, Dad, looking at the sky, commented..."We should head back to the truck pretty soon." And we just kept walking... After a few minutes, he said, "Well, we really should get back". Yes indeedy. A big woosh of wind blew down through the trees and it cut loose on us. Pouring the rain and hail on us. It was pretty funny. Our hats were dripping rain when we got back to the truck. We got all warm and toasty by the heater, and all was well.

So, Saturday was good. Saw lots of deer, but only the two dudes. All in all, hunted 12 hours. Had big tons of fun, just me and pa hangin around in the woods bullshitting each other. Sunday, left early and hunted 5 hours until Andy got here. Then he and Dad went out. He was out less than an hour and had his buck hanging. Little turd. He also had a whole week to hunt, so that was Murphy's Law, don't you think? I was happy for him, I guess he made a pretty good shot.

I took off Thurs and today to hunt. Came back Wed night late so I could hunt Thurs morning. Went for an unguided tour first thing. Dad sent me on a quick little hike and I went on a much longer hike becasue I apparently couldn't find the road he wanted to meet me on. It was snowy and cold, so I wasn't thinking that was a good scenario at all in my little cotton overshirt. But, we got hooked back up and I got this little guy at about 11 on Thurs, and here he is...

Made a very close shot in his little neck when I could finally get my friggin gun to load. This wasn't really my day. Anyway, ain't he cute??? Andy called him a sporky. Fork on one side, spike on the other. Good one, Andro. We aren't big trophy hunters...we're meat hunters. He will be a nice snack, I think. :) (BTW...the look on my face was because Dad wasn't sure the camera was working. I look perplexed, confused. Ok, so I usually am.)

Top Ten Tuesdeeeee! Mizundastood Song Lyrics

1. Wooly Bully

Heard - Matta toe hadda...blah blah blah blah....WOOLY BULLY! WOOLY BULLY. Watch it now, watch it! Here it goes!

Actual - Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw.
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
Wooly bully, wooly bully.
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully.

2. Hearts are Gonna Roll - Hal Ketchum (Courtesy of Jason)
When we were first dating, he sang along to the radio and nearly killed me on this one:

Heard - Hoss is on the Road...
Actual - Hearts are Gonna Roll

3. Purple Haze - Hendrix, Man.

Heard - Scuse me, while I kiss this guy
Actual - Scuse me, while I kiss the sky (yep, it's a classic.)

4. Bad Moon Risin-CCR

Heard - There's a bathroom on the right
Actual - There's a bad moon on the rise

5. Theme of Laverne and Shirley

Heard - Shamille, Shamozle, Hossenfepper, incorporated! (Wha? Like the bunny soup?)
Actual - Hmmm...not so bad. Sclemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated.

6. O Little Town of Bethlehem - courtesy of my wittle bwother

Heard- O Little Tiny Bashful Man
Actual - O Little Town of Bethlehem

7. Louie Louie - I know, I am taking all of the easy ones.

Heard - Loueye Loueye, Oh baby, me gotta go now...blah blah blah...(inaudible)
Actual - Fine little girl waits for me
Catch a ship across the sea
Sail that ship about, all alone
Never know if I make it home - That's what I found on the web...hmm..who knew?

8. I am sure there are more, but how about just some dern funny lyrics that you really should hear. This is a serious, ballady song from funny man Gary Allan. Give it a listen below. Song title, What Would Willy Do? Listen for the dramatic dialogue portion in the break near the end of the song. Phew. Pertnear wrecked my cor when I heard this for the first time.

http://www.jango.com/music/Gary+Allan?l=0

Lyrics:

You know sometimes I wonder when I ain't gettin' nowhere
What would old Willie do when it all gets too much to bear
And I can see him on his lonely old tour bus
And he's got his problems just like any of us
Well he'd just take a deep breath and then he'd let it all go
And he'd take another deep breath and let it all go
And he'd take another deep breath...and he'd hold it
Ah and I bet he'd feel hungry in a way that seems strange
Yeah hungry for all the things that he just can't change
Like the time he passed out in is own bedroom
And his wife sewed him up in the sheets and beat him with a broom and he forgave her
And you think that's rough, well then the IRS came and they took away all of his stuff
They took his golf course and his recording studio, and he just went out and did another show
So when it's all coming down on you
You better ask yourself what would Willie do

9. Ray Stevens - Punk Country Love

(Talks about ways to keep life in the country from getting boring)...

So we'll go out to the barn and whoop the cow
Paint all the animals purple, safety pin the sows

Staple all them chickens together, watch 'em flop around the yard,
Handcuff the hired hand and grease 'em down with lard, yee haw!

10. That's all I got. Fun topic, Beckapoo.