Ob-la-di Ob-la-da

Life goes on. This past Monday or Tuesday, I don't remember which, I realized that the coming Friday would be Halloween. How was I going to deal with that? Right after Dad's funeral?

I knew that I would have to some how. It's what dad would want.

The kids have been pestering me to carve pumpkins. The ones we grew were very small and would be very hard to carve. So yesterday with the company of j and my younger brother, Ben, we headed out to Wally World to get some Halloween candy for mom and some pumpkins for our family and a black cat costume for j.

The pumpkins were only $2 a piece! I bet they are down to $1 today and they still had nice ones left. Last night after dinner we gutted the pumpkins. Well j and I did. M and G tried to help but got too grossed out and J wanted nothing to do with that part of the fun.

I love those pumpkin carving kits that you can buy now. Back in my day we carved old school with paring knifes and steak knives. Now they have those great little saws and patterns. We bought one probably four or five years ago and are still using the same one this year. Next year I'll probably break down and buy a new one.

Here are the pictures of our fun filled night. We only did two pumpkins. The kids took turns carving and I think that they did a great job. I only helped j a little bit, she did most of her parts herself.

*warning* If pumpkin guts make you squeamish you may want to skip the first three photos or scroll by them really fast.

Happy Halloween!!

Long Week

It's been a long week. Today it will be a week since dad went into the hospital.

I was on a field trip with my youngest and missed the first few calls from mom trying to get a hold of me. When I got her message that dad was in the hospital I finished up the trip and went right over to be with her.

As I spoke with mom I had a feeling that this time around was going to be different. My dad has been in and out of the hospital most of his life and all of mine. He was in a gas explosion when my mother was pregnant with me. He fell and broke his back. Had multiple back surgeries. He had an artificial valve placed in his heart. He survived Pancreatic Cancer...yeah I know. We kids didn't even really know about the cancer until two years ago when he was in the hospital and another dr. was going over his chart and made a comment about it. I guess he had gone in for another surgery and when they opened it up they discovered it and happened to catch the cancer at just the right moment. He didn't even have chemo or anything and mom never said that the results of the tests had come back that he had had the cancer. We were just as flabbergasted as the dr. reading the report. He's come out of the hospital after everyone of those experiences and like I said, I had a feeling this time was going to be different.

Mom was ready. As ready as you can ever be I guess. As we talked in the little waiting area she said that she knew he was tired and that his body had been through so much. She's never said that before. And it felt different.

Dad graduated with honors on Friday. He was surrounded by all eight of his children (one on the phone), their spouses and many, many of his grand-children and great-grandchildren. All those who wanted to be in the room. Everyone got to say their goodbyes. It was an experience I will treasure forever. That may sound strange to some but I was honored to be with him, to sing to him, to stroke his head to be there with him when he passed on to the next life.

As we mourned his leaving us for a time I could feel such joy in that room. I know that there was a exhultant celebration there that we could not see. We could feel it but not see it.

I know that my dad is still there. Today those of our family who can go to the temple are going together. I'm excited to go. Dad was a temple worker for seven years in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple. He loved being there and serving. I know he'll be there today.

Tonight is the viewing and tomorrow is the funeral. These days are going to be long and difficult but I will get through it with a wonderful husband by my side and with the help of my many family memebers and friends. We will be there to support and love and lift one another. This is why Family is so important. This is why the Family is central to God's plan. We need one another. We can't do it alone.

Thank you all so very much for your kind words in the comments. I am grateful for all the thoughts and prayers in my behalf.

Indulge me as I share one of my favorite pictures of my dad. Is there any dad cuter than this? I don't think so.

Love You Dad

Goodbye dad. I love you. Give grandma and grandpa big hugs from me. I'll see you soon.

I Spoke too Soon

When I posted yesterday that dad was doing better I kind of had a feeling that I was speaking too soon.

Mom just called and said that the hospital just called her to tell her that dad is not doing well and they want her over there in a half an hour to discuss putting dad on a ventilator.

This is something that I really don't think that dad would want. The last time he was on one was not good. After he came off of it he made me promise that we wouldn't do that to him again .

Prayers for strength and wisdom right now would be much appreciated.

I'm scared.

Quick Update

They've got dad all stabilized and he seems to be doing really well. I'm hopeful that he will only be in ICU for part of tomorrow and then they can release him back to the med surge unit.

Thank you so much for all your thoughts and prayers. He seemed in good spirits when I left the hospital at around 8 p.m. Hopefully there won't be any surprises during the night.

I'm still up at almost 2 a.m. trying to get things ready for that boutique on Thursday. I'm still not ready. I'm so thankful for my friend Heather who is helping me out. If it wasn't for her there is no way I would be ready for this.

We have to have our booth set up tomorrow night. It's all new and unknown to me so that causes me stress.

Dad

While I was on a field trip this morning with my littlest I missed a couple of calls on my cell phone. I knew that they were from the hospital because of the prefix but Ty was at the dr's and I thought maybe he was trying to call me about insurance or something and if he needed me badly he would leave a message.

The calls weren't from Ty. They were from my mom. My dad is in the hospital. This past weekend he went out deer hunting. My brother brought him back early yesterday with chest pains, difficulty breathing and a general bit of not feeling well. Mom wanted him to get to the doctor that day but he said no, he could wait until this morning when they had a scheduled dr's appointment.

He's got pneumonia and his blood has also gone a little septic. The last time this happened, two years ago, we almost lost him. He didn't go then because my mom was not ready to say goodbye. Talking to her today at the hospital I think that she may be ready now.

Dad is in ICU and they are having trouble stabilizing his blood pressure. I'm home for a few minutes and then I'll be back to the hospital to sit with dad and with mom.

I do not know what the next few days will hold for me and my family. If you are the praying kind would you kindly send up a prayer that whatever happens will be what the Lord wants and that our family will have peace and understanding. If you aren't the praying kind any good and kind thoughts would be highly appreciated as well.

What's in a Name

As I've surfed the blogging world I love seeing what every one comes up with for the names of their blogs and I wonder the thought process that went into it.

For instance. When I first started this blog I called it the Lilly Pad because that's a name that I've used on bulletin boards that I frequent. But then I changed it to Slacker Mom because I've felt like such a slacker as a mom off and on.

Then I decided to go with Just So. Why the jump from Slacker Mom to Just So? Because the So in Just So are/is(?) my first and last initials. My blog is about me, S.O. It's not because I have to, or even like or want to have everything "Just So". Far from it.

Most nights I go to bed with dishes in the sink. There is a large hole in our linoleum in the middle of our kitchen and another in the floor by the dishwasher that is held together by duct tape. My kids often have hot dogs or cereal for dinner. My laundry piles up and beds don't get made. I yell at my kids more than I should. I get my feelings hurt. My husband and I disagree on things. I love my kids even when I yell at them. I love my husband even when we disagree. I get my feelings hurt and get over it (most of the time).

In short I'm human. I'm just like most women. My life is not Just so. This blog is. It's just me.

A place for me to put things down that I probably wouldn't otherwise. I have a bad memory and I should keep a journal but I don't. So it's nice to have a place where I can go back and look and see what I was doing or thinking at a certain time. Like when I had back surgery. I can never remember that. (The actual dates...I can remember the surgery itself thankyouverymuch) But I can go back to an older blog that I have and see what the dates where when I posted about it.

That's the long and the short of it. What about you? Did you pick one name for you blog and stick with it or was it an evolution of sorts? You can comment about it here or post on your blog and let me know so I can come and read.

Don't Massacre the Lyrics

In the song Over My head (Cable Car) by The Fray (one of my favorite songs btw), the title of song is mentioned in the lyrics "And you lose the argument in a cable car".

The first few times I heard the song this is what I thought the lyrics were.

"And you lose the argument with Kierkegaard." (YES that is a word...in fact it's a person look him up on Wikipedia if you don't believe me.)

Yeah. I know. My husband also thought that the song Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks said

"Just like the one winged dove."

I'm not the only one whose screwed up lyrics. Do you have any good ones you want to share. I don't think you can beat my Kierkegaard though.

I dislike

Stress.

Cold sores brought on by said stress.

And Pleurisy, most likely also brought on by said stress.

I'm Giddy

Yes Giddy.

The Hale Center Theatre in Salt Lake has Into the Woods now playing. I LOVE this show.

I first saw it during one of PBS's pledge drives, (yes I watch PBS. stop laughing) and I fell in love with it. The words at the top of my blog Children Will Listen come from a song from this play.

It's WONDERFUL. I even bought it on dvd and made my kids watch it and they now LOVE it as well. I knew that this play has been coming for over a year. I've been looking forward to it, but I wasn't sure if we would be able to afford to take the kids to go and see it. And I didn't think it would be fair for just me and Ty to go and see it. The kids love it just as much as we do.

Well guess what? We now have front row tickets for November!

Pardon me while I get up and do the happy dance from Evan Almighty....

O.k. I'm back. If you haven't heard or seen of Into the Woods I highly recommend it. It's a wonderful, funny, touching play that has just about every fairytale character in it. It also teaches wonderful lessons about life. I love it and can't wait for November.

Back to happy dancing.

Doing my part to help you make your decision in November

Thanks to my friend Festi who turned me on to this video. I love it. It's helped me make a more informed decision on what candidate I will choose come November 4th. I hope it helps you as much as it helped me.

Violent 9's and a Soapbox Plea

Today one of the boy's in my primary class turned around and whispered to me "Where are the Violent 9's?"

Confused I asked him to repeat himself. "Where are the Violent 9's?" he asked again. I finally made the connection that he was asking where the Valiant 9's were. I told them that they were in their classroom. "Oh" he said, "because my sister is in the Violent 9's." I had to chuckle. I have a son that is 9 and actually there are a couple of kids in that class that could possibly make the teachers call it "The Violent 9's" at home or in whispered tones under their breath to one another. LOL!

(for non lds readers the Valiant is one of the names of the classes that they use for primary kids we have Valiant 8, 9, 10 and 11.)

Now....stepping up on my soapbox and making a plea. I've debated and debated posting this but I really need to get it off of my chest so....

As a teacher, nay as a parent, I beg of you other parents of children, especially younger children....PLEASE do not let your children bring toys, pencil boxes, notebooks etc. to class. Please.

I really don't care how big of a fit your child is throwing because they don't want to leave the toy at home. I don't. YOU be the bad guy. Don't make ME be the bad guy. Toys are incredibly disruptive to class and the Spirit of any meeting. And I dislike having to tell a child over and over to either put the toy in their pocket or under their chairs. JUST LEAVE THE TOYS HOME.

I do have an exception with babies and toys because
1. they usually don't have a class to go to and
b. because they usually don't use the toy to tease or enchant other kids as, sometimes, older children will.

That said, I have been guilty of taking toys for my kids. I have repented. My kids now know that toys are for home not for church. My youngest will sometimes throw a fit about taking a toy and we compromise. She can take the toy with her in the car but it stays in the car, it does not go into the church building. If we take something to church it is usually books, or notebooks, and paper and pencils, BUT those things do not go to class with them. They are in my bag. They stay with me.

It is not only hard in class but it's hard when I take my kids into sacrament meeting and there are other children on the bench in front of us or behind us or across the aisle from us that have toys out playing with them. Running cars along the back of the pews or holding pretend games with action figures, or the best of all is when they bring toys that actually MAKE NOISE! How is that any better than a cell phone going off in sacrament meeting?

My kids are not angels. I have one son who will sneak toys in his pockets. I'm hoping that he's learning it's not a wise thing to do. Just last week at PTC his school teacher informed us of this bad habit. She now has permission to confiscate any toy that he has without warning and hold it until the end of the school year.

As a primary teacher I usually ask the kids to put the toys in their pockets or under their chairs so as not to be disruptive to the class. I have a "three strikes rule" where if I have to ask them three times then I hold the toy until the end of class and then I give it back.

I have made exceptions. There have been children in my classses that have autism who use the toy to keep them calm and they are less disruptive with the toy than they are without it. Or it's less disruptive for them to keep the toy than it would be for me to try and take it from them.

For the most part, though, children know that church is not a time for toys. It's a time to learn and feel of the Spirit and having toys there makes such a distraction. It makes it so not only does the child with the toy usually not listen but it also makes it so the kids that are in class or around him/her have a difficult time listening. It also makes it harder for the Spirit to be there because I am constantly having to ask the child to put the toy away and that takes time away from teaching. We have precious few minutes to teach the lessons as it is.

I realize that there are those who will totally and completely disagree with me on this and that's o.k. It's just an honest plea from a teacher of 13 and a parent of 4 who is trying her best to help these kids feel the Spirit and understand and enjoy that feeling. Take it for what it is.

Deep breath. Stepping off of Soapbox now.

Coraline

Coraline was a quick read. A great Halloween story. It would make a great ghost story around the fire. They are making it into a movie that comes out next year and you can bet I'll go and see it. It looks really good.

Here's a trailer for it.



Enjoy!

Labels- Good or Bad?

Heh.

I am just noticing how many labels I have for my posts. I don't have it shown in the side bar but I do in my edit post area. There are probably over 50 labels and almost all of them only have one post by that label!

So why on earth do I label my posts?

I have no idea. I'll probably make up a new label for this post.

And just so I can put another post under the label of exercise. Ty and I rode bikes up to the rec center today to work out. It's the first time I've been on a bike in years. He asked me if I wanted to ride bikes there and I jumped at the chance. (He'll tell you differently and he'll be right).

I actually was very reluctant to ride there. The weird thing is that I have no idea why? When did riding a bike become un-fun? I LOVED riding bikes as a kid. I would ride for hours and hours around the neighborhood. Perfecting my tricks of standing on one pedal and putting my feet up on the handle bars. Yes, I lived on the edge as a child (ha!). No helmet or nuthin.

And now here I am 37 years old and I'm acting like it's torture to get on a bike and ride. It's not. And it wasn't.

It was actually a very nice bike ride and it gave me an extra bit of leg work out which I need. It was a bit brisk and the weather is starting to turn so that I don't know how much longer riding the bikes will work. But hey when Spring rolls around and the weather warms up again. Maybe then when Ty asks if I want to ride bikes up to the rec center I will have more enthusiasm at the idea. Because then I can perfect my riding without hands and all those fanciful tricks that you can do on a bike.

Finished

I finished The Story of Edgar Sawtell.

It was beautifully written. Some parts were slow. Others took me by surprise. It's not your typical book. If you like dogs and are into breeding dogs this might be one you would enjoy. It even had some creepy, halloween-y heart thumping parts.

I love the way the way the author tells the story from more than one characters point of view. That is actually the format that I enjoy the most when reading a book. You even get to hear from the dogs once or twice. Mostly you hear from the main character though. It is a good story. It is not a fluff read. Expect to be challenged as you read it.

I wasn't happy with the ending. I don't want to spoil it if you do decide to read it so that is all I will say. Oh and if you don't have a huge vocabulary you may need to have a dictionary close by for a few of the words. I should have looked a couple up to find out what they meant but I wanted to finish the book so I could get to the other three that are waiting for me.

The reason why I finished it instead of working on the blocks and signs for the boutique(yes I can spell it right) is that my printer decided to die on me today. Lovely. I need it to do the voodoo that I do-do so well.

Etsy stuff

So Kristina asked me on my random post what kind of things I would sell on Esty. Here are a few pictures of things that I have done that I'm thinking of selling. Now, I paint the signs. They aren't vinyl. I'm not knocking vinyl. I think it's great and you can do a lot with it but I don't have the machine to cut the vinyl, nor do I have the money to buy the machine to cut the vinyl so I use paint instead. I think it looks okay.

I also use scrapbook paper and cut the letters out with an xacto knife. That's just something that I started doing and I'm loving the results. I love some of the scrapbook paper that they come out with and to find a way to display it in my home. That's a bonus.

So without further ado. Here is a sample of my work.
Wait....that's a wrong sample of my work. And I'd probably get in trouble for trying to sell him on Etsy. I think there's a law against that or something. Plus he's almost 14 now.

Actual craft work pictures. These are signs you can hang on your walls or set on a shelf. They are made from pine boards and painted by me.

I'm not sure if I could sell this first sign or not. I'm afraid the milk people would come after me for it. I'm not sure.


These last two are ones I'm working on to sell at a local botique. The first one is a square pumpkin (and I don't know if Artic Circle has some liscense on that or not please don't come after me if you do, head Artic Circle people) I'm not quite finished with it becasue I want to put some type of stem on the top with a small dowell some curly wire and a gree ribbon.


So what do you think? Would this fly on Etsy or not?

(Oh and I don't want to have to say this but it I don't want to get ripped off either. I would appreciate it if you didn't steal my ideas. I do go to the boutiques to get ideas but I don't then come home and make things exactly like those found there and try to sell them as my own. I do try to come up with original ideas. Please, Please do not steal from me. Thanks.)

Free Handbag

Handbag Planet is giving away a free handbag every hour on October 15th. Head on over and try to get the one you like. Click HERE to enter. (Thanks for the heads up about this contest go to SharkBait. She's on top of things like this.)

This is the one I chose. (I actually liked the green one really well too but I don't have much that would look good with that one and brown goes with everything right? RIGHT?)

Flu Shots

Today I'm getting my first flu shot ever. I've never had one. Nope. Not one. I don't think that I've ever really had the flu either. Not since I was younger, before they had the shots. Not too excited about it either. I'm not a big fan of needles. I guess it 's good. They say that all kids under the age 18 years old should get a flu shot as well.

The nice thing about getting this shot is that it's being given up at my hubby's work place. Why is that nice you ask? Because that means I get to see my main man and go out to lunch with him...BONUS!



Honey, I'll take on a needle to have lunch with you any day. *Smooch*

Random Thoughts

I'm enjoying the book The Story of Edgar Sawtell so far. There are a couple of parts where it goes into some genetic stuff about dogs that reminds me of being in college and learning about evolution and those parts are a bit long. But all in all it's wonderfully written. I wish I could write like that. I'm about 3/4 of the way through.

I hate it when someone leaves tissues in their pockets and they got through the wash. What a mess.

I'm slowly feeling better about the dogs. It's hard to look out back and not see them. But it's good not to hear Zeke barking meanly at someone who is out there in the parking lot next door.

I'm debating on opening an etsy store of my own. Does anyone know how easy/difficult this is? Any good advice or just advice?

I need to stop down to the library today because they have three new books waiting for me to pick up. Coraline and Good Omens by both by Niel Gaiman. These look like good Halloween novels. And The Theif by Megan Whalen Turner.

I also need to head to a craft store and get some more patterned paper and some paint for items I am making for a craft boutique this Saturday.

And my final random thought from a great demotivator poster....

Difficult Decisions

Today Ty and I followed through on a difficult decision that our family had to make. We had to decide whether or not to keep our two dogs. With the weather getting colder and us needing to make them shelter if they were going to stay we had to make the decision quickly.

In fairness to the dogs we decided to give them up. :( We live next to an apartment complex and the fence that borders it is just a chain link fence with those plastic slats in it. That and the dumpster for the complex is right next to our fence. Because of that people are always out there dumping garbage and getting in and out of cars. The kids in the complex play back there a lot too. Why, I don't know because I wouldn't be happy with my kid playing in a parking lot, but I digress. These kids that play back there tease our dogs. And I have a feeling that some of the adults who come out to throw their garbage out do to.

Zeke would charge the fence and bark and bark at them. We were getting to the point where we were afraid that he would bite someone if they put their hand close enough. Zoe is deaf and partially blind. We thought we could work with her but we haven't been able to. She jumps up on anyone to the point where the kids have hated going in the back yard. So no one would go out back and play with them.

So those things along with the fact that gas prices are still high and food seems to go higher each time we go shopping, those things all factored into the decision to give them up.

Ty and I took them to the Humane Society of Utah this morning. I cried, we both cried as we left them there. I hope that they get adopted out. I think that they will they are medium dogs and both really loving and cute. I can't think too much about it because I get emotional about it.

Goodbye my doggies I love you and will miss you.

I made It In

I did get a new recommend in time to go to the sealing on Friday. It was beautiful. Here's a picture of the Bride's sisters, brother and brother-in-law as we were waiting for the couple to come out of the temple. I can get people to do some weird things.



And here is a picture of the Bride's family. I loved her colors that she chose. Red and Brown.


And isn't this couple just the cutest? It's my niece and her husband. I'm so sad because they are moving far away across the country. I'm sure they will be fine. And they better come back and visit. Or at least email me or leave comments on my blog!

What happens when I get bored

"I just want to apologize to Josh's mom, and Mike's mom, and my mom. I am so sorry! Because it was my fault. I was the one who brought them here. I was the one that said "keep going south." I was the one who said that we were not lost. It was my fault, because it was my project. I am so scared! I don't know what's out there. We are going to die out here! I am so scared!"

On the outside looking in

Yesterday my niece went to the temple to receive her endowments. She is getting married tomorrow. I am so excited and happy for her. She's marrying a young man that she's known for years and years. Their families went deer hunting together each fall so they kind of grew up together. He's a good guy and I think that they will be happy.

So yesterday I'm getting all ready to go to the temple and attend the session with her. I'm all dressed except for shoes. Ty has taken the J and dropped him off at Young Men's and is coming back to get me and then we are going to pick my mom up.

Before I get my shoes on I grab my purse to get my temple recommend out. Because, hey if I don't have that recommend they aren't letting me in the door. I grab my purse because that is where I keep that all important little piece of paper. I keep it in a little holder in my purse so that I will know where it is at all times. Except...

It isn't there. What? I know that's where I put it. That's where I keep it so I know where to find it. I tore the purse apart. I tore the rest of the house apart looking for it. I looked in my temple dress to see if I left it in my pockets (multiple times). Nope. It was nowhere to be found. I told Ty to head on out and take my mom so that they could be there. I would continue looking for it until the last possible minute. I told him to apologize to my niece for me.

I still haven't found it. Last night I cleaned the pit that was my kitchen to see if it might have been buried in the papers on the hutch but it wasn't there. This morning I have mucked out the stall that is my office to see if it was somewhere in here. Nope. (I did find my lost insurance card though). The thing is I distinctly remember putting it in my purse and keeping it there.

Tomorrow is her wedding. She and her fiance will be sealed in the temple so I NEED to find that recommend or see if there's any way I can get a new one. I have to be there tomorrow.

Last night I was, for all intents and purposes, on the outside of the temple looking in. I wanted so badly to be there with my niece and her family, and everyone else but I couldn't, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. It wasn't a good feeling. I'm wondering if I'm being taught a lesson. A lesson on about attending the temple more often so that I am more aware of where my recommend is and how important temple attendance is.

A lesson about how I need to live my life. About how I need to make changes in my life so that when my time comes I am not left on the outside looking in.

Tag. I'm it.

I was tagged by Mommy Madness. A big thanks to her for the tag because I wasn't sure what to blog about today.

Seven random or weird things about me....

1. I was pretty much the perfect teenager. Not that I didn't do things wrong or make bad choices, I did. But the things I did were pretty minor. I very rarely talked back to my mom and dad. I tried really hard to tell the truth. I helped out around the house when I could. I never really had a "rebellious" stage. I figured that some of my other brothers and sisters (I'm number seven of eight kids) had already given my parents enough grief that I just couldn't bring myself to really disobey or do something really stupid. And there are some days as an adult, as I look back on those days, that I wish I had done something. It's usually a fleeting thought though.

2. I went to college on a track and field scholarship. I threw the shot-put and the discus. You know the little steel ball and the steel Frisbee? Yup. I actually didn't really know how to throw the discus before I got to college and they had to teach me. They laughed their butts off at me too because I fell down a lot trying to learn the spin. I got the last laugh when, with my last throw of my college career I broke the school record. And that record still stands (amazingly enough) 15 years later.

3. I am known far and wide (through my stake at least) for a Hans and Frans skit that my best friend and I did at girls camp 20 plus years ago. People still come up and comment to me about it. Really they do. It was that good (or bad). (And yes I still live in the same ward and stake that I grew up in.)

4. Do you ever have birds fly in front of your car as you are driving? And it seems like they just wait for the car to come driving by and then they fly out of the tree or off the the fence in front of the car and you don't hit them but you come pretty close? Well I imagine that these birds are the reckless teenage birds or ones who have had one too many. And that there are other birds who are across the street watching and laughing their little birdie butts off, as this flying bird whom they have dared to do this plays "chicken" with my car. Bizarre I know.

5. I found out in college that I was pretty good at playing quarters. Not with actual liquor because I was the designated driver (and because, as I said in my first random thing I was a good kid). But I was sitting at the bar trying not to get bored while waiting for my friends to get tired of drinking and want to go back to the hotel so I asked how to play quarters. I had no idea. So the bartender gave me a shot glass and told me that you bounce the quarter off of the bar and into the glass. I was a natural at it. Not a talent that you can bring up in Relief Society when they have the lesson on talents though. And not one that you can hold up as an example when you are in YW's talking to them about finding their talents either.

6. I love grapefruit. Love to eat it and love to drink grapefruit juice. Not the Ruby Red Grapefruit juice either. It has to be the yummy, tart yellow grapefruit juice. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Oh and it has to be straight up grapefruit, no sugar or salt or nothing on it. Pure unadulterated grapefruitiness.

7. My favorite movie is Somewhere in Time. I love that show. I love the music in that show. And I really dislike the show Dr. Quinn medicine woman. Even though they both starred Jane Seymour. The reason I dislike the Dr. Quinn is it started that darn whole phenomenon of naming girls names that start with a "Mc" because her name was Michaela in that show. I'd had my daughters name picked out since I was in 7th grade, (7th grade people!) and I thought it would be very unique and beautiful. It is beautiful but it's not as unique as I would like because of that darn Dr. Quinn show. Yes I'm bitter. Maybe someday I'll get over it.

Okay those are my seven. Here are the people I tag.

Erin
Julie
Kristina
Michelle
Tyran
Michele
Stacey

If you've already been tagged then just repost the post that you've already done. Or if you just don't want to do it then that's okay. I'll just quietly weep over here in the corner and try to deal with my disappointment.