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Tagged again……

There seems to be some trend going on with my friends with blogs: A questionaire pass on. Shaggie Maggie  passed this on to me – a list of questions to be answered with one word. So as no to offend my dear friend here goes: Disclaimer (I am not a “one word” kind of person, as my friends all know)

1. Where is your cell phone? unanswered
2. Where is your significant other? India
3. Your hair color? brown (mostly)
4. Your family? wonderfully complicated
5. Who you miss the most? grandfather
6. Your favorite thing? not big on things
7. Your dream last night? bizarre
8. Your dream/goal? peace on all levels
9. The room you’re in? office
10. Your hobby? writing
11. Your fear? sometimes writing
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Virginia
13. Where were you last night? home
14. What you’re not? hateful
15. One of your wish list items? peace
16. Where you grew up? Still in the process of doing that
17. The last thing you did? laundry
18. What are you wearing? pjs – we call them jammers
19. Your TV? mostly off
20. Your pet? 3 cats
21. Your computer? HP laptop
22. Your mood? thoughtful
23. Missing someone? yes
24. Your car? popcorn all over
25. Something you’re not wearing? makeup
26. Favorite store? Geoffrey Beene
27. Your Summer? can’t wait for it
28. Love someone? Many people
29. Your favorite color? right now brown
30. When is the last time you laughed? today
31. Last time you cried? about 2 hours ago

Passing is the thing to do with these – so Lola, Badass, Loco, and Miss Grace – Game on. Oh yes, and Kristen.

More reason I miss Mr. W………….

6th grade math.
(Yes, this is a repeat, but not because I am lazy, but because it’s not getting any easier.)

Mr. W lets me sleep in.
(I had completely forgotten about this one – but it is a big one.)

Number One Hubby let me sleep in while he was home for Thanksgiving. And, while I slept all nestled in my bed, he and the kids decorated the house for Christmas and hug the stockings by the chimney with (out) care. He is good like that. That is why you might see mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe.

On the other mornings that he would let me sleep in, Mr. W would make the lunches for school, get the kids breakfast and then take them to the bus stop. Have you been to a bus stop in the morning lately? Baby, it’s cold outside. Today I learned that 2 degrees Celsius equals about 36 degrees Fahrenheit. (I also learned how to spell Celsius and Fahrenheit.)

Maybe I am not so big on spelling either.

Have a mentioned that I am not a morning person?

Our dishwasher has this unique (translation…..unnecessary) feature that allows you to actually turn it off. Not just have it not running – but truly turn it off – like a light. Mr. W feels that it saves on our electricity bill to turn off the power (what about the over 100 recessed lights you had installed, honey – oh, I forgot, that’s different -never mind). So, every time I filled the dishwasher (no, he didn’t do that – he didn’t want me to miss him too much) I would have to wait for the dishwasher to “initiate” before I could start it. It was annoying. Now, I miss that part of my day and I think of him every time I run the dishwasher.

I bought 2 white t-shirts and 1 off-white t-shirt yesterday. Mr. W would laugh at that. More white shirts? He would laugh. I miss sharing the tiny details of the day with him that never quite make it into our phone conversations.

He does know I bought Christmas dishes. He also knows I did not need Christmas dishes. But he does not care because he knows I really love Christmas dishes – even if we might not use them for the next two years. He is probably laughing at me for that too. Or maybe I should say laughing with me. 😉 (And, yes they are also white.)

My prayer list has gotten so long that it’s hard to remember it all. And now I find it necessary to pray every night.

Sleeping alone still stinks.
(Also a repeat – but a self-explanatory repeat, I believe.)

Who’s on first

Mr. W. has this thing about putting too much of our info “out there” but I would like to talk about our kids every now and then. And, although it worked out quite well for Microsoft, I simply cannot imagine referring to my children as child v.1, child v.2, and child v.3. So, I am now going to begin using their nicknames.

Bear is our son – our oldest child. He got this name because he wakes up grumpy. His hair is also really bushy when he does not brush it. But mostly he is really grumpy in the morning. Just ask him, he is sure to growl at you. Of course, when he was really little, I called him my Pookey Bear – yep, from Garfield. But somehow he managed to outgrow that a little too quickly.


Flower is our middle child and, if you know her, that about explains it.


Angel is our youngest. Mr. W was going to call her cricket until I explained that you cannot give one daughter a nickname like Flower and then call the other one a bug. There is not enough therapy in the world to reverse the trauma from that one. So Angel it is.


As for me, I am going to stick with me. I’d like to keep it simple – I have a hard enough time keeping track of nicknames, actual names, and pets. I do what I can.

There it is – now you will know who I am talking about.