Friday, January 23

It's a Boy!

It has been a long time since I have heard the sound of a baby's heartbeat coming from a Sonogram machine, but this week I got to hear my future grandson's! I also got to watch the screen during my daughter & son-in-law's ultrasound ~ finding out with them that he was indeed a "he". We also got the report that his vital organs were operating & all seems on track with his size, etc.. What a blessing. I am so thankful to Camille and Daniel for allowing me the privilege of sharing this special Dr. visit with them. They originally had the visit scheduled for Monday and I was driving up on Tuesday to help them paint their office/spare bedroom. But when the Doctor re-scheduled for Wednesday I got the opportunity to join them. We finished painting & putting furniture back into the room and then did a little bit of shopping for baby Platt. :D

Everyone I know that is a grandparent tells me how great it will be.
I'll let you know!



Saturday, January 17

How many is TOO MANY Tequila Shots?

In keeping with my theme of "How many is too many..." I decided to open up to you and share a few of my experiences with Tequila Shots. Some of you may relate to this blog, other's may shudder and try not to remember their own experience that may have included a night spent in the bathroom.

At Fifty years of age I would not say I am any kind of expert on this subject, but I recently set out (purposefully) to see how many really WAS too many. Thankfully, my very good friend Sandra was with me and saw that neither myself nor anyone around me/us was harmed during my experiment.

My first encounter with Tequila shots was in our first home a year after marrying Gene. Friends had come to our house to watch an Alabama Bowl game in late December 1979 and I had never done shots. Our friend Nina proceeded to show me ~ not the best tasting but I felt the warmth of the "buzz" fairly quickly. I was not the smartest thinking person after a few shots, so when the tequila ran out, I ran to the ABC store. Well, drove. Yes. I called first to make sure they were open. No one knew I had gone until I returned (safely) with more fluids. I don't remember anything after that. I was put to bed unaware....... Obviously I had had "one too many".

Over the years I would try it now and again. I found that while I might crash hard once I hit the pillow, I usually woke up without any problems the next day. (hello Camille) We have friends that had a huge New Year's Eve Party maybe 5 yrs. ago ~ or more. The hostess of the party was entertaining all the women with shots.... showing us all different "ways" to do them. New to me! We all got silly and participated. Eventually I crawled along the floor ~ I DO remember this ~ probably stealthy sneaking up to someone on the couch (?) for some reason. Well, to this day I am reminded of "crawling on my belly like a reptile". So one must beware of their actions while participating in the partaking of Tequila shots. Obviously how ever many I had that night was "almost Too Many". I declare "almost" because I knowingly made it to my pillow before crashing.

The one thing I do notice with Tequila shots is you don't do them more than once a year. Your body must remember at least that long. Or maybe it is the part of your brain that saves you from embarrassment. After a few more events where I counted the shots to actually see how many it took to have fun, but make it to the pillow without embarrassing myself (or those around me) AND without getting to the point of forgetting how I got to my pillow. Six shots. Six was the number I came up with.

On January 1st of this year I decided to test my number. Was six REALLY the number? Was six Too Many or just enough? Could I still dance with my eyes open with more than six? Okay. Here it is: Yes, six is enough. Just ask Sandra. She and I & our husbands had just seen the Beach Boys perform at the Beau Rivage in Biloxi. John Stamos came with them and performed with them on drums & guitar.... eventually we could not remember if we were there to see John or the Beach boys (well, us and ALL the other women on hand). Sandra & I went to the lounge where there was a band afterwards ~ I predicted Stamos would come and "jam" with the band ~ and he did, much to our delight. Some of the band guys had already come in and we had danced a bit with them.... I still had my eyes open too! We shook John's hand and commented on his performance before he went onstage with the house band. I think I was pushing four at the time. Maybe six.

I remember Chuck, Sandra's husband coming to check on us. I remember Gene coming to see Stamos jamming (after I had hurriedly walked to find him at the Craps table to tell him. He claims I ran up to him). And I remember watching John Stamos leave the bar. Sandra would have to tell me the rest of the story...... I guess I knew enough that eight might just be enough because I asked for the check. Sandra said I could not sign it very legibly. And then for some reason I asked for another double Tequila shot, making it TEN total shots. Being the good friend that she was she did not deny me my request. But she did have to sign the next ticket and escort me past many a security personnel that offered a wheelchair to people in my condition....... of course I stated I did not need one each time, so she says......

Imagine the jolt I had when I awoke and the first thing in my mind was why am I hugging a pair of Gene's pj boxers and "what about the ticket at the bar"? I did not remember getting my room charge card back and signing the ticket .... what if they add a thousand dollars to it? The next thing was why can't I walk to the bathroom without wobbling around? And why am I sleeping in the same shirt I had on and where are my pants? Oh, there they are.... in the bathroom with my shoes. Hmmm.
TEN was definitely too many. In fact, according to my lack of recollection, Eight was too many. I think I'll stick to my original "six is enough" theory. And 2 Tylenol.

Tuesday, January 13

Can you have too many towels?

I think I have a towel fetish. Really. I love nice new soft towels. Large towels. That match. And match the bathroom they go in. When my kids were growing up I even insisted they be folded a certain way. After all, they had to fit into the cabinet just right. And if there is a tag it must go on the inside of your folding. If you have a neutral bathroom let's say you have Linen colored towels for it and your other bath is mainly blue & white so you go with blue towels in there. Now there is no confusion as to which bathroom the towels get stored in after washing (and drying and that perfect fold thing). I have the kitchen covered too. Since men and children don't know the difference between a washcloth and a dishrag ~ well, they are a different color too. Now we have it all covered. Including our behinds!

Oh, I have bent a little. When I remodeled my master bathroom the cabinet size changed where I would be storing the towels so I now fold THOSE towels a new way. I can be flexible. But I did just buy new towels for the master ~ and gasp! ~ they are not the same color as the last ones... nor are they all the same color!! I went with 3 different colors to blend with the "scheme" of my bathroom. I am really stepping out. Thankfully there are no children to "re-train" and my hubby has to have direct instructions before beginning to fold a towel (he figures you are going to use it eventually so just hang it somewhere).

Sunday, January 11

How Many is Too Many Beanies?

Okay, I am going to be honest here. I have Beanies. Lots of Beanie Babies. Lots and LOTS of them. Too many is the number I have in my garage. Back in 1996 the craze had hit and those adorable little critters started jumping in my arms when I would go to the specialty stores that sold them. At only $4.99 each I guess they seemed inexpensive enough. I want to say my kids just had to have them, but truly.... it was me. In high school I remember loving stuffed animals so much that I was even nerdy enough (or brave enough) to take one to school!!! Lunch was playtime. I regress. My family has warned me that they do NOT want to be in charge of the Beanies if I were to somehow leave this earth before parting with them. Sorry folks. I have parted with and donated many a Beanie over the past few years. When I discovered that Mr. TY was not going to retire the craze I lost interest ~ as well as funds. Seemed as though instead of the 5 or 6 new ones a month he started mass producing 20 or more a month. Collectors like myself could no longer afford this cute pastime of collecting cute little animals. But, alas, he also started flooding the market so we could not get any money out of our collections. No more sitting by the computer bidding on the latest rare creature! They are all packed in plastic bins.... all organized by certain styles or by country or by sets, etc. I hate to admit it but I have 64 ISSY Beanies. They all look exactly the same but have different hang tags and tags hanging off their hinny's with the names of different Four Season's Hotels on them. Yes, EXACTLY the same if you take off their tags. Out of those 64 I have one that says "Santa Barbara" on it. That is one I swapped a lady online for ~ I sent her a few beanies that she needed (did we really NEED them?) for that ONE. It is probably one of my most prized possessions (or at least collectible). She and I became Internet friends for over 5 years after that. And that one Beanie now has a value of about $350.00 due to it's rarity. There are other rare Beanie's in my vast collection, but if I list them all I might invite a Beanie snatcher to stalk me to get to them!! LOL! Trust me, I've gone through the bins several times trying to donate more each time. But those Beanies with the wrong tags, misspellings, reversed ears, one of each color, etc. just HAVE to be worth something one day. Why else would a 50 yr. old woman hang on to them?

Saturday, January 10

How Many is too many Dogs?

So.... how many IS too many? Today I ask that about dogs. We have 3 dogs living full time at our house. Another that is a "college" dog who is a part time resident. Then there are 3 more I call our "gran-dogs". When we have a family gathering there are 7 dogs and 7 people (unless extended family arrives). Does that fall under "too many dogs"? Fortunately all the dogs can come together without any bloodbaths. And so can the humans! LOL! In fact several really enjoy playing with their "cousin's". Some might say "why would you do this to yourself"? The answer ~ for the Love Of. Simple as that. Two of the gran-dogs have pedigree's, but the rest are pretty much adopted dogs. One is 15 yr. old Roxy who is losing her hearing.... her nickname is PIG due to her curly tail and well, things she would eat when she was young. Five years ago I found a local rescue was bringing in Katrina pets for Fostering so I signed up to get the old girl a friend. The friend turned out to be a Chihuahua we named Ginger and ended up adopting her so Roxy could have someone to grow old with. Ginger really turned out to be great for the Pig. Then, as my nest became empty and my last child went off to college I got this crazy urge. I saved a few rescue dogs, nursed a few sick ones and found them homes ~ one to a daughter. The craziest thing I did 2 yrs. ago was take in a momma dog and 4 puppies when the pups were 7 wks. old. I think I was looking for a "puppy fix". My college son came home and bonded quickly with one of the pups. Yes, we let him adopt him. He's the best (the dog, heehee). Eventually they all found homes with the momma going to New York! A couple of stray dogs later I was ready to hang up my rescue role for awhile when my husband saw an ad online for a teacup Chihuahua. I would not go to a breeder myself, but this little girl came from one in MS and did not look to good. A young family had bought her and changed their minds after trying to blend her into their already one dog and new baby family. So... in a way I did at least "save" her. She ~Lexi~ has been a handful but blending in nicely.... the bigger cousins LOVE to play with her and she just eggs them on! So, for now.... I think 3 or is it 7? Is enough.