Saturday, March 26, 2011

wanna auction again?!

You needed something for that one little spot on your wall, right?
This one measures approx. 21 inches long by 8 inches high!!!

The rules are this-
You must leave an email address with EACH entry.

I will start off the bid at $8.50.
No bidding under 50 cents at a time.
The first bidder can start with $8.50 and from there- $9, $9.50.
That ok? If that ticks you off, let me know;)

This will be open until Wednesday, March 30!!!!

and remember, the shipping is on me!!

Fire away ladies!!!and spread the word :)

Saturday, March 19, 2011

{SHE STOLE IT!!!}

yep. she shore did. right from under my lil red nose. Well, not quite, but pretty close.
James and I went to Wendy's for supper the other night. And if I may say so, on MY scale of 1 - 10, the day was a 8 being not so grand. It seemed like I tripped and fell over everything. It was all in the way. gotta hate that when stuff just plunks it self smack in front of your toes. and I have a minor temper tantrum in my kitchen early that morning... (I broke my FAVORITE bowl.  look at them here. it was full of cereal. and it fell. smashing and crashing, and smithering to tiny little pieces on the floor. so in my upsetness. and to top off the pile. I dumped the rest of the  box of 'LIFE" on top.that.felt.good.)
so we went to Wendy's for supper. but I think I told you that already, right? yep. and when we left, I was just sooo tired and ready to sleep, I left my purse on the table. I did. We drove to 6644 Toluca Ave. which took us about 8 min. considering all the stop lights were red. (I really don;t know that for a fact.) and I said James. MY PURSE. it's on that table in Wendy's. So we just turned around and drove back. I walked in and asked the 'waitress'. Did I leave my purse here?
Her eyes got BIG. and she said. 'that lady, she took it!'
She proceeded to tell me, which lady. And that the LADY had told her that MY $60 (knock-off at Ross for $18 ;)) NINE WEST  grey leather purse was HER 5 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER'S. ok. now I understand If you have absolutely nothing better to do with your purses, you mothers out there, you might give your 5 year  old girl an old purse. BUT. this purse was approximately the same size as her entire upper body. Do you know what I am saying. this was NOT a purse a 5 year old would carry. Now maybe had it been my red PRADA bag, which is considerably daintier, I could see. but unless you are 'SHOPAHOLIC'  herself, I really doubt your 5 year old would even carry PRADA.

James and I went after her, but to no avail. She was long gone johnny. So I called Ms. 911. and she sent me Mr. Police. and he asked me all kind of questions about what was in my purse, and how much it cost, and ya... all kinds. Then he told me to go home and cancel my credit cards. So I did.
But inside my heart was veeery heavy. Because. just not even a week ago, I had received an very important paper in the mail. MY SOCIAL SECURITY number. and it was in my purse. so I was sad.
But my heart was lightened when my 5 year old nephew called and informed me, that I could after all just go to Wal-Mart and buy a new one!!! (His other suggestion was not quite so comforting. That I would have a baby, and than that baby could buy me a new purse when it turned 6!!?? ya . not comforting. to wait 6 years and 9 months for a new purse. ugg.)

But, another thing we did do was sigh a prayer to Jesus that He would help us get that bag back. I was not the only one praying. I just needed it back, and there was others that knew and joined me in my prayer. (thanks :))

at 7:30 AM my mother-in-law gets a phone call, from the CALIFORNIA HIGHWAY PATROL . (otherwise known to the locals as CHP) that somebody had hung my purse on their entrance door early that morning. Nobody saw who it was, and we still do not know.

 But all I can say is that once again God showed His power and proved to me once again that He is in control!!!!!

So now I have my purse. everything is in it. BUT I CAN NOT GET MYSELF TO TOUCH IT. its gross.it's been man- handled by someone who was looking for money,identity, I dunno what. but its just GROSS. eck. So it sits in the back of the pick-up. Just in case I need proof of being a legal driver.

anybody want to clean it out for me??!!

Friday, March 11, 2011

{you wanna know how I know that it is spring?}

b-b-b-c-c-ause ... those those... yes. those LIZARDS. those ones. those ones I HATE. are back!!! and they are grosser and uglier than ever before. and I just can.not.stand.them.

And you know why I can't stand them even more? I'll tell you.

The other day, while I was working with James, we walked through a gate into someones back yard and he started grinning...and smirking... and I asked him. Why grinnest thou??
and he sayeth unto me. because YOU just walked smack by a lizard and you did not see it.
and I thought to mine self. NO. NO!!!!. lizards are supposed to still be DEAD. not living not breathing or eating or freaking me out. but DEAD. They are not supposed to even be alive yet. Its waaaaaaaaay to cold for them. I wanted to get all my gardening/outdoor stuff done while they were dead. NOPE. they can.not.be.alive.

but. I kept walking. and yes. there was ANOTHER ONE.  and it was so little, and brown, and, and UGLY.
 and I did a small shriek (I couldn't scream out loud as were are supposed to be cleaning this pool for this older lady and , ya..) and I said James ANOTHER ONE.  (and now this is where I start to shiver and shudder and tuck my legs under by rear-end in a lame attempt to  keep lizards out of my house and up my legs)                                      

So my 'super-man' tries to scare away the reptile. but, alas, tis ALL IN VAIN. He splashes it with water and all it does is SIT THERE AND STARE. stare. honestly. lizards are not supposed to stare when you dump water on them. They are supposed to FLEE. But no. he sits.he stares.he moves not.
And this is where I am totally freaking out but I soon start freaking out 'worser' because 'super-man' than take s the skimmer net and tries to move him and he bumps his head. and all it does.is this. His head just goes. FLIP-FLOP.you know how when you are holding a child and they are so relaxed everything just flip-flops around. ya . fah-lip. fah-lop. and he continues to STARE. AND HE STILL DOES NOT MOVE.  So now I am going crazy but I continue to start to clean the pool, and this time am I ever glad I have eyes behind my head. other wise I am not sure I could have finished that job.
But just so you know when we left... He had dropped his head so it rested on the concrete. otherwise he just sat there scared silly of ME!!!!!. dumb thing. very dumb little thing.go back to your cave of sleep and stay there until  the year 2032.     that  would be veeeeery fine with me.. very fine.indeed.