Sophia posted this blog challenge on Two Peas today, and I thought I'd go with....
46 tidbits about me
1. FIRST NAME? Terese
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? no
3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Last week Saturday. My feelings got hurt yet AGAIN by two people I love.
4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? NO!
5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? roast beef of course!
6. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? yep - 3...plus a husband that can be childish and 2 dogs that can be just as bad sometimes!
7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? absolutely!
8. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? No. I have another blog that I write in but don't share with anyone. That's where I keep most of my thoughts written down. My scrapbooks which are pretty much the same thing aren't they?
9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Who ME? Hmph!
10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes
11. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Oh hell no!I can get a rush in other ways!
13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? yes I do
14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Hmm......I suppose so
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Double Chocolate Fudge Brownie. OMG I get excited just saying the words!
16. SHOE SIZE? 7 1/2
17. RED OR PINK? pink
18. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? my weight
19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Everyone that I live far away from.....Ryan, Holly, Janet, Curtis and numerouse other friends and family.
20. WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? 5/5/64 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin
21. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? jeans and a olive green top
22. WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Garlic pork tenderloin with mashed potatoes and corn.
l23. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Honey sighing. I think shes bored. lol
24 IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? greenblack
25. FAVORITE SMELL? fresh brewed coffee and Downey. (I can't just pick one!)
26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED WITH ON THE PHONE? Holly
27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU MEET? their eyes
28. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Does burping on command count?
29. FAVORITE DRINK? Coffee, Coke and White Russians
30. FAVORITE SPORT? Tennis
31. HAIR COLOR? brown
32. EYE COLOR? brown
33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? no
34. FAVORITE FOOD? Roast Beef
35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Scary movies but it seems that none scare me any more
36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Bewitched with Nicole Kidman and Will Ferrell
37. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Olive green
38. SUMMER OR WINTER? neither...I like fall
39. HUGS OR KISSES? both
40. FAVORITE DESSERT? Chocolate Cake
41. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? "Twisted"
42. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? It's plain black with a wrist pad
43. FAVORITE SOUNDS? the ocean, kids laughing, the birds singing and the sound of crickets
44. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? The Beatles (I never really cared for the Rolling Stones)
45. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Bahamas
46. IF YOU COULD PICK ANY TWO PEOPLE TO HAVE DINNER WITH, WHO WOULD THEY BE? God and Abraham Lincoln
Monday, June 26, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Happy Fathers Day Daddy.....
To my dad who has been gone now for 17 years already I want to say Happy Fathers Day and that I miss you. We may have not had the kind of relationship that many daughters and their daddys' had, but we did have a good one nonetheless. Yeah, there were a lot of rough times there as I was growing up and I have been subjected to many things that a little girl my age shouldn't have been subjected to. Life was rough sometimes, but I have to admit that there were also some good times there too. Like when you would take me for walks down Lincoln Avenue to go to Kosciuszko Park. We would stop on the way and you would buy me ice cream. We would go there on fourth of July and you would sit with me and watch the fireworks. Just you and me is all I remember. I don't know if any of my brothers or sisters went with us or not. All I remember is you and me.
And I remember how you would let me sit on your lap on the little wooden bench downstairs in the basement and let me burn trash with you in our wood burning stove. I was amazed that you could stick your whole hand in that hot stove with those flames burning so bright and not burn your hands. You taught me that the yellow and white flames were not hot at all. It was the ones closer to the base of the fire that burned. I used to love burning the Styrofoam egg cartons and watching them instantly melt. You would save them and put them aside for me for when I would be there with you. That was sweet and it made me feel like I was somehow special to you. You would give me the big long metal "poking stick" and let me push the stuff farther into the fire. We would literally sit there for hours and watch the fire burn and talk.
I also remember hanging out in "your room" downstairs in the basement. That's where you used to go to get away from mom. You had shelves on the wall way up high with all these old cigar boxes with all these little trinkets in them. I used to love going through all these boxes and looking at the old pocket watches, old spoons, little pocket books and bibles and photographs. You would tell me stories of where all these things came from. There was one particular box that I wanted and you gave it to me. It was a wooden one with a hinge on it. I still have it to this day along with the old cigar boxes you let me have. I even have the original stuff that was inside these boxes so when I want to take a trip down memory lane all I have to do is go in my hope chest and pull any one of these boxes out and I am back to being a little girl at 4 years old again.
You never really showed us kids much love, but we still knew you loved us. At least I did. Mom says it's because that's how you were brought up. For whatever reason you were the way you were, I forgive you. I know now that alcoholism is a disease and that you suffered from this disease. I didn't understand it at the time when I was a child but I do now as an adult. I just want you to know that I am now at peace with the past. I will always keep those good memories close to my heart and I will always cherish them. I really do miss you daddy and I want you to know that I am thinking of you on this Father's Day.
And I remember how you would let me sit on your lap on the little wooden bench downstairs in the basement and let me burn trash with you in our wood burning stove. I was amazed that you could stick your whole hand in that hot stove with those flames burning so bright and not burn your hands. You taught me that the yellow and white flames were not hot at all. It was the ones closer to the base of the fire that burned. I used to love burning the Styrofoam egg cartons and watching them instantly melt. You would save them and put them aside for me for when I would be there with you. That was sweet and it made me feel like I was somehow special to you. You would give me the big long metal "poking stick" and let me push the stuff farther into the fire. We would literally sit there for hours and watch the fire burn and talk.
I also remember hanging out in "your room" downstairs in the basement. That's where you used to go to get away from mom. You had shelves on the wall way up high with all these old cigar boxes with all these little trinkets in them. I used to love going through all these boxes and looking at the old pocket watches, old spoons, little pocket books and bibles and photographs. You would tell me stories of where all these things came from. There was one particular box that I wanted and you gave it to me. It was a wooden one with a hinge on it. I still have it to this day along with the old cigar boxes you let me have. I even have the original stuff that was inside these boxes so when I want to take a trip down memory lane all I have to do is go in my hope chest and pull any one of these boxes out and I am back to being a little girl at 4 years old again.
You never really showed us kids much love, but we still knew you loved us. At least I did. Mom says it's because that's how you were brought up. For whatever reason you were the way you were, I forgive you. I know now that alcoholism is a disease and that you suffered from this disease. I didn't understand it at the time when I was a child but I do now as an adult. I just want you to know that I am now at peace with the past. I will always keep those good memories close to my heart and I will always cherish them. I really do miss you daddy and I want you to know that I am thinking of you on this Father's Day.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Woman Over 40
Yup! That's me and proud of it!
I read this somewhere and thought, now ain't THIS the truth! So here I have to share it with you. Even if you're not over 40 yet feel free to read this anyway. Life doesn't get worse with age......it only gets better!
I always said something happens to a woman once she's 40.. Here is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60 Minutes.
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why.
A woman over 40 will not lay next to you in bed and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 40 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. They already know.
A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot womanof 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 18-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free." Here's an update for you. Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage.
I read this somewhere and thought, now ain't THIS the truth! So here I have to share it with you. Even if you're not over 40 yet feel free to read this anyway. Life doesn't get worse with age......it only gets better!
I always said something happens to a woman once she's 40.. Here is a piece written by Andy Rooney - CBS 60 Minutes.
As I grow in age, I value women who are over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why.
A woman over 40 will not lay next to you in bed and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it's usually something more interesting.
A woman over 40 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 40 give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.
Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.
Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.
A woman over 40 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women. Women over 40 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won't betray her.
Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. They already know.
A woman over 40 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women or drag queens.
Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.
Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk or if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.
Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.
Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot womanof 40+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 18-year-old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free." Here's an update for you. Nowadays, 80% of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage.
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