So, truth time. Who do you love more - your spouse or your kid(s)?
Me. I have to admit that my heart first belonged to my hubby and the majority of it still lies there.
Are you that honest?
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Childhood nicknames
I've posted something like this before. But it's been a year or more, so it's time for this topic to resurface.
My mom called me Sh*tbird. I don't remember when this started, but I do have what I think is an amusing story about my nickname. I was working at my first "real" job after college. We were at a computer trade show in Vegas, and I had told my fellow marketing/technical marketing folks about my nickname. Well, I was waiting on my mom to show up to visit with me in Las Vegas. She was to meet me at the Tivoli booth. Wouldn't you know it; she showed up while I took a quick bathroom break. Anyway, she walked into the booth, obviously not a techie, and several guys asked her, "Are you Sh*tbird's mom?" OK, maybe you had to be there to get the humor of the situation. I know, it sounds like a derogatory nickname, but it's out of love, I assure you. It's just part of the twisted and vulgar humor my mom and I share.
I too have nicknames for my boys. Not nearly as crude; I'm sure DH (dear hubby) wouldn't let me. :)
Jackson is #1 or Jack Sprat. I doubt that'll last too much longer with him being a teenager now. Grayson is just #2, Gray, or G. Ben will call him G. I'll call him my baby, even though he's the middle child. Hudson, now 8, has really outgrown his nickname of Huddy Poo, but I just can't help myself. And with G/Gray as the exception, Mommy is the only one allowed to use these nicknames! (Per the kids' choice too.)
My daddy called Jackson "Short Stuff." (If you know Jackson, you know why.) He called Grayson "Cinqo" because he was born on May 5th, and he was my dad's 5th grandchild. And lastly, he called Hudson "Big Time." Not really sure of the origin of Hudson's nickname, but it does fit him, especially on the soccer field. He definitely does not play the game like he's a little guy.
I'll keep to myself the nicknames I call DH/Ben. I wouldn't want to embarrass him. :)
My mom called me Sh*tbird. I don't remember when this started, but I do have what I think is an amusing story about my nickname. I was working at my first "real" job after college. We were at a computer trade show in Vegas, and I had told my fellow marketing/technical marketing folks about my nickname. Well, I was waiting on my mom to show up to visit with me in Las Vegas. She was to meet me at the Tivoli booth. Wouldn't you know it; she showed up while I took a quick bathroom break. Anyway, she walked into the booth, obviously not a techie, and several guys asked her, "Are you Sh*tbird's mom?" OK, maybe you had to be there to get the humor of the situation. I know, it sounds like a derogatory nickname, but it's out of love, I assure you. It's just part of the twisted and vulgar humor my mom and I share.
I too have nicknames for my boys. Not nearly as crude; I'm sure DH (dear hubby) wouldn't let me. :)
Jackson is #1 or Jack Sprat. I doubt that'll last too much longer with him being a teenager now. Grayson is just #2, Gray, or G. Ben will call him G. I'll call him my baby, even though he's the middle child. Hudson, now 8, has really outgrown his nickname of Huddy Poo, but I just can't help myself. And with G/Gray as the exception, Mommy is the only one allowed to use these nicknames! (Per the kids' choice too.)
My daddy called Jackson "Short Stuff." (If you know Jackson, you know why.) He called Grayson "Cinqo" because he was born on May 5th, and he was my dad's 5th grandchild. And lastly, he called Hudson "Big Time." Not really sure of the origin of Hudson's nickname, but it does fit him, especially on the soccer field. He definitely does not play the game like he's a little guy.
I'll keep to myself the nicknames I call DH/Ben. I wouldn't want to embarrass him. :)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ping Pong Blog
Post a picture of your pet.
Meet a soaked Boo, as a puppy (from 4 years ago). Her fur has bleached out quite a bit from spending so much time outside. She's now a light gray. But there's nothing like a puppy pic.
I grew up with a miniature schnauzer too. Her name was Snickers. Full name: Snickers B Good. No middle name to go with that letter B, though. Kind of like Harry S Truman (the S doesn't stand for anything). Odd fact for the day for my blog subscribers. :)
Now that I've posted my pet photo, it's my turn to think of a blog topic to ping back to Rebecca. Suggestions taken, nay wanted. But I'll start with ... what was your childhood nickname or picked-on name? Or both. And, of course, the story behind them.
Happy Tuesday, y'all! I'm beginning to recover from my vacation coma. Can you tell?!
Meet a soaked Boo, as a puppy (from 4 years ago). Her fur has bleached out quite a bit from spending so much time outside. She's now a light gray. But there's nothing like a puppy pic.
I grew up with a miniature schnauzer too. Her name was Snickers. Full name: Snickers B Good. No middle name to go with that letter B, though. Kind of like Harry S Truman (the S doesn't stand for anything). Odd fact for the day for my blog subscribers. :)
Now that I've posted my pet photo, it's my turn to think of a blog topic to ping back to Rebecca. Suggestions taken, nay wanted. But I'll start with ... what was your childhood nickname or picked-on name? Or both. And, of course, the story behind them.
Happy Tuesday, y'all! I'm beginning to recover from my vacation coma. Can you tell?!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Challenge - Day 30
Post a picture of someone you miss.
Once again, I cannot limit myself to just 1 photo. I miss both of my dads - my stepdad, Harry, & my daddy.
Harry died suddenly in his mid 50s eight years ago. It was devastating; I was devastated.
Daddy was sick when he passed away, but that does not diminish the hurt. And that was 3 years ago.
You know the saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone"? Well, that is definitely true. Although I did appreciate them while they were alive, their little quirks that seemed bothersome back then, I would give my right foot for today.
I miss them. Period. End of sentence. End of challenge.
Harold Eugene Pauley, 1946-2002
Curtis Dale Good, 1936-2007
Once again, I cannot limit myself to just 1 photo. I miss both of my dads - my stepdad, Harry, & my daddy.
Harry died suddenly in his mid 50s eight years ago. It was devastating; I was devastated.
Daddy was sick when he passed away, but that does not diminish the hurt. And that was 3 years ago.
You know the saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone"? Well, that is definitely true. Although I did appreciate them while they were alive, their little quirks that seemed bothersome back then, I would give my right foot for today.
I miss them. Period. End of sentence. End of challenge.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Challenge - Day 29
Post a picture that can always make you smile.
That's fairly easy. A pic of my hubby and/or my kids. We'll go with kids acting goofy, which is fairly often. Capturing it in picture is a tad bit rare though. I'll see what I can find.
Well, they're not being all playful in this photo, but it is a picture of my boys, taken last summer. I love them to pieces, even if they know how to push every single one of my buttons.
That's fairly easy. A pic of my hubby and/or my kids. We'll go with kids acting goofy, which is fairly often. Capturing it in picture is a tad bit rare though. I'll see what I can find.
Well, they're not being all playful in this photo, but it is a picture of my boys, taken last summer. I love them to pieces, even if they know how to push every single one of my buttons.
Challenge - Day 28
Yes, I may be a day or 2 late in posting "day 28," but I'm trying, folks.
Post a picture of something you are afraid of.
Well, I think I've already posted pics of hating snakes and my insecurity of being alone, but I guess I can fess up to one more flaw.
I am afraid of being wrong. To me, it means humiliation, every one staring at me. And I don't like that. How do you capture that in a picture?
Post a picture of something you are afraid of.
Well, I think I've already posted pics of hating snakes and my insecurity of being alone, but I guess I can fess up to one more flaw.
I am afraid of being wrong. To me, it means humiliation, every one staring at me. And I don't like that. How do you capture that in a picture?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Challenge - Days 26 & 27
Post a picture of something that means a lot to you.
My Williams family, Ben's side. This picture was taken last year on our ski trip to Steamboat. We had such a good time, we're going back this year!
Post a picture of yourself and a family member.
How about a picture of all of my immediate family! That's Hudson (about an hour old), Grayson (age 3), and Jackson (age 4.9). And a much younger (or younger-looking anyway) Ben and me. It was almost 9 years ago, and boy, do I look different. But this was the beginning of our complete family. No more kiddos. Just a dog or 2 added to the family.
Sorry for posting 2 days at once. It was just easier that way.
My Williams family, Ben's side. This picture was taken last year on our ski trip to Steamboat. We had such a good time, we're going back this year!
Post a picture of yourself and a family member.
How about a picture of all of my immediate family! That's Hudson (about an hour old), Grayson (age 3), and Jackson (age 4.9). And a much younger (or younger-looking anyway) Ben and me. It was almost 9 years ago, and boy, do I look different. But this was the beginning of our complete family. No more kiddos. Just a dog or 2 added to the family.
Sorry for posting 2 days at once. It was just easier that way.
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