Tumbling out of my mind

Time to dump some of the items in my brain to make room for the Christmas thoughts. Believe it or not I am hidden in the library so I cannot be found by Mr. Tibbs. (is that pitiful or what)?

My newest compulsion is Dave Ramsey. I am reading his books, listening to his show, and subscribing to his website. What do others think of him? I like the idea of getting debt free, but maybe not to the extent that he teaches.

So, let me ask, what type of left overs are your favorite for thanksgiving? I myself love: turkey, Best Foods mayo (Hellman's east of the Rockies) and white bread, no not the white wheat bread, I mean White, squashy, bad for you Wonder Bread (the old kind, but not moldy old just politically incorrect non wheat or seed or flax bread). And please KEEP THE CRUST ON.

How many of you cooked their first turkey with the neck and gizzards still inside? What was your best Thanksgiving (ours was when the 3 business men from China came to observe their first Thanksgiving dinner) they were Communist (one very high up in the party) and we taught them to play the card game Pit (they made great capitalist). They heard their first prayer and tasted their first pumpkin pie.

I like to think that when they read about Thanksgiving, they remember us.

Blessings to you all on the day of Thanks (funny that we need an official day of thanks).
Oh, just a little pat on the back, I earned my ATM Bronze award in Toastmasters. Only took 22 years but it was worth it.

Love to all, thanks for listening.

Wow, someone asked me what was happening with my blog! So exciting that people actually ready it (of course I know you do AK, you are blogger extrodinaire).

Here is what is tumbling out my mind today. Yesterday my church had a women's conference called What Not To Wear. Very fun, very enjoyable. However, I couldn't help sharing with some of my friends there that I didn't really want to listen to the speaker even though she is fantastic.

My fear was that I would realize that chosing your clothes to put on each day on the basis of whether or not they need ironing, and carrying purses based not on whether the size of the purse was right for your body build but on if it had been given to you free from your business, I would pull out the plastic (out of the fake leather purse that is also plastic) and go on a shopping spree.

Up to now the way that I have shopped is to find a friend who spends lots of money on her clothes, is the same size as me, and talk her into losing weight. It really has worked (I have lovely winter coats from friends who are now size 6).

Of course I myself am forced into staying my size but such is the price for lovely clothes, hang on, I need to check out the left over Halloween candy! lol.

The think that took my breath away today was while I was walking Mr. Tibbs and thinking about this blog, I came across a beautiful tree whose leafs have changed. Now that tree had no problem know what to wear. Dressed by our Maker, it was beautiful and a reminder to me that the beauty inside is always more important then the clothes, however, maybe someday I will give up the Mary Kay logo purses and check out a Coach bag. Naaaaaa, I'll never do that.

Comments? Ideas? If you went to the conference, please post comments about what you thought. Kristin Z, you may never look at my blog but sister, you did a wonderful job on the conference and I see jewels in your crown one day!

Love and kisses from our house to yours!

What is that smell?

I love to cook, however, I wonder if there is someone out there who might consider teaching advanced cooking and psychoanalyse sessions to help me get through arcana of my brain. (you can look that nice word "arcana" up in the on line Webster. That was our word of the day today).

The smell would be my split peas that I put on and forgot about because I wanted to send out an email before I did the dishes and went to the bible bookstore with my friend.

The other night I put a pan on to fry and started to make phone calls. I didn't even notice the kitchen was filling up with smoke (neither did Mr. Tibbs or my smoke detector, I think it is time for new batteries).

Once my mother put pigs feet on to boil and they burned, you have never smelled anything like it.

Have you ever wondered why it says on the directions of frozen dinners "remove from box"? That would be due to my father who put a tv dinner in the hot oven box and all not once but twice. This was pre-microwave for my younger blog readers.

Well, the peas are uh' boilin', need to go do the email I came up to do 1/2 hour ago.

Hope your day is great and filled with the joy that only comes from our Lord Jesus Christ.

PS: AK - now you got me thinking about Shawn's eyes, they may be Carolina Blue but I don't think I better say that in front of the Duke crowd!

Who is DH

Hi, for those of you who have asked via the blog or email who DH is, it is dear husband (yes, my blue eyed Shawn Walsh).

It is an abbreviation I got from the www.flylady.net website, but I think it is used by other people also.

Speaking of DH, he has an odd rash on his arms and back which he got the night of the ride. I thought it was the measles or something but no itching. Odd isn't it? However, that is par for the course in this house. (oddness that is)

Last night Mr. Tibbs (our border collie) seemed to be having a bout of the blues and decided that he was going to whimper and ask for petting at 12:00 in the morning. What is the scoop with the males in my house and the midnight hour? Shawn comes home from bike rides at midnight, my dog decides he is in need of petting or an antidepressent. Someone please call the dog whisper or something!

Anyway, need to remember to send a thank you note and letter of appreciation to the proper people at the police dept. tomorrow.

Thank you to all who checked out my blog, thanks for the laughter, I do hope you enjoy it. I will try and practice my humours writing for you!

Always take a cell phone

Good morning my dear friends!
Wow, wild night here at the Walsh's home.
DH went for a bike ride (forgot cell phone) at about 7:30 pm and said "I will be home in an hour and we will have dinner together". Ok
8:30 pm, no DH
9:30 pm, no DH
10:30 pm, no DH I call the non emergency police to see if anyone ever patrols the Tobacco Trail at night.
Police come to our house,
My friend and I are driving the main streets; police and sheriff are now involved (very nice, in San Fran you have to wait 24 hrs for a report of missing person).

11:45 pm police call me and tell me to go home now since it is getting too late for my friend and I to be driving at night (it is really dark down the farm rds of Wake County).
MIDNIGHT - CALL FROM DH THAT HE IS HOME NOW AND WHERE AM I?

He had no idea police are looking for him or that I am frantic. He had no idea what time it was, his tire blew and had no way home so he started to carry bike 12 miles and then decided to wait to see if someone would come by and help. Another biker finally came by with an inner tube and co2 can (he did not have a cell either).
12:15am police come by to be sure he is ok and that I had not made up the story just to get rid of my DH (or so I think that is the reason)

3 cheers for the Cary Town police, this is the third time they have come to our rescue. I think we are going to soon be on the DO NO CALL LIST for them.

Carolina Blue is not a color I knew

Recently someone was asking for something and they said "the one that is Carolina Blue". For those of you who have lived in NC for any amount of time, you would have known exactly what they meant. For my CA friends, you are saying as I did "Carolina Blue is not a crayola color".

Well, don't tell anyone out here that. Carolina Blue is the color for UNC (University of Chapel Hill North Carolina). The Carolina Tar Heels.

College sports is big out here. I learned that the first day we came to visit over 5 years ago. We were told to pick a college team and stay with it. Since Shawn and I know nothing of sports in general, just that the Giants and 49ers are our teams (sorry to those from Neighborhood church, we were San Franciscans by birth and only lived in the East Bay for a short time). Picking a college team was very difficult.

There are other team colors that although not found in the Crayola box, they're are just as important. For instance: Red is the color of NC State Wolfpacks (that's in Raleigh) and that would be the team I tend to root for. (no reason than my friend teaches there and my adopted niece Christina attends there).

Then we have the dark blue of the Blue Devils at Duke University (if that blue has a special name, please someone who knows tell us the correct name in comments.)

And I am sure there are more. The fact that I asked Coach Kay Yow if she was a "gym teacher" at State (she is the women's basketball coach at State and Reynold's Coliseum was renamed to Kay Yow Court at Reynolds Coliseum in her honor) should tell you she is much more than a gym teacher. Those around me just stood in horror as I said this fau pau. She of course being the ever wonderful woman that she is simple said "she coaches".

Oddly enough, I have not been tarred or feathered or run out on a rail. I am still alive and well and enjoying all the many new things I am learning and seeing.

Thanks for allowing me to ramble and be me. And for those who wanted to know, no you don't have a choice, I will always be me.

Hooray to my friend AK who swam a mile!! Today is remember a friend day. I am remembering all of you but especially a woman named Marie. I don't know where she is anymore but she truly blessed me. Thank you and God Bless you Marie!