Up Up and Away...

Lizzardbits is officially, at this very moment, up in an airplane, skidding over fluffy clouds, admiring the land and water from her skyrise view in the sky.

(Hello, Hillbilly Duhn, guest blogging here!!)

I can't tell you how excited that I am, to finally have my best friend back in the States again. Sure, sure, it will still be awhile before I get to actually lay eyes on her, or hug her silly. But, just knowing that she's back with her kids and family again, warms my heart.

So, here's to Lizzardbits, M and Alex, wishing them a safe journey and all the warm and fuzzies that go with floating hearts and the excitement of a family being reunited. I wish them all the luck in the world and even shed a few tears of happiness for them. I love them all. (my extended family that I adopted way back in the day!!)

I LOVE YOU K. Have a safe and wonderful homecomming!!

tagged and stuff....

1. What is your funniest childhood story?
Must have been the time when I was about 8 or 9 and I was out playing on a low roof of a stairway to a basement house. I was using as a slide even thought the shingles were rough. Well they sand-papered my behind and I ended up with abrasions to my bum and back of my legs and sitting was horrid for the next day or so. That isn't the worst though--the cute guy in my class, Ronnie E, and my cute neighbor boy, Brian J, saw me walking back home rather stiff legged with my jogging pants shredded in the back and my orange clock underwear hanging out. Embarrassing enough, but I was wearing the last pair of clean undies in my drawer and I absolutely loathed my blue, pink and orange underwear with a clock print on them. I never wanted to go to school again, lol!


2. What would your dream dress look like if you could design it?
This is the base of my dress that I will wear for our American wedding/blessing ceremony/vow renewal. I am going to have a shawl or something over my arms.

My friend, T., borrowed it for her wedding 2 years ago and she looked lovely in it.

3. What weird habit does your other half have? Bruxism--he grinds his teeth in his sleep.

4. How many cookbooks are in your kitchen? 3, one Marks & Spencers British foods and 2 Gordon Ramsey cook books


5. Granny panties or loyal Victoria Secret girl? sexy drawers in my drawers no longer exist--heck I only have 4 pair of underpants (I am always doing laundry)


6. My favorite memory from 2008 so far is? Duh, birth of Alex


7. I secretly... check the toilet paper. every. time. Gross I know, but I have done it ever since I was 10 and my 12 year old friend told me what a period was, as she was having hers and I was horrified. I had thought a period was the punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. So I started obsessively checking. A 22 year old habit is hard to break.


8. I could really go for... Pumpkin pie with cool whip


9. We are going to have a big snowstorm and you will find me... In the states-finding a safe place to mess around driving in the snow. I used to spin cookies with my 1964 Ford in the snow--I loved it!

Here in the UK-bwahahaha! A mere dusting of snow and everyone panics and car pileups are common. Think of Florida getting snow then replace the bright warm sunny weather with dark dreary grey misty rainy weather.

10. I knew s/he was the one...
I have 2 life-partners:

My Beloved Husband--Almost right away when he talked about loving to hug and cuddle and I announced on the other side of my monitor "Awww He's a cuddler, aww, I could love him." 10 days later I wrote "I love you!" and that I love you changed our lives. No regrets, *Sigh* He makes me happy and all warm and fuzzy. We are mushballs!

My best friend--Ha honestly, ready for this K? I knew that we'd be friends back in high school because she was a "smoker", I knew her family had very little money like mine, and she was cool enough to be dating the guy that I had a crush on. Birds of a feather flock together, right? Added bonus that she was artistic and we shared having the hots for our Art teacher. We weren't super close friends in high school, it was after, like June 2nd, that I knew that we'd be forever friends and then the night she and her 1st hubby left for Cali and stopped to see me and my roomie before they left. I gave them all my money and my blessings as they started their new life together. When she came back from Cali and her hubby was stationed overseas was when even though we were far apart, we were and are inseparable.

Now to tag 3 more people. I choose...

I hate choosing so if you read this and feel like you want to do it, leave a comment and a link back to your blog. Thanks!

Bwahahaha!

And as I read my guest blog post, I was sitting topless, nursing my baby, on my couch and laughing that *I* was half nude!!!


Thank you ever so much Hillbilly Duhn!

*raises coffee cup for a ~*~clink~*~* Here's to another 15 years, and another 15 years and another 15 years and another 15 years.....

Five things I miss about America

At Noble Savage, she wrote a post that sings to this American expat's heart. It also smacks of a top 5 list a la High Fidelity

Here is her list that she did expand on, but you will need to go to her blog to read expansions:
1.My family and friends
2. Wide open spaces
3. Autumn
4. Good, affordable food
5. That wondrous, zany American outlook on life

Mine actually follows closely:

1. I miss Miss MISS my family and friends. Although I call my mom just about every weekday, and my Hillbilly Duhn several times a week, hugging phones is NOTHING like hugging the real live human being on the other end of the line. I crave the day we all are reunited.

2. Driving. I love driving long distances and driving at night. I have been driving since I was 12 mminus the year between moving from the acreage and drivers Ed and the 2 years I have been in the UK making it 17 years in total I have been driving and loving it. I am such a car buff and as much as I am trying to be eco-friendly, I just can not stop loving cars, driving and driving long straight wide roads. Motor oil runs in these veins.

3. American food. I like an indian take away now and again, fish and chips and the tradional English sunday roast, but gosh darn it I want me a valasic dill pickle without any sugar, a corn dog, a miller genuine draft, a root beer float that doesn't cost $3 a can to make, as well as flavored coffees that you don't have to go to a specialty tea shop to buy, and tex mex foods. I would love an apple and a pumpkin pie, and a bone-in wood smoked ham. (I am hungry now, lol)

4. Halloween. Halloween is my fah-vorite holiday evah! I look forwards to Halloween like a little kid looks forwards to his birthday. Where I am at Halloween is barely celebrated and is more of a time where people hide away from trouble youth "yobs and hoodies", lock their doors, turn off their lights and pretend to not be home. Well crap, no wonder the youth are pissy, the candy that they sell to give out sucks. "Here have a packet of pink and white marshmallows!" bleeeh. So as another Halloween passed by like a much anticipated birthday that no one could be bothered to remember--I yearn for a fun filled Halloween with all the kids next year back in the USA.

5. Hearing my own Accent. Something about being able to not translate things in my head from British to American and back again is so nice. A trunk is a trunk, not a boot. Chips are chips, not fries, and toe-may-toe not toe-maah-oh for tomato.

I am going to be cheeky and put a sixth because it is actually a tie between number 5 and this one.
6. Affordable clothing that fits Plus size. I needn't say more than that.

ok, several months later.....

Yes yes, bad me, f.o.r.e.v.e.r. taking my time to post, especially about my diaper stash (which by now has grown to enormous proportions with the addition of 18 small All-in-ones,[think cloth version of disposable diapers] 18 large a-i-o, 5 medium super soft a-i-o, and 6 blue super soft fitted diapers WHEW!!)

Alex is now 20 weeks old and rolling quite well. He wants to sit by himself and is almost there, but isn't quite balanced yet. He does enjoy standing, with our help, on our laps so he can jump and bounce whilst making happy squeeking and squeeling noises.

He is teething like mad right now, as it is a right drool fest over here. So we have invested in an amber teething necklace. It is supposed to work by the natural oils from the amber absorbed through the skin. The oils are supposed to act as an pain reliever. So far we have noticed a reduction in drool, we will see how it works for general owie crankiness.

Alex is, as of May 7th, an official American Citizen born on foriegn soil. We went to the US Embassy in London and he got an American Embassy birth certificate, and we applied for his passport (which came last Tuesday) and his Social security number. He is sadly, no longer British, as dual citizenship is nie on impossible and impractical for us. But in my mind, and I am sure M's mind, Alex is both.

We are one step closer to moving back to the States, with having Alex's passport. Next is getting M's visa. It has nearly been a year since I was home, and I am physically aching to be home, to see my friends and family and to reunite my children. Oh.my.goodness! I day dream all the time about being with my sweet, wonderful children again. I want to breathe them in and hold them tight. I want to do fun things with them, like playing at the park, or swimming, or just simply being in the same room as them.

There is a slight possibility (knock on wood) that we might have a 3 1/2 bedroom house to move into by the time we are ready to move. It is right next door to some good friends of mine and their kids. My kids adore their kids, in fact, Zach's "girlfriend" for the last 6 years or so is their oldest daughter Ali, and Lily's "boyfriend" is their son Axil. I wonder...does that make Aura, who is 6, Alex's "girlfriend"?! Yeesh! Anyway the town is small, everyone knows everyone, and kids are free to be kids and ride their bikes to the park, or even across town (there are only about 5 whole blocks in the town). The school is great, and the bus driver looks out for the kids really well. It sounds ideal as far as kids go, and my friend says that the hospital nursing home that she is working at is always looking for help, pay is good and benifits are excellent. We could carpool especially with gas prices set to sky rocket even more than what they are now ($4 per gallon in Iowa and Minnesota and about $10 per gallon here in the UK) we will find out more the 23rd of June when we talk to the seller after he returns from a fishing trip. Until then, we will keep our fingers crossed.

2007 +: A Year and a Bit in Review

2007 is nearly gone so I thought that I'd join in the fun of reviewing my year, plus a little bit more.

I will actually start Dec of 2006 because that was the start of one of the hugest changes in my life, second only to becoming a mother. I moved from the USA to Birmingham England to get married to the love of my life. After a bazillion months of waiting for M to be able to move to the States, and for us to get married legally according to the 187465108435081760435618645 laws on immigration to the USA, we found out that it would be quicker and a bit "easier" for me to move to the UK and get married here. We planned on later on, after everything was settled and L had finished her Kindergarten year at her private Christian school (She was doing supremely well and thriving in her 4 student classroom) that we'd have her move here. So November 30th, I said farewell to all that I knew in the USA, and landed December 1st in the UK, my new temporary home. M and I scheduled our wedding day AS SOON AS LEGALLY POSSIBLE--December 29th, 2006. It was a very small quiet affair, that you may as well call it eloping. There were only six people total; M, his Mum and Dad, the Registrar (official) and her assistant, and myself. We went out to a posh chinese restaurant afterwards and then on to the new In-Law's for Chocolate cake, champagne, and presents. We didn't have a honeymoon anywhere. Just things plain and simple, basically keeping in mind that one of the reasons I came over was to save up enough money to move back to the States. I do have to admit that M and I started working on the newest generation right away :)

Fast forward to April 17th, because Jan, Feb, and March were dull drab and sad homesickness months. That day, M had the day off and we were going grocery shopping, and for purely practical purposes, I took a pregnancy test just to see if we needed to pick up monthly supplies for me----Uhhh The test came back PREGNANT!!! I was shocked and stunned because during the time that should have been conception time, both of us were ill, and I just didn't "feel" like it worked--boy was I WRONG!!! I came out of the bathroom, bawling and holding on to the test stick, and cried at M saying "We did it!!!" M didn't understand right away because he didn't see the stick, so he came over to me, saw what I had in my hand, took a look at it, and quite litterally his knees buckled and slid down the wall. Tee hee! WE DID IT!!!

May and June were a flurry of preparing for a 2 week trip back to the States to visit friends and family.

End of June, specifically my birthday, we left for Iowa, Missouri, and Minnesota, to see family and friends. We spent the first 2 weeks of July in the USA and M got to experience a real hometown 4th of July, parade, candy, fireworks, beer and all. I got to meet my eldest brother's TFG (The Fabulous Girlfriend) Diana and her son Hayden and her Angel daughter, Hannah was there too. M got to finally meet my both of my brothers and I think that they all got on supremely well (it is great when ALL of the in-laws get along, with the added bonus of liking each other) We then went on to Missouri to visit friends there--oy it was HOT HOT HOT there! We shot guns and played with bows and arrows. We laughed and talked and melted in the heat. We then popped back in with my folks for a day of rest and then went to see my Grandpa and Grandma Evans for a day at the Evan's family farm. We had a great visit as well as lots of joyriding on their 4-wheeler (I think that the 4-wheeler rides were one of the top highlights to Z, L and M's entire trip!) Our last stop was my friends in Minnesota, and M got to finally meet Tonya, Freddy and crew. We went swimming and Mark and I camped out in a tent in their backyard and Freddy entertained us with bon fires. M, the kids and I had such a great time that we didn't want to leave.

The rest of July and a good part of August was again drab and sad because of the homesickness and missing the kids. We found out that we had done things backwards about having L move with us, as she she should have come over initially with me, and that if we brought her over now, that it would be super expensive, and we might as well plan on making the UK our permanent place of residence. My folks enroled her back in her school and (hopefully, happily) are raising her for another school year for me.

End of August-September Z and L start school. Z is now an official middle-schooler. He started band, and through try-outs of insturments, Z and his band teacher picked out the clarinet. He is still involved in the Gifted and Talented program. So it was the start of a lot of new school things for Z, but still retaining the same familiarity of the same school system and school friends that Z has had for 6-7 years. (The longest that I got to enjoy that kind of same school stability was 10th through 12th grade) L got to go back to her school and same teacher that she had in Kindergarten for which she was THRILLED!! She loves loves loves her teacher and friends--in fact her best friend's name is Love!

Fast forwards to the end of October, my favorite holiday, Halloween! We had our first (and turns out only) birthing class. I dressed up as a horny pregnant lady--Ha! I did find the atmosphere here in the UK surrounding Halloween depressing as most people hide out in their homes with all of their lights turned out because kids will egg and TP homes and bully people into giving them candy or money on Halloween. It is flirting with danger of being robbed or beat up to go out at night on Halloween, unless you are a kid in a hoodie gang. ...nice... Complete opposite to the small town midwest USA halloweens that I am used to, and feels safe and happy. There are a few cases of malicious behaviors, but it isn't the norm, like it is here.

November bring a peculiar celebration here-Guy Fawkes Night--where between Halloween and the 5th of November (officially GF Night) people all over set off fireworks. It is a celebration of a failure! way way way way back, like in the 1600's, this dude named Guy tried to blow up Parliment with a bazillion kegs of black gun powder and his plot was foiled and he was hung, drawn, quartered, and his body parts were displayed all over England (If you have seen Braveheart, then you kind of understand the mode of death that Guy had) So they blow up fireworks in rememberance of a failed dead guy.

The rest of November went quickly, as we celebrated M's birthday, and watched my ever expanding belly grow and grow. We did have a hiccup healthwise. I came down with a sudden chest infection, that had me struggling to breathe, and the concern of a Pulmonary Embolism was brought up. I had a 2 night stay in the hellspital....er hospital..while they ran tests to see if I did have a PE. It was ruled out. It did however, make me more determined to have a homebirth with this baby like i had wanted to do all the way back when i was pregnant with L. There were a few good people at the hellspital, but I had far too many nurse Ratchets in there whilst being stuck in a room with 4 other people separated by only curtains, and having one old geezer yelling out in the middle of the night "Yes! I'll 'ave that bacon sandwich!" and another spitting in his emisis basin every other minute then dumping the contents out in the handwashing sink in the room--don't worry--no one ever washed their hands anyway-EVER! No wonder nosocomial infections (hospital bugs) can spread like wildfire! M and I were so happy to hear that a PE was ruled out and that we could go home, that he hugged the doc, much to her surprise.

December-busy busy fast fast fast with growing baby and shopping. Because baby WAS due the 23rd, we kept Christmas day pretty low key, especially since I had been in and out of false labor since the 19th. False labor is an insidious thing, I tells ya! M and I have been so anxious, happy, excited, depressed, worried, blah, sad, and generally annoyed these past few weeks it is just unreal. WE JUST WANT TO HURRY UP AND MEET THIS BABY!!!!! But we wait, and wait, and wait, and wait some more.

Yesterday, the 29th, was our first anniversary. We had a bit of a baby scare, because Baby wasn't very active in the morning, so we ended up with an non-stress test being done--basically a monitoring strip done. First anniversaries' gifts are paper---well M got to see that piece of paper and we both had peace of mind, because as soon as the monitors were strapped on, Baby got busy in there, and even gave us a case of the hiccups. So we came home and ate Chinese and looked at our wedding photos. Awww--What a year!

My wedding band has this inscribed in it "Le mo ghrasa mise agus Liomsa mo ghra" It is Gaelic and roughly translated "I am my Beloved's. My Beloved is mine." Throughout all the years happenings, M and my love has grown stronger and more precious. We are so happy and in love with each other, and we look forwards to many more years of love! I truely am my Beloved's and my Beloved is truely mine!!!

Happy New Year to you all, I wish you many blessings!



....and, no, the baby isn't here yet....

My Poor Neglected Blog

So, here I am, faithful reader to those on my blogroll, yet I never post on my own. Perhaps that I find everyone else's lives infinitely more interesting than my own, or perhaps that I am terribly s-l-o-w at typing and it takes me what seems like hours just to post a little snippet of my life...

Well things are going well with M, Baby and I. As of today I am 14 weeks 5days pregnant and the little one is very active. When we had the ultrasound done, s/he was very busy in there and it was hard to get a good still picture. On the 26th of June we heard the heart beat for the first time at another midwife appointment. M got a bit misty eyed--awww-bless him :) Since I am fat, I am not showing yet although M swears that I am. I can't wait until he is able to feel baby kicking and moving around.

We are celebrating my birthday this year in grand style---we are taking a trip back to the States, and we leave here at 2 am GMT (8pm Thursday June 28th Midwest USA time) Friday June 29th--Happy 31st birthday to me. We will be travelling until 12am GMT June 30th or 6pm Midwest USA time June 29th. I get an extra 6 hours to my birthday LOL. THEE best present will be seeing my children, family and friends!!! I am so excited! There to greet M and I at my folks will be Z and L, Mom and Dad, Pete, Scott, and Diana and her son Hayden! (I found Diana's blog through a link at Mothering Dot Commune, read her blog for quite a while, then out of shear cosmic goodness, she and my brother met , and I finally get to meet her :) *happy dance*)

We are then going to show M what the 4th of July is like (how ironic is that---showing the Brit what our Independence day from Britain is like) After that we are going to see my friends J and K for a few days down in the bee-you-tee-ful area known as the Lake of the Ozarks---we are all going hillbilly, I will be Sally Jane, and M will be Jethro.

After that we will be going to visit my wonderful grandparents, and then on to visit my friends T and F and play with some fire, play in the water with the kids, and laugh our hineys off! OOO and we are going to be there on Friday the 13th---spooky, LOL

Then sadly it will be time to make our way back to the airport and back to the UK. I like the UK, but I have to honestly say that I LOVE THE USA!!!!!

Well--off to be a bride's maid

In the morning I go off to be a bride's maid--again... that makes 3xs in my life before I am joined with my soulmate. My friend, K, is marrying my good guy friend, J, on Tuesday at 3 pm. I am excited to be there and see them get married to the "right" people as I was there at both of their former marriages.

Ahh, Love is in the air!

Soon, 'twill be time for M and I to be joined lawfully then in March joined spiritually.

Friends

While I was up seeing my son and doing some visiting with other friends, I ran into a good friend of mine that I hadn't heard from her since December. She lost my number and I thought that they had moved, but it turns out that they are right where I left them. I spent some time with her and her kids and her hubby catching up on how everyone has been and life in general. The kids are cute and grown bigger as kids are wont to do. Both she and the hubby look good. It was great to see them!

feeling a bit better

I had some talks with friends and with M and they all assure me that I am doing the right thing. I hope so, as I still feel abit yucky, but then every decent parent would right?

I talk to 2 sets of friends and they are in agreement that I am doing the right thing and that they will surely miss me, and that when we come back for a visit that we must see them. Which goes to say.

now I need to deal with all of my stuff. I have 2 storage spaces with household items and one of them must be moved from 1 1/2 hours away from here and consolidated into one. I am not looking forwards to ditching most of my things like my dad wants, however, they are paying for the storage, so their rules, their game.

that is news so far. talk to ya soon

~~Just to Let You Know~~

I am going to be away (again) from the internet for quite possibly until M joins me over in the USA. which from the looks of it, could be around Christmastime.

I have found what looks like some decent job (and plentiful) opportunities for M and me, as well as possible college/Uni's that I/we could attend, near some friends of ours down in the middle of Missouri. This is a huge step, so please wish us luck.

Remember that I loves ya all my 3 blog readers, and that I'll be seeing ya soon. I'll be sure to make an entry at your blogs as soon as I have internet again. Perhaps I will visit the local library. Good luck with your lives until then.

Love,
Lizz

P.S. There are lots of cool wild lizards in the area that we are relocating. ahhh Lizzard Heaven!

the bad news

my good friends MS and MW are breaking up. They have been together for 8 years and lived together for 7. He is through, he doesn't love her anymore and he told her that there is no fixing it. She is in a world of shock and pain, as they did everything together. Their dreams of graduating from college and moving to Florida and work at the Mouse House in Orlando are perhaps no more. for nearly 7 years they have been working towards this goal.

I am shock and stunned myself. I am friends with both and I feel torn. I hate that this is happening and I hate that my friends are hurting.

I wish that i had a magic wand and *POOF* make everything all better. But I can't, so I'll be the best of a friend to both that i can be.

Age ain't nuthin' but a number....

Most of us have heard this dandy little old addage, right? Dear friends, I am having a very difficult time with this year's age. As you may recall, in a few days it is my birthday, and I am looking forwards to it like one would look forward to having novocane-free dental work done whilst systematically having all of one's toenails ripped out AT the same time. Even the weather forecast for my area reflects my mood, stormy and overcast. I feel like I should be going to a funeral.

I had a mini-birthday anxiety thing 5 years ago when I knew I only had five years left of being in my twenties, and that I was one quarter of a century. (my younger brother went through the same thing, perhaps this is heriditary???) In a few days, my twenties will be dead, poof, gone, just fading memories.

Good grief! I AM NOT MATURE ENOUGH YET TO BE IN MY 30'S...My brain says that i am still 18...just with the added responsibilities of being a parent chucked in there.

I set great store into birthdays and I think that out of all the days of the year, that one day, the day that you transitioned from the womb to dry land, should be YOUR day, your day to have attention and you be selfish, screw the diet, and if you are of legal age to have a good screw. Birthday should be spelled BirthMEday, in my book. And it MUST be celebrated ON your birth date and not the nearest weekend for convienience. This year, huh uhhh, somebody else can have it. I'll stay 29, thank-you-verra-much.

I was supposed to go on a 6 hour drive to go see, and "mini-vacation" at their home, some really good friends of mine. It has been at tradition that I spend my birthday with them, unless I am working, or, um, out of the country and spending it with M. Can't happen this year due to several factors. We all are bummed about it. Our little Mini-party before the Fourth of July party and picnic and fireworks.

So this year, I predict that I will get a lovely bunch of flowers and a card from the folks, we will go clean their church like we always do on Thursdays, and go out to eat like we always do on Thursdays. It will be rainy and horrible out so my kids can't play outside, and they'll be rotten little buggers. I will grow porcupine needles out my back, Sabre-tooth fangs, and the disposition of a badger or wolverine--i haven't decided which one yet--don't touch me, don't hug me, don't look at me....and I will cry, and cry most of the day.

I *know* that I am still young yet, but my white hairs both on my head and ...yes, and the newly found white pubic hairs, say that I am not.

So after reading my long winded pity party: (thank you for making it this far)

Did you ever have an unhappy birthday?
Did NOT want to be wished a happy birthday?
A specific age that you didn't want to turn?
Birthday anxiety?
......or am I a complete nutter and just need to be in a padded room?

Memorial day weekend is for lovers

40 years ago this weekend, my parents met at a kegger of all things. Mom was 16, Dad older by 5 years at 21, but he didn't know that, she was a cute red-head to him. He decided to write to her, she wrote back, and love between a sailor and an Iowa red-head ensued. They were married October 25th 1968, and are still happily married. They are cute together, but as customs dictate, i make a great "eww, parents don't kiss in front of their kids" show and pretend to be throughly discusted. (Shhh, don't tell them that, they like to "discust" me) Although there are times that they through me for a loop. Dad does that especially, like whoo hoo-ing the idea of toys, he and mom, and the backseat of their Volvo. Umm...yeah...Mom and Dad are uber-straightlaced Christian folk that live it as well as preach it. Dad once in a while "lets his hair down" but i digress.

I read over at one of my favorite blogs about Estelle's good friends' commitment ceremony. At the end of her post "so, they did it" she writes this and holy Niagra Falls Batman, this had me bawling---sheesh! STILL does!
"To Mrs(s) Amy and Kendra Kellogg, may your relationship be filled with as many blessings as you bestow upon others. I wish you nothing but happiness, health, great sex, cute kids, and a long life together."
Heck, I don't know them, but I wish them that too! *sighs and wipes tears away*

And then one of my good friends calls me today and she has this to say....Last week she caught her boyfriend setting a fire in their backyard grass. He had poured a circle of gasoline on the ground and lit it. He is one of those people that constantly are playing with camp fires and the burn pit in their back yard. She got after him and told him that was why they had the burn pit and that he could have just as well started a fire in that, rather than ruining the grass and almost starting himself on fire. Last night he pulled her in the back yard, and she smelled gas, but she knew that he was going to start a fire in the burnpit so they could sit by the fire. He lights the grass on fire with both of then in the circle of flames, gets down on his knee and asks "Will you be mine forever; will you be my wife?" He had planning it for this weekend as her eldest two and their shared one were all at the grandfolks' place for the weekend. What she say?..................

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After about 5 minutes standing there saying nothing, mouth agape, in total shock and awe, because he isn't the "marry-ing sort", and he almost in tears because he thought that she was trying to find a nice way to say no............................

.....SHE SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



.....now what would top this off weekend is if M and I get an email from our lawyers saying that we are approved by the USCIS and that my trip to see him in late July/early August will be to help him move rather than to visit............

Happy Memorial Day to all 2 of my blog readers :)

WORDY!!!!!

Chicory is an excellent wordsmith, and I love reading her entries. Her "what were we thinking" series is fun to see the progress of her and her wife's remodling of their house and kitchen. I mostly lurk and occationally post.

Today as I was lurking along, she had a post called "Spreading more smooshy blog love". The entire entry is great. What got me thinking today is actually not the giving props part, but actually her train of thought with the word blog and how it reminds her of the word bog and bog reminds her of Florida.

I am the same way, that there are words or even names that sound like something else, and plants a picture in my mind. Also there are words that I like saying and tasting their vowels and consonants, digraphs and diphthongs (did you know that a diphthong is a digraph, but not necessarily is a digraph always a diphthong. The word "diphthong" contains 3 digraphs, but no diphthongs, but i digress!)

See, there I go on word tangents.... The objective of this post was to tell all 2 of my readers my twisted take on the wordy English language.

Bioluminescence--this one is tied for my favorite word. This one doesn't remind me of other words, but rather it conjures a beautiful image in my mind. Fireflies flickering their green glow over a flower garden on a warm late spring/early summer's eve, just in that calm moment right after it turns dark. Green glittering stars brought from the heavens to sparkle on the fresh green grass, and the air is fresh and sweet.
Plethora--this is the other that is tied for first, and nicely enough, and be used very well in conjunction with bioluminescence. The plethora of bioluminescence found on my lawn reminded me of starry skies." Plethora os fun to say, but just as long as one does not have any fluid in one's mouth at that time, otherwise, one may spray a plethora of droplets on their listener!
Moist--This one is actually my bestfriend's favorite, because saying it is funny and conjures thoughts of what great foreplay should do to adults neither regions. So now saying that a cake is moist doesn't necessarily bring forth images of a chocolate baked confection that it's empty calories will go straight to my adipose tissue, rather taking chocolate syrup and pouring it on my lover's body and creating a yummy 'other' moist confection ;)
"Z"Zee-- (not Zed) my favorite letter, as I love the way my teeth and tongue buzz when I say it. My son's name starts with Z, and for a while I contemplated having my daughter's name to start with Z. It is fun to say, but it is underused in the proper English language, in my opinion, but is tacky when used in place of an "s" i.e. hugz. "S" is overused, and makes us sound like we are hissing all the time.
Quirky--because I am. Then it reminds me of quarks, those quirky quarks! But I am NO particle physicist; it boggles the mind!
Torsion--This is in regards to snails, and how torsion is part of their developmental stage going from larva to adult. Basically it is showing that Mother Nature has a sense of humor. The snails adult body is situated so that it poops on it's head!
"L"--My other favorite letter, and my daughter's first and middle name contains a total of 5 L's. My nickname happily contains my L and my Z. "Zee Elle makes me say Oo la la!" ok that was cheesy! LOL!
Giggle --makes me want to, and I giggle and laugh quite a bit. Giggle reminds me of jiggle, and when I giggle too much, i truely jiggle!
Alright--lovingly overly accented when talking to my English fiance'. He never accents it as thickly as I do, unless he is copying me :) I say it like this, "ohh-roy-t"...he graciously lets me murder the British accent. I just love the way old words taste brand new with a different accent.
Garage-- Old word made new to me through my Love's accent. My american midwest accent has me pronouncing it "Guh-rahhj" His is more like "Gair-haj" almost like it rhymes with 'carriage'
Bloke--Means a guy, a man, a dude. Bloke rhymes with poke. Poke a bloke? like sticking your finger in the Pilsbury Doughboy's navel?!? Then if you say poke a bloke fast enough it turns into "polka bloke" And my imagination goes to the tuba player, wearing traditional Germanic garb, at an Oktoberfest, then pans out to show heavily ladened tables, surrounded by rosy cheeked people, clinking their beer steins and singing "Roll out the Barrel" Since I was a tuba player, the melody, and the bass part that i used to play is now stuck in my head, and just because of some bloke!

Names also have the same effect--but that is for another wordy post!

crazy weather

my best friend and her fiance' were supposed to visit me today. They live in the middle of Missouri and his family are up in the northwest part if Iowa. They went to visit there first and then on their way back they were supposed to visit me. Saturday, we had gorgeous weather! Yesterday was thunderstorms and cold rain for here, but Tornados in Missouri (and Illinois from what i heard) and snowstorms and blizzards in northern Iowa.

The tornado in Missouri was right in the town that she is from and as her parents were going into town and the sirens were going off. People were rushing them into buildings for safety. They all live out of town, an mobile and manufactured homes. Her parents were worried that when they came home that there would be no home. It was there and safe, but it was close to disaster as a tree fell near it, crushing a car that her dad was going to sell for spare parts. Now it is truely junk. At least it was the car and not the house! They went further along their lane down to K and J's house and everything was safe and so was the dog and her pups. Whew!

So, K and J are stuck up north with a sick toddler and a mouthy 9 year old, and all they want to do is just go home. They woke up this morning to a snow drift that tried to cover their little Ford Escort up.

I told her that there is no snow here and that after she gets half way through Iowa that they should run out of the snowy conditions. I hope that they have a safe trip when they leave. she also knows that she can call me and that i will came and save them if they get stuck in a ditch.

crossing my fingers!