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                                                         I want to marry you.  OK, so maybe I don’t really want to marry her because as my dear friend, Janie, says, I’m “not turned that way” but with the good Lord’s blessing, I would gladly marry her chicken pot pie! My dear friend, Paula, has come under serious attack this week.  An attack of the force which is usually reserved for Osama bin

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  I know I said in my last post that I didn’t have anything to talk about but when I put my thinker to work, I actually found that I had quite a few topics about which we should discuss here in these pages but first things first: Despite the doubts of close friends and family, I AM a reasonable woman of sound mind, with buckets full of patience and an undeniable pure heart.  All that being said,

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  I’ve been yearning to write again.  I can’t seem to find the time to sit down and put words to pape…uh……screen.   For almost two weeks, I’ve been knocked completely off my feet with the cold from H-E-double hockey sticks.  So now I have the time.  In fact, I’m bored out of my skull from watching endless television, pinning…(What?  You haven’t heard about pinning?  More about that later…) and

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                           or CHEAP AND EASY LIKE SUNDAY MORNING   I confess:  I’m cheap.  We could sugar coat it a bit and say that I’m frugal but the truth is that I’m just plain cheap.  The facts clearly reveal the truth. I only shop from the clearance rack.  I haven’t been ahead of the trend for over 20 years….if ever. I decide what we “want” to eat for the week from the local grocer’s

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OK, So I really didn’t think it would be this long before I made it back to this place.  All I have to say for myself if that I did cross over to the dark side and let it suffice to say that my life has been forever changed.  I used to scoff, sneer and roll my eyes at all those iphone people and their love for an electronic device.  Ya’ll know that I cherished my “crackberry” but they were

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  If you’ve visited these pages once or twice before, no doubt you’ve heard me mention my beloved “crackberry”.  My love affair with my “crackberry” aka blackberry began years ago.  Oh sure, I’ve upgraded over the years to newer, more flashy models but a loyal blackberry fan, I have been.  This fancy little device brings me my email instantly allowing me to tend to business and pleasure from

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The bad news:  I haven't been tracking my food intake for the last few days. The good news:  I lost a pound.  The bad news:  I have diverticulitis. The good news:  I don't have colon cancer. The bad news:  I am on a liquid diet for the next few days. The good news:  I will probably lose more weight. My question:  Does anyone know how many Weight Watchers plus points are in the barium prep you

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  My Harley Stud and I celebrated my ten pound weight loss this morning with a scrumptious buttermilk blueberry pancake (or is that blueberry buttermilk pancake?) breakfast complete with sugar-free syrup, sausage (lite) and fresh melon with coffee.  It was… TO.DIE.FOR. and I mean that literally.  Let’s forget the irony of the somewhat destructive choice of celebrating weight-loss with food

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If you’ve been here awhile, you know that I’m not really very political.  I try to avoid the news because it is mostly bad and being informed is highly over-rated in my opinion.  For example, we have a breaking story in Palm Beach County that is heart-breaking.  It is a case of child abuse and insanity beyond belief.  The father/child abuser should be released from the hospital tomorrow and will

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I did it.  Over the last 10 year years, I’ve talked and talked about losing weight and getting into shape again.  What can I say?  I’m a slow starter.  To be fair, I’ve done more than talk.  I’ve made several attempts.  I joined a gym and went faithfully for two years.  I gave up the gym and continued to work out with my Wii.  I walked miles and miles and miles.  I’ve Zoned and South Beached

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  I know we are over the whole broken-promise issue of my posting every day but still I never thought it would be 10 days before I uttered words onto these pages again.  It’s been quite a week.  Work is crazy as usual but thanks to the addition of our new Electronic Health Record system, crazy takes on new meaning.  Clinic days have gone from 9-10hr days to an mind-crushing 12-13hr days.  And I

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I know that I promised Words of Wisdom every day here in these pages so that YOU could benefit from my mistakes learning and failures experience.  But the beauty of being fifty is that it comes with the gift of discernment.   Fifty means you have the ability to know which promises to keep and which ones to well……..pretend to forget that you made.  There, I said it.  Consider yourself blown-off.

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I just wrote a whole post on how I still haven’t taken down my Christmas decorations.  It was so stinking boring, I couldn’t even finish.   Today’s “Words of Wisdom” are: Don’t be afraid to hit the delete button.  Sometimes it’s the best thing you can do.  Since I don’t seem to have the presence of mind to write anything of interest today, here’s a fun little video.  Daughter #1 was part of a

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I love this show.  They keep it real.  And in the end…….there’s always love. A friend recently asked me for parenting advice.  Ahhh, parenting.  The joy.  The heartbreak.  The wonder of it all. I became a mother at the ripe old age of 24.  Relatively young by today’s standards.  I can remember taking Daughter #1 in a stroller to the mall to get the second hole pierced in my ears.  Don’t judge,

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  I love Christmas.  It is my most favorite time of the year.  But after all of the hustle and bustle, when the gifts have all been unwrapped, the goodies have all been eaten, the toasts have been made and the dishes are done, it gets really quiet in SMBland.  I have to tell you.  I’m whipped.  I was so happy to have absolutely nothing to do today.  Oh sure, I have plenty to do but I ignored

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Twenty-six years ago  MHS and I were given a beautiful gift from God.  Today she is a grown woman in whom we are well pleased.  She is lovely but oh so much more.  What you can’t see behind that pretty face is a heart of gold, a brilliant mind and a funny bone that won’t quit even when we ask her to.  Happy birthday, Sweetheart.   We love you so much! Cherish every moment.  Time flies so fast.

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I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions.  I have commitment issues.  Making a promise to follow through on almost anything strikes real fear into the heart of this Smart Mouth(ed) Broad.  I’ve been married for 30 years.  What more do you want?   I like to win.  And making a resolution always ends with a failure, at least in my experience, more often than not within three thirty days. 2010

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I can’t help myself.  I have a girl crush on every single one of these ladies.  I’ve never recorded a talk show on my DVR (formerly known as Tivo) before now.  Oh sure, I recorded an Oprah here or there if there was some “can’t miss” topic or guest.  I loved Regis and Kathie Lee and then Regis and Kelly even more but I have never recorded the program. The talk is touted as a “Mom” show.  While

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  Christmas has come and gone.  I can’t believe it.  Wasn’t it just October yesterday?  Is this a symptom of being 49+1?  Time flies when your knees pop and crack?  As for the SMB household, we had a wonderful Christmas filled with love and laughter.  Daddy and Daisy left this morning.  I’m always sad to see them go.  The house is quiet tonight as My Harley Stud and I sit enjoying the fire, our

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………and as it turns out, I  AM the Queen of EVERYTHING.  The problem is that not everyone acknowledges that fact. (Another problem I will have to address in the New Year)  Nevertheless if I were properly recognized as Her Royal Highness, a few things would be different around here at Christmas time:   1.  “I have to finish my Christmas shopping.”  would be considered a legitimate excuse for a

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                                                          …….PEOPLE KEEP REMINDING ME My good friend, Janie, aka Midlife Slices, says that I’ve been mentioning my age a lot.  As previously stated, I’m having a bit of a hard time with this particular birthday.  Maybe it’s because I’ve always been the youngest of my friends for the most part.  In school, I hung out with older kids a lot.  I’m

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  We’ve discussed the importance of spending quality time with our loved ones and not getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of the season.  Well forget that crap!  There’s only 5 more shopping days ‘til Christmas.  Now get out there and boost the economy! If you need me, I’ll be at the mall.   Love and Kisses, SMB

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  Here’s a great shopping tip for your Holiday Mega Savings.  And who doesn’t like to save? Before all the hustle and bustle, the guzzling of peppermint mochas and trips to the ATM, it is WISE to sit for a minute and make a plan.  I’m the absolute WORST when it comes to making a plan.  Really.  I’m a total fly by the seat of your pants kind of girl.  So if I can do this, anyone can.  Think

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I  was cleaning the kitchen this morning when I received a text message from a good friend who lives about an hour South of me.  She said that she had a doctor appointment in my neck of the woods and asked if I wanted to meet for breakfast when she finished at approximately 9.  It was 8:30.  I was still in my jams, neither hair nor teeth were brushed and no make-up.  I had a long list of to-dos

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Dear Young Chickie that Works under my Supervision and has no Idea that a Woman who just turned 50 is a little on edge and this one in particular owns a GUN: Next time you decide to attempt to lavish me with compliments; dig a little deeper.  Use your imagination for pity sake.  Respectfully, Your loving and gracious office manager. Now get the hell out of my office before I ………. I ………well,

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  (Fifty+3 days) There is a disturbing trend that has reared its ugly head in the last few decades or so.  I’m no parenting expert nor do I hold a psychology degree but with almost twenty six years of parenting experience, I do have something to say on the topic.  It is merely my opinion but I think we can all agree:  ……I’m right. Some parents believe it’s acceptable and even wise to teach

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(F+2) I worked 12 1/2 hours today so we’re going to keep this short and sweet.  Today’s life lesson is: Never skip your dentist appointment, your mammogram or your pedicure.  Great teeth, healthy boobs and pretty feet should be priority in life.  Make it happen. Love and Kisses, SMB

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F+1  Tip:  Always carry a mirror.  And use it. I was thirteen when my grandfather died and my grandmother came to live with us.  After sharing several meals with my dear grandma, it became quite apparent that she had no feeling in her chin.  The woman always had food on her face.  As a young Smart Mouth Broad, I had plenty of comments on the subject.  All of said comments were kept to myself so

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The big day has finally arrived and as you read this, I’m probably still in bed with the covers pulled over my head, curled into a fetal position saying, “I don’t want to grow up!  I don’t want to grow up!”  But grow up, I must, or so they tell me.  For the sake of humanity and the smell of Peppermint Mocha, I will crawl out of bed.  I will put on my big girl panties and suck it up.  I will

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I can't seem to get my banner photograph to stretch across the entire page.   I've done this a thousand times but those same steps aren't working today,  Any suggestions?

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…….OR BITE ME – (You choose.) I’m about to “celebrate” a big birthday.  Yeah….THAT one.  And so far, I’m not dealing with the idea very well.  I’ve never been one to be bothered by the passing of another age milestone:  Thirty?  I was THRIVING.  Didn’t phase me. Forty?  Lordy, this is fun.  Bring it on. But FIFTY?  In the last few months, the decline in my physical, mental and emotional

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I’ve been absent from these pages for far too long.  The simple truth is that I didn’t feel that I had anything of any interest to say.  That’s about to change.  If there is anyone still out there, stay tuned.  If I don’t get hit by a bus between now and two weeks  ten days  awhile from now, you’re going to be seeing a lot more of me.  I miss you.  And besides that, I just got a new laptop and

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.....From Me and Mine Have a VERY HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY!  May it be filled with all the things that make you happy, content and feeling blessed. Love and Hugs, SMB

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My Harley Stud and I spent last Saturday morning with The Rocket Scientist and The Trophy Wife at the Navy Seal Museum in Ft. Pierce.  The museum hosts a Veteran’s Day weekend ceremony every year and we always try to make it when we can.  I am so proud to be American and so very grateful for those who risk and sometimes sacrifice their lives for our freedom.  It is my prayer that we might have

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……aka EllieMae Clampett goes to the Big City from the 102nd floor of the Empire State Building I received a call from my boss last month while out of town to provide moral support for Daddy while he had knee surgery.  She asked if I would like to tag along on her trip to New York City.  She was going for a conference but my coworker and I would have 3 1/2 days to play in the city.  Ummmm, let

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And Oh baby! I’m still not sure what my plans are where this blog is concerned but there are tiny wheels spinning in my tiny brain.  A small seed was planted.  We’ll see if it grows.  And that’s all I’m going to say about that. So what does all this have to do with Mr. Take Me, I’m Yours over there in the photo?  I thought I would just dip my toes into the blogging waters and see how it

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 That is the question.  What there is no question about is that I have been neglecting you.  I haven’t    been writing.  I haven’t been reading.  You may not miss me or even realize that I’ve been gone.  And some may even be relieved to see one less item in their reader’s to-do list.  Nevertheless, I’m experiencing that twinge of guilt you have when you realize that you haven’t spoken to an

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Ipod Classic with 160GB to hold all the music, tv programs, movies, podcasts and audiobooks your little heart desires - $249.00 Enjoying a pedicure by your favorite salon tech with eyes closed,   relaxing and listening to a great audiobook on above-mentioned ipod - $22.00 Dropping the beloved ipod into the tub of soapy foot water – DEVASTATING Realizing that I may have just experienced the

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One of my numerous SUPERPOWERS is my photographic memory.  You’ve heard of people with photographic memories, right?  There are individuals who live and breathe among us who have the ability to remember everything they see.  They can look at a page in a book and remember what it said……forever.   They can remember the license plate number on the get-away car.  Grocery list? No problem.  And if

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After all these years of searching for the perfect weight loss plan, I’ve finally found it.  Are ya’ll ready for this? Gilmore Girls, ice cream and coffee. Allow me to explain. Daughter #2 had a tonsillectomy last Thursday.  We were warned in advance and every day since when I call the doctor to question a new development that the healing process for an adult is much harder and takes much

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The problem with mid-life blogging is that after you’ve been doing it for a few years you forget what you’ve already written.  Or at least I forget.  So stop me if I’ve already told you this one….. Several years ago, I was hired by a local bank as a Notary Public.   The bank’s policy for non-payment of rental for the safe deposit boxes was to hire a locksmith to drill the boxes open and a

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For over a year now, I have been chained to the wall.  Specifically to an electrical outlet.  My old workhorse, Hilda, the laptop began telling me ages ago that her power source was failing.  In true SMB fashion, I comforted her with phrases only a mother can appreciate like, “Shake it off, keep moving, keep breathing.”  and “Put on your big girl panties, Hilda, and tough it out!”  Family

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If you’re a long-time reader here, you may remember my true love story that I wrote about how NoleBoy and Daughter #2 became an item.  The words “true love” were used with a bit of tongue in cheek but they are now approaching two years so maybe……..?   Could it be? I’ve told you about my music wars with NoleBoy, about playing SmartAss with him by text while he was in class and our fun at Parent’

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My head is spinning.  I have so many things to talk about. (Not the least of which is how ending a sentence with a preposition has become commonplace not only in everyday conversation but also used frequently by my favorite authors.  So I’m thinking…….if it’s good for the goose……well….you know.)  Now that we’ve established the fact that I’m no longer going to squirm in my seat at the

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Despite all evidence to the contrary, this blog has been on my mind a lot lately.  I’ve got so many things I want to discuss, rehash and ponder but sadly no time to write it all.  You know what’s going to happen, right?  By the time I find time to sit down and write,  it will be gone.  ……..nothing.  *sigh*  Maybe I should make notes.   That is if anyone is still out there……..ANYONE?  

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We had corn on the cob for supper on Saturday night.  Newsworthy?  I guess not but it was the preparation of the sweet corn that brought me back to the keyboard.  I was born and raised in Indiana.  And while the theme song for Indiana’s Department of Tourism is “There’s more than corn in Indiana”, I still can’t see an ear of corn and not think of home.  Sitting in a lawn chair with a

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“I say what I mean and I mean what I say.” So when I say cookie, it might mean a glass of wine.  Or it could mean ice cream.   I have been know to say cookie and mean an ice-cold Corona with lime.  A cookie could even mean shrimp scampi over linguini. COOKIE = anything that I consider a treat. The dogs know that when I say, “Do you want a cookie?”, they are really getting a dog biscuit or

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……You progress at least five feet.  Six for some people. Failure.  Utter and complete failure.  This is what I’ve experienced.  *sigh* I created this blog almost two years ago upon realizing that I am up midlife creek without a xanax.  Suddenly, I am no longer the kid in the room but instead am often referred to as the old lady.  (Seems some people have forgotten their Southern manners.)  Amid

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I’ve got SASS.  It’s a real condition that I made up.  YES.IT.IS!  Would I lie to you?  SASS is Short Attention Span Syndrome.  I have trouble focusing.  I struggle with staying on task.  I have difficulty remembering little things………and big things…….and medium size things. *sigh* I’ve even had trouble remembering that I have a blog post to write.  Could you tell?  No?  And here I thought I

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…..ain’t nobody happy.  And at my house, we like to add:  If Daddy ain’t happy…..ain’t nobody cares.  I kid, I kid ….sort of   *wink* Mama ain’t been happy lately.  Mama has been in a funk.  Mama is going to stop talking about herself in third person now. I’ve realized that you have to make your own happiness.  You have to be proactive.  I’ve taken a bit of a break from life (and blogging),

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PS.  I’m sure to find my voice soon.  Until then….talk amongst yourselves.  *wink*

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Just ask them. Well, this Royal looks happy.  This queen looks very happy. And they look………..well………….uh……….smug.  And that’s a special kind of happy. Now that I’m the self-appointed Queen of All Things, I can tell you that it IS good to be Queen.  I’m sure you all agree that I’m totally deserving after my brilliant first official royal act:   Ridding the world of that villain, February.  All

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February, true to form, has been rearing its ugly head and showing us just how incredibly stinky it can be.  Let it be said, here and now:  FEBRUARY SUCKS! I usually like to keep this blog full of rainbows and sunshine, puffy hearts and glitter, flowers and big smiley faces.  You get the idea.  I’m not a stranger to a good rant now and again but for the most part, I like to forget keeping it

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My eyes barely fluttered open.  I was in that state of not quite awakiness where you are aware that it is morning but you’re not quite ready to face it.  Slowly the realization that today is Valentine’s Day settles into my brain.  I snuggle a little closer to the warm body lying beside me.  I open my eyes a little more and smile.  He smiles back and has that look.  It’s February 14th and he has

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Dear Big Fat Jerk……..or quite possibly Little Skinny Jerk…….or even Big Skinny Jerk……now that I think about it you could be a Little Fat Jerk or maybe just Dear Average Unknown Jerk: Even though it was my first time to volunteer at the Soup Kitchen in probably 10 years, I will not let the fact that you sprayed some unknown substance all over my helpless little car and hocked up a disgusting wad

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Every year when February is finally over, I swear that the next time it rolls around that I will crawl into bed, cover my head and stay there until March 1st.  But I don’t.  As the rest of the year rolls on, the memory of February’s pain and general stinkiness wanes and when it does arrive the next year………I am taken by surprise and caught in its clutches again.  It just kinda sneaks up on me.

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For the last couple of weeks I’ve been on a mission to beg request donations of medical supplies from local physicians and medical facilities to be sent to Haiti via Hope for Haiti.  We have a family friend who is the program director of this organization and he is there living the disaster.  If you haven’t read my earlier post, you can do so by clicking here.  The Palm Beach County medical

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Tonight is one of those rare nights that I have the whole house to myself.  Daughter #1 is out on a date and My Harley Stud is on a playdate with one of his friends.  (He LOVES it when I say that) Sometimes it’s really good to have some alone time.  It gives you a chance to do some things you can’t or don’t do when the rest of the clan is around.  You can watch what you want on television.  You

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Hook: She told him stories. He taught her to fly. How? Wendy: You just think happy thoughts. They lift you into the air. Hook: Alas, I have no happy thoughts. Wendy: That brings you down! Hook: [Hook threatens to cut Wendy's throat with his hook] How else? Michael: Fairy dust! You need fairy dust! The Lost Boys: Michael! Hook: What of Pan? Would unhappy thoughts bring him down? Wendy:

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I cleaned out the freezer the other day.  I found some things that appeared to have been in there for 100 years.  Have you ever started a housekeeping project that suddenly finds you embarrassed at how badly you manage your household.  June Cleaver would have been appalled at the state of my freezer.  On the other hand, I would have made my mother, Lucy, very proud.   Lucy firmly believed that

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The following is an email from a young man who is the Program Director for Hope for Haiti.   He is the son of our friends and an extraordinary 23 year old with a huge heart.  We’ve all heard about the devastation on the news but reading this email this morning broke my heart.  It reached into my soul and squeezed it tight.  Daughter #1 and I spent the day with friends collecting, inventorying and

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As a born and bred Smart Mouth Broad, I try really hard to never be disrespectful or insensitive with the thoughts that I share here in these pages.  You see, when you are born with the gift curse of wiseassyness, there are a lot of things that run thru your mind that are better kept to yourself.  These slightly unacceptable thoughts are a constant source of secret giggles to me.  Alas, I

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I hate being tailgated not to be confused with the tailgating that goes on before the football game.  Unfortunately this happens to me quite often on my hour-long commute to and from work.  And it’s not because I’m not a courteous driver.  I am most of the time.  I move over whenever possible to get the heck out of the way.  I may or may not routinely drive ever so slightly over the speed

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So, if you’ve been reading here over the last week, you know that I got a little crazy with my favorite knife on Christmas day which resulted a thumb injury.  I would link it but I’m lazy and it’s only a few posts back.  If you’re interested you’ll find it.  I have since discovered what the ER doc was saying when he mentioned that “this may not take.”  The sutures didn’t do their job.  The

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Yes, it’s impossible hard to believe since I’m only 29 myself but 25 years ago I gave birth to a 7 lb 10oz bouncing, blonde haired, blue eyed princess.  She started her life a day late and a tax deduction short she has been late to every occasion since.  Nevertheless we love her so much and are very proud of the young woman she has become. She and her sister traveled up to the Gator Bowl in

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Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Thing 1 and Thing 2 aka Daughter #1 and Daughter #2:              HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!

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For those of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope that it was all you hoped for and more.  As for me, it was a great day……………………until……………………. Now that the girls are older, we got to sleep in a little on Christmas morning.  Once awakened it wasn’t long before the aroma of Santa’s White Christmas coffee and monkey bread filled the air.  The only thing missing was the chill.  It was hot.  I much

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***Note*** Our dear friend, Beth, has  post up today that will touch your very soul.  Please visit her and if you find it in your heart to send a card, please do.  I did.  And if you link the post on your blog....even better.  Let's make this precious child's dream come true.  We can make a difference.  ********* Here in SMBland we are readying ourselves for the big night as most of you who

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Although it’s been said many times, many ways……..   MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!   With Love and Hugs To You and Yours From Me and Mine   Love you guys!

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There’s a little game I like to play with myself.  I love to try new and interesting dishes at a restaurant and then go home and try to recreate them.  Sometimes I start by trying to recreate a dish but over time it continues to evolve into something completely different. Years ago I was with a group of friends in South Beach and we dined in a restaurant whose name I can’t remember but what I

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A friend of mine who had a birthday yesterday mentioned a gift certificate she received for her birthday.  This instantly brought to mind a disaster that I experienced when purchasing a gift certificate from this very same company.  I asked my friend if she received the online version of the gift certificate and if so, did she have any problems with the process.  She confirmed that she did

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I’ve got nothin’ today so go see Jane and wish her A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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I’m not talking about these bags…… Or these bags….. or even this bag………. (although I really like this one and it does deserve some discussion.)   Today is the 20th anniversary of my 29th birthday.  ACK! I awoke this morning once again to find my permanent luggage right there on my face.  It was my birthday wish that they disappear.  I was pretty certain that they were a 40th birthday

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Dear Center of my Universe, Even though you give me the same thing for my birthday every year and I love it, don’t get me wrong;  it would be nice if the package from the White House Historical Association wasn’t still on the counter when I get home from work.  After all, you could break with tradition and get me a gift card from Starbucks or a trip around the world.  One should never assume.

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It’s no secret that every time we go back to Indiana for a visit, both MHS and I can’t help but entertain the idea of moving back.  We generally go back in the fall before the wicked, evil below zero temps set in.  Cool crisp fall days.  Really, there’s nothing better.  Football should be enjoyed with a nip in the air.  Morning coffee just tastes better when your toes are cold.  Scarves.  Boots.

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It’s easy to get caught up in the joyfulness of the season. The lights, the cheer, the music, the gifts, the shopping, the Damned Warm Cider and let’s not forget the cookies. Never forget the cookies! But there are many who are suffering. There are those for whom the holidays only serve to bring to light all that is missing in their lives. The holiday season is heartbreaking for some. Let

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So I searched and I can’t find it but I could have sworn that I told you about the Damned Warm Cider last year. Have you ever had one of those moments when something catches you completely by surprise and suddenly you’re laughing hysterically and no one else has a clue what is going on? Last year on our return home from our annual trip to the Mouse House for the Very Merry Christmas Party

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Today was one of “those” days. And it was long. As a music lover, I often relate the highs and lows, ebb and flow of my life to lyrics in a song. This was the little ditty that came to mind on my drive home from work today: Thank goodness I work from home on Fridays. And now for a little Christmas cheer: Tonight we are offering the famous “Damned Warm Cider” and homemade shortbread

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While the rest of the world was beating a path to the mall and doing their part to boost the economy this weekend, we here in SMBland stayed home to deck the halls. Friday morning found MHS in the attic handing down boxes to the assembly line that was Daughter #2 and me. (D1 had to work) By Sunday evening, the explosion that I affectionately refer to as the Christmas bomb was nowhere in sight

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Four score and seven years ago, I did a photo-shoot for my sister-in-law and brother-in-law photographers. It was the era of big hair, parachute pants and scrunchies. My naturally thin and limp hair was permed and poofed to unbelievable heights never again seen since that decade. My Harley Stud was cleaning out his old car the other day and came across this photograph. He apparently kept

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I just saw a television commercial advising men to schedule the women in their lives a pap smear for Christmas. Now I’m not expecting much in the way of a gift from MHS this year but if I find an appointment card under the tree, someone is in the doghouse. Seriously? What were the powers that be at CBS thinking when they produced this commercial? Now that I’ve given it some thought, this

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As I gather together with my family and friends to give thanks for all of our blessings today, I want you to know that YOU will be included in my prayer of thanksgiving. I wish I could share you with my nearest and dearest. You wonderful bloggy buddies have brought such joy to my life. I wish that you could join us at our table to eat, drink and be merry. What you would bring to the

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Question:What do you get when you mix PMS with GPS?Answer:A crazy bitch who WILL find you!

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Why is it that men don’t seem to have that filter in their brain that stops them from saying things that will send a woman into a tailspin? Shouldn’t we make them take a class …..or two? Maybe congress should propose a bill that will make it law that every mother must teach her male child how to say the right thing or at the very least know when to keep his mouth shut. Put that in the

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Daughter #2 is a sophomore in college this year. She is pretty sure that she wants to teach kindergarten after graduation while working toward her Masters. Eventually she wants to be a high school guidance counselor. Her own guidance counselor was very special to her and made an indelible handprint on her life. She is looking into the Teach for America program. We’ve been texting,

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STOP THE PRESSES! The Christmas season is NOT upon us! Don't buy into the commercialism that has become our holiday season. It's just not true!Grab yourself a glass of wine, your favorite magazine, a good book or your honey and kick back and enjoy the moments. Forget about the holidays: What to cook? What to buy? How to decorate? Which cookie recipe to use? How long the line is at Starbucks to

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My Harley Stud and I decided that instead of doing something productive like working around the house today, we would take a ride on the bike and get some fresh air. Sometimes you’ve got to just ignore all that needs to be done and get away for a few hours or else you just might drop your basket. So off we went on his little two wheeled fun-mobile. We stopped and bought a couple of subs

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My brother, Smitty, is way older 12 years older than me. Smitty served in the US Army during the Vietnam war. He was a paratrooper. And my hero. I was 10 years old and in the 4th grade when he came home. Never one to miss an opportunity to make life easier for himself, Smitty hired me as his personal slave assistant for $2.00 a week. It was this period of my life that formed the strong

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I went to the doctor with My Harley Stud today for his physical. She suggested that he try to lose 5 lbs. FIVE POUNDS! I hate him. She told me to lose thirty. And to add insult to injury: Today at lunch, I swear the escalator at Dillards groaned when I stepped on. Hugs, Smart Mouth Broad

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I’m not really sure why but I’m feeling a wee bit nostalgic today. Today is like any other day and yet it’s got me thinkin’. And that can’t be good. I have a relative in the hospital in my home town. The same hospital where I was born. The same hospital where My Harley Stud had emergency surgery while we were there for my Mother’s and his Grandmother’s funeral services. It was and still

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Today is the 29th anniversary of the day I married the love of my life, apple of my eye and sometimes pain in my arse, My Harley Stud. It totally blows my mind that we have been married that long especially since I’m only thirty-two years old. Stop trying to do the math and just leave it at yes, I was a child bride. If you’re a long time reader, you may have read our true love story here in

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The title of this post is really more a reminder for me than an indication of what you might find here. I’m having a hard time staying on task today. I had planned some sort of fun fashion post. It was my lame attempt to have a weekly feature. You know something like fashion seen thru the eyes of the unfashionable. How sad is it that I can’t even stick with the plan on week #2. *sigh*

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To all my bloggy buddies out there who showed me the love after my “personal crisis” yesterday *wink*, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It boggles the mind how much you can be lifted up by friends you’ve never even met even if it came as a result of my shameless begging for compliments. You made me smile, laugh and gasp (Thanks, Michel, who called me a slutty ho……but in a nice way)

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I really had no intention of blogging today. I’m cutting back, you know. However, I had the most awful thing happen to me today. And I ran crying in the streets, whined to every single person I encountered and still have not been able to exercise this demon from my brain. So who ya gonna call? No, not Ghostbusters. I’m turning to you, my beloved bloggy buddies. I know that I can count on

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    Blue Bell Southern Blackberry Cobbler ice cream -  If they could figure out how to heat the cobbler within the ice cream without melting the actual cream, Lord have mercy, it would be HEAVEN ON EARTH. Shoes – Heels, flats, peep toes, platforms, wedges, sneakers, kitten heels, boots, loafers, sandals, pumps, slippers……I love them all.  Oh and purses….don’t get me started on purses.

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I used to laugh at my mother. She was a self-described pack-rat. The woman never threw away anything. And I mean anything. It was like playing Russian Roulette to go thru the leftovers in her refrigerator - that she kept in those plastic margarine and cool whip containers. She joked that she was waiting for it to turn the “proper shade of green.” ICK! I cleaned out her pantry in 2004

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The attire for the evening was Sunday Best. It was Parent’s Weekend at Daughter #2’s university. She pledged to a sorority this year and that meant that Parent’s Weekend was more than just tailgating and going to the football game. There were functions to attend. The first was the New Member Banquet. And the attire was Sunday Best. I’m sorry to say but it’s been awhile since my butt

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It’s official. I’m becoming my mother. If you’re a new reader here, you may not have heard about my mother, Lucy. She has been gone now for over five years but remains an ever-present influence on my life. She was quite the character. I guess if I had to pick one story to sum her up it would be this one……and this one. (Yeah, yeah…It’s my blog, I can count as I please.) Go on, click

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