Why did no one warn me?

So, people who have had a crappy week, and are almost to a point of needing medicine, booze, or vast amounts of junk food to perk up, should be warned that watching the movie PS I Love You, on a Saturday afternoon, alone, whilst the fat dog sleeps, and the other men folk are gone is not, I repeat NOT a good idea.

Seriously. I am 50 minutes into this sobfest of a film and am only taking a break to get more tissues... at least my sinuses will be cleared out.

If there are other movies like this, I would greatly appreciate a heads up...

I have had a bad bad bad week, and maybe this movie is a good reminder that I could be all alone. My neighbor told me this week, without knowing the intense foulness of my days,

"The only thing we deserve is Hell, anything above that is a gift..."

Wow.

Talk about a slap upside my whiny head...

OK, back to the flick... I will let you know how I liked it soon.

Okay, so the fat dog woke up, in the midst of the cry fest cinema afternoon... I brought him down and he looked at me like I had three heads for all the nose blowing. The movie ended, I liked the ending, but still, a very sad little flick. It is one of those that makes you appreciate your husband and family alot more. I admit it, I felt really guilty because I was ready for them to go today... I have have been slobbered on, sneezed on, called stinky, and snotted on a total of 1,286,542 times in the last 24 hours, so when they were leaving and Lincoln kissed me so hard he hurt my cheek, Emerson stepped on my foot, then gave me a boogery kiss, I looked at Micah and was like, "Go, please. I need to be alone." And now I feel all guilty for that because hello? I may have a brain tumor like Jerry and what if I don't have time to write all those letters and arrange a trip for Micah to the place we met and would I be a good shoe designer? ... see the power of film...

Oops, forgot to post this Saturday, but here it is, and maybe the delay is because thanks to a good Sunday, God's almost literally whispering in my ear, "Suck it up!" and a patient husband, and I am feeling more like myself. (Even if that means I need to change things about myself... always SUCH a fun process.)

In closing, I have only two LOs and some cute pics of the FatDog and the boys to share... apparently wanting to crawl in a dark hole or move far, far away last week did not spark my creative juices... imagine that.

Anyhoo... I will try and be back with a better post later this week...

(as always, click to enlarge)

Couldn't you just eat him up? He looks like an old fashioned baby with that onsie on!!

Our little comedian... always keeps us laughing with the one liners!

My big man on the first day of school. I actually did not cry, until I returned home. I was too shocked at the bus being over an hour late, I think. And I held it together when the bus did not return him until 5, yes 5pm. He did great, but has asked if he could go back to his old school :( That kills me!

Now here is a LO for Unpubbed. This one is a lift challenge we have going. You lift my LO, seen here, and you win the kit I put together, seen below. You have until next month to get it done too! Very simple, and yes, I did have to black out the personal info!

This one was for an Open Call, again over at Unpubbed.

Until next time...

Txt Msging for Dummies

Um the title, I would be the dummy in it. So once you read this you will realize the depths to which my lack of techno-knownothingness goes...

Last week I sent my first text message.

Yep, I said it... FIRST. And I do know what year it is.

I never really understood the point of them, I mean, if I call your cell, and you don't answer, I leave a message, where I talk... that is less work than typing a text message.

But, then my Micah tells me we have like 200 TMs a month we never use...

Well, I am not going to let something I am already paying for go to waste!!

So, now I think of all the texts I can send...

to Beth: I am looking at thickers and thought of you.

to Vee: I think Michael Phelps IS in Baltimore!

to my pastor: Your boy Brett just signed his soul over to the devil, I mean, the JETS

to Sarah: Sale on skittles at Target

to Michelle: Vegas is great, I am killing at the craps table.

So... I start to think I can use these to my sarcastic advantage...

And I get out the ol' cell phone... and try to figure this one out.

Considering I still cannot figure out how to download cool ring tones, change my voice mail message, etc. I figured I would end up texting a stranger in Alaska and accidentally selling them one of my organs...

BUT I did it!

I found all the appropriate buttons for beginning said TM, select the contact, etc. etc...

Then we run into a problem...

I go to type "Hello" to Micah...

Every time I type "H" then "e" I get "Hi"...

Um, no, no I am typing "He"... I look down, I am clearly hitting the H and the e, so why is it going "Hi"???

I delete it like 8 times before I just say, forget it... "Hi" is okay. Well, then there was the whole which button makes a space issue, and since THAT was like finding Noah's Ark, I gave up and sent Micah a quote from the list... "Good Morning" ... how lame!

I was all thinking I would be able to use the little abbreviations I knew...

TTYL

BRB

IDK

ILU

YTMO... oh, that last one is my own. It stands for "You Tick Me Off".

After all this, the 30 minute text lesson was over, Micah got the lame-o text, and then he comes in from his office, and I ask about my apparently broken keypad. He laughs at me, and says, it is "t-9" typing.

Huh? Um, in English please! (man, his next text was totally going to be YTMO!)

He then tells me what I am guessing all of creation, save me, my grandmother, and children from a remote village in Siberia apparently all know...

You type the first few letters and it offers you word choices.

What? That makes no sense.

That is like me walking into a restaurant and having this happen...

Me: "I'll have the gri-

Waiter: No! Let me guess, the grilled fish!"

Me: " Um, no the gri-"

Waiter: " The grilled chicken sandwich!"

Me: "no, if you will just let me finish, I want the gri-"

Waiter: "I know! The grilled chicken pasta"

See, see how in real life this guessing game is annoying, well I find it annoying in the cell world as well. Needless to say, if you get a text from me I want to warn you...

"fndjnfjdnjifherink" could mean, "I liked your shoes today" or "My hair is on fire, call 911"

"hidnwrtios" could be, " I am stuck in traffic" or "I just ate a bug"

So, yeah, me and text messaging, we got alot of bugs to work out... but I will prevail, I must use them, or what a waste!! Plus, what a time saver...

spending 30 minutes to send Micah a text that says "Dinner is ready" in his office 20 feet away...

I love technology.

Onto the scrapnewness...

I have some LOs here that I made for my pal Dawn!! She and I swapped photos and made each other LOS. I was a little nervous, I mean her daughter Jayla, is so adorable, but you know I am used to scrapping about things like the loudest burp at the dinner table! But, Dawn liked them, so here they are. The ones she made me are AMAZING and she has them posted on her blog.

Next up are a few for Memorable Seasons:

I would like to the note the bright colors and non use of blue and green Ronda and Jessi!

And one for Unpubbed:

The end... I will try not to take so long between posts, but I may be busy, ya' know... texting...