Remeber folks...There is no "Slow and Special" in Special Ice

I am still relishing in the fun of my Special Ice riddle. I have received some very interesting email pertaining to this very subject. Some bloggers have proven they are SIW (Special Ice Worthy.) Others, have been struggling with the riddle. Few figured it out with the help of their husbands..cheaters!! Some showed up to my Yard Sale for a clue. I have been threatened (to have my house broken into and SI stolen from my freezer), called dirty nasty names in emails...like...I am a Icehole. Yes, all you ladies know who you are! These addicts are going crazy!!!! Of course, all this while I still continue to have a mouth full of SI and a big smile on my face.


I have also been offered bribes of beer and chocolate. My goodness, how much WT (white trash) do these folks think I have in me? No really, I will take those items. For beer, I prefer Coors Light....light because I am on "Operation Stop the Top." As far as chocolate, I prefer Dove's milk chocolate. All addicts interested in bribes, may email me for further instructions on where to send your donations..or you can just click here.

Another reason why I never came out and told the secret location, was merely to the theory of supply and demand. Kind of like the high gas prices we are facing now. At his point a bag of SI is little over a $1. A great deal, I say. But if the demand goes up, they may start charging me $5 a bag. You understand..or did you just raise your right hand? Ok, you did. Well then just click here for a better understanding. But there is a little fraction of a ice pellet that feels bad for some of you struggling with the riddle. Not to mention I am leaving town for 8 days and didn't want to leave some of your cups SI-less with these triple digits. SO, after much Supply and Demand thoughts, I have decided to give you a good clue. What kind of clue you say? A picture clue.

First, before I can show you the picture clue, I must explain the story behind it. In my previous post, I forgot to mention Friday night shenanigans. It was Cori's birthday party. She is a awesome girl, whom I love bunches. She is has many great friends, who gave her a really special day. They also threw her a surprise birthday party. So I wanted to surprise her and bring her SI. So I stopped by my drug dealers, and picked up a few bags. That is when I had my PIC (Partner in Crime) take my picture. Originally it was going to be just to tease you all, and to gloat. Then I decided to let it be a pictures clue for you all. So here you go:

Now Brenda...do you still think I am a Icehole? :0


The party was great, they were all having waaaay to much fun. I wish I could have stayed longer and hung out to play Drunco, but I had a 6am wake up call...yard sale.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORI!!!!!!

I am sure you spent the next day in bed;)

Spent all week trying to solve my riddle blogging friends. Here is what you missed.

So Saturday was hectic needless to say.

The yard sale:

I had the doorbell ringing at 6:30 am for my yard sale. Vultures...I say!! O'well, I had made over $100 by 7:30!! I was supposed to be there until 3pm. Then I realized, after I put that time in the ad, I had two weddings that day...one starting at 2pm. So I closed up shop at noon. I hope there weren't any hostile yardsaler's banging on the door..because I wasn't there!! I did really well. I even gave out a clue to one "SI in training" blogger. Next time I think I will partner up with someone for laughs and bring a cooler!!

The Weddings:

Two good friends on the same day!! Ughhh. I couldn't miss either. I thought I was in the clear since one was at 2pm and the other 6pm. Well the first was a Catholic wedding and the cocktail hour didn't start till 5pm with dinner at 6pm!! There went that idea. Luckily both the receptions were right next to each other. By a quick 6 minutes walk. I was party hopping all night!!! I managed to have a few "Rap Off's" with G and S. G has been wanting a re-match for a while. G didn't know it, but a few weeks ago, I took Sir Paul out for a 8 mile ride. During this venture..I came up with many verses for my next "Rap Off" with G. You know Sir Paul needed some shout outs in my rhymes. I know you don't read these shenanigans G Master flash..but I am ready for our next rap off....let's go...Yo! I also managed to take over the photo booth and get some great poses in for the bride and groom. Hubby was just a innocent victim I used as a prop. Can't wait to see the photo album!! Since graduation season is over, and I am no longer needed for commencement speeches, I am available for wedding reception entertainment.

Oh, and we had a few "Dance Off's" too. We all took turns going in the circle and strutting our stuff. I shook my booty, and got down with my bad self! S had some pretty sweet moves. Needless to say it was a long night, and I couldn't tell ya all the stuff that happened without ostracizing myself. Oh, plus..honestly I couldn't even remember everything that transpired. I am happy for both couples...and wish them all the best!!

So know I am re-couping from my crazy, fun-filled weekend. I went and put away everything from my sale and now have switched gears for packing for my trip. Lots to remember and get done. We will celebrate two birthdays why we are over there. One being my hubby's...he turns the big 3-0!! Oh and by the way...since I am a little slooow. I told you all my birthday was September 9th. That was a lie. Anyone who knows me, knows I am bad with names and dates. I even forgot my own 2nd wedding anniversary. I did remember two days later as I was traveling down the freeway..ooops. Good thing my hubby forgot too!! So anywho, my birthday is September 7th...for all those who may want to put it on their calender...or write congress to have it recognized as a national Holiday!

Signed, J to the M to the E AKA Private Dancer AKA Getting Jiggy Jamie

Yard Sale Tales: Day 1

I am sitting here at my yard sale with my laptop in wireless heaven. I didn't have a book to read and I knew the newspaper would only entertain me so long. You know how much news goes on around this town. So I decided I need to have some kind of entertainment besides people watching. Only 1 kook so far this morning....so no drama to report as of this moment. But I am sure most of the kooks are at work..granted they are not too crazy to work ;)

This being my first time having a yard sale..I am doing quite well. I had a pre-view party last night with a few girls, and made around $200 before I even opened the garage door!!! I may be hooked. One of the girls bought a ton....then called me later and wanted to come back! I had another repeat shopper this morning. Very fun. I told my helper Savan (thanks you bunches BTW) that I am like Lays Potato chips..no one can just come by once!! Plus, I decided I should have advertised that this sale was like the new dollar store!!

I have also decided that you basically have two types of yardsalers, the elderly community..or moms in minivans. Or, maybe just because it was a workday. I can't wait to see what Saturday mornings catch brings in! I need some entertainment folks...so please bring your drama train on down. I did have a 3-way fight going on for Cormac's drum set. I handled it in a dignified way....rock, paper, scissors....YO! I practically gave it away..$150 set for $10!! I should of had a bidding war...but I guess you learn as you go. More t come.........

Tomboy Tails: My little TomBoy

(I need a break from Yard Sale stuff. What did I get myself into? )

Like mother like daughter. My little girl is not afraid to play in the dirt, try eating it, wear it, climb anything, fall down and scrape her knees, get back up for more. Refuses to let me put hair clips in her hair. Will wear a dress now and then, but will try to take it off. Hates when I have to clean her up from her dirty outdoor play.......I tell ya! I try to keep her clean, but every time we have a family B-Q...she is covered head to toe in dirt!! For instance, here she is on Fathers Day all dressed up for daddy:

She is saying, "Ewwww, you dressed me up in a dress and PINK!"Did I mention she likes to growl at me?

Ok. That is the before, all clean and pretty. This is after the Father's day B-Q:

One ponytail missing

Then I check her all over to see all her owie's that she has managed to get in one day. Here is just a few:

She just thinks it is funny! No Seriously she did, look.

This is just one day! Yesterday she had to have her first band aid! Good thing we have good health insurance..I have a feeling we will need it with this one.I think daughter and I will get along just fine. That's my girl! I can't wait to take her backpacking, teach her how to work on her own car, chop wood, start her own fire, know her direction in the woods, and never depend on a man! All the women in my family are very independent, self reliant women. You never know what we will be up too:) We can clean up nice too if need be,but we would rather wear jeans and a t-shirt. She is now the next generation! I am sure she will give her brother a run for his money. Go Chloe!!

Life isn't fun if you don't get dirty now and then, and have a few scars to show that you did indeed live and cry!! Scars are just another way to store memories, believe me I have a few. I think I may have to do a whole album of her scars! We are women..hear us ROAR!

Raise your right hand if you are Slow and Special.

Only that many?? Hmmm, I think some of us are being a bit to kind to ourselves. Even these kids are being a bit more honest that you adults. Come on, try to be a good, honest role model will you. Ok, now that is better folks. NO, really I am not trying to insult any of my dear and kind readers. We all have our areas of expertise in life. So did you see that Blogger has Blog rolls now??? Anyway, I have got a few emails from folks asking about the blog roll, and how to do it. (No, I am not saying any of you are slow.)This then reminded me of the post I was going to do months ago, about teaching readers a little blogging 101.

(mainly my relatives..which doesn't say much for me...I slowly raise my right hand...crap)

I then just forgot about it. I will explain how to get a blog roll in a second, but first I must explain to my family members, and maybe some of you others out there, how to play this blogging game. I will say in there defense, they come from a different generation that didn't grow up with computers. And tend to have problems understanding how to work things. So of course, I am just trying to be helpful, so they can truly enjoy this experience to the fullest!

So what is in this blogging 101 course? You know things like when you are reading a post and you see a single word or phrase that is a different color. If you run your cursor over it and it then becomes underlined...CLICK on it! It is a link to somewhere out in Internet land that helps further tell the story I am telling folks. Like this. Ok , you better have just clicked on that or you have to raise your right hand again.

OR things like when you finally figure out how to leave me a comment my dear relatives...if you would kindly please check the box that states, "Email follow-up comments to (insert your email address.)" Because I do respond to your comments, and if I ask you a question...damn it you better answer me!! Ohh, oops. I did not mean to yell and get all authoritative on you:)). You also don't have to have a blog to leave a comments. You can just be a bloggee, and not a blogger. If the Blogger you are reading allows comments from anonymous people..you can click that option and leave one!!

Well, these are just a few things I need to tell my 3 moms,(two by marriages and one by birth) Aunts (one finally just got email!), cousins, in-laws,and sibling...etc. Cue the deliverance music, dueling banjos. Takes a lot of little nuts to make a jar of peanut butter! Kidding, I actually have very intelligent relatives, just not that into the computer world:))


Ok- so real quick on the Blog roll. Go to layouts. Add page layout. You should then see the option for adding a Blog roll. Click that and set your settings, then start adding your links. I have mine set to show me just the title of their last post, and have them listed in order of the most recent posts. That way I can just go to my blog and see who has posted recently! Does not work on people with private blogs though. I hope that answers your questions.

So on to the next project in my life

So now I am back from my mommy time, and it is back to work. I am still taking care on my in laws house while they are in Ecuador for 13 days. They will be home tonight, so that will be one thing off my list of jobs. Now I am on to getting ready for my yard sale this weekend starting Friday. I also have two weddings, and then off to the coast for 8 days!


(You like the homemade Yard sale sign?)


Yes...that is right folks, you too can own a piece of Laybourn History! Who knows how much it may be worth in the near future with the way my acting career is taking off. I am sure you will be able to fetch a fair price after I appear on Oprah this fall! I am not sure yet what kind of work that goes into one of these red carpet events...but I have a feeling I will be finding out soon enough.


I am really excited to see what fun and interesting people I get to come into contact with this weekend. I am sure I will have some great things to blog about. I may even throw in a few "exciting" items to sell just to get people's reaction. You know, just to keep myself entertained during this less than exciting job.

So any-who, if you know anyone who wants some great name brand clothes, shoes, baby equipment, home decor, furniture...holla before it is gone. Girl clothes 1-18 months, and Boy 0-3T. All in great condition. I have come to terms with the fact that I need to let go of their stuff. It is not like I am loosing their childhood! Plus when we move I don't want to have much to move. Here is a sneak peek at some things that will be going bye..bye..bye:


I am also parting with Cormac room decor from his nursery, it is hard..but I had them painted on to this bedroom walls..so I am moving on. Here of just two of the seven picture by A. Morrow:

My prised boutique silk diaper bag that I barely used but 10 times:
Yeah, just look for me...the one crying as she looses her children's memories. I just figure if we decide to have another child..I will buy again. Oh, and for you still pondering my riddle, if you come to my yard sale, I will give you a clue if you are having trouble breaking the riddle. Who knows, I may even be serving SI.

I will be having it Friday 7am to 12pm and Saturday 7am to 3pm over at 2101 Carol Drive. If you want a pre-show email me!

Riddle me this, riddle me that...

Then I will tell you where the Special Ice is at!

Yes, that is right folks. After much deliberation on whether to spill the goods or not on my drug dealers location, I have decide to tell. But there is a catch. I will put the location in a riddle which you must solve. Why? You must prove you are Special Ice worthly, and this is the only way I could determine that without meeting you. It is kind of a little secret society initiation, determined by your IQ or wittiness. Only the top 5% of the population shall have the pleasure on indulgence:) So after reading the riddle I made, if you feel you have the answer, email me it at saxtonjamie@hotmail.com. If you are right I will give you the thumbs up, and off you shall be to SI heaven.

I was glad to see all you other addicts comments. I thought I was alone in my little world of SI. Little did I know it was a epidemic. At least us addicts have each other who understand the greatness of SI. Like I always say, "Rehab is for Quitters", and I was never raised to be a quitter people! SO here it goes, and good luck my fellow addicts.

THE RIDDLE

It precedes the Queen and does your body good. It comes in many strengths and leaves you feeling strong and good.
It is a type of farm, where the spotted ones live and cause no harm.
It sounds like a big box store, and can help you if you have a chore.
It is not the only one, when people do this they sit on their bum.
While it may not be the first of it's kind, Mr. Hankey says it sure won't leave you feeling like you have been robbed blind.

Signed, J to the M to the E AKA The Riddler

My Layouts for SRR Retreat 2008

Here is some of my handy work. The last one that is neon green and bright blue, is the one my friend Kristi did of Cormac for a game we played. Thanks to lovely G.R. who thought I should get my stuff published. She is such a sweet girl. I told her she was crazy though, then realized she was probably just saying that so I would keep giving her SI that she was peeing her pants over all weekend!!;) I know you are reading this saying..no..no. I kid.

Spent all weekend trying to find Special Ice my blogging friends? Here is what you missed.

I am back...like Amy Winehouse out of the the hospital. Ready to Rock and Roll!

1. I left for my scrap booking retreat on Thursday.

• After crossing over 1 major river, going over a one lane bridge once, driving over 3 cattle guards (you may need to live in Idaho to know what those are), driving through 1 historical site and 3 rock slide areas, I finally arrived to no cell coverage, scrap booking heaven!
• So that means I am no longer a virgin. I had 20 lays...layouts that is!! Yep, my first retreat was a blast. I had sooo much fun, and met many great ladies. We were not short in the laugh department for shizzle nizzle. Oh, below is a "Here's your sign" that you know you were having too much fun at the retreat if you split open your Capri's within the first hour, and had to sash-shay backwards to your cabin to change:Oh, I know what someone of you are thinking that know me well, were you wearing undies? Actually to my own surprise I was this time! God was looking out for my White Butt!
• We had a PJ fashion show on Saturday night. In my group we had two great girls from Coeur d’Alene that came up with the "The Paper Craft Dolls" instead of the Pussy Cat Dolls. So we made outfits out of paper products that were a wee bit on the "Sexy" side. We had the song "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" by the group...except our version was "Don't you wish your girlfriend could scrap book like me? I showed the 5 other girls a little choreography for our red carpet entrance. We then rolled out our red carpet we brought, hit play on our song..and out we came to dance and strut our stuff. I didn't get pics, but a lot of the other girls did. I don't even know if I want to see them!! Lets just say I had coffee filters as boobs and yarn as the nips!! Yeah, Don't Cha...wish?
• I got to enjoy my SI, and shared it with a few of th e"Chosen Ones." You know, ones that met the previous criteria stated below. SI was a big hit, and they were banging down my cabin door for my drug supplier. I had to fight them off with my CutterBee scissors. The girls at my table were well taken care of though...oh and one pregnant girl..I felt her prego pain, and gave her some too. Aren't I just the nicest person you know? Yeah, I know thanks ladies...just remember my birthday is September 9th.
• I also feel I may have developed type II diabetes during this 4 day sugar binge. After chocolate, soda, butter horns, etc., I may have a insulin problem, as my body went into shock. I will be posting another confession post on my MTKillers blog. Let's just say operation, "STOP THE TOP" took a wee bit of a DROP!

2. My hubby got his new tattoo.

• He has been drawing and planning this tattoo for months. He then sent his ideas to our great friend over in Salem..Russ. Russ then drew it out and put his creative mind to work. Then it turns out Russ was coming over the weekend I was gone to do the work. My hubby is a sneaky, clever man!
• Matt had two lions off his family crest inked onto both shoulders three years ago for his birthday. Then I told him he couldn't get anymore (He has 3 others), unless it was my name. I was hoping he would not take the "tattoo curse" of inking a women's name on himself, thus ending his tattoo career. Didn't work. Apparently I didn't read the fine print on my marriage license that states:, "Matt shall just get any tattoo he likes, whenever."
• So Russ came over, and gave my hubby his tattoo in our living room. 5 1/2 hours later his chest piece was done. He got his family name, and each of the kids name. I am not into chest pieces, but Russ did a excellent job:

  

  The Final Project

Cormac, of course after watching daddy get his tattoo, wants a tattoo. I think I will let him go get a sleeve air brushed on, then take some really cool pictures. I think it would be really fun to have Cormac get the same chest tattoo as dad air brushed on, and take a picture of them both. Oh new idea! You better stayed tuned for more Jamie shenanigans! I am also now convinced that my hubby will be trying to impregnate me so he can have a another excuse to get a tattoo.

Matt: "But honey, I have to get the babies named tattoo on me so he doesn't end up on the Dr. Phil show."

Me: "But honey, they are already all going to be on the show because we are their parents."

Matt: "Oh, yeah, your right."

Me: "Yeah, I know honey, I am always right."

Signed, J to the M to the E

Gin In My Apron Pocket: Special Ice Gives me a Big "O"

OK, not only am I a Milkshake snob...but also a ice snob. I am in love with "special ice." It is just the little things in life that bring me joy, you know? For those of you wondering WTFiddlesticks is special ice? No, it is not the kind of ice that rides the short bus to the ice box. Special ice (SI) is the name I give for (I have done my research ....believe me) ice that is in the little soft pellets. It has been shaved, like in your old Snoopy Snow Cone machine, and then it is put into these preformed pellet shaped molds.. then compressed to make them look like moose turds.

It is AKA hospital ice...for when the hospital staff tries to starve you to death. I have on occasion thought about having a third child, or throwing my self off a cliff, just so I could go visit the hospital and relish in as much special ice as possible. Kinda like a mini vacation..only with ice.

So why am I telling you about special ice?? Well I am leaving in approx. 3 hours for a scrap booking retreat. AND I have special ice to take with me!!!!!!!!! So what's the big deal? I have been having special ice withdrawals for 2 years give or take. WHY? Have I angered the ice gods? Well, I know any and every restaurant within several miles of my town that serves up this "Special Ice" with their cold drinks. But their has been a famine going on...one by one they have dried up..leaving me helpless and thinking about hurting myself...so I can make it to the hospital for their special ice.

I know all this seems rather extreme, but then again that just means you must have never had a hot summer day where you poured a ice cold Pepsi into a glass filled 2/3's full on SI. It is close to heavenly. Back in the good ol' days...I found a Espresso stand that had it and would sell me bags that I would then in turn hoard in my freezer. If you are a lucky friend who comes over to visit, you may get the chance to indulge in having a SI drink. For, I do have criteria you must meet to be able to have some SI.

1. You must be a good friend.
2. You must be a good friend who understands the value of SI.
3. You must be a good friend who understands the value of SI, and be willing to treat SI with the respect and dignity it deserves.

I have been known to even refuse to let my hubby have some. (ohhh, poor guy...you are too cruel.) No, he failed to pass the criteria, rule #2, last part, "understand the value of SI." He has been know to say, after I go on and on about it, getting all giddy, "Well, yeah it is good, but not that big of a deal." After that, I had to become the Ice Nazi..like on the Seinfeld's soup Nazi, "No Ice for You!"

So anyway, two years ago the Espresso stand I use to get my fix from sold and the new owners couldn't afford to maintenance the machine any longer (parts are from England.) So I got cut off. So after two years of pain and suffering (You will be hearing from my Lawyer)...I found a new supplier!!!!! So I made sure I bought a few bags to, more than last me on my retreat!!!! Woot! Woot!

I have done my research on these machines....and I promise you ONE DAY I shall have one of these installed into my kitchen. Maybe if I pull out all my teeth, my insurance company would pay for it?? It would then surly have to be considered a medical need, right?

PS- If I told you where...them I would have to hurt ya. Sorry folks ;)

My blog's new theme song: Little Brown Jug

There is nothing too bad in life that can't be helped with a little brown jug! My blog is in need of a little brown jug filled with the happy sauce. Cheer up...my little blog. You see, what is wrong with our youth these days is...they don't have cartoons like this: Come sing-a-long-with-me!

Ha, Ha, Ha..Hee, Hee, Hee...little brown jug how I love thee! Lots to learn from this little jiggy jig. Like, don't end up like Bessie Berch left at the church. Fiddle-dum and Fiddle-dee.......

Enough sadness around here...

Yes...time to have a fun post...wouldn't you all agree? I have lots to share with you all. I just haven't felt up to blogging lately since Louie passed. Seeing's how this blog has gotten depressing lately..I need to give it a dose of Prozac, and cheer it up.
I will have to update you on Part 2 of my Dads birthday. Just when he thought he was out of the clear from Jamie's shenanigans...I moved in like storm Katerina, and left a mess in my wake. I waited all stealth like...for the day AFTER his birthday, swooped into his work with my sister. The rest was a blur, as a matter of fact I have no knowledge of what then transpired. I must be suffering from "Selective memory".

I am sure I was just a innocent bystander. I have been advised by my legal counsel to not comment on the events that took place that fateful day. That being said..I will just show you a few pictures of what the birthday terrorists did:
Ohh crap..this may have given the suspects away!A.A.R.P.? What? Is this ageism? A hate crime? What the fiddlesticks! Who is this women, I must find her and bring her to justice!!There was shaving cream and glitter on all tires, the front grill, and under the door handles..ohh these people have nooooo mercy! They must be caught ASAP!!!

I will just make one public plea to the birthday terrorist...please next time don't let his co-workers see you....tip him off..so he can them hose it off...before his drive of shame! "Joe, I just saw a suburban next to your truck" Dohhhh!!!

You have not seen the last from me.......keep your friends close...and your enemies closer......
Signed,
J to the M to the E

When sorrow drips into your hear through a pinhole.

I found out yesterday afternoon that the official cause of death for Louie was a heart attack. He was born with a enlarged heart, especially the left ventricle. He had Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. A condition in which the heart muscle becomes thick. The thickening makes it harder for the heart to work, and also makes it harder for blood to leave the heart. So the heart must works harder to pump blood...and eventually stops. I now feel a sense of relief that he wasn't choking, and that I couldn't have done anything to help. The vet said it often looks like they are choking, but really their lungs are filling up will fluid from no blood being pumped.

I guess most all bulldogs die of heart or respiratory problems, but he was young..only 5 1/2 years old. So I never thought to think something was wrong with his heart. Even when I look at all the symptoms..they are common Bulldog quirks due to their genetics. While it was horrendous to watch and witness his heart attack, I am glad I was their to hold him and comfort him as he passed.

Thank you all for your kind words, thoughts, phone calls, and prayers. They have helped. I am still pretty down, but you guys have lifted my spirits with your kindness. I made a farewell video of Louie to remember him by. Those of you lucky to have met and played with Louie know how funny and quirky he was. So I hope you enjoy.

I've got a Pocket, got a Pocket full of sunshine.

I've got a love...and I know that they are all mine! Who is my pocket full of sunshine in this sad time? Well my two angels, Cormac and Chloe of course!

They always know how to cheer me up and put a smile on my face. I am very thankful for their laughter and smiles. Just hearing them in brother's room playing together..Cormac playing trains alongside Chloe playing with her leap pad. Them laughing..entertaining each other has lifted my spirits some.

As I type Louie is undergoing a autopsy. We have a suspicion that something else may have been going on with him. He never has been the same since Blitz died. This has not been the "Year of dogs" per say for us. Two autopsy's within 6 months is not my idea of a picnic. If anyone looses a pet, I would definitely recommend a autopsy. It is helpful with closure just knowing. Definitely worth the money! I will let you all know the results. I guess I will be posting two farewell video's this week......

Oh wait...they said they are ready for their close-up:

Eeeeerrrrrr..I can roll you up like a booger!Cheeeeeese..mommy!

Lord Louie Chronicles: The final chapter

Lord Louie Laybourn of Lewiston: Sept. 7th 2002 to June 9th 2008.

Today is a sad day. Louie has passed on, and is now playing with Blitz. It happened about 10pm tonight, and as you can see I am unable to sleep. I won't go into to many details, but he did choke to death. Watching your own dog die that way is not a fun thing. I just started to heal from Blitz's death only 6 months ago, so this is really hard for me. I will keep this short, as I am still in shock at this point. I already miss hearing you snore as I fall asleep.

Here is the last picture I took of you this past Saturday at the park:

Cormac wanted to try and walk you. As you can see Louie was the one walking Cormac, and Cormac wasn't up for that. After a few minutes he said, "Momma, you can walk Louie." I really am not looking forward to telling him about Louie in the morning when he wakes.

Where's Waldo: Jamie addtion

My friend Andrea is moving...so I put together a slide show for her. I wanted to give her something to look back on, and remember her time spent here. I then converted it into a video to share with you all. It messes up your timing and music a little, along with fading in of pictures. It did turn out good though. Where's Jamie? Who knows, you may be in here? Where's ______? (fill in your name)

Andrea, thanks for your friendship. I will miss your fun spirit. I enjoyed so many memories with you. Who will I have enjoy the beauty of pampering with....MWF looking for massage and pedi-partner! Cormac will dearly miss his girlfriend Abby. SWM looking for play date with nice 3-4 year old. I know you will keep us updated on the new going-ons. I wish you nothing but the best, and know you guys will do great on your new venture!

Happy Birthday Daddy!

This blog is dedicated to my lovely dad (AKA "The Gentle Giant") who was so kind to donate 22 wonderful chromosomes to my zygote. My hubby also thanks you!

It sure is fun to turn 51, right dad?

Seeing how I know he does not read this...I am free say anything I want, and to put up pictures of him without his knowledge. (Insert evil laugh)

Here he is with my sister and I before we were old enough to give him gray hair.

I like to tease and embarrass my dad which is not hard to do. You know embarrassing things like this party invitation I made last year for his big 50Th birthday, and sent out to everyone....including old high school friends.

I made posters and had a co-worker post them around work. I also had it brought up during a work meeting in front of all the boys! Yeah, your welcome dad...no problem.

Here he is showing off his wake boarding skill on Dworshak. Family tradition is to go boating there every 4Th of July weekend.

Here we are at my high school graduation....sending me off into the world to entertain the masses with my life. In his mind he was probably thinking..whewww she made it through high school without getting pregnant, or going to jail or rehab..my work is done!

This is one of my favorite pictures on my dad as a wee little boy. He is in the back of his dad's truck happy to go for a ride. Brings you back to the simpler days when you could do that without getting the police called.

Here we are at my college graduation party. In his mind he was still thinking..whewww she made it through college without getting pregnant or going to jail. Actually, all he cared about was the fact that I was going to get married before going to grad school. You can see why I call him the gentle giant. He towers over me at 6'4''. He basically scared every boyfriend or boy I ever had over to death. I would never tell them about my dad, and when they would knock on my door for the first time they would shart in their pants. Then go, "Thaaats your dad?" Yep, so keep your hormones to yourself! My hubby also was scared for weeks of him. Little did they all know how quite and gentle he was.

So Happy Birthday dad...and thanks for teaching me that if you fall down:

You just get back up:

And dust yourself off, and move forward

Of course he has not heard the last of me....I am up to more shenanigans again. I will post the pictures when I pull it off!