eBay - your friend and mine

new post over at wordpress blog...


http://augalinfp.wordpress.com/2006/10/05/ebay-your-friend-and-mine/



and, by the way. will the mosquitoes EVER die this year??? I've had enough of them!


And, how do you like my test blog.... http://augaltestblog.blogspot.com/ I'm trying out a template I snagged at www.misszoot.com



Oh, and War Eagle! My Auburn Tigers are doing great still this year. This weekend will be a tough game, at Arkansas. Since the hawgs beat the university of alabama, Tuberville BETTER make sure he's not too conservative like he was at South Carolina - come on boys! Show 'em all how good you are! Make us proud!

Friday Night Lights and a Flock of Ducks
(copied from Wordpress)

After school each day last week, Stinkerbell had the distinct pleasure of attending a cheerleading clinic that was run by the high school varsity and junior varsity cheerleaders. They learned all the cute little, easy cheers. How to attempt a "toe-touch" jump. How to jog-in-place/shuffle-step while clapping and saying the cheer. And the coup de gras of all 5 y-o cheerleader moves... the proper technique of jumping up and down while squealing and wiggling your fingers over your head.

Yes, my ears bled.



She got her very own Spirit Stick to keep "fo-evuh" (a broom-stick cut down to about 12" and painted and decorated with school colors, etc.) She got a cool little t-shirt in the school colors and a megaphone (cheerleaders are cruel creatures!!!), a little football and a plastic cup.

Friday night was a home game for the Fort Payne Wildcats. Before the game, the girls who had attended the cheerleader clinic were invited to cheer on the side-lines and during the victory line (the line of fans through which the team tramples runs through).

She wore her "official" cheerleading outfit that coordinated with the other little girls and looked very nice. (For $50 it should wash the bugs off my windshield!) She was very cute.

Stinkerbell had complained of a tummy ache since picking her up from school. She barely ate any supper.

Her allergies and asthma have been in overdrive all week thanks to the unholy goldenrod (sure, Bettie, it's pretty and all, but for the love of Mike, it makes our noses clog up with snot and makes us wheeze and hack!)

We were 10 minutes late. But Stinkerbell got to cheer. Mighty Hunter took pictures while I used the video camera, complete with narration about the blinking crossed-out disc that confused me.

I wore my fancy-schmancy, butch cowboy boots - which looked mahvelous, but are very heavy on my pregnant feet and this causes much difficulty in climbing bleachers when combined with sciatica! So, I pulled a muscle in my left thigh, because of which I'm still limping today!

Stinkerbell wanted to go to the victory line. I let her go alone and then remembered the tummy ache issue and decided that a little cheerleader puking on the football field in the middle of a crowd of fans and running, "fired up" high school football players might NOT be a good combination. So I fetched her, for which she was grateful.

We returned to our seats for a few minutes and decided that I had already gotten the full value of the $5 admission I had paid. So Stinkerbell and I left Mighty Hunter, his dad and brother to drive themselves home whenever they got ready to leave. (This decision was also assisted by the tummy ache-puking on the bleachers thought.)

As we got in the Pimped-out Mamamobile, I began hearing a very distinct sound coming from Stinkerbell's seat. Not a snore, although a nap wouldn't have been impossible. Not a cry or a whine. Not a whistle, like Moreena enjoyed recently. More like a quack. Or a flock of ducks quacking. 3 flocks quacking in unison to the William Tell Overture. Thankfully, it was a loud but otherwise harmless series of quacks. Many times, her "stinkies" are silent but deadly. These were the opposite. Musical animals without scent.

SBD

MAWS

I prefer the MAWS.

Stinkerbell giggles and says her embarrassed little "excuse me". But suddenly begins to feel better, swearing she'll eat supper if I'd only just buy her a biscuit with butter from Jack's. "pweese, I'm soooo hungry. I'm a poster child for World Vision. You never give me anything to eat."

Well, maybe she didn't say ALL of that. But she DID beg and say I didn't give her any supper.

And it wasn't true.

Really.

I gave her 2 saltine crackers and 3 ounces of water.

http://augalinfp.wordpress.com/2006/10/03/friday-night-lights-and-a-flock-of-ducks/

new post over at my wordpress blog.

I'm working on a new template to try to use here. It might be a work-around for the template layout issues. I have serious doubts about the picture uploading problems though.

btw, wordpress has some great options and features.

have a great week!

Hey, Rachel! Congratulations!!!!

Don't you carry nothin' that might be a load,
C'mon and ease on down the road!

Let it be known that I am really tired of blogger's problems.

angry color

I have started a new blog at wordpress.com and will begin posting there very soon.

There's only one post there, an "introduction". I like the template a little better. I like the functionality a lot more, so far.

I will soon be moving all of this blog to that space...

Sooooo

Y'all come over and read the post that I wrote here that is in my drafts that I can't even access!!! Thank goodness I copied it over to Word!

www.augalinfp.wordpress.com


easy to remember, huh?

Go on! Go read it and look at the pictures too!

Well, give me a little while. I've got to post it over there first. But THAT'S MY PLAN!!!

Banana-fana-fo-fana








Well, I have tired of using certain recurring terms in my blog to tell tales about my daughter and my husband. DD and DH have been their names, respectively.

blah blah blah

BOOOOOOORINNNNNNNGGG!

So, I have decided to re-name them here, using nick names that I use for them at home.

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We'll begin with DD. At home, we call her twerp, twerp-cicle, monkey, stinker. It is her misfortune that we've called her these names since birth, and, therefore, she knows WHOM is being called in the middle of a store or at school when someone says, "hey monkey!" (God love her!) Her nickname that I will begin using here has a little history behind it. (Don't worry, not a lot. I won't ramble very much.)

As I grew up, my mom's nickname for me was Tinkerbell, sometimes shortened to Tink. I don't know WHY she gave me that particular term as it infers (yo! Villaume!) daintiness, gracefulness, attitude (well, I qualify there at least) and petite size.




On our first trip to Disney World, we were waiting on the monorail to ride over to the Magic Kingdom for breakfast at Cinderella's Castle with many princesses and to visit with Fairy Godmother. As we waited as patiently as possible, DD was prancing around and generally being very, VERY excited about her first day at WDW - the Holy Grail of vacations for kids - I tried to get her attention and ask her to calm down. In a sudden, horrible moment, I turned into my mother and attempted to call DD by the name MY mom had used for me, Tinkerbell. Subconsciously (or unconsciously?), I must have realized that I was about to transform into another person and fudged on my pronunciation of Tinkerbell.

"Stinkerbell"





it stuck. So, occasionally, I'll call my DD Stinkerbell and she'll grin, remembering when and where I first called her by that little name.

Henceforth, DD will forevermore be known herein as Stinkerbell and is entitled to all benefits and crap that goes along with such an honorable name.










(the look of someone very pleased with her new nickname)





Now for DH.

There are just so many unfortunate ways to define DH that I really hate to think of. And although I probably have at least considered calling him by one or more of those less-than-loving variations of Dear Husband, I just hate to continue to use DH here for exactly that reason. It makes me think of the terms of endangerment rather than terms of endearment.

So, for the history behind DH's new name, please pull from your catalog of Robert Redford movies, the classic Jeremiah Johnson. One of DH's favorites - or as he would put it, a "good flick" - Jeremiah Johnson is about a mountain man who encounters trials and tribulations of the rugged Rocky Mountain variety. He takes a wife who speaks no English - which doesn't discourage him from talking to her. At some point in the movie, and DH forgive me, but I forget the specifics of the dialogue (monologue?). Anywho.. He is proud of himself for killing an animal for food and clothing and calls himself...

"Mighty Hunter"

Henceforth, DH will forevermore be known herein as Mighty Hunter (MH) and is entitled to all benefits and crap that goes along with such an honorable name.








So, please work with me as we make the transition from DD and DH to Stinkerbell and Mighty Hunter.

They're much more interesting, don't you think?



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BY THE WAY!!! It has taken me 3 days to get this post edited and the pictures inserted. I've had more problems than you can imagine in just trying to access the draft I had saved to make changes.

Blogger, please get your act together. Notice my angry color text. grrrrr