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Garage Sale Shopping 101

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Garage sale season is just ahead. Die-hard bargain shoppers like me may have ventured their toe out in the cold on an occasional Saturday morning throughout the winter, but the bulk of the great buys will start rolling out once the weather warms up and the azaleas bloom. That's not long, folks, so let's brush up on some key strategies to find just the right treasures for just the right price!

1) Organize your garage sales. Time is of the essence on a yard sale morning. The more sales you can shop as close to their opening time as possible, the better your selection will be. First, use your local paper and a map. Our map is laminated which allows for us to mark each sale the night before. We mark each sale's start time with different symbols. For example, the 6am sales are marked with a red triangle, the 7am sales a blue circle and so on. By marking the sales in this way, we can map out the most efficient route through our maze of sales.

Most newspapers offer an online classified section. You can go through the ads, select the ones that interest you and the computer will map your selected sales for you. Check and see if you paper offers this convenient service!

A few other things that make for a successful yard sale morning are small bills and change, water and some snacks, your notebook (see below), and an empty car trunk or truck bed!

2) Do your research. A handy tool to have if you are a regular yard sale shopper is a notebook filled with items that you need and correct sizes. If you daughter needs a new pair of Easter shoes in a size 2 and your son needs some batting gloves of a particular brand, having these things recorded in a notebook will keep them fresh on your mind as you shop and will prevent duplicate purchases.

The notebook is also a place to write down items that your friends or family may need. Networking among your yard sale shopping friends and family is a great way to find the things you need as well!

Don't forget the research the retail prices of items. That Bowflex may seem like a steal at $350.00 but Sears may be running a closeout special of $250.00 this week. You can't know for sure if a price is a great deal if you don't know the item's retail value.

3) Negotiate! The price is never the price. You can always ask for a lower price and you will usually get it. I usually do some quick mental math on my items and then offer less. Almost every time, the seller will accept my offer. Bargaining is an art! Cultivate it!

Shopping garage sales is a fabulous hobby which will generate beautiful brand name items for pennies on the dollar! And, in this economy, who can argue with that? It works for me!

Grace Sufficient

Friday, February 27, 2009

And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:9

My heart longs for heaven. Never has that been more true than today. Walking alongside our dear friends as they buried their child is too difficult to put into words.

When I was a little girl I thought of heaven as the top side of fluffy white clouds. I thought I would float around up there with a white robe and maybe a harp. It really seemed quite boring and though I knew I wasn't supposed to, I secretly hoped the Lord wouldn't call me to heaven too quickly. I was having a lot of fun right here on earth.

Things change. Maturity comes. Faith is tried in the fire.

The Lord carries a piece of my shattered heart to heaven every time I say an earthly good-bye to someone I love. A good bit of my heart is already there. The Lord is preparing me for heaven.

The Lord has promised us that a day will come when there will be no more good-byes, no more tears, and no more night. What a glorious day that will be! Today in the midst of deep suffocating sorrow, we worshipped our Lord and Savior because He is good and worthy to be praised. Even in this. His grace truly is sufficient. He has promised us this sorrow is but a momentary trial. It will be replaced by singing and rejoicing and eternal worship. There will be no more death, no more mother's tears falling on the grave of her baby, and no more little pink caskets.

There will be only joy and as we look into the face of Jesus, none of these things of earth will matter anymore. We will have the Lord and He is all we need! We can rest in that tonight. His grace is sufficient and it sustained us all through this hard day. He is sovereign. His plan is perfect. His timing is perfect. Those promises bring peace to my weary soul. A peace that passes all understanding.

Back in my praise and worship music days, I fell in love with this song and this singer. As I sat in that church during a booming thunderstorm and later at a graveside amid lightning and torrential rain, this song came back to me again and again. It was just the ministry my soul needed.



Your creation groans, Lord. Hasten that glorious day!

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

Because we need some lightheartedness around here

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I need to laugh. Since I need to laugh, Flibby shared this meme with me that I need to do. You need to do it too. We all need a good laugh!

Here's how it works... you type in your first name and then the word "needs" into Google and post the first fifteen things that come up. Oh, this is going to be fun! I can feel it!

1) Lady Why needs an agent to become an actress.
Really? An actress? But, I'm bereft of drama. Just ask my children.

2) Lady Why needs some self-esteem and self-love.
Hmm, I didn't know this. If only I loved myself more...

3) Lady Why needs to triple it.
Triple what? My mortgage payments? My time on the elliptical? The amount of Cadbury Mini-Eggs I consume in one day?

4) Lady Why Needs to Get Her Act Together.
Well, I think we can all agree on this one.

5) Lady Why needs to return and whup that boy.
I don't know which boy that is but if his last name is Obama or his occupation is a dishwasher repairman, count me in!

6) Lady Why needs a New Boyfriend.
Well. That's going to be interesting news to share with Mr. P.

7) Lady Why needs to remember that the saying goes “once a cheater always a cheater”.
I can agree with that. Right, Tim the Tax Cheat?

8) Lady Why needs to duct tape his mouth ASAP and get herself a PR guy.
Who's mouth? The PR guy's?

9) Lady Why needs 6 girls under the age of 12.
I have two girls and one boy under the age of 12. Doesn't that count for something?

10) Lady Why needs to be intuitive.
What is that?

11) Lady Why needs Brad to bring hope to her.
Brad! Where are you, my Brad?

12) Lady Why needs a tutu.
Um, if you could see me in any Pilates pose, you would change your tune on that one.

13) Lady Why needs to have her own talk show.
Finally, we're talking! Yes! I do need my own talk show, don't I? Now you're making some sense!

14) Lady Why NEEDS to make peace before it’s too late!
I better get on the ball! I NEED to make peace! Now if only I could figure out with what? with whom? where? I have to hurry!

15) Lady Why needs the portability, flexibility, and speed provided by a Braille 'n Speak.
I was just saying this very thing. If only I had one, I'd be flexible, portable and speedy. And, really, who doesn't long for that in their daily life?

Emme Grace

Monday, February 23, 2009








The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing: the glory of Lebanon shall be given unto it, the excellency of Carmel and Sharon, they shall see the glory of the LORD, and the excellency of our God.

Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm the feeble knees. Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold, your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompence; he will come and save you.

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert. And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons, where each lay, shall be grass with reeds and rushes.

And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The Way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein.

No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there: And the ransomed of the LORD shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

~Isaiah 35: 1-10

Hasten that day, Lord.

Sorrow

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Today we received devastating news. A sweet precious adorable three year old baby girl from our church family is critically ill and not expected to live. This is the kind of news that takes your breath away like a swift kick to the solar plexus. It's late and I've been praying for this baby girl and her broken hearted parents all day long.

I can't sleep.

I find myself asking the Lord why. Why does He allow these horrible things to happen to these good Christ honoring parents? Why does He give children to awful abusive parents and take children from parents who only want to honor Him in all they do? My head knows and understands all the complexities of the mystery of God. My head knows and understands there are no answers on this side of heaven. But, my heart is broken and it doesn't know or understand any of it.

When my heart is broken, that is the time I draw upon what I know of the Lord and His promises. He has promised grace sufficient to walk through this hard place. He has promised hope in eternal life. He has promised peace and comfort and joy that comes in the morning.

But, tonight is dark and it seems awfully long. I have a feeling this won't be the only long night for me, for my sweet friends who are faced with the hardest of goodbyes, and for my church who loves each and every person truly as a member of their own family.

...weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm 30:5

And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you. John 16:22

God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

Looking for an entertaining Saturday?

Saturday, February 21, 2009

I noticed a commercial last night while I was at work at the TV station. I had "noticed" this commercial before, but never paid attention to it until I was a captive audience. It was a commercial for an open casting call next Saturday for one of ABC's reality shows. The show is SUPER NANNY, a particularly irritating show where completely inadequate parents seek the help of a "professional nanny" to help them reel in their unruly, hellion children.

The children on this show will make your jaw drop with their screaming, hitting, yelling, cursing and destructive behavior. The parents, usually young and clueless, have absolutely no control or authority over their children. The Super Nanny shows up when their homes have turned into something that resembles a biker bar brawl or the shootout at the OK Corral.

Which brings me to my point. The producers want potential cast candidates to come tryout for their show. Their strategy is to gather together a large number of wild, screaming, impatient, whiney kids, along with their parents that have no control over them, all in one place at the same time for four hours of auditioning. In fact, the likelihood of any of these people being on the show depends on just how bad their children actually are at the audition. It's sort of like putting a bunch of arsonists in a room full of matches. Don't expect a pretty result.

I think the sheer free-for-all that is likely to occur will be both shocking and amazing to see. Like seeing a really scary movie, it will be horrifying and entertaining at the same time. The location in fact is a local car dealership. Looking for a cheap, slightly dented or scratched car? They might have a few after next weekend.

Mr. P

Don't read this if you're a socialist. It'll make you twitchy.

A Letter From The Boss

To All My Valued Employees,

There have been some rumblings around the office about the future of this company, and more specifically, your job. As you know, the economy has changed for the worse and presents many challenges. However, the good news is this: The economy doesn’t pose a threat to your job. What does threaten your job however, is the changing political landscape in this country.

However, let me tell you some little tidbits of fact which might help you decide what is in your best interests.

First, while it is easy to spew rhetoric that casts employers against employees, you have to understand that for every business owner there is a back story. This back story is often neglected and overshadowed by what you see and hear. Sure, you see me park my Cadillac outside. You’ve seen my big home at last years Christmas party. I’m sure; all these flashy icons of luxury conjure up some idealized thoughts about my life.

However, what you don’t see is the back story.

I started this company 28 years ago. At that time, I lived in a 300 square foot studio apartment for 3 years. My entire living apartment wasconverted into an office so I could put forth 100% effort into building a company, which by the way, would eventually employ you.

My diet consisted of Ramen Pride noodles because every dollar I spent went back into this company. I drove a rusty Toyota Corolla with a defective transmission. I didn’t have time to date. Often times, I stayed home on weekends, while my friends went out drinking and partying. In fact, I was married to my business — hard work, discipline, and sacrifice.

Meanwhile, my friends got jobs. They worked 40 hours a week and made a modest $50K a year and spent every dime they earned. They drove flashy cars and lived in expensive homes and wore fancy designer clothes. Instead of hitting the Nordstrom’s for the latest hot fashion item, I was trolling through the discount store extracting any clothing item that didn’t look like it was birthed in the 70’s. My friends refinanced their mortgages and lived a life of luxury. I, however, did not. I put my time, my money, and my life into a business with a vision that eventually, some day, I too, will be able to afford these luxuries my friends supposedly had.

So, while you physically arrive at the office at 9am, mentally check in at about noon, and then leave at 5pm, I don’t. There is no “off” button for me.

When you leave the office, you are done and you have a weekend all to yourself. I unfortunately do not have the freedom. I eat, and breathethis company every minute of the day. There is no rest. There is no weekend. There is no happy hour. Every day this business is attached to my hip like a 1 year old special-needs child. You, of course, only see the fruits of that garden — the nice house, the Cadillac, the vacations… you never realize the back story and the sacrifices I’ve made.

Now, the economy is falling apart and I, the guy that made all the right decisions and saved his money, have to bail-out all the people whodidn’t. The people that overspent their paychecks suddenly feel entitled to the same luxuries that I earned and sacrificed a decade of my life for.

Yes, business ownership has is benefits but the price I’ve paid is steep and not without wounds.

Unfortunately, the cost of running this business, and employing you, is starting to eclipse the threshold of marginal benefit and let me tell you why:

I am being taxed to death and the government thinks I don’t pay enough. I have state taxes. Federal taxes. Property taxes. Sales and use taxes. Payroll taxes. Workers compensation taxes. Unemployment taxes. Taxes on taxes. I have to hire a tax man to manage all these taxes and then guess what? I have to pay taxes for employing him. Government mandates and regulations and all the accounting that goes with it, now occupy most of my time. On Oct 15th, I wrote a check to the US Treasury for $288,000 for quarterly taxes. You know what my “stimulus” check was? Zero. Nada. Zilch.

The question I have is this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14 people good paying jobs and serves over 2,200,000 people per year with a flourishing business? Or, the single mother sitting at home pregnant with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check?

Obviously, government feels the latter is the economic stimulus of this country.

The fact is, if I deducted (Read: Stole) 50% of your paycheck you’d quit and you wouldn’t work here. I mean, why should you? That’s nuts. Who wants to get rewarded only 50% of their hard work? Well, I agree which is why your job is in jeopardy.

Here is what many of you don’t understand … to stimulate the economy you need to stimulate what runs the economy. Had suddenly government mandated to me that I didn’t need to pay taxes, guess what? Instead of depositing that $288,000 into the Washington black-hole, I would have spent it, hired more employees, and generated substantial economic growth. My employees would have enjoyed the wealth of that tax cut in the form of promotions and better salaries. But you can forget it now.

When you have a comatose man on the verge of death, you don’t defibrillate and shock his thumb thinking that will bring him back to life, do you?

Or, do you defibrillate his heart? Business is at the heart of America and always has been. To restart it, you must stimulate it, not kill it.Suddenly, the power brokers in Washington believe the poor of America are the essential drivers of the American economic engine. Nothing could be further from the truth and this is the type of change you can keep.

So where am I going with all this?

It’s quite simple.

If any new taxes are levied on me, or my company, my reaction will be swift and simple. I fire you. I fire your co-workers. You can then plead with the government to pay for your mortgage, your SUV, and your child’s future.Frankly, it isn’t my problem any more.

Then, I will close this company down, move to another country, and retire. You see, I’m done. I’m done with a country that penalizes the productive and gives to the unproductive. My motivation to work and to provide jobs will bedestroyed, and with it, will be my citizenship.

So, if you lose your job, it won’t be at the hands of the economy; it will be at the hands of a political hurricane that swept through thiscountry, steamrolled the constitution, and will have changed its landscape forever. If that happens, you can find me sitting on a beach, retired, and with no employees to worry about….

Signed,

Your boss

(Hat tip to Amy the Humble for this letter and for the catchy subject line. She originally found the letter at Right Wing Chicks which is some terrific reading as well!)

Hypocrisy?

Friday, February 20, 2009

Funny, I don't remember an apology for these...




Just popping in...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

I don't know what's gotten into me. I am such a lame blogger lately. One explanation is the beautiful weather we've been having. I've been spending each and every sunny 'warmish' day outside... dawn til dusk. I can't help myself!

I decided to pop in and post a family update because I know you don't sleep well nights if you don't know what I had for lunch or what shoes I'm wearing. I understand you and I sympathize.

First of all, I hurt my knee. This is SO discouraging because I was plugging away on my whole 'diet and exercise' kick. But, I 'kicked' it up a notch too high and I caused myself to sustain an "overuse injury" otherwise known amongst medical circles as an impacted tendon. It actually has a longer more official name than that but you don't expect me to remember it, do you? I appreciate your leniency.

The doctor put me on complete rest and some pretty heavy duty narcotics... both, which I am most relieved to have. The whole 'diet and exercise' thing is on hold for now. Boo. Hiss.

Also, Mr. P did our taxes last night and we discovered we have to PAY taxes for the first time in YEARS. Hmmm, I seem to remember a certain president of ours promising this wouldn't happen. He also promised that I wouldn't have to pay my mortgage or pay for gas. Neither one of those things have happened either. Apparently you have to be in his inner circle THEN you don't have to pay taxes... right, Tim the Tax Cheat?

On a happier note, my berry bushes are looking lively and my tulips and daffodils are coming up and blooming like crazy. This makes my heart sing! I'm buying an orchard of fruit trees (assuming I can afford them after Obama finishes robbing me through the IRS) this weekend and I'll be watching Mr. P plant them. Remember, I have to rest my knee. :-)

In even happier news, my dishwasher seems to be fixed!! Andy came out again - we're on a first name basis, don't you know - and we had a talk. I explained to him how I know someone in media and he explained to me that I would not be seeing him again. He promised. I can't say that I believe him exactly BUT I will say I have washed three loads of dishes and all's well. Especially my dishpan hands!

Another milestone is the arrival of chickens! Our chickens are at the farm of our friends and will be delivered to us at church on Sunday. Fun times ahead!

That's it for now. Back to the porch swing with my narcotics and my ice pack.

(Oh, I almost forgot...vegetable soup and brown ballet flats)

The Anatomy of a Temper Tantrum

Monday, February 16, 2009

I don't allow temper tantrums. I just don't. Ask my children and they'll tell you. I have six children and I can not remember a single one of them that was a temper tantrum thrower. Then again, I would have nipped it in the bud so fast that maybe it didn't make my long term memory storage. That's possible.

But, there is this sixth child of mine. He is prone to the temper tantrum. Prone to it and doing it are two entirely separate animals. I'll explain.

A mother goes a long way in stopping an unwanted behavior simply by expecting that unwanted behavior not to happen. In the case of my baby boy, he is a smart cookie. He has learned that he has a houseful of sisters that love nothing more than bowing to his every finger point. They give him what he wants before he even knows he wants it. Spoilage in every sense of the word.

Couple this with his particular strong willed personality and you have a recipe for a tantrum thrower.

Enter a mother who's been around the block.

When I first noticed what I thought were tantrum traits emerging, I began to pay close attention. I wanted to really understand what was happening so I could know for sure what that baby boy of mine truly intended in his heart of hearts. Was he sick? Hurt? Hungry? Overtired? Or angry? There is a difference and you have to know that difference in order to treat the problem.

It became clear after a time that he was actually pitching a fit because he wasn't getting his way. That's when I acted to change this behavior. Here is an example. Recently, my boy has developed an aversion to 'pieces' of food. By that I mean, he doesn't want you to break him off a piece of your cookie, he wants the whole thing. He doesn't want you to cut his sandwich, he wants it whole. He doesn't want a chopped apple, he wants it handed to him intact so he can consume it, core, seeds and all. If you hand him a 'piece' of something, he will refuse it all and may even fall down in the floor screaming and thrashing around.

This will not fly in my house.

The first thing I do when I see a situation escalating to the 'fit' level, I clap my hands very loudly several times and tell him "NO!" in my firmest 'Mommy voice'. He doesn't like that voice. That usually gets his attention enough to arrest the fit and cause him to look at me somewhat bewildered. Then I tell him to "Get control of yourself!" Sometimes he sits their with his lip poked out a minute and a tear or two rolling down his cute little cheeks, but he generally is able to bring himself back under control. Next I tell him to talk to me, not cry. I will ask him, "Did you want some apple?" If he says yes, I hand him the piece of apple. This is very important because I can not allow him to get his way on this matter. He must accept the piece with joy. The phrase 'with joy' is used quite often around here and my other children have had it engrained in their psyches from a very early age. So, too, will this baby boy of mine. If I stop the tantrum but do not make him submit his will to that thing which caused the fit, I have only changed an outward behavior and have not dealt with the underlying heart issue. It's a battle of wills and he has to learn to 'die to self' even from this early age. Those lessons learned now will make the harder lessons that he must learn later all the easier. A child who has not learned to submit his will to that of his parents will not find it an easy thing to submit to the Lord. It's a matter of the heart.

I must say that my baby boy has never fully pitched a temper tantrum. I've stopped him in his tracks every time he's tried. If I let him get away with it even once, it would take twice as long to undo that bad habit. I don't allow him to pitch a fit and, more importantly, I don't allow him to get the thing he was pitching the fit about... like a whole cookie, apple, sandwich, etc.

If he were to keep throwing his fit after my hand clapping routine, I would pick him up and cart him straight to his bed where he would stay until he stopped crying. I make it exceedingly counterproductive to pitch a temper tantrum. If a child isn't getting the desired result from a certain behavior, they will not repeat that certain behavior. Classic cause and effect.

You can't let them win even one battle or you are back to square one. In fact, you are behind square one and losing ground. It's a power struggle and you are the one with the power. Make sure they know it!

Of course, in an effort of full disclosure, my boy is in the other room screaming right this very minute because his sister took his ball. ~deep sigh~ A mother's work is never done.

Happy Birthday, Mom!!!

Sunday, February 15, 2009


Today is a very special day around our house! It is the birthday of my sweet mom known to everyone, grandchild or not, as Nana!! All the children in our church love to see Nana coming. She treats them all just like they were her own... and she really feels they are her own. She devotes her life, her time and her talents to her children and grandchildren - smocking them dresses, taking them to the circus, coming over to the house after a long day at work just to see them perform a little show for her. She is every grandchild's dream!

My mom is my best friend and not a day goes by that I don't talk to her at least twice, or maybe fourteen times. She always calls to see about us, not waiting for us to call her. I ask her advice, tell her what's on my mind and run all my ideas by her. She always encourages me, never interferes but always supports us in everything we do. She lives just two miles down the road because she can't be too far away from the grandchildren. She gets up in the middle of the night, when it's 18 degrees outside, and helps us get a crying broken leg girl back to the emergency room. She wouldn't let little Hannah go to the emergency room without her, not for one minute, not even at 2am!

She would never let a day go by without checking on her grandchildren. She would not let a birthday go by unremembered. She would not let a Valentine's Day go by without a sweet little stuffed bear and chocolates for each of the children, even if she has to sneak over to the house in the wee hours of the morning so they will be sure to have their surprise the minute they wake up. She wouldn't let a week go by without seeing her chubby cheeked wonder.

Her grandchildren know they are her priority. She knows them better than they know themselves. But, isn't that what all grandmothers do? Never has there been a greater encourager, better friend, sweeter grandmother, dearer mother than my own Mom! Happy Birthday, Mom!

WE LOVE YOU!!!

Take out your pencils, folks. It's time for a pop quiz.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

When a beautifully prepared ham and cheese on wheat with lettuce and tomato sandwich has been prepared and placed on the kitchen table, there are a few things that might happen in our house. First of all, the cat might be in the house because the garage door was left open while retrieving an extra basketball for a game of "HORSE" on the driveway. If the cat were to, hypothetically, get in the house, he would most definitely hop onto the kitchen table and begin devouring the aforementioned delicious ham and cheese on wheat with lettuce and tomato sandwich while the owner of the sandwich was washing his or her hands.


Depending on who the sandwich belonged to, these several reactions might occur.

Child A, who has a very sensitive gag reflex, would run out on to the deck for fresh air while fanning himself or herself.

Child B would run to his or her room and sob. After a half hour or so of drama, he or she would come downstairs and make himself or herself another sandwich.

Child C would move the cat off of his or her sandwich, reclaim the still unchewed portion from the cat's mouth and proceed with eating the sandwich, occasionally plucking a cat hair from his or her bread.

Child D would demand to know who allowed the cat in the house and proclaim to all within earshot that life as he or she knows it is entirely not worth living! He or She would then not eat lunch.

Child E would throw away the sandwich saying nothing to anyone. He or She would make himself or herself another sandwich not wanting to cause dissention or disgust to the other personality types in the house.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to name which child goes with which scenario. For extra credit, guess which is the actual event that took place at our house today during lunch.

For the purpose of this assignment I am going to give you a hint by telling you the baby boy is not one of the children on the test. I think all who know him know that he would be most unbothered by sharing his lunch with the cat. Or the dog. Or the ants in the dirt, for that matter.

Ready? Pencils up. No talking. Begin.

A letter to Bosch

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dear Bosch,

I purchased one of you dishwashers three years ago because after much research I determined your product was of superior quality and would last. Therefore, I was willing to pay your higher price to get a high quality product.

I must say I am most disappointed to find my dishwasher is broken and after five trips out by the repairmen, it is not repaired. It is still under warranty. I am told by one of the repairmen that this 'problem' is common with Bosch dishwashers. However, with each repairman the 'problem' seems to change so I'm not sure if my warranty repairman has the problem or if it is your product.

If I had known three years ago that my top of the line dishwasher would not last even three years, of course, I would have chosen another product. This does not make me think highly of Bosch and I believe your reputation of high quality is undeserved.

What I want is a brand new replacement dishwasher. The Lowe's where I purchased my Bosch seems not to know how to accomplish this and the repair service forced on me by my warranty also seem not to know how to accomplish this. Clearly this dishwasher is unfixable! There have been five attempts to repair this machine and yet I continue to wash dishes by hand. After the girl at your repair service suggested I 'have fun' with my children and 'play pioneer' by washing my dishes by hand with the lights off, I have lost my patience and my sense of humor.

I have six children and to have a disabled dishwasher for going on six weeks now is quite inconvenient and it is a problem I did not expect to have when I decided to purchase Bosch. Being the mother of many children I also have many friends that are also mothers of many children. We all seek to find high quality, durable and long lasting appliances to invest in. Needless to say, I will be encouraging my friends and family members as well as the readers of my blog to purchase brands other than Bosch.

I await your prompt reply.

Sincerely,

Bloggy Neglect

Monday, February 9, 2009

I've been rather absent from the blog for the last few days. You may be wondering why. It's quite simple, really. I have a yard full of these and I just can't pull myself away!

Glorious sunshine and a yard full of daffodils. Girls, grab your sandals and mosquito spray and let's go outside!

Lesson of the Day

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Today's lesson is this... when one is preparing a lovely assortment of fresh strawberry scones as a delightful accent to the lunch menu, it is generally best - prior to preheating the oven - to remember that the previous day you hid your husband's popcorn bowl and his dearly loved bottle of Murff's Magic Mix seasoning in the oven so the dishwasher repairman wouldn't see it and think you a less than satisfactory housekeeper. Because for the dishwasher repairman to think you allow a dirty popcorn bowl to sit idle on your kitchen counter is unfortunate, however not quite as unfortunate as this.This concludes today's lesson. Class dismissed.

Dear Congress,

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

A deeply beloved blogger friend of mine, Queen Shenaynay, had this to say to Congress this morning:

Dear Congress,

"Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom."~ Albert Einstein
To which I reply, amen and amen.

Punxsutawney Phil, you better watch your back!

Monday, February 2, 2009

I am in NO MOOD to be told that I will have six more weeks of winter. NO MOOD AT ALL! That varmint, Punxsutawney Phil, has it in for me and he doesn't seem to know who he's dealing with.


I, Lady Why, am SICK of winter! I'm SICK of sickness which is winter's thuggish side kick, Guido. I'm SICK of the brown lifeless landscape which is winter's loser Cousin Vinnie. And, I'm SICK of big bulky unflattering clothing which is one of winter's nameless underlings.

Winter, you have worn out your welcome and while I am so thankful it's finally the shortest month of the year and the last month of winter, (well, basically...I know most of March is still winter but I choose to live in denial about that) for a furry overgrown rat to taunt me with the promise of six more weeks of winter makes me want to set out the world's largest RAT TRAP!

You got that, Punxsutawney Phil?! Now, are you sure you saw your shadow? I didn't think so.

(Before I start getting PETA hate mail, I have to clarify that I am juuussst kidding! I am a lover of all animals and I would never actually do harm to Old Phil. You'd be surprised at the mail I get sometimes. I think I'll do a blog post soon on the beautiful literary tool of sarcasm. It's so misunderstood.)

HOPE

Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Lord has many ways He uses to encourage me and give me hope. Here are just a few things that have brought me a great deal of hope today.


Some need no explanation.
Today is a sunny mid-60 degree day. You all know what a balm to my winter-weary soul mid-60's can be! I am celebrating... in my heart. My body will catch up later.These are the servant girls spoken of in Proverbs 31. Ladies, I don't know what I would do without you. Nothing brings a song to my heart like the first bloom of my forsythia! Spring is coming! Yesss!!
Sun. The natural sanitizer.
I planted 140 daffodil bulbs in the fall because the Lord knew I would need to see this today!
Oh, inventor of Phenergan, I would kiss you square on the forehead if I knew who you were. You, sir, are the bees' knees as far as I'm concerned. I nominate you for the Nobel Peace Prize. You bring peace and comfort to the lives of mothers everywhere.
Last but not least, I have a broken dishwasher. I have had a broken dishwasher for four weeks now. Don't ask. You don't want to hear it. Trust me. They tell me I'll have a fixed dishwasher on Tuesday but I've heard that song and dance before so I'm not buying it. At any rate, a broken dishwasher and a week of stomach virus do not equal a clean kitchen. Until today. What a sight for sore eyes this is! Now if I could just recruit someone to put them all away.
For all my dramatics I must confess to feeling much more myself today... hence, two blog posts. And, on a Sunday! But, we're not out of the woods yet. This nasty bug is cantankerous and lives to bring me to my knees. I'm still at war with this pestilence.

Prayers for the healing of those that are sick, continued recovery for those that have been sick and deliverance for those not yet sick are requested, coveted and MOST appreciated.

Dying vs. wishing you were dead

There is a difference. I think I'm past both of those. But, don't quote me. I'm reserving the right to change my mind.

A rare Sunday post from a rarely sick blogger. Who would have thought that a woman with gallons upon gallons of germ gell would get sick? It happens. Unfortunately. Sickness is the bane of my existence and I don't appreciate it. If I can get up some gumption, I plan to spend my Sunday morning Cloroxing my house from top to bottom. Then I will start over and do it again. There may be some bargaining with the Lord going on at the same time.

I shall return to regular blogging, complaining, and other hilarity once this stomach bug leaves the building.

Because I am a 'glass half full' kind of gal, I can at least say this stomach virus has done wonders for my diet. However, I don't recommend it. I'd rather be fat than sick.

Returning to the recliner now.