I'm going to work here and there at putting up the old entries, as I miss having them there.  I am not reading them or correcting them, just copying them from one file to the other, because if I read them I'm sure most of them would not go back up.

Tracey called me to harass me into updating the other day, so, I guess I have no choice but to update.  She whines, whines, whines, yet never joins my notify list.  Hmmm,  if she'd just look to the right, add her email address and go, she'd know when I update.

That's okay, though.  Tracey's allowed to harass me, it does motivate me to update.

Last weekend was the Women of the Moose Christmas Bazaar.  I worked by sitting on my butt, taking money from kids for the lollipop tree.  Okay, let me explain the lollipop tree.  First you collect good condition stuffed animals in all shapes, sizes, types, sort them by size.

Then you take lollipops, and assign a color to each size of animal.  You color the tip of the stick in one of the colors then shove them all in a styrofoam tree base.  For $1.00 the kids get to pick two lollipops, and if they choose one with a colored tip (more colored than non helps to sell them) they get to choose a stuffed animal in that corresponding color.

Kids (and adults) love this.  It's a great, easy fundraiser especially as part of a bazaar.

Now, as I was saying that was my weekend, the week before was filled with a sick nephew (actually nephews, poor kids) and me with a cold.

Which brings me to tonight.  I've been watching Kyrsie for Katie at night.  Right now she's firmly planted in my bed, after telling me "Pooh, I peep on Honey's side of the bed."  Which translated means, "Aunt Suzy, I'm going to sleep on Uncle Tony's side of the bed, since he's not here."  

Yes, she calls him honey.  It's what I call him and she is stuck on it.  It's awfully damn cute, and I tend not to discourage it.  I'm also Aunt Pooh.  She can say Sue, now, but much prefers Pooh.  

Most of the evening was spent tickling her and giggling with her, then helping her to go to sleep.  She was sitting beside me, head resting on me, eyes barely open, and still stating that she was staying up to watch cartoons with me.  

Eventually she settled into the pillows unable to resist the siren song of the blankets.  Of course, she's now taking up the vast majority of the bed.  How a 37 pound child can take up a bed that holds two, umm, overgrown, adults is beyond me.

Moving on, right now I'm reading Bridget Jones' Diary and I am not impressed.  In fact, Bridget is one of the most annoying fucking female characters I have ever read about.  Oh, you weigh 129 pounds, it's time to commit suicide.  Yeah, dumb ass do that guy who is an asshole then whine about it.

I wish she'd shut the fuck up.  And no, I won't bother with renting the movie, as I'd rather punch myself in the head over and over again than to sit through a live person playing her dumb ass.

Not that it will stop me from finishing the book.  There are very few books that I have started but not finished.  It will be finished then tossed to someone else who might enjoy it.  

Don't get me wrong, normally I love chick lit, this is just above the lines of Harlequin romances, though.  And only because she hasn't gotten the guy to propose, yet.  If she does, then I'm burning it.  
 
 

Suzy Smith