New Year Resolution

My New Year Resolution for 2008 is "SORT-ORGANIZE-THROW AWAY". I feel like my house is growing on top of me. Everywhere I look there of piles of junk. Most piles are made up of things that we no longer have a place for. My family cleans out their car and everything goes in the garage. I clean the garage and they fill it up. My husband love to order on the internet. We have a steadie stream of packages delievered daily. Some of them get put downstairs until he remembers that he ordered them. Weeks later he will ask, where is this? Or did I get something from Amazon? His idea of cleaning his office is to put boxes of stuff in the unfinished side of the basement. Do not get me wrong. I am just as guilt. The guest bedroom is my storage place or the dining room. I will buy something for Fla. or the next holiday and in the guest bedroom it goes. I can close the door and not think about it. Out of site, Out of mind. The kids use the living room for their dumping ground or the top of the landing going up stairs. They will also climb over piles of their stuff that I put on the stair to go up stairs. I do keep the family room and kitchen pretty pile free except for the magazines. They add a comforting decorators touch. A fashion statement. HA! The girls just have tennis balls, toys, chewies, little blankets and dog beds everywhere. I also have a wonderful angel from heaven who come 2 day "not 1 but 2 days" a week who tries to clean. Sometimes I do not how she does it. But she can make messy piles look like neat piles. Heaven forbid if she should ever one day throw her hands up in the air and quit. The girls meet her at the back door barkings and growling, jumpint up on her legs, attacking. She laughs and reaches down and pats them.

You should by now be thinking to yourself that you will never visit the house of mess. The only good thing I can say about it is that it is clean. Thanks to my Angel. So back to my New Years Resolution, SORT-ORGANIZE-THROW AWAY. This will also require taking the piles of junk somewhere. Did I mention that I hate garage sales.

To keep myself on track, (you remember the 50 words and wandering mind), to keep myself on track I will post a monthly upday on SORT-ORGANIZE-THROW AWAY. Hopefully by 2009 I will have a less cluttered, more organized house. (This could requie moving and leaving everything behind. Start over.)

Words for '50"

On May the 27th 2007, I celebrated my 50th birthday. It sound so old. A half of a century. You are able to join AARP but not old enough for a senior citizen discount. I refuse to get old. Where is the fun in that? What comes to mind are the Words of Fifty and there meanings. Suddenly some words at 50 take on a different meaning.

casual fit or relaxed fit- it means there is more room in the thighs and hips, normally made of a strench fabric and more room in the hips or thighs.

any number with a W attached- this is womens, I thought I was always a women but now I am shopping in womens. Where was I shopping before? W attached mean more room in the hips and thighs. Don't get confused this is also true with Casual Fit. One good thing about the "Womens", I wear the smallest size in that department.

panty liners or shields- Now I really do not need these but. You may need them if you cough, sneeze, laugh to hard, pick up something heavy, bend over. They also offer you the security of feeling fresh.

prostrate exam- you want to do what? to who? where? I don't think so and you want me to pay you money? you know the up the butt test. why would anyone want to take picture of my colon or prostrate. Why not at 60,70 or better yet 80. Sounds good to me.

Blood Test-they are okay, not good and not bad. they need work. at 50 they can make you worry about them.

weight- to heavy, out of control, bad range for your heart.

excerise- is it to late to start? you think you really should. I hate to excerise. All the magazine say walk around the block. how boring can that get. pounding the pavement looking at the same old house you can see from your car. Go figure. I can also tell you, I have watched Jane Fonda excerise for years. She has not helped me yet.

history- seems like I've lived through alot of it. I can say "I remember that". Or I was alive when that happened. Or you mention that you were here or doing this or that when an event happened. You have alot of history.

remember- remember what? I can't remember my own name or phone number sometimes. How am I supose to remember anything else.

notes- I have them everywhere. I have notes to remind me to read my notes. When I leave the house I have notes on where I am going and what to do when I get there.

attention span- mine is short. My mind wanders. I say my prayes and find myself thinking about something else in the middle of my prayers. Is it attention or the devil makes me do it. See are we talking about attention or prayers?

For anyone out there who is 50 or older maybe some words are taking on a different meaning for you. Let me know. I am sure that I will add to this list.

Picking Up Little Kids

I love to talk to little kids. Especially while standing in line. Normally the Mothers are trying to get them to stay with them, stand still, stop doing this or stop doing that, and on and on and on. So for me it is always fun to try to talk to them while waiting. Well that has changed. I am going to hold back from talking to anymore little kids. I can't take the guilt. I know you are saying what the yeck. Here it is. On Wednesday, while standing in line waiting to check out at Joanns there was the cutest little boy with a blanket sitting in a buggy in front of me. He was hungry and wanted to leave. So being me, I started talking to him. His Mom and Grandmother were with him. I first asked him if I could have his blanket. He promptly answered NO. I told him the story about my sons blanket and that it was still in a drawer in his room. Dusty is 21. But this little boy, named Joe, was not ready to give his up. His Mother and I started talking. I learned that Joe was the youngest of 5. He wanted to get out of the buggy and his Mom took him out. Bad move on her part. He wanted this and that. All NO NO NO NO. He layed on the floor only to the threat that if he did not stand up he would have to get back in the buggy. He decided to be good. Of course, here goes big mouth talking to him again. He asked me if I had a dog that he has a puppy. I told him that I had 4 dogs. A Lab, 2 Cocker Spaniels and a Chiawauwau. (spelled wrong again) (I need to look that up. Maybe someone can help) Joe and I talked about the dogs and how they loved to play. By this time his Mother was moving ahead to check out. Joe asked me if he could go home with me and play with my dogs. I said yes but that he would have to ask his Mom. Bad choice of words. Mr. Joe skipped up to his Mom and starting asking if he could go home with me. She told him that he couldn't because of his car seat. He skipped back to me and said that we would have to get his car seat. I responded with "but Joe your Mom is really going to miss you". He said that was okay as he skipped back to his Mom. By this time I had to get in another line to check out. I could hear Joe pleding his case. This little guy really wanted to go home with me. Who would have thought he would go. I really do not think that he was 3 but I could hear them talking about. His Mom was saying how everyone would miss him and that his puppy was at home and Daddy was coming home, etc. etc, etc.,. By this time he was begining to wail. I mean loud. He as ready to go home with me. I was checking out and trying to get out of there as fast as I could. I felt awful. How was I to know that little Joe would really want to go with me. HELP I left the store to the sound of poor little Joe wailing and crying his little eyes out. The pain and guilt I felt. I throw my stuff in the back of the car. A nice lady next to me asked if she could take my cart back and I was so glad. I was trying to get out of there before Joe made it to the parking lot. I was telling the lady about Joe. Another lady was leaving the store who had saw the whole show and was laughing. She said that he was still begging, wailing and crying. I am telling the whole parking lot how sorry I am and how bad I felt. I promptly jumped in my car and got out of Dodge. I felt like the worst person in the world. That little boys wails were still ringing in my ears. Little kids can rip your heart out. Of course they recover and we still fell bad. I made a pack with myself that I would not talk to little kids again. I left Joanns and went to Walgreens. While waiting in line to get my medicine lo and behold. In a buggy in front of me is the cutest little girl in a purple warm up suit with pig tails. She looked like a valentine. I could not resist. She was with her Grandfather. I had to say hello. I did not go near the subject of going home with anyone. We had a nice converstion. As I left the store she waved with that cute little kid hand and said good-bye in an angels voice. I just can't help talking to them but I will stay off the subject of dogs and going home. See what "The Girls" can get me into.

The Girls

Let me introduce you to the girls. This is Dixie. She is a little beat in my heart healed my broken heart when my other cocker died. Dixie will be 7 years old this year. She is obcessed with tennis balls always has one in her mouth. She wakes up with one, goes outside to the potty, barks, attacks, anything she does there is always a tennis ball. Dixie is my sweetheart.
Next and the youngest is Bella. When our daughter moved home from Auburn, Bella moved with her. My husband fell in love and we stole Bella away. She is the real priss in our family. Bella is the boss and in charge. She is true to her breed, a 6 pound lap dog. Bella is very protective of anything that is hers. Me, Fred, dog beds, chairs, toys, cheweys, basically the whole house, yard and everything in them. Her nick name is "Rats".
Katie is the oldest of the group and the most layed back. We got her for Dusty when he was 13. She was going to be a boy's dog. One who would go to the farm and ride on stuff, love the shooting range and anything a boy would want to do. Wrong! She is such a pud. If she thinks you are not paying enough attention to her she cries. She tries to sit in your lap. If one of the other dog growls at her or takes something away from her she runs to me to save her. She loves to play outside with a soccer ball. Her nick name is "Big Bag" or "Baby" and she lives up to that name. She is the sweetest, most perfect dog we have ever owned. Katie never does anything to get in trouble.

"The Girls" truly run our household. The are our kids since ours have grown up. They love to play and be loved. We laugh at them all the time. The three of them can do some funny things. They love to go to Fla. and play at the beach. I tell them to go get in the golf cart and off they go. Katie and Dixie love the ocean. If I do not throw the ball in the water they will stand in it and wait. Bella loves to race up and down the beach. They love to chase the sea gulls. I go to the beach with dry clean dogs and return with tongues hanging, wet, sandy, happy dogs. They do not even mind a bath when we come back.

I know this took alittle time but now when you read about "the girls, the dogs, Katie, Dixie or Bella" you will know who you are reading about.

One side note, We also have a granddog named Molly. I'll talk about her later.

I Am Now a Blogger

To be or not to be a Blogger? That is the question. I am new to the world of blogging but it looks like fun. I am not sure who will look at this blog but I hope they can laugh at the world of Miss Priss and her family and friends. First of all the name Miss Priss. This was given to me by my very dear scrapbook friend. She says I am a true southern bell and I guess some what of a priss. The name "Miss Priss". I am 50, one half of a century. It sounds old but I am not old. I have a complete list of words for 50 and meaning that I will post later. I am married to Fred and we have two children, Marlee 25 and Dusty 21. Marlee is still trying to find herself and Dusty is a student at Savannah College of Art and Design. We are also the proud parents of the "Girls". The girls are Katie a black lab, 8yrs old, Dixie a brown and white cocker spaniel 7yrs old and Bella a brown and white chiwhuawhua (spelled wrong) 3yrs old. We also have a granddog Molly a buff cocker 6yrs old. The girls let us live at our house. They tell us when it is time to play, got out side, play some more, eat and play some more. Anyway I hope you will enjoy learning about my family present and past as I post my FOLLIES.