Boots and Panties

Like that title? Well, there is a story. My darling husband called yesterday at 10:00 and asked if I could be ready to go to Fla. in one hour? What? Yesterday was my day to do laundry. I know I hate it and I let it pile up. All my jeans were dirty. I was out of town last week-end. Give me a break. So I put on the cleanest dirty pair to wear and grabbed two pair that needed to be washed. We do have a washer and dryer in Fla. Off we go. As I was riding down the road, I kept noticing spot on my jeans. When we got here last night I changed into PJs and loaded my jeans in the washer. Fred kept asking "Whats that noise?". "Are you washing clothes?" We also turned on the ice maker and it added its tune to the noise. After a great nights sleep, waking up to a beautiful spring morning that was warm and nice, I got in the shower. Before the shower I had to take some pictures of the white egret on our dock. I showered, dried my hair, brushed my teeth and went into the bedroom to dress. I put on my undies and pink t-shirt and then it dawned on me. Where are my jeans? Of course in the dryer, wet. What's a girl to do? I had my underwear, shirt and my brown UGG's. So for the next hour I have been wearing my t-shirt and UGG's. Do I feel like Kate Hudson. I can pretend that I have those nice shapely legs that she has. I do have the blue eyes and blond hair. Two out of three is not so bad. You guys should try it someday. The UGGs are great. If you do not own a pair you need to. But, it's the Kate Hudson part that is the most funny. Anyway my jeans will be dry soon and it will be back to the Queen of the World. And as Queen of the World I can do anything and be anything in my own mind! Have a fun day.
Boots, Panties and Kate Hudson Legs

Help Pick a Color

I have been working really hard to get my scrapbook room in some kind of order. I am going to get Fred to build me some built ins to house everything. Now the big question is what color. When I started my scrapbook area it was already painted and was ready to go. Now I want to repaint and redecorate just for me. The question is what color or what color combination? I need your help. The cabinets will be white. I need a wall color and one or two accessory colors. Please help.

Fred and I left today to run down to Fla. to check the work on the house. We will be back on Saturday. I have to be home to go to my Scrap Club Meeting on Sunday. I can not miss it. It's Jamie's birthday. I am really looking forward to it. I told my honey that I had to be home one Sunday.

Let me know what you think on color.

Missing N Action

Yes, I have been missing from blogging. I was out of town with Cousins, Aunt, Step Mom and new friends for the week-end. We rented a motor home a drove to Mississippi to gamble. We had a great time. I met some of the nicest people. We gambled, ate, drank, talked, laughed and all of the listed all over again. Betty hit the Jack Pot on a nickel slot machine. She had 100,000 nickels or $5,000.00. They came and paid her on the spot, fifty 100 dollar bills. Then she won $1,000.00 on a penny slot machine. All on the first night we got there. We always have so much fun on our girl trips. We call our trips the "G3". "Girls Gotta Get Away" Anyway the trip was great. It is always fun to shake your life up a little bit.

I am still working in my scrapbook room with "Sort, Organize and Throw Away". My new paper towers are up and all my paper is sorted and filed. My Basic Grey collection took up one tower and one tray on the next one. I love the towers. My paper looks so neat and organized. I may even use it. I want to order another "Clip-It" to store all my clear stamps on. I need to find a place where I can see the top ring. As I am sorting, I am thinking about what cabinets I want Fred to make for me. I want to really put so thought into it. I need for every inch to work.

Hope everyone had a great and fun week-end. I have to get my lay-out for this week done. Lots to do and so little time. "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date. No time to say good-bye, hello. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late" from Alice in Wonderland. My Mom used to say this all the time.

Hook On Pioneer Woman

I admitt, I am hooked on Coffessions of a Pioneer Woman. My dear scrap friends have turned me on to the blog. This blog could put Barnes and Noble out of business. Ree, (Pioneer Woman), started this blog in 2005. From listening to scrap friends I had to go back and start from the begining. Her life and story is wonderful. Ree's talent for writting is spell binding. I could sit and read for hours. I can't look at this blog during the day. I would spend the whole day reading. She is also a accomplished photographer. Her pictures are amazing. She has shared with us her use of Photoshop. We are all looking forward to her new blog on how to use Photoshop. I can't wait. I may have to figure out a way to strap my lap top to my head. The subject of her husband "Marlboro Man" is a post all it's own. You guys need to check this man out. He, his pesky brother and all his fellow cowboys are worth a good pant. I tell you, check it out. I wonder if she ever gets "Marlboro Man" to wear his chaps naked. Check it out! That's a question for "Ask Ree?". I have found myself at 2:00 AM reading this blog. Last night I was just about to fall asleep reading. If you do check out Confessions of a Pioneer Woman at least go back to Sept. 6, 2006. That's where she starts telling the story of how she meet Marlboro Man. She will rename this story "Black Pumps and Tractor Wheels". Make sure you finish your latest novel before you log on. You will not want to stop. Promise.

Queen of the World

Goooood Morning Friends & Family, Our nice warm spring weather only lasted for 2 days. The weather is still crystal clear but the wind is cold. That's Georgia weather for you. It loves to tease you.

I know you are wondering about the picture. My scrap buddies and I were at an Event in B'ham, Al. That was yours truly making sure we were the first to go in and have great seats. You know me, always the oldest child and in charge. Thats me.

I want to be Queen of the world. I want to be every where, do everything, have everything, be the best at every thing, be first, just be the Queen of the World. I am not selfish. I will take anyone along with me. Do you want to join my merry band of Queens? At 50, I want to skate through life living and enjoying everything it has to offer.

This week-end is a great example. I am going to Mississippi with a bunch of girls for a girl trip. Then on the other hand my scrapbook buddies are taking a field trip to Achiever's for scrapbook shopping and lunch and a day filled with fun and laughter. See! I want to do it all.

My children are very famillar with my Magic Wand. When they were little and wanted something that was impossible to do. I would tell them that my Magic Wand was in the shop. IT IS STILL IN THE SHOP. Maybe I need to find a new fix-it shop.

If I was Queen of the World and had my Magic Wand I could do everything. See how it works.

I could also wake up skinny. That would be great. Go to bed fat and out of shape and wake up skinny and toned. See! If I was Queen of the World and had my Magic Wand!

Oh well, I'll get over it. I've lasted this long just being me and happy with that. But it is fun to think about being Queen of the World and having a Magic Wand. What about you? What would you do if you were Queen of the World and your Magic Wand was not in the shop? Let me know. Have a great and wonderful day. Just know that your slightly crazier friend is doing the same.

Lay Out of the Week 1

Week 1 and I am on schedule. HAL*LE*LU*JAH!! I am not very good at keeping schedules, but one week in and one lay-out down. Last February, Debra planned to take her daughter on a Scrapbook Cruise for Jamie's 30th birthday. I kinda hedged in on the trip, found a roommate (Deb), and off we went. We had a marvelous time. We explored the island during the day and took classes at night. It was a wonderful 7 days and 7 night. We all could have thrown main land life to the wind and become island bums. The weather was perfect. Our poor babies back home were freezing in rain and snow. The little island hoppers were basking in the sun, sipping on the drink of the day. Poor Us!!!!! What more can I say. IT WAS GREAT!!

Celebrate the Day

I wish I could share this day with all of my family and friends. I would love to have a big outdoor party with food, music, love and laughter. No, I have not been smoking the wackie weed this morning. I do not have on tie-dye pants. But, this morning when I took the dogs outside the day is just glorious. At 7:30Am it is sunny with clear blue skies and it is not cold. Almost like a spring morning. Of course it is still February and tomorrow we could wake up to snow. Today is one of those days. It is a day that I walk into the back yard and sing to myself "This is the day that the Lord hath made, I will be rejoice and be glad in it". Thank God for this beautiful day. Enjoy your family today and the world around you. You will be glad tonight that you did. Of course you could show up at my house with food, music, love and laughter and we could party.

It's Valentines Day what better time than today for me to introduce you to my Honey. We have know each other for 34 years. I first noticed him in high school. My best friend (Lynn Thorn) and I had home room together at the back of the school. Almost every morning, during home room, I would notice a blonde haired boy come flying in to the school parking lot, jumping up on a concert divider in a stars and stripe jeep, wearing Levi's, white shirt and a demin jacket. Of course he was late for school. He only lived maybe 4 block away. I ask Lynn "Who is that boy?" She knew he well because they were born on the same day at the same hospital. They had been crib mates, Elementary School buddies and High School Buddies. We talked and I told her how cute he was and I would like to go out with him. This all took place in the fall. Freddy was very shy and it took him awhile to ask me out. The first time he tried, he walked up to my car and knelt down on the ground to talk. Liz and I were sitting in the car talking and laughing. I turned around and he was there and I was laughing. He got up and walked away because he thought I was laughing at him. Lynn found me and asked "What did you do to Freddy?". Of course I told her the whole story. It took him several months before he would ask again. We dated our senior year. After graduation, we just went our seperate ways. I never forgot the love I felt for this kind and gentle young man. Sereval years later I was at Lynn's house at Lake Lanier. She had married and had two little girls. When I got there she told me that Freddy had just left. I told her to have him call me and maybe we could get together. He called and it was like we had never been apart. When we got married, I was 23 and he was 24, He told me that I was the only person that he had ever loved. That he would always love me and that we would be married forever. The young blonde haried, blue eyed boy that I feel in love with is the same man that I love today. We have built a successful business, raised two children and had alot of fun over the past 27 years. There are times that I could kill him and not bat an eye. But where would I be without him? He is rock, my partner and the love of my life. On this day of hearts and flowers, I can only say that "I love You".

Now through out this blog you may hear a different song but remember he is my love.

Goals for 2008

Okay, I can hear it now. I know it is not Jan., when you are suspose to do all of this. Please do remember that I just started this blog or diary the first of Feb. So I am alittle behind. I will pretend that there are only 11 months in this year. It's my blog, my goals and my words to live by. So I can make up all the rules. Sound good? See I told you this was going to be fun. If only I could legally print out money. My magic wand is still in the shop being repaired. I know my mind is wandering again. Back to Goals.

My goal this year is to complete a layout a week for my on personal self. Not to give away but put in a book for me. It can be about anything but it has to go in my scrapbook. Now to what is a layout. One great passion in life at the moment is "Scrap Booking". I am seriously addicted. I have SCRAK. Big Time. Yes, My name is Chere Mortense and I am addicted to scrap booking. Who goes a cruise to Hawaii with Lisa Bernson, editor of Creative Keepsakes magazine, to scrap? Who goes on scrap book field trips. Who goes to Scrap Book University? Who goes to Ala., Tenn., and Conn. for classes? Me and 3 of the most wonderful friends anyone could ever have. Met and made through scrap booking. I wake up, eat, and dream scrap booking. But it is a harmless hobby and I love it.

What is a lay out? It is a 1 to 2 page spread that I have created about the subject of my choice. It can include pictures of an activity or an event. It should tell a story. It is my history or my families history. One day I would like to do my past history. Hopefully my children will pass my scrapbooks down to their children. I hope that they will look at them and know who and what I was. My interest, hobbies, travels, my loves, just my life.

I will post my lay-outs on this blog for all to see. That way I have to be accountable. Boy I am really racking up the stuff to be accountable for. I have sort-organize-throw away and now I have lay-out of the week.

If I am falling down on the job, please let me know.

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.