Pictures worth a thousand words
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Last Sunday Mom, Troy and myself went to a fantastic exhibit at the Ohio Historical Society. From April 25th through July 25th they are featuring “Caught in the Moment” the Pulitzer Prize Winning Photographs from 1942 through the present.
I cannot say enough about how amazing this exhibit is. Each of the pictures has been reproduced and enlarged. Next to the photograph itself is a placard that tells the story of the photo and its photographer.
In addition to the pictures, there is a video presentation. The video features an extended look behind six of the award winning pictures. There are interviews with the photographers and others who were witness to the event at hand. One of the photographs highlighted in the video is the 1964 winner, of Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald.
As I walked through the exhibit looking at the pictures and reading the placards, I recognized many of the photos. Some of them are iconic images in American history, pictures like the Oswald photo, the shooting at Kent State, the returning of Vietnam POW’s to their families.
The photographs are in order chronologically, moving through them I of course recognized many of the more recent ones from seeing them in the paper and on television in my lifetime. The rescue of Baby Jessica, the forced taking of Cuban refugee Elian Gonzalez, The Oklahoma City bombing, the shooting at Columbine high school, and of course the fireball exploding out of Tower Two on September 11th.
So many of the pictures are as heart breaking, as they are breath taking. My favorite picture is the winner from 1984.
Anthony Suau of the Denver Post was awarded for two different sets. One was a series that shows a depiction of the starving children in Ethiopia and for a single shot of a woman in a cemetery at her husbands’ grave on Memorial Day.
It is the Memorial Day picture that brought me to tears.
The picture depicts a widow sitting next to the grave of her husband. She has her arms wrapped around the grave marker and is just holding on to it with such a strength. Below her arms you can see that the stone is inscribed with all the wars that her husband had been involved in, World War II, Korea, Vietnam etc. This man had been a lifelong dedicated solider and this woman had spent a lifetime loving him and most assuredly waiting for him to come home safe.
The photographer had been in the cemetery shooting Memorial Day events for the local paper, when he had the shots he wanted he began to walk away and that was when he saw the widow. She was hugging the grave, she stopped, then reached out and did it again, and he snapped his picture. When you look at this picture you can see the lifetime of love this woman and her husband shared.
If you are in the Columbus Ohio area, you need to make the time to visit this exhibit.
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Jun 28 08 No Comments | Read MoreSoap Opera Coma
I was sitting at my very teacher-esq desk at school the other day, looking around at the pile of papers, homework and tests I need to grade, the pile of stuff I need to copy, the state standards I need to consult before writing the new lessons I need to teach, and wondering how I am going to get it all in by April 21st…T Day. (The first of 5 days of standardized testing for 4th and 5th grade in Ohio)
As I reached for the pile to grade, I felt my eye begin to twitch. I thought to myself “Oh, great! Just what I need now.” Later in the hallway I was complaining about my stupid twitching eye and a fellow teacher says to me, “ oh, that is a sign of stress and fatigue.” Great! Even better.
I have been eye twitching for a few days now, and last night, completely unprovoked, my twitching eye begin to water… tear after tear after tear was falling down my cheek. I looked over at Troy and said
“ Wonderful my darn twitching eye has decided to cry. I don’t have time for a complete breakdown, so my left eye has decided to do it for me. Tomorrow it was probably be so depressed it won’t be able to get out of bed and then due to constant stress it will slip into an eye coma… I will have to wear a patch.”
Troy, who is used to my drama-humor when I am upset or annoyed with something laughed as I continued to describe the perils of having to live your life while one of your eyes is in a coma.
Later I was talking to my best friend and I told her I was so stressed out right now that my eye was twitching non-stop. Between the daily life of a teacher, add to it, a union and school board struggling in the public eye to reach a new contract, being evaluated as an individual for job renewal by an administrator that I am unsure of, desperately trying to find the energy to finish a long over due graduate project, needing to finish said project by an ever looming deadline, so I can renew my license with the state, so that I can legally have the job that is being evaluated in the district with a public union/school board struggle.
All of this is enough to send any eye into a twitching frenzy, and none of this even counts what is going on in my personal life.
Thankfully I have a wonderful husband, a solid marriage, and the dog is much more calm than she used to be.
Shannan (the afore mentioned best friend) said I needed to rest, and that maybe I should consider a full on coma not just an eye coma.
I said if I were going to go into a coma, I’d go into a soap opera coma. This is the kind of coma, where you lie in a comfortable bed, surrounded by flowers, and attractive medical staff. You are in nice silk pajamas, with your hair and make-up done perfectly. You have no medical equipment hooked up to you except for the tiny plastic tube that lies under your nose so you can breath pure oxygen. I think this would be great. Especially since no one will have to visit my coma bedside to admit they secretly love me, or tried to murder me, resulting in the coma. Soap Opera comas are the best; because they always solve whatever looming problem the character was involved in prior to the coma. Everyone in the immediate world of the coma victim is so happy when the coma victim awakes, that everything else seems to just take care of itself. This is the kind of coma I want to take part in…. but then again wouldn’t we all?
During my Soap Opera coma someone will finish my project, the contract issues to be resolved, and Troy will finish hanging the new light fixtures in the house… wait scratch that last one, I may never wake up if I have to wait for that.
(Sorry honey!)
Sweet Potato Disaster 2007
Mom calls me a couple weeks before Thanksgiving, and asks me if I would be willing to make the sweet potato casserole. My first thought was “ick.. no!” but she convinces me to do it. I don’t like sweet potato casserole, which I know puts me into a minority but hey, what else is new?
So two nights before Thanksgiving we go to the store and buy the ingredients… which was my first mistake. I went to a cooking website to get a recipe, and the one I chose listed fresh sweet potatoes.. not canned, and since I don’t ever cook with sweet potatoes, I didn’t know that I was already headed down a path to disaster.
The recipe called for 3 large potatoes. I needed to double the recipe (due to the mass amount of people who come to moms for turkey day). So when we went to the store and found before us a large table filled with HUGE sweet potatoes, we decided to buy the three biggest ones we could, A. because they were hysterically large, and B. it would keep us from having to buy six.
So, bright and early on Thursday I got up and began to prepare the casserole. The directions say to bake the potatoes for one hour, then mash, peel skins and and mix in other ingredients.
Seems simple enough… and yet… it was not.
I baked, and baked, and baked and baked and baked… and my giant sweet potato would not soften. I cut them apart, thinking they were too huge and needed to be smaller.. nope didn’t work.
I finally had to call me mom and tell her she was out of luck.
You can see what happened to my sweet potatoes…..
Well, so much for making to try to make something I dislike. HA!
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Dec 29 07 No Comments | Read MoreYou Look Awful
So, I am sorry, but I need a minute on the soapbox. Usually I try to keep these kind of rants between myself, and either my husband or my best friend, but in this case I feel I need to share with you the public not only to get it off my chest, but maybe, just maybe to help inform and therefore keep some other unsuspecting person from being as thoroughly insulted as I was.
Now, I understand that for the most part, we live in a caring community and have people around us who care about our general well being. Granted, the guy in the cube next to you, isn’t up nights wondering if you are happy or not, but he will notice when you have the flu, and express some sort of concern. This is a nice and neighborly thing to do. HOWEVER, the WAY said concern is expressed makes all the difference in the world.
For example, two Thursday’s ago; I began to not feel so well. I had a bit of a scratchy throat. As the days went on, I got worse. I went from scratchy throat, to sore on one side, to sore on both sides, to ear pain and a mild fever.
Now, because I am a schoolteacher and cannot afford to take a sick day every time I have a little bug, I immediately began to self medicate with Nyquil. By the end of the weekend, I was feeling better, well enough to go to work. Yes, I was tired, and yes I didn’t feel up to my usual sunny self. However, the last thing I needed was some “caring” person, to tell me how awful I looked.
I was “cared for” multiple times between Monday and Wednesday.
I was informed that I looked awful, must have a fever, looked terrible, and something is wrong.
WAIT! This all happened on Wednesday. Which was the day I was feeling better. So much better in fact that I had mistakenly told myself that morning I must have kicked the bug, and that I was better.
I guess I don’t spend enough time in front of the mirror. That or I have somehow become hideous without knowing.
Now upon reflection, I can fully admit that I too, in the past have approached a friend/family member/co-worker and expressed concern for their well being in the form of. “ Are you alright, you look____ (insert negative descriptive word) “
Well NO MORE MY FRIENDS! Having suffered this type of “caring” to the point of near tears, I will now make sure that I stand out, and instead of assuming a person is ill, upset, sad, tired etc.
I will show my outpouring of love, by starting with “ hey, how are you feeling?” then the person I care about can feel free to tell me themselves that they are feeling….. (Insert descriptive words here)
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Nov 27 07 No Comments | Read MoreWhy I Love The Fall
The feeling of fall is back in the air. Kids are all settled into a new school year, and leaves are beginning to change color and fall. Football season is firmly upon us, with tailgaters eating hot dogs, and hot chocolate. Parents are gearing up for Halloween and even some are already planning for Thanksgiving. I love the fall, and with all of its wonderful tastes and smells, holidays and rituals it is no wonder why.
But … while all of the afore mentioned things are wonderful, they are not the main reason I love the fall. No, I love the fall for one reason alone, TV.
I know it sounds bad that a teacher, of all people, is such a TV junkie, but my friends it is true. I love TV as much as I loathe Bottom Milk.
The new season brings so much promise. A chance to spend time again with old friends like Betty, Grissom, and Dexter as returning shows come back with new episodes. A chance to meet new friends, Detective Cruise, Dan, Nick, and Chuck as networks and cable channels alike bring out their newest stars.
When you love TV, like I do, you get connected to the show and its actors. So much so that when a favorite show goes off the air, you are heartbroken (sniff, I miss Veronica Mars). If you loved a show enough you are excited when actors from said show appear in other shows. Kristen Bell (Veronica Mars) will be joining the Heroes cast this season and I can’t wait! Nathan Fillion (Mal, from Firefly) is on Desperate Housewives, and so on.
Many times you give a new show a chance because of who is in it. Peter Krause (Nathan from six feet under) is in a new show called Dirty Sexy Money. Admittedly, a dumb title, but Peter was enough of a draw for me to tune in and give the show a chance. This is the same reason that Moonlight (Kevin Wiseman, and Jason Dohring), Life (Damian Lewis), Pushing Daisies (Kristen Chenoweth), Big Shots (Michael Vartan) and Gossip Girl (Voice over Kristen Bell) made it onto my DVR. Some of these shows will not last the season. Moonlight is tittering toward demise…. Too much like Angel (a beloved show) with out enough snap of its own to carry it.
Sometimes a new shows comes along, and I give it a chance because of one of the cast members, only to discover I don’t know how I lived with out it. This is true for me in the case of last years new Showtime show Dexter. This one would star Michael c. Hall, also of Six feet cred, AND Julie Benz who played Darla on both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. I was excited to see stuffy “David” and wild “Darla” together in a show that cast them in COMPLETELY different characters. Dexter is nothing like David, and Rita is the complete opposite of Darla. AND I LOVE IT. Right now Dexter is the best thing on television. That statement from a die hard LOST fan means something.
Right now my poor DVR is sweating under the amount of hard labor it endures each week to tackle my long list of new episodes. Chuck, Heroes, Dirty,Sexy,Money; Pushing Daisies, Big Shots, Gossip Girl, Life, Bionic Woman, Ugly Betty, CSI, Journeyman, Moonlight, Brothers and Sisters, Desperate Housewives, Cold Case, Without A trace, Dexter, Reaper… and I am sure I am forgetting a few. Some shows might get cut by the network due to ratings, like last years Studio 60 (Bradley Whitford.. yum!), others might continue in the quest for success, but will fall off of my radar, like the previously mentioned Moonlight.
The good news for a TV junkie like me, is the fact that cable channels, and even some networks, have realized that the TV junkie needs new shows all year round. Channels like Sci-fi have awesome shows like Battle Star Galactica, and USA kept me entertained this summer with Burn Notice (With Bruce Campbell, how can you go wrong!?) These shows keep me from going through complete withdraw during the summer while all my closest friends are on hiatus. So, laugh at me, shake your head if you will… but I have to go, my show is about to start.
‘Mixed’ feelings
I was getting ready for work the other day when I heard the voice of one Matt Lauer, Today Show Anchor, lilt from my room stating that we all needed to “Think before we Pink”.
As I often find myself thinking while watching the Today Show,
I said aloud, “What the hell is Lauer talking about now?”
I walked into the bedroom to watch a story about how much money is actually given to Breast Cancer Research when we purchase pink items. Okay Lauer, I thought, you have my attention.
The story went on to talk about a project of the Brest Cancer Action Group called “think before you pink”.
This campaign was launched in 2002 in response to the overwhelming amount of products that were pink or touting the pink ribbon. The campaign calls for more transparency and accountability by companies that take part in breast cancer fundraising, and encourages consumers to ask critical questions about pink ribbon promotions.
The report gave examples, the lids of yogurt containers; pink M&M’s, Tic-Tacs, nail files, lipstick, etc. The one that really caught my attention and gave me pause was the KitchenAid stand mixer.
I have one of these wonderful kitchen appliances, and I love it. Mine was a Christmas gift from my mom several years ago. My mixer is not a pink one, but I have always said that if I hadn’t been given my mixer as a gift, but was to buy one, I would choose a pink one.
Now, I am not so sure.
Each time a pink stand mixer made by KitchenAid is purchased; the company gives fifty dollars to the Susan G. Komen for the Cure foundation. WOW! A WHOLE FIFTY BUCKS! Out of the $399.00 it costs to buy one.
Part of me thinks, that if people are going to buy a mixer anyway, why not have some (even if it is a miniscule amount) go toward something worthy. Another part of me, feels that one would be better off to just send the fifty dollars to the foundation, and save myself the other $349.00…. hence my mixed (forgive the pun) feelings.
It is frustrating that so many of the pink products are aimed at women, and we buy into it thinking, we are getting our cake and eating it too. An impossibility that we all must pay more attention to.
So on the advice of Matt Lauer (something I rarely follow) I checked out the website put forth by the ‘TBYP’ campaign to see who else may be scamming us into purchasing their product for a good cause.
Some things listed were as lame as the 50 out of 400 deal with the mixer. Others weren’t so bad. For example the Georgia-Pacific Consumer Products brand of Quilted Northern Ultra toilet paper will donate 50 cents to Susan G. Komen for the Cure foundation for every proof of purchase collected and mailed in from specially marked pink ribbon packages of Quilted Northern Ultra, up to a maximum of $500,000.
The Price for consumers is $2.99 (and up depending on how much TP you buy at once) plus the postage. Not really a bad deal. You the consumer have to put a little work into it, but not much more than what you would have to do to give the money directly to the foundation and skip the toilet paper purchase.
There were several other companies who set up their donation like this one. Consumers purchase an item, and mail in a UPC, or lid and the company turns around and donates the money.
So in the end, am I any less “mixed” up about this donation to a good cause through purchase of a product? Not really. I still believe that if the consumer wants to buy a $399.00 mixer, why not buy the pink one and help a good cause in the process.
However… why is it that a company that can make a product so well that is worth the $399.00 dollars to buy it, can’t give more than fifty dollars?
Check it out for yourself:
http://www.thinkbeforeyoupink.org/Pages/ParadeOfPink.html
Maybe I am way off in my feelings on this; maybe I should just shut up and be happy that some companies care enough to even donate any money to the cause…. And maybe if we point it out, someone in those caring companies will say, “ hey why are we only giving 12% (forgive my rough math) of the pink profit, maybe next year we can give 20.. or 25.. or even 50% that way more money goes to the cause, maybe finding a cure sooner, and then they won‘t need our money and we can have it all to ourselves… or maybe give it to another worthy cause….
Well a girl can dream can’t she?
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Oct 11 07 No Comments | Read MoreEveryone’s Gotta…..
So I was chatting up some friends the other day, and the conversation turned to the silly subject of nicknames. We have all received the email about how to find out your porn name, (Erin Edler) your star wars name, (Katsebring of Ortho-novum 777) and your captain underpants name (Flunky Giggle-Chunks)
And while this is all in good fun, and usually a good laugh, I think my favorite is not so much looking at yourself, but looking at the others in the world around you and deciding on the Inner Muppet.
What is an inner muppet you ask? Well simply put, it is the Muppet character you most relate to. Some people are a Fozzy Bear, always telling unfunny jokes, but in such a loveable way. You wouldn’t blink an eye if the Fozzy Bear in your life suddenly said “wacka wacka wacka”… because for Fozzy, that is normal.
My inner Muppet is a two-parter. I myself identify more with Statler (or Waldorf) the old geezers who heckle the show from the balcony. This fits me to a tee.
However my fried Jodi says I remind her of Dr. Teeth.
WHO? The Leader of the Electric Mayhem band. We meet him in the original Muppet Movie. He is sweet, he is loud, and he has a huge smile…. Just like me.
Some people are able to identify their own Muppet, others need to have it pointed out to them my friend Jodi, who is a gifted pianist and voice teacher… her Muppet? Rowlf the dog of course.
One of the people I work with is a very stern and conservative all American man…. Anyone have a guess? Sam the eagle.
Others aren’t as obvious as those two. You have to know the person, spend some time with them before you discover they are Big Bird, or Gonzo, or Beaker, or Oscar.
Sometimes other people have to point out your inner Muppet to you. My wonderful husband was a little stunned when I first dubbed him to be Scooter. He sat there looking at me with this hurt puppy look, then in a sound described only as utter defeat he said
“ Man! I really am scooter aren’t I”?
It is a silly idea and a fun one too. Imagine if we all wore our inner Muppet on out outside. Look around your office today, or a school, or the next family gathering, instead of seeing your usual co-worker Phil, you see Sweetums, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetums
Your brother Michael, is now Crazy Harry, http://muppet.wikia.com/wiki/Crazy_Harry and your friend Pete just ran by screaming in full on Animal style “joy to the world give me presents!”
Look around see if you can find your Inner Muppet.
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Sep 19 07 1 Comment | Read More100 Facts, you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask
As I continue on in my adventures of blogging here at Bottom Milk, I decided to steal an idea from my friend Shannan’s blog. She, actually stole it from another blogger, but still it remains a great idea. To make a list of 100 true statements about me. As you read this, you’ll find yourself nodding along at the things you already know, or that maybe you didn’t know, but it makes sense when you apply it to me. Other things might surprise you. Who knows, but like it or not, here are the 100 true statements about yours truly.
100 things about me
1. I love my birthday
2. I love giving people presents
3. I am loud
4. I can tell a good story (Excellent!)
5. I am addicted to TV
6. Joss Whedon is my hero
7. My friends think I am funny
8. I am nearly done with my master of education degree
9. I love teaching
10. I hate that education is not a respected profession.
11. I love Harry Potter
12. I like learning tidbits of Ohio history.
13. I have a crush On Oliver Hazard Perry
14, I have a need to be near water.
15. I have visited Lake Erie every summer of my life.
16. Someday I want to own a cabin on the lake.
17. I am covered in freckles
18. My grandpa used to call me “little teeny Kathaleenie”
19. My parents are proud of me.
20. I once rolled my brother up in a rug, and left him it for an hour.
21. I can’t spell.
22. I adore my friends
23. I am paranoid they will all leave me one day
24. My brother, his wife and I all have our birthday on the 24th day of the month (different months though)
25. My husband is the best person I know.
26. I am not just saying that because he is my husband
27. I once auditioned to be on a television game show.
28. I was once in the audience of a trashy TV talk show
29. I attended the University of Rio Grande ( Yet, I have never lived in Texas)
30. I miss my best friend from kindergarten
31. I love debating the events of each episode of the show LOST
32. I have a map of how all the characters are connected
33. I can lie, if I need to
34. I love the smell of shaving cream
35. I was accepted to the Ringling Brother and Barnum Bailey Clown College in Destin Florida.
36. I have been in a book club for nearly four years.
37. My husband and I are both Libras
38. My parents (and my best friend) are Scorpios
39. I want to have a baby
40. I am allergic to cats
41. I was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder in second grade
42. I hate my boobs, and can’t wait to have them reduced to next to nothing
43. People who don’t have them, don’t understand, and think I am crazy.
44. I have had two dogs in my life, both mutts, and yet ironically they are nearly identical in looks
45. I am actually very shy person
46. I have been to Canada.
47. I dream of going to Australia
48. I have had my heart broken twice
49. The only bone I have ever broken was one of my toes, and it was Pete’s fault.
50. I have great in-laws
51. I love to take pictures
52. I love to scrapbook.
53. During the school year, my kids are my world
54. I worry how I will find a balance once I have children of my own
55. I cannot stand when people think they know more then others do, just because they have given birth.
56. I walk slower than everyone I know. This annoys my brother.
57. I have been in 6 weddings, other than my own.
58. Someday I want to write and have published a children’s book
59. It annoys me when celebrities think we should be impressed that they gave some of their millions to charity.
60. I love to laugh so hard you roll on the floor
61. My favorite color is blue
62. I procrastinate everything
63. I am a list maker
64. Younger siblings of former students want to be in my class.
65. I think that is a huge compliment
66. I am a jumpy person, and tend to scream when startled
67. I love to jump out and scare people
68. I like roller coasters
69. I want to take a cross-country road trip
70. Whiny adults drive me crazy
71. I love bad kid jokes (What do you call a cow w/ no legs? Ground beef!)
72. I like home improvement projects
73. I like thrift stores
74. I like songs you can sing a long to.
75. I am a Grammy award-winning singer…. In the shower
76. I have a prepared Oscar speech
77. I am too hard on myself
78. I love to eat
79. I worry a lot
80. I mix popcorn and Reese’s Pieces
81. I only buy my jeans from the Gap
82. I can predict rain, based on headaches I get when the barometric pressure changes
83. I sometimes sing words in the sentences I speak
84. I love pop culture trivia
85. I don’t like most current popular music
86. My dad taught me how to take care of myself
87. I love radishes
88. I love to sleep
89. I can’t wait to sell our condo, and buy a house with a yard.
90. I love purses and shoes
91. I am on a never-ending quest for the perfect bra
92. My best friend and I have been friends since we were 15
93. I am a co-host of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer Podcast.
94. I think any person who wants to eat in a restaurant should have to have worked in a restaurant at one time in their life.
95. I hate people who are elitist
96. I talk in my sleep
97. My favorite subject in high school was German
98. I don’t like to talk about politics or religion
99. I have been a prostitute, a model, a bride, a crazy granny, and a German dancing girl in theatrical productions
100. This list was harder to make than I thought it would be. You try it now.
What the heck is Bottom Milk anyway?
“Ahhh, Bottom Milk” … or more appropriately I should say “ewwww! Bottom milk”.
Everyone has their own set of quirks. Some people don’t like spiders. Some people are afraid of heights. My brother happens to be afraid of clowns. I hate bottom milk. It completely grosses me out. So what is it?
When you are looking at a gallon of milk, notice the sticker on the side, near the bottom. The milk that sits below that sticker…. that my friends is bottom milk. And I won’t touch it.
I have had a long distaste for milk to begin with. As an infant I had to drink soy formula. I don’t exactly remember going through this, but I have always had this notion in the back of my head, that milk is disgusting. I blame the soy formula.
As a child, my parents tried every trick in the book to get me to drink my glass of milk with dinner. Small glasses, flavored syrups, and forcing me to stay at the table until it was all gone. I have had many, many, many glasses of WARM milk. Blech.
When I was in college and in charge of my own milk consumption, I bought the smaller half gallon size container. Since,due to all those previously mentioned warm glasses of milk, I was only using it for cereal. One day I went to pour myself a bowl of cereal, and noticed that the milk was really low, and that it was kind of discolored, and there were little floaties in it. I checked the date, nope not expired. I opened the lid, gave a sniff, nope not smelly… just bottom milk. This my friends turned me off forever.
Now, I will say this, if I am cooking, or baking and the recipe calls for milk, I will use all the milk available to me. Provided it is within the sell by date, and there are no floaties. I guess I figure any bottom milk ickyness is cooked away.
I know what you’re thinking, shake the container and the bottom milk will mix with the rest of the milk. Believe me, this has been pointed out to me more than once. I even have a friend who will shake my container of milk when at my house. This does not offend me, nor change my way of thinking. Even shaken milk will settle and the bottom milk will form again.
Numerous people have told me I am crazy and I can live with that. It has become quite the joke with my family and friends. But just like I will not force a clown upon my brother, I will not consume bottom milk. Both would be quite dangerous for my health.
So why name a website after something I loathe? I guess to be different, or silly. I know my phobia (for lack of a better term) to bottom milk is a pretty unique, and I wanted my site to be reflective of who I am. I guess that is really it. Plus, it gave Troy a chance to draw a fun picture of a scary milk carton. Everyone wins.
So for those of you out there reading this, I know you’re shaking your heads and saying “she is weird”, All I can say is, at least I have never used my vacuum cleaner on my flower beds. Oh yeah, you know who you are.
Posted by Kathleen, in Uncategorized on Jul 08 07 1 Comment | Read More
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