I am so honored...

This has been a great week. Not only have I got a bunch of new followers but a couple fellow bloggers have honored me with blog awards.

The first award is from Jessica over at Adjusting to the World.


I love Jessica's blog. Her writing is inspirational and encouraging to me. She is a gifted writer and is in the process of working on a devotional book which I will be running out to purchase as soon as it's published! Jessica, I feel very honored that you chose me for this award. Thank you!


Jessica gave me this award:

There are a couple rules to follow with this award

1) Post it on my blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his/her blog link, as well as a link to This Post from the original Superior Scribbler!

2) Pass the award to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

3) Add your link to the list of Superior Scribbler Awardees. This will promote your blog AND officially add you as a luminous Superior Scribbler!



Picking 5 bloggy friends is a hard thing to do.
But after much debate, loss of sleep, and nightmares of loosing followers....I choose these 5.

1. rxBambi over at A Day in the Life of a Would -Be Bambi
What can I say about rxBambi? I love her blog. She was one of my first followers and has given me more comments and encouragement than anyone else. I wish I could give her more than just this little old award....

2. McGillicutty over at Inner Ramblings of a Mid Life Mama
McGillicutty has also been with me for a long while and I really enjoy her posts. Like me, she isn't afraid to acknowledge the voices in her head. It's nice to have blog friends like that.

3. Amanda over at Martinis or Diaper Genies
Amanda is a hip 20 something from New York City. We have been following each other for a while which is weird because we have nothing in common. Maybe I read her because I want her life maybe she reads me for birth control. I'm not sure....but we click. She is always one of the first posts I read.

4. Lucky Girl over at Generally Speaking
Lucky Girl is a dear friend and one of the funniest people I know. Giving her this award is my ploy to get her to blog more, because when she does her post are wonderful!

5. Mary over at My New 30
I cheat a little on this one because she has two blogs that I love to read. The other is Deep South Dish. When I go to her blogs I feel a comfort settle over me. Maybe it's all the amazing pictures of food or the way she writes. I just like it over there. I think you will too.



My next award comes from Kelly over at Speaking From The Crib
Her blog rocks and then some. She is a very funny lady and is quickly gaining a huge following. She is also very generous with her blogging advice on making your blog the best it can be. She herself has been nominated for some major blog awards. Please visit her site and vote for her. Thanks Kelly! I feel very honored.



No rules came with this one. But I feel I need to pass it on.
So I'm passing this one on to Mrs. Sarcasm at This is My Reality. Another bloggy friend that I enjoy following and commenting back and forth. We have a lot in common (I think) and I enjoy her honesty and openness.

Well, that's all for now! Thanks for stopping by!

What was I thinking?

Yeah, I bet you all saw it coming didn't you?

I can hear you snicking.

But I'm not asking the "what was I thinking" question for the reasons I bet you think I'm asking.

Yes normal people would be questioning the decision making process of adopting a puppy because of the following reasons:

1. The puppy has poo'd and pee'd all over the carpets.

2. No sleep because of a whining/ barking/ crying puppy.

3. Because of having to stand outside in the freezing rain for hours on end to get puppy to do "his business".

I can take myself for a walk!

4. The house is a mess because you can't take your eyes off him for one minute cuz when you do that's when he decides to do his business.

yum tables are tasty!

5. Puppy is chewing on anything and everything.

No. The reason I'm asking myself "what was I thinking" is because I'm a worrier. Yes, I worry about everything.

I already have 4 kids that I worry about constantly.

Now I have this puppy that I'm head over heels in love with to worry about too.

So here's some of the things I've been worrying about for the past 24 hours since we picked him up.

1. Are we taking him away from his mama too soon (he's not quite 8 weeks yet). He might turn into some psycho dog if we do right?

look he's already developed a taste for Twilight--psycho!

2. I think he might have a brain tumor. He falls over a lot on the hill beside our house. I'm sure the tumor is in the part of his brain that controls his balance.

3. Or maybe he has brain damage. He probably wasn't breathing when he first was born and the breeder had to do mouth to mouth and she didn't want to tell us this because it would be hard to sell a retarded dog. I can tell this because he seems to think shadows are worth chasing and he looks at me most times like he has no idea what I'm saying.

I have no idea what you're talking about. What have you been smoking?

4. I think he has intestinal problems. He had the hiccups this morning. I'm sure normal puppies don't get the hiccups. Do they? And are puppy bellies supposed to be this round?

5. What if chooses the wrong friends? A perfectly nice looking yellow lab went by our house this morning and he hid behind me. Then this shiatsu came by and she looked like a hussy to me (she was all dressed in pink and had a pink leash and even pink poo bags). Of course, he thought she was the bomb. Oh yeah, her name was Tallulah. Need I say more?

And this is only the beginning..

You're in there and I'm out here! Neener! Neener! Neener!

ode to a dear old friend take two

I put this picture up first on purpose.

All my regular readers know what this post is gonna be about.
(and can run, run away if you choose but please come back tomorrow-I'll try to be normal then)
All you newbies can read this if you want to see into how my befuddled, sentimental mind works.

So grab your box of kleenex....this is gonna be a tear jerker!



This motorcycle was given to me by my dad a couple years ago.
(I know isn't she pretty!)

This is the same motorcycle my dad had when I was a little girl.

I have many memories of riding this motorcycle with my dad.

I can remember him putting all three of us kids on it at once when we were real little.

I would sit behind my dad and my older brother, Jason would sit behind me.

My little sister, Alex, would sit on the gas tank and wrap her arms around my dad's forearms to hang on.

Don't worry we didn't do that very often (it may have only happened once-that's how my memory works sometimes) and we when we did, we just rode up and down the street in our neighborhood.

I remember how I much I loved being on the back of that motorcycle with my dad.

The thrill I would feel when he would accelerate quickly from a dead stop.

How he would nod his head at other guys on their motorcycles, like a secret code for "yeah we're cool we're riding a motorcycle!".

I would get so jealous when my mom and dad took off with all their friends on their motorcycles for an afternoon ride.

I used to feel so safe and free on the back of that motorcycle with my dad.

Things have changed.

I'm not having those same feelings riding it now a days.

I'm usually pretty terrified and not because Hubby is a crazy driver or anything.

I think about my kids constantly and what would happen to them if something happened to both Hubby and I on that bike.

So we weren't riding it much.

And we were so sad. Yes, me and the motorcycle (I could tell--we have a bond)

So after much long debate and many tears (from me, I didn't tell her) we decided to sell it.

We listed her on Craigslist a while back.

You immediately turn cynical when you list something for sale on Craigslist. We've all heard so many crazy stories of people getting ripped off by someone on Craigslist.

So when Hubby got a call from a guy in Denmark who wanted buy my baby, I mean bike, I was a little sceptical. He claimed he was a collector and he had "a guy" who would pick it up for him and ship it to Denmark.

So we waited and waited. And the guy from Denmark always had an excuse. And we'd wait some more.

And nothing.

So finally Hubby called the guy and said "if you want me to hang on to this bike then I need you to pay for it now".

And he did.

So we've been waiting for "the guy" to come pick it up.

He came yesterday.

Hubby and I had no idea that when he said he was a collector that he collected like this.

This guy has been driving all over the place picking up these motorcycles (from Minnesota to Delaware). Then they will be crated and shipped over seas. He said he does this 2 or 3 times a year for his client.

Sniff. Sniff.
So here we go....

seen enough pictures of her yet? I have like 100 of them

Ode to my beloved motorcycle

Your 1970's orange-ness is awesome

you always looked great paired with my dad's American Flag helmet.

You've been such a sweet motorcycle
and you've help create many wonderful memories

except the time I burnt my hand on your muffler when I was 3

but I know it wasn't your fault.

We grew up together. We both survived our awkward teens in the 80's

(orange wasn't so trendy at that time)

But now some people think your pretty cool

just like people think I'm pretty cool....

And you're headed on a long journey

and I know how scary it can be when you are the last one to join the group

and they are a rough looking group

I'm sure someone will be nice enough to scoot over a little...

and there are some scary things that you might see

look away! just look away!

there are some with you who have had a hard life

there are others who used to be pretty fancy

but have seen better days

Oh lookie here!

he looks like he could be a new friend.

or maybe she is looking for a friend.

Woah! Hold your horsepower!

oh my! and what is this?
purrrrr....

(or should I say vrooooommm!)

Oh honey I hate to say this but....
I think he may be a little out of your league

but wait! I can't believe my eyes!

Look over here!

I think we may have found your long lost little sister!

I know you will be loved and cared for

think of this as a trip to the spa.

You will be pampered and buffed

maybe some new paint

kinda like a motorcycle face lift.

good bye dear friend

enjoy your new adventure!

I will miss you!

selfish drivers

This morning I was driving Tony to school.

I pulled out onto the main road out of neighborhood. There was a small SUV probably a mile or so down the road behind me.

That SUV caught up with me real quick. I also noticed that it was swerving quite a bit.

It would cross over the center lane and jerk back. Stay in between the lines for a couple seconds and then drift over again. It's drifted over to the shoulder of the road a couple times too.

I thought 'Wow is this guy drunk? It's only 8 am!'.

Then we got up to the stop light and I saw that it was a woman and she was applying her make up!

I turned right and she did too. She was obviously in a hurry (duh! she didn't have time to put her make up on at home!) because she drove right on my butt. So close that I was able to watch her apply her concealer (dot, dot, dot around the eyes-- now blend) and she was still drifting all over the road. Then I could see her start on her foundation. She had to slam on her brakes a couple of times because I was breaking. But of course she continued to drive as close to me as possible.

When we lived in Kalamazoo, there was a woman that we drove in front of probably 1 or 2 days a week who, EVERY time we saw her, she would be doing a part of her morning beauty routine. We called her the "Mascara Lady" We witnessed her applying foundation and another time powder. But mascara was probably what we saw her put on most. One day she had one of those cordless curling irons and was actually curling her hair while driving!

Selfishness! That's what it boils down to. Dangerous drivers are only thinking about themselves. Whether it's texting, talking on the phone, putting on make up. They don't care that they are wielding a 2 ton weapon. It's all about what "I" need to do.

Back to my experience this morning. I had to make another turn onto a busy street which the school is on. The speed limit is 45 for about 200 feet then goes down to 20 in the school zone. Because of all the traffic I turned left and was just slowing down to the 20 mph area before she was able to make her turn. I watched her come barreling down that road while applying her mascara, never once slowing down in the school zone. And said to Tony "Oh my gosh she gonna hit the crossing guard and those kids!" I could see her leaned over looking in her rear view mirror with her mascara brush. She slammed on her brakes at the last minute. Maybe she saw them the whole time and drives this way to work everyday.

I don't know but she scared the daylights out of me!

I will be on the look out for her again and will be chasing her down next time. I wish I had done it today!

Those mama bear claws are coming out again!

sharing the fall beauty

I wanted to share how beautiful my hydrangeas are this fall.

These are pictures I took when we first moved in.


Actually, as you can see by the date stamp, it was a couple weeks after we moved in.
This was when I realized that they were changing color from the light blue to purple.
I haven't photo shopped the colors on any of these (just some cropping).
They are too pretty just the way they are.

Now they are changing again.

You can see the blue "newer" bloom up top of the bush.

And the rest are turning this mauve color.

They went from a deep purple (which I'm kicking myself for not taking pictures of them)

Then began fading. I thought that was it.

Then just when I thought the purple was almost a white, this pink appeared.

Little blotches of it.

Then the pink got darker.

With now hints of green.
I've never owned a hydrangea before.
I had no idea how long they bloomed (I still have new ones coming out)
or how beautiful they are.
Wow, I've been missing out.
Have a great fall day!