Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Pssst....


(This blog should be read entirely in a whisper)


Today is Jackson's 5th birthday. Five years ago today, I was in the worst pain of my life, pushing out a 10 lb. 1 oz baby boy with no epidural. Ouch! At that point, I didn't like him very much, but now, I am in love with this little man.



I am attempting, to make him a cake. My very first cake. It should look like this when I am done.
I will let you know how it turns out. Stop by and wish my little one a happy birthday.

Malia

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Addicted

Yep, it is true! I am addicted! I have found old friends, people I didn't remember and even new friends... all via Myspace. Thanks to Rachael she has given me something new to pencil into my schedule. It has truly been an absolute joy to reconnect with some of my old buddies from way back before my Paulding County days. Though I am "like 85" according to my co-worker, I have connected with my younger co-workers because of Myspace. They are all now "my friends". It put me in a new "cool" category among those youngsters. Gotta run and check to see if I have any new friends to approve.

Malia

HNT 4



Malia

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Guess. Who. I. Met!


Tonight, tonight at my store, guess. who. I. waited. on. Patty Loveless. Do you know who she is? She is only one of the greatest and best country singers ever. Thing is, I think I have seen her many times before in our store, but didn't really notice until tonight. So, here is the story. First let me note that I was way braver than my friend Rachael, who when she saw Julia Roberts in her store, yes, more known, but still, she didn't speak to her, nor did she touch her. Love ya, Rach, but I did better! So, here is what happened. This sweet looking housewife type came up to my desk and said that she wanted to exchange some orange soda that her husband had bought, but that it was the wrong kind. I told her to go get what she wanted so that I could exchange it out in the computer. I told her she could just stop back by after she did her shopping. She laughed and said she didn't have anymore shopping to do, that was it. She turned and went away. I thought, "She looks like Patty Loveless." I went on about my business.

I waited on a few customers and by that time, I had decided that she was indeed Patty Loveless and I remember that she lived in this county and it was a possibility, but I wanted to get a good look at her again.

Mrs. Loveless came up to someone else next to my desk and I quickly made her come to me with a, "I got her. Over here." She came over and I erxplaned that for inventory reasons I had to change everything out in the computer and I was sorry for the inconvenience." She said that was fine and explained again about her husband buying the wrong kind and also said that we did not have the kind that she had wanted.

Now, when you return something, they have to fill out a slip with the reason they are returning it and their CUSTOMER INFORMATION. I could see that she was struggling with it. By this time, I had decided that I was going to ask her if she was indeed Patty Loveless because I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to meet the most popular celebrity I had ever had the chance to lay eyes on. So once she signed her name, "Patty and then her married last name"

I tapped her little hand and I said, "You know who you look like?"

She gave her famous smirk and said, "Who?"

I said, "You look like Patty Loveless."

She smiled and smirked again and said, "You have a good eye."

I said, "It is very nice to meet you."

She said, "And your name is Malia?" She bent down closer to check out the name tag.

I said, "Yes m'am." (Oh My Gosh, she just said my name!)

We said goodbye and she then turned and walked away. I was playing all cool and collected and as she was leaving she turned around and said something to me, but it was illegible and she laughed. I figure she was talking about the way she looked or telling me not to tell anyone or something. I don't know. I think she looked great, like one of us. She was very sweet, very normal and very housewife.

The drinks that she returned...yeah, I bought them.

Malia

Friday, June 16, 2006

Sunny Days and the News


Yesterday, I went to a Bag Off. What's a Bag Off you ask? Well, I work as a supervisor in a grocery store and we had one of our courtesy clerks a.k.a., baggers, compete in a competition of the best baggers. He won in our division and went on yesterday to compete for state. Yes, state. He placed fourth or fifth, but we are still so proud of him. Yea! David!!!

We were on three news stations. Most of the coverage was of David and yes, me. It was fun.

Malia

I'm Late......HNT 4


Sorry...my mother was mad at me and she locked herself in the room that had the computer. Sounds juvenile, but...alas, it is true.

malia

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

What is That Down There?

A few of you have questioned what that is that I took a picture of down there. I can't figure out if that is a good thing or a bad thing?

Question is, should I tell, or should I leave it a mystery?

Malia

Monday, June 12, 2006

I Told You More Went on in My Life than HNT

So, it is official....I am getting married...again....to the same man...the one I never divorced.....a renewal of the vows, but with an actual wedding....

Okay...a little history...when we were engaged we found a great deal on a house, we were shamed into thinking we could not get the house and live together without being married.....we didn't want to let the house get away, so we went to the JP. No wedding for the only daughter.

Fast forward---Mom says, "We will throw you a wedding anyways."

Me, "Okay, cool."

Fast forward---My mom has a boyfriend, who stays at her house over night and practically lives with her. She is then engaged to be married for the third time. She begins to plan....her wedding. I help.

There was discussion with my grandmother, "You deserve to have a wedding, I mean, this is her third, she doesn't NEED another wedding."

Me, "Yeah, I know."

Fast forward---My new stepsister---comes home, "I'm getting married." She had lived with this boy in North Carolina for quite some time.

My mom, "Oh yea! Here, let's start planning a wedding. I have all the books from when Malia was engaged!"

Me, "Oh yea, this will be fun. I will help plan. Malia, yours is next." Later, I cry at the wedding.

Fast forward---The stepsister gets divorced, comes home and lives with mom and Pappy for a while, then finds a new man. She moves in with new man. Comes home about six months later and says, "Guess what, I am getting married!"

Mom says, "Oh yeah, Let's get the books out again and start planning. Malia, you're next."

Me, "Yeah, okay." Less planning by me this time, a lot less, cause I don't care for the girl, but that's another story for another day. I don't attend that wedding because I don't support the marriage or her.

Fast forward--My brother, who has been living with his girlfriend for a year finally decides he is going to get married. He is the favorite of the family.

Mom says, "Yea! Let's get out the books and I'll help you plan. Malia, I swear you're next, maybe for your five year anniversary. You have had kids and everything." She throws them an elaborate reception and I help, a lot....because I love him and want to see him happy.

Me, "Yeah, okay." I attend the wedding, but I don't pay much attention because I am attending to baby Emma.

Fast Forward--The other stepsister, who actually still lives at home, says, "I'm getting married."

Mom says, "Yea! Let's pull out all the books, I'll help you plan! Malia, only one more after her has to get married, then it is your turn."

Me, "Yeah, okay. I know now that this is never going to happen. I cry at weddings because I didn't have one, not because I am happy for the couple."

I help decorate and plan and have fun with it. I cry at the wedding.

So, a couple of years go by, the older stepsister is talking about marriage again....no one listens....

Me and the hubby just celebrated our ninth anniversary. For a gift, my mother hands me a wedding gift bag. I open it and there is a bridal magazine inside.

Me, "What's this for?" I knew, but I didn't choose to believe it.

Mom, "We are giving you a wedding. It will be next year on your tenth."

Me, "Seriously this time?"

Mom, "Seriously."

Malia

Thursday, June 01, 2006

HNT 2?

In honor of Belated Mother's Day:

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Malia
Go see the man, Osbasso.