All of us are probably aware by now that we have two friends who are in the process of building houses:
JulieBug at Another Chance Ranch,
and Tiggerlane the Neophyte Blogger,
There is no tellin' how many decisions they make each day on their projects.
I have self-appointed myself as the Entertainment Director for this happy event for the two of them, and am throwing at party...a wing-ding...an open house...a shing-dig...whatever you want to call it !
Here's what's brewing in my caldron:
On Friday, November 16, we are all going to post something that they would enjoy having in or around their new homes. Or, at least you think they might enjoy having it.
If you are interested in being a part of this celebration, leave me a comment. Let's make this the biggest whoop-tee-doo the Internet has seen in a long time. I will periodically 'repost' this to remind everyone and possibly entice more to join us. Please pass the word on to others.
Turn on those creative juices and let 'em flow.
So far, these bloggers have RSVP'd and will be helping host the celebration for JulieBug and Tiggerlane's house-warming:
NESSA who is in The Crysalis Stage
NIKKI who needs a Nap and a Drink...You got a problem with that?
MIN at Mama Drama and no telling when or what she'll post
KARMYNR who's always Dreamin' What If's
BECKIE who Gives It a Try One Day at at Time
JULIE-OKIEBUG who keeps this blog up and running
PAMELA who has lost her feather duster
DUBYAT who doesn't know what's going on but signed up anyway
SANDY who is out meandering in a field of purple flowers
KILA the mom to THREE cubs, count 'em THREE (3)
MJD who's waiting for the return of the white robin
JUNEBUG who has a smile upon her face
DEBS who is at home in her pumpkin patch
ANIMAL MIND has a gift...not sure he signed up though
ANG in that very big state that gets its water from the flushings from Okla
CLAUDIA who skips stones instead of throwing them
TIGGERLANE aka: Tig, and how long does she get to be a neophyte blogger?
JANET who lives on another Planet: The Planet of Janet !
JOY T who will share with you a spot of tea
SIMPLY JENN who is really not simple
THE PEAR LADY and other delicious fruit
LISA who tends to be a bit chaotic (can't get to you to make a link) will try later
SHAUNA the bird dog's wife and loves the color orange
If you have signed up and your name isn't on this list or if your link doesn't work, please let me know.
PRECISE directions were not given as to not squelch your creativity. Just pretend we are going to show up at JulieBug's and Tig's houses this Friday (November 16) with something for their new houses. Post whatever it is you would bring as a house-warming gift.
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The Rest of a Previous Fun Monday Story :
It was Thursday night in my little Oklahoma town. Black ice covered the streets, there was a fire in my fireplace, flannel pajamas on my body, and a book in my hands. Tomorrow would be "TGIF Day" then a two-day break from my middle school kiddos.
My eyelids were heavy and Mr. Sandman was closing in fast when the telephone screamed at me.
"Huh-low," was the best I could manage to slur out of my mouth.
"Kath, get over here and join us for dinner," my school teacher friend bubbled.
"Dinner? At 9:00 at night? It's closer to breakfast !" I informed her.
"Hey, come meet this guy," she continued to sound like Lawrence Welk's bubble machine.
"Guy? Are you kidding me? I wouldn't come meet the Pope OR his friend Joe Bob Johnson from Sweetwater, Texas, on a night like this," was my adamant reply.
"Who's Joe Bob Johnson?" she asked. "You sound like you're in a well...
I interrupted her, "Never mind who Joe Bob is. I'm not getting out on a night like this," realizing I had the receiver upside down, with the earpiece at my mouth and the mouthpiece at my ear.
"Kathy !" "Is this Kathy?" "Kathy, this is Jimmie." "We have a wonderful dinner planned." "We're just now having before dinner drinks." "Please come meet my darling son." "He's here from Colorado." "He's not married." "We have a wonderful dinner of steak and lobster." (Lots of laughter and cajoling in the background.)
I wasn't the least bit interested in meeting some guy, but she sounded like a hoot, and I just had to see who this little lady was at the other end of the line.
She continued, "Please come join us."
And so I did.
To make a short story long, I threw on some jeans and a sweater, dabbed war paint on my face, slid my little Honda (the one I eventually "drownded" in Garden City, Kansas) on the black ice to theHansMan's parents' house.
I had never met them before and only knew one person in the entire group.
They were waiting for me in their BAR downstairs.
The rest is history.
Any questions? I just love making up answers.
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