Bill's Been Tagged

Bill's been tagged by Heather. Here are the rules:

You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.) When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post and then choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don't' forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

P........Party Animal....nuff said.

E........Extremely Handsome.

T........Talkative.....yeah, I can talk your ear off.

E........Extremely Handsome.

R........R&R...gotta have it. All work and no play makes Bill an unhappy boy.

Bill tags Crystal and Charis

High Heel Virgin

I've never owned a pair of high heels until now. It's not like I didn't like them. In fact I think high heels are hot. But I never thought they were my style. They didn't suit me. I'm growing up I guess. I never thought the day would come, but I'll admit it - I'm starting to like womanly clothes and accessories.

Yesterday I went on a shopping trip with my favorite shopping partner, Crystal. We were in Sears. There was a 'surprise' sale going on. Bill needed some new shoes so I went hunting for him. Well, Crystal thought I needed some new shoes so she went hunting for me. She went into some back room. It was dimly lit and full of racks of shoes...you know, the leftovers. She comes out with a pair of heels. "Here Lise, try these. Size 10!" I tried them on. It was like Cinderella trying on her glass slipper. They fit perfectly. And they were actually pretty cute. The sale price was $14.99, but with the surprise sale you could take off another 40% if you had a Sears card. We didn't have a Sears card, but if you signed up for one then you could take the 40% off plus an additional $10 off your purchase. Crystal signed up for a Sears card and then used it to purchase my first pair of high heels....they were free when all was said and done. It was meant to be.

I got home, anxious to show my new heels off to Drew. I was a little nervous. I'm turning over a new leaf in the fashion department. Would Drew like it? I thought I should practice a little. I walked around the kitchen with my heels. Heel, toe, heel, toe. This was a lot tougher than I thought. Bill and Jester were snickering at me from the living room. Bill pipes up, "looks like you're REALLY trying. Try not to look like you're not trying. Those heels lose their effect when you try so hard." Sheesh, how would you know Bill, I thought. I heard Drew's truck pull in the driveway. I slipped my high heels back on and posed as womanly as I could by the door. He walked in and I said in my most high-heeled-woman voice, "Hello lovah." Let's just say the high heels went over very well (as long as I stood stationary).

This is a big shout out to the BEST shopping partner a girl could ever have. Crystal, you are the full package. We know each other's tastes. We're honest with each other - You can tell me, "those jeans make your thighs look huge," and I appreciate it. We don't ever split up when we shop. We love each other's company. We both laugh whenever we see the store 'Sirens'....wee woo wee woo wee woo. We encourage each other to buy the right thing. We give out compliments freely and really mean it. I can't wait to do it again. Love you, sis.

How about 'dem apples?

Jester is....clownish, cute, chubby, bright, talkative, redheaded, curious, emotional, boyish, hungry, thirsty, energetic, giggly, wiggly, adventurous, fearless, book loving, healthy, quarky, rebellious, sweet, friendly....did i mention chubby? I love you, man. Just counting my blessings.

Canning Confessions

I was introduced to the world of canning about 5 years ago. It's taken me until now to realize what sort of darkness is lurking around in my heart.....I hold on to my canned goods with clenched fists. I do not want to share my canning. The thought of having to share my canned goods makes my heart race a little....I get a little panicked. I would consider myself a pretty generous person, but when it comes to this I'm like scrooge mcduck.

Crystal was kind enough to come over to help me cook up a batch of liquid gold (aka salsa). She was kind enough to bring some extra tomatoes because I didn't have enough from my own garden. She was kind enough to donate her time and the use of her food chopper. And I kept thinking, "is she going to want half of the jars? because I want all of them." Seriously, how low can a human being get? Then in the middle of making the salsa we realized we were 3 cups short of tomatoes. My neighbor and I are on good terms so I quickly went over and asked her if she could spare a few tomatoes from her garden. She said yes, of course, and even gave me an icecream pail to pick them in to. On my way home I stopped dead in my tracks, "I'm going to have to give her a jar of salsa," I realized, "it's the only right thing to do." I even asked Crystal if I should sacrifice a jar to thank my neighbor for her contribution. "Weeellll," Crystal said, "that's a tough one." She knew my dilema. While Crystal and I were chopping the veggies I casually asked, "so do you want half the jars? or are you making salsa for yourself this year?" I held my breath as I waited for her answer. "I'll take a jar or two," she replied. SWEET! I thought. She wanted less jars than I had anticipated. Then I could definitely afford to give one to my neighbor.

I know what you must be thinking. And I hope you can at least respect my honesty. One motto I try and live by is, "Shine some light on your darkness." So I am shining a big spot light on this very ugly darkness. I want to change....and hopefully this is a start. I will diliberately share my canning from now own. I will hold nothing back. I will share until there is no more canning selfishness left in me.