Friday, November 11, 2011

I cannot prevent the "Birds of Sorrow" from passing over my head . . . BUT I can keep them from building a nest in MY hair!

Whewwwwwwwwwww.  It feels like it's been a lifetime since I've blogged, and it kind of has been.  My last little blurb was the last day of July.  Life was going along great, things seemed to be bright and our little family seemed to be 10 foot tall and bullet proof.  Well "seemed" to be is the key word in this scenario.  Just about the time, we all were floating around on Cloud Nine at the prospect of two new glorious lil guys for our family, just about the time we all began to dream about all the joys life held, LIFE came up with a new plan . . . . a plan all of it's own.

I've waited and waited to blog and wondered what I would say to explain the absence of words from "Bitsy".  I've waited and prayed and hoped to accept so many things.  I'm still waiting for the right words to come and still waiting for acceptance so for now, all I'm going to say is I began blogging as a means to cope with being a "long distance grandma", a "Bitsy" who stands outside and looks in and tries to find ways to make my Webbman visits memorable and I need to continue my mission! Ninety days of silence has probably left some serious gaps in the "Wonders of the Webbman", but I'll touch on a few of the high points and leave out the lows because as noted so duly in today's Blog Title . . . .

While, I CANNOT prevent the Birds of Sorrow from passing over my head and perhaps pooping on it as they pass, I CAN do everything in my power to keep those same birds from
 Building a Nest in My Hair!

Life is all what you make it and we need to celebrate every day, even when it's not what we had hoped for, not what we had envisioned.  So with that in mind, here's to "Big Hair" and to finding the indescribable joy of Grand-babies.  The lil critters come into our life, tug on our heartstrings, and nestle themselves into an unforgettable spot - a spot that is coveted by those of us they call "Bitsy, Honey, Grammy, Shug, LuLu and Lovie".  We proudly love and celebrate them each day. 

Stay tuned because tomorrow, I'm going to tell you guys all about Webb's accomplishments over the last few months.  He is one amazing little guy, but I'm pretty sure ya'll all know that already! 

Sunday, July 31, 2011

9 Months in WebbLand and FREE Admission!

Yes, I'm going to go for the cheesy phrase . . . . . "It Seems Like Yesterday", because it does.  It seems like we just got the news that our little Meisenheimer Crew were expecting.  It seems like yesterday that we obsessed over nursery fabrics, nursery furniture, names, would we have a boy, would we have a girl, would we have a few boys and girls?  It didn't seem to matter.  Quite frankly, NONE of it seemed to matter when our little Halloween Man arrived that night.  With all honesty, other than the birth of the Lil Momma, that night was the most special, most amazing, most joyful day of this Bitsy's life.  There is no effective way to describe what ensued, but I'm fairly certain that if you're a Bitsy's Bits reader, you know it was just the next best thing to french toast slathered with powdered sugar and butter.  Absolute heaven, the Webbman's Day of Birth and the French Toast!

In hindsight, this Bitsy has spent a great deal of time and effort on what some people would view as "totally unnecessary, completely frivolous" activities, and perhaps those people would be correct.  It probably began before the Webbman was born with my vision of  custom "matching" shirts for the Grandmom's that very classicly read "Webb Thomas Meisenheimer's Bitsy" and of course "Webb Thomas Meisenheimer's Honey".  Don't think we didn't wear them either because we did EVEN to the Outlet Mall.  We wore them with smiles. 

Welcome to the World Lil Man.
  Honey & Bitsy Love Being Grandma's!
And then, there was the 8.5 foot hand painted Stork that I decided HAD to welcome the little family home upon their arrival from the hospital.  As with lots of things that this Bitsy does, it was a great idea, but not real well thought through.  I made arrangements to have it made and neither the young woman who made it or myself factored in that the adorable stork weighed in at 40 lbs, plywood supports and all, and was not cost efficient to ship.  "No Problem" pours off my lips to the young artist who lived in Mobile.  I'll meet you half way . . . . . so off I drove in my Cadillac CTS which quite decidedly made a good "ride for Bitsy" but did NOT make such a good "ride" for Mr. Stork.  After much pleading and convincing, a great big thank you goes to the Manager of the Gulfport, MS Chuck E Cheese who was kind enough to help me stash and store Mr. Stork in their storeroom until Drew "Precious" could come help me "deliver" him in a more appropriate vehicle . . . . .  like a TRUCK!  Irregardless, the Welcome Home Stork was the most beautiful Welcome Home Stork I've ever seen and one day I just know that the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will smile when they remember arriving in Waveland to see his inviting smile by their front door!

Welcome Home from Bitsy!

 Then, there was the bright idea to schedule baby pictures at one week old.  That concept in itself - not so novel, right?  Well, hold on . . . . . I'm getting to the good part.  Remember, I had months to imagine the Lil man, to look forward to all the joy and wonder that would slide right into our lives upon his delivery, so the "costuming and outfitting" began.  What could be more precious that a "sock monkey", right?  Yep, that's right, a sock monkey cocoon and cap were created for the Webbman.  A beautiful pale blue cocoon and snugly cap was created for the Webbman, there were pumpkin hats and OleMiss outfits . . . . . but the critical factor here was Bitsy didn't stop long enough to think about the fact that the Lil Momma and Precious MAY not have wanted their son dressed up like a baby doll.  Bitsy learned on that occasion, but I will say that his pictures were absolutely precious and again, ONE day, I just know that the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will look back and smile at our lil sock monkey and feel that warm feeling that Bitsy did in her heart. 

Webbman in his Sock Monkey Cocoon and Gus.
Webbman in his beautiful baby blue cocoon served for your viewing pleasure on a tray!
I won't say that I learned right away, Webbman and family had to endure "Turkey Caps" at Thanksgiving, embroidered First Thanksgiving outfits, an adorable "Mr. Bingle" outfit which Bitsy took upon herself to use as her Christmas Card for 2010, Happy New Years outfits, Happy Mardi Gras Outfits, Valentines Day outfits, Happy St. Patrick's Day outfits, Happy Easter outfits and yes, we even had a Happy 4th of July Outfit.  Amidst all my joy, this Bitsy will admit that hindsight is foresight and perhaps, the Webbman didn't NEED all of this.  Perhaps, the Webbman didn't NEED any of it, but with both those facts offered up for God and everybody to know, this Bitsy sure loved every minute of her amazingly handsome lil man wearing everyone of them.  I just KNOW that someday again, the Webbman, the Lil Momma and Precious will smile and go "awhhhhhhh" when they look at them, except MAYBE if they show up in years to come in the Webbman's graduation or wedding video.  He may not find the joy in the experience then, but his Bitsy will.  I will always think he was the most amazingly precious Sock Monkey, Pumpkinhead, Turkeyhead, Mr. Bingle lookin', New Year's baby, etc. that ever hit the face of this earth!

Gobble Gobble
Jingle Jangle Jingle Here Comes Mr. Bingle
Happy 2011!
Happy Mardi Gras!  Throw Me Something Mister.
All Aboard the Love Train!
Here Comes Peter Cottontail speeding down the Bunny Trail.

The Webbman's 9 months have included accomplishment after accomplishment and don't think this Bitsy hasn't noticed.  He is one very "accomplished" young man!  He SMILES - and what a smile!  He rolls over and very gracefully if I must say so myself.  He REACHES and GRABS and HUGS.  He SITS UP and throws his plastic balls.  He is the best "bathtub toy splasher" that any Bitsy could ever have. He plays PEEK-A-BOO and he PULLS UP.  He's just about to get the crawling thing down pat too. Right now, it's more of a "dragging" but the "crawling" is right around the corner.  He HOLDS his own bottle and EATS  like there is no tomorrow.  He's in a BIG BOY Car seat now! He's got ONE tooth and another ONE popping out, and by the way, his teeth are beautiful.  He has BABY EINSTEIN memorized and has managed to WRAP all those that encounter him around his finger.  Yes,  he is one "accomplished" young man.   Goodness only knows where 10 months will bring us.  I will say, I believe the Webbman is safe for awhile.  There are no real discernible holidays until Halloween and  I guess you guys can bet . . . . . that Bitsy may be having a few "visions" floating around in the back of her mind.  I'm fighting them though . . . . fighting them really hard!

Splish Splash Webb is taking a bath!

This Bitsy finds herself amazingly grateful and extremely thankful for the opportunity provided in being involved in the Webbman and his parent's lives.  I understand that I am a handful, that I can be just a little "over the top", and yes perhaps even "off the chain", but there's one thing I know for slap damn certain ~ there is no shortage of love for our lil man or this lil family.  Our crew has one great big swollen heart and that folks is one very good thing!

Oh, and WebbLand, it's the best place a Bitsy can be.  One more thing, I'm really glad the Lil Momma and Precious haven't figured out, I'd probably PAY an admission fee :)  Until next time  . . . . . Enjoy your Sunday!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Becoming Comfortably "Wierd" with Being a little "Wierd" & Things I Wish I Told the Lil Momma!

Every Lil Man Needs a Pair of Keds

I don't know about any of you, but I've always spent a great deal of time thinking about all the things I hope I told the Lil Momma.  I mean Life is most certainly a test and I like to believe I raised her believing she could "ace" it, however, like most Mom's, I second guess myself more often than not.  There are so many things I wish I would have known when I was younger . . . . so many things that I hope the Lil Momma has learned or at least witnessed through her Momma's many blatant mistakes.  Things like . . . . . .

  • Your thoughts don't need to dictate your life.
  • That helping others is the true path to improving every area of your life - business or personal.
  • That living in the present and embracing the moment is what's best~not living in the future or the past.
  • That nobody can be changed.  People only change because the pain of changing is less than the pain of staying the same.
  • Wish I'd known NEVER to actively participate in GOSSIP.  It's the slow death of your SOUL.
  • That starting a business doesn't involve as much planning or money as I once thought.
  • That everything I ever stressed out about didn't matter much a year later.
  • I wish I would have know HOW to plan my "finances" a little better.
  • I wish I'd known that what's right for me isn't necessarily right for someone else.
  • That "failure" IS an option, it's OK, and sometimes it's even good.
  • That "home" REALLY is where the heart is.
  • Wish I'd known that "regrets" keep you from moving on.  Move on and be done with it.
  • That "intelligence" is not necessarily something you're born with, but it IS more importantly, something that can be "worked on".
  • Wish I'd known to just befriend "change"  -  it's inevitable.
  • I wish I'd known how to feel comfortably "weird" about being a little "weird".
  • I wish I'd known that it's true that honesty in every situation is "always, always, always" the best policy.
  • That learning doesn't end when you leave school . . . .
  • That the world is as big as you want it to be . . . .
  • That the world does not owe you any favors, you have to step up to the plate and be counted!
  • That even though women can't really "grow a pair" we should at least be more "assertive".
  • That the phrase "Just Try It" has merit in every single situation in Life.
  • That the little black dress of life could be altered to fit ME!
  • That not being "well off" didn't mean I didn't have a rich life.
  • That love and sex are two entirely different things.
  • That my thoughts control HOW I feel and HOW I feel affects HOW I see the world.
All these things are things that this Bitsy has learned in her many years of being Bitsy.  Some I had to learn the hard way and some just seemed to pop up out of the blue, however ALL of them are things I hope somehow someway I was able to share with the Lil Momma.

OK, enough because the more I think, the more things I realize I wish I'd known.  I came across this video on You Tube and I know that this young woman's Momma and Grandmom have to be beaming with pride.  Heck, I'm proud of her and I don't even know her.  Way to go kiddo.  You see SHE has the right idea.  Say it before you have them and video it!  We should all be so vocal with the things we want our children to know.  

I didn't mention the Webbman tonight much, but I did buy him a pair of Keds today . . . . . size 3.  Every lil guy needs a pair of Keds and if they don't know they do, hopefully their Bitsy does!  Night ya'll.

Friday, July 29, 2011

I don't know if it's Jesus, but I figure we need to hide the Roundup for awhile anyhow!

Happy Friday ya'll.

It's a gorgeous day in Atlanta, Georgia today.  The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and well, it's hot as ever lovin' hell but all the same, we still need to count our blessings when and where we can.  On that note, earlier this morning, I sat on our back patio which faces the greens between the 8th and 9th hole of the golf course and sipped away on my iced tea.  Decidedly, a true Southern Delight and a fine end to our week.  As I sat and watched the clouds move, I remembered many years ago laying in the grass in my Mom and Dad's big wooded front yard and making animals and shapes out of the clouds.  My sister and I adored passing time that way.  I have to say, it made me smile.  It made me look forward to laying in the grass with the Webbman and gazing away at a big puffy dragon, an elephant, a giraffe, a pirate ship or maybe even an angel.  Made me smile . . . . immensely :)

Yes, maybe this is Jesus or maybe it's a water sprinkler?

There is one thing I can honestly say I never remember seeing those years ago as my sister and I configured the sky into a sea of fish or a tent of circus animals.  That one thing is a big "Jesus".  What in the name of sweet Jesus is drawing my mind to ponder "Jesus sightings"?  What spurs me to wonder why he was decidedly absent from my visions?  Well, I can't answer that, but what I can say is as I read the news this morning and came across an article about the trumpet vine/kudzu "Jesus" apparition sighted on a road in North Carolina, all I could come up with was the importance of hiding the bottle of Roundup for awhile until the jury is in. 

I mean, MAYBE? BUT, then again, Maybe NOT?

This Bitsy will be the first person to tell you, I look for guidance in anything and anywhere that the good Lord deems to send it, but I've never been one of those folks that notice a whole bunch of Jesus' in inanimate objects.  Nope, not saying it can't happen, I'm just thinking that if Jesus is going to come to me in the form of let's say "food", I don't think it's going to be in a grilled cheese sammich.  If he did, I probably wouldn't notice him because he'd be slathered pretty darn well and covered up with grape jelly.  He wouldn't really stand much of a chance BUT, with that said, apparently SOME people SEE Jesus in their grilled cheese sandwiches.

Yep, the poor thing would be smothered in grape jelly.  I never would have seen him :(

Apparently, these "Jesus" sightings are not uncommon.  The one that I was "not happy with" for some reason is the one of Jesus in the mildewed plaster board.  This particular item was sold on EBay for right at $2,000.  I don't reckon Jesus would think too much of that, do you? 

Yuck, but who knows?

If I were a different kind of person, I'd probably feel left out that my life hasn't been touched with any sort of vision.  I'm a firm believer that God can and does find his way into people's lives in many amazing ways.  For me, it all started walking up the aisle of O.L.G. church many years ago, and from that point on . . . to coin a phrase, the good man upstairs "HAD me at HELLO" :) 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

I REFUSE to ANSWER on the GROUNDS that I DON'T WANT TO and Those Stupid Angry Birds

I REFUSE to admit to you folks that TODAY I actually found myself wondering what all the "hoopla" about this "Angry Birds" game is.   I also REFUSE to admit to you guys that I have NEVER EVER played a computer game, a video game ~ No Mario Brothers, No Pacman, No Computer Solitaire, No BeDazzled, No CupCake Wars but these damn "Angry Birds" are all over the place, IPhones, Androids, Mobile Apps, Magazines, even stuffed animals.  This Bitsy finds herself on a need to know basis with these angry lil creatures for the Webbman's sake. 

As far as I can tell, I've managed to live rather fully without the video game experience and with all that said, I REFUSE to admit that the possibilities of understanding and mastering this Angry Birds thing COULD have potential for being a little daunting for this Bitsy.  I WILL admit that, as a "Bitsy", I have considered the fact that BOYS seem to actually ENJOY video games.  They SEEM to find endless hours of entertainment in losing themselves, for example, in flocks of multi-colored birds, that are attempting to retrieve eggs that have been stolen by a group of green pigs.  It seems that the object of the game is to eliminate all the pigs using sling shots, ahh now that may explain the appeal of the game.  Is there any wonder WHY these poor birds are ANGRY . . . . . the little creatures are used as ammunition in the sling shots to "take out" the pigs and the structures that the pigs seek shelter in.  There are big pigs, little pigs, pigs with crowns, pigs with helmets and armour.  There are blue birds, yellow birds, red birds, black birds and white birds.  The only redeeming thing I can see about this game is the fact that there ARE "different" colored birds.  I'd like to give Mr. Angry Birds Creator some credit for the possibility of attempting to instill cultural diversity in the masses by including colored birds, but sadly I would venture to say that I'm giving him far too much credit  :)  The "possibility" of acquiring "cultural diversity" is truly the only thing I walked away from as I worked fervently to figure out the appeal of this most revered game.  On the down side, the birds, in all their multi-colored glory, seem to have their own attributes and skills, just like people do . . . . . but don't get too excited.  Blue birds miraculously separate into 3 birds, black birds have the ability to explode, and white birds amazingly drop explosive eggs, but again . . . . . . don't be getting all warm and fuzzy about the things you'll learn as you play "Angry Birds".  The player, pigs, nor birds don't seem to have compassion, intelligence, sympathy, empathy or any other attribute that I'd like to have my lil Webbman learn, although maybe, just maybe I should give Mr. Angry Birds Creator some credit for the fact that some of the birds are "wingless" and could therefore be viewed as disabled and it "could be" said that they are displaying the determination to rise above said disability, but I don't see the ADA giving Mr. Angry Birds Creator any awards.

I did my homework and there's a possibility that I'm alone in my lack of understanding for these Angry Lil Birds.  Let me share some trivia with you about Angry Birds. You should sit down for this one, it's mind boggling, but true . . . . there are 200 million minutes of this game played each day on a global scale.  I'll admit that those that master it seem to quickly become addicted to it.  I'll also say that apparently after battling pigs for a few years now, the birds entered into some form of Peace Treaty with the little stinkers on video.  I try to be well rounded and want to understand this phenomenon in an effort to be somewhat "hip" for my precious grandbaby, so I thought I'd share.  This video was originally in Hebrew and it was created by the Israeli version of SNL.  Due to popular demand, the Angry Birds Peace Treaty video is now available in English, so go ahead and enjoy it with the understanding that they do drop the fbomb once or twice.  :)

With all this said, this Bitsy did spend several hours trying to build my video game skills, although I don't feel I benefited much from this endeavor today.  If someone would ask me today, just what I did because I adored my grandbaby, I would probably HAVE to say "I REFUSE to Answer on the Grounds that I Don't Want To :)  Damn those Angry Birds..............................................There are many speculations regarding the cause of the recent global economic recession, but we all know the truth.  I would just bet that it should be attributed to the Angry Birds and their effect on the productivity of our work force  :) :) 

Til tomorrow.........................................

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Zagats Guide to Fine Dining in WebbLand

This Bitsy has just come back from a 10 day stint in the revered and most coveted and sought after vacation venue of choice - "WebbLand".  I attempted a number of times to get my creative juices to work and "blog" abit, but all I could focus on was how precious my time was with our baby boy.  Every time I plopped down in front of the good ole laptop, I'd hear a growl, a giggle, a gurgle, a shriek of some indiscernible string of sounds which I translated into "Come Get Me Bitsy", although it's entirely possible the lil guy just had gas.  Whatever the Webbman was trying to say, this Bitsy responded in kind with the same growl, the same giggle, the same gurgle and yep even a few shrieks.  I will say, our lil guy has the sounds down pat and sounds adorable when they're coming from him.  Somehow, when they roll off my vocal cords it comes across more like a very large animal in some sort of pain.

Whatever, the case . . . . The lil fella quite rightfully got every ounce of attention I was capable of providing.  We played "toss the ball".  Webb threw it, Bitsy retrieved it.  This went on for some undefined period of time most every day several times a day.  That boy has got one heck of an arm on him!  We read books, lots and lots of books.  Didn't seem to matter which books, he simply likes listening and looking.  Most men could learn from the Webbman - nothing a woman enjoys more than having a man listen to her while she talks, an occasional smile, the occasional giggle or growl are value adding but a one sided conversation can work well for me!

The Webbman has begun to sprout teeth.  He has the most beautiful baby tooth peering out from bottom front center and has another peeking out top front center.  He doesn't quite know why he isn't feeling the love, but he isn't.  Those little suckers are wreaking havoc on the poor lil man, and is taking a toll on the pleasant demeanor of he and his Momma, but as with all baby challenges, the Lil Momma is rising to the occasion and battling teething in full armour. 

The Lil Momma has been working on introducing the Webbman to some "real" food that doesn't come straight out of the "organic" section of the baby food aisle.  Webb found a captive and engaged chef in his Bitsy.  My culinary skills allowed me to offer up fresh mashed sweet potatoes, creamed cauliflower, mashed carrots, fresh peaches pureed perfectly, mashed potatoes and the pie`ce de resi`stance, the true Southern delicacy of baby Lima beans with turkey sausage also smashed, mashed and pureed to perfection!  I am NOT the only culinary goddess in our family.  I would be remiss if I didn't add that Webb's great  "Aunt Miche" offered up some sea salt french fries for his snacking pleasure, and all indications were he appeared to be in french fry heaven.  The Lil Momma offered up some Nilla Vanilla Wafers which, without question, took the blue ribbon for first place with our sweet lil guy out of all offerings.  He even shared some with Gus, the family Labrador, who was happy to have Webb's leftover crumbs.

I'm back in Atlanta now with the hubby and our two dogs.  I wonder what I should do for dinner tonight.  Hmmmm . . . . . . .

Sunday, July 10, 2011

A Rat's Ass, A Hill of Beans and All the Tea in China

McKenzie's 10th Bday, Peanut butter Overload and the Birthday Messenger Mouse!
Well, here we are.  Sunday evening - another weekend gone kaput!  Not a bad weekend as weekends go, got to see the grandgirls (the hubby's precious little grand babies that I am blessed enough to get to share happy moments with).  The oldest turned ten years old this year (milestone birthday).  It's a big deal and yes, kind of sad, but I can look back and remember ten and I immediately go to eleven, then twelve, and so on. I can do this NOW, but I'm not sure that I could have done that when she was ten!  It's hard being a Momma and watching your children grow up right in front of your eyes . . . . every day . . . . every minute . . that damn clock ticks!  Time moves on and your little peanut moves on right with it.   I have to say that each year, life with the Lil Momma just got better!  Always something to enjoy, always something that I was surprised by and best of all, if she wouldn't have made it to ten, we wouldn't have made it to 25 and well we wouldn't have the Webbman!  I can't imagine life without him, of course, I don't really try to.  All I think about is cramming in every little moment I can get of the little guy!  So, CRAM I will and CRAM I will until this Bitsy can cram no more!

I am the type of person who does everything, and I mean "everything" to excess - and this especially applies when baking cakes.  It has never been enough to make a cake from the bottom up, along with ice cream.  No, this Bitsy concocts "mega cakes".  I tend to pile so much stuff on the cake that many times it quite certainly has "caved in" from the inside out.  I've had numerous cake explosions - sad but true.  Cake baking according to Bitsy involves too many layers, too much icing and add-ons that probably don't belong on a cake.  At 54, you would think the thought would occur to me to "step away from the cake pan".  Again yesterday, in an attempt to make something special for our ten year old Birthday Girl who loves peanut butter, I made a "Nutter Butter/Reeces Peanut Butter Cup" Cake.  The mission began - Homemade Chocolate Cake with Homemade Peanut Butter Icing - 3 Layers, Mega Icing with Nutter Butter Mini cookies in between each layer and strategically placed on the top.  I can't attest to the "tastiness" of this mega cake because after making it, the last thing I wanted to do was eat it. What I CAN say is I believe the girls enjoyed the rootbeer floats that we made spur of the moment much more than the "cake that ate Atlanta".

In Excess :) - the Cake that ate Atlanta
That's me . . . a birthday isn't complete unless there is a table set with colored plates, napkins, cups, a centerpiece, candles, ribbon, bows, and yes...............the mega cake.  I have always adored parties, holidays, special occasions, and well just the celebration of every day, and thankfully I can continue to do that.  I am counting the days until the Webbman's First Birthday and yes, I've mentioned to you guys in previous posts about my belief that we may need circus animals, and tents, cotton candy and popcorn.  We NEED it all, and this Bitsy doesn't give a "rat's ass" or a "hill of beans" who believes it may be excessive.  Bottom line is I wouldn't trade "ALL THE TEA IN CHINA" for our time with the Webbman.

On that note, I feel an obligation to ask - Do YOU guys know why we even use those terms?  What is it about a "rat's ass" that has made the saying worth repeating so many many times?  What is it about a "Hill of Beans" that causes us to refer to the fact that "We don't REALLY give a Hill of Beans" about something on many occasion?  And by the way, how MUCH tea is there in China - REALLY?  Just wondering?   

Our little 8 month old - Just had to throw in this picture.  I can do that - IT'S MY BLOG!

  Our Extremely Handsome Webbman! 

Hope ya'll have a good Monday!  Blog ya later alligator!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Move Over Sookie Stackhouse and Have YOU Ever Seen a Financially Embarrassed Vampire?

It's 10 p.m. on a warm Saturday evening here in the "hood".  As our schnauzers, Buddy and Baxter, trot lightly, and kind of spastically, behind me on the cart path in one of the many "futile" efforts to get them to attend to their "nightly constitutions", I hear the faintest of leaves rustling in the perfectly manicured trees surrounding the 9th hole.......COULD IT BE?  This Bitsy's mind raced.  I stopped, looked around up past the dip in the path and back toward the 8th hole . . . only to find one dog on the greens obliging my dreams for a productive walk, and the other dog standing behind me looking at me like "What the hell did you stop for"?  As much as I hate to admit it, week before last I heard the same sound, had the same thought and felt the same "racing heartbeat" that I had tonight~only that night, I was walking my grand dog, Gus in the Mississippi "hood".  It was a false alarm too!  Nope, just the breeze, nothing supernatural, nothing even remotely Ann Rice-like, Stephanie Meyer-like, Laura Adrian, LA Banks, or Charlaine Harris related!  I stood there that night too, taking it in, feeling just a teenie tiny bit, maybe just a little bitty smidgen of a tad . . . . . . disappointed.  Yes, I said it, "Where the heck are my Vampire Diaries buddies, Damon and/or Stefan Salvatore" when you NEED them?  I reckon LIFE at 54 can be sadly predictable :(  The little hot young vampire guys are visibly NOT here!

In the midst of a whole slew of new Vampire Series, be it books, movies or cable series, I have found myself carefully examining the "Lifestyles of the Rich and Vampired".  I guess I never really thought about it much.  Being raised and educated full blooded Catholic for all these years, I can assure you, the life of a bloodsucking vampire is not anything that this Bitsy ever gave any thought to.  Why now?  What is it about these Hollywood Hotshots of the Dark that have made them so interesting all of a sudden?  Well, for me, I can lay out every reason.  Things that I never thought about, NOW seem to be so blatently obvious, and with that said . . . I believe that as a Bitsy, the longevity of my life has become increasingly more important to ME! 

Bitsy's Reasons WHY Being a Vampire May NOT SUCK

  1. Considering the fact that these creatures live forever is rather appealing from this Bitsy's point of view.  I would not grow older, be no worse for the wear and be around to see Webb graduate from High School, College, get married, have children, watch them graduate from High School, College, get married, have children . . . . . YOU get the picture.  All the while, maintaining my faculties (or at least what I have left of them upon changeover from human to blood sucking creature of the night) and all the while, retaining my girlish figure and good looks :) .
  2. The second reason is pretty obvious too.  Apparently, all Vampires are wealthy.  They come from long lines of blood sucking creatures of the night, and everybody knows they do not have to work.  They just travel around the world, volunteer on community Boards, fly around above the trees and "sparkle" nicely in meadows.  The idea of an unlimited source of funding which would facilitate the time spent with the Webbman is increasingly attractive to this Bitsy.
  3. Some of you may bring up the fact that anyone who knows Bitsy knows she LOVES the Beach.  You may wag your fingers in front of my newly poutable lucious red lips and my milky white complextion and say . . . . "She's not gonna like the NO BEACH thing", well you may be right, but every Bitsy has to know that in life, you just have to give up some things and the Beach just may be ONE of them.  REMEMBER that with the unlimited tap of family funds flowing around in the beautiful new mansion my entire family will be living in, I can BUILD a beach in  my back yard and have a roof custom designed to filter the sunlight properly so that I will not only LOOK "tan", I'll look "sparkly" and lovely in my new skinny body that comes with the blood sucker package.
  4. Another reason is I would never NEED a hole punch.  I could open a can of Carnation milk at any time with no problem.
I would like to add that the "NO" soul thing bothers me.  I'm struggling with my Catholic faith too.  I'm still thinking about that one, AND the idea that all my friends and family are going to die off before I do is bothering me a tad too.  A big thing that is bothering me right up there next to the "NO" soul thing is the fact that I believe I'll lose my interest in food.  Chocolate cake is kind of like blood to me, and I don't think I'm ready to give it up.  I'll keep ya'll posted IF I keep hearing those noises that go "woosh" in the night on my dog walks.  I mean you never know.........the blood suckers of the dark may be eyeing up the dogs and not worried about Bitsy at all!

I know, it's like I say all the time . . . .
but the leather jacket thing is really cool and if Damon &
Stefan come with the package?

Nice Looking Jackets Guys - How can I get into your family?

Friday, July 8, 2011

Blogging with "BENEFITS" for Miss Avery

Vote for Avery!
Blogging with Benefits for Miss Avery

Who is the "average" "Bitsy's Bits" reader?
 Are YOU one?
 Do YOU fit in those "average" shoes?

I'm going to answer those questions before you waste time giving them any thought.  After all, we all need to conserve brain cells when and where we are able.  On that note, don't say I never did anything for any of ya'll.  Here goes.

Apparently from what I'm told, there is NOTHING "average" about the Bitsy's Bits reader.  The nice little program that monitors the statistical data which provides such riveting information as the # of page views per day, the search engines used to lead to Bitsy's posts, and the reason readers return daily tells me that the composition of  folks who read this blog can't be "labelled"  You guys aren't abnormal, not below "average", not necessarily above "average", just NOT average and yep "unable to be slapped with a label".  We have a daily reading factor of about 45-50 PPPs (a/k/a people per post).  Total page views since "inception" (about 5 months ago) come in at a whopping 10,943 individual page views as of midnight last night.  I'm told the Blog has a regular committed daily reading audience of about 50 people.  These are people who seem to, no matter what, always find their way to read whatever the hell it is I have to say.  (Thank you to whoever you are :)   The remaining 25 or so of  Bitsy's reading public is comprised of people from the United States, Canada, Denmark, Germany, Romania, Russia, Singapore, Hungary, the United Kingdom, Sweden, Italy, Mexico, Ukraine, Malaysia, Saudi Arabia, and India.  I've said it before and I'll say it again.  I don't know a damn soul in any of these Countries, so these poor people are obviously searching for "something", ending up here, and well "some" of them must like what they read and return, while I'm increasingly certain that others end up here and leave "mumbling" about the inefficiency of the search engine they used and how they need to switch from Google to Bing.  Anyhow, I could continue to bore you with the percentage of folks who find themselves in "Bitsy's World" and whether they used Explorer, FireFox, or backed in through the Pentagon's computer mainframe, but I won't.  What I'm hoping is that "somebody",  "anybody", "anyone" who hits on Bitsy's Bits today will find themselves captivated as I have, captivated by a child.  I reckon all 50 some-odd of you daily avid readers are thinking "Sweet Mother of Pearl, she's headed off about the Webbman again", and on any other day, you would be right, BUT TODAY. . . . . TODAY you are WRONG. 

Today, I'm hoping to be a "blogger with benefits"!
  I'm hoping this blog post will "benefit" a very special little girl.

I'm hoping that I can "SHARE" a tiny bit about this amazing lil pipsqueak, and I'm optimistic that you will find her as captivating and loving as I have.
  I HOPE you will "SHARE" right back.

Avery is a beautiful Mississippi toddler who was diagnosed at 9 months with Glycogen Storage Disease.  Ever heard of it?  Nope, me either until I met Avery.  Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it's not a mean hateful little booger.  It's no fun for anyone, but most especially for a child.  Anyhow, a dear friend of mine has loved and talked about Avery since she was born, but I never had a chance to meet her until March of this year.  Avery's story is truly infectious.  The story, like those of so many other children whose lives are altered by disease and sickness of some sort,  pulls on one's heartstrings.  I won't profess to know much about GSD, but what I do know makes me wish I could find a cure.  What I do know makes me wish I could find a way to help Avery through all the twists and turns of this journey that she has found herself on.  Thankfully, Avery is blessed with two very special committed parents, loving family and friends, amazing doctors and nurses and a positive attitude and personality that was sent straight from heaven.  Really, Avery is a gift straight from the man upstairs.  Her voice, complete with Southern drawl, her eyes and her little prissy walk just melt your heart from the very first glance that you are lucky enough to get of her.  She is the picture of "Don't tell me I CAN'T because I'm going to surely TRY" and that in itself makes everyone she meets want to roll out the red carpet and smile while on their knees doing it.  My blessed opportunity to meet little Miss Avery was in March of this year on a weekend visit with my friend. I, like so many others, have become "Avery" Fans and we believe the best thing we can do is hope, pray and embrace research and study toward a cureHelp ME, help AVERY.  Help my little blog "BENEFIT" Avery. 

With two clicks of your mouse, YOU can HELP Avery.  YOU can increase public awareness about Glycogen Storage Disease and support fund raising efforts to assist in finding a cure for this disease.  Best part, other than the obvious, is that it doesn't cost you a penny.

Avery with her Doctor in May, 2011

It takes one minute and 2 clicks of your mouse.
  Yep, two clicks and it's done!
Click on the Link below, then click on Avery's race car!

Click HERE.  Right NOW:   Blogging with Benefits for Miss Avery

Please vote daily in this contest for Avery.  If you want to learn more about GSD, I've placed some links at the bottom of my post.  I'm not an expert, truthfully, I'm NO kind of "pert", but what I do know is Avery would appreciate your "clicks" and so would "Bitsy".  Thank you sincerely.

Avery on vacation - yeah ice cream would be nice but instead she has a SUGAR FREE RING POP! 

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Monday, July 4, 2011

I like you WEBB. and I Think You will Like Me TOO.

This Katie Perry song just says it all for me about the Webbman, so I thought I would share it with you.  I had to leave my lil guy to come back to "real life" after 3 weeks in Webbheaven, and I must say, I'm feeling kind of poorly, pouting pretty ineffectively and sad beyond any fair description of words.  The only thing that has made me feel a little better has been watching the fireworks display in the New York Harbor going on.  Just amazing sight.  Wish I had Webb with me to watch them..........................well, one day......!

When you stay
You make me feel like it's all
And now I know that the sun
Will only shine
When the clouds go away
Cause that's how you make me feel
That's how you make me feel today
And you're like a little piece of candy
On my tongue
You're so much fun
And I flip like a butterfly
With one look in your eyes
That's how you make me feel
That's how you make me feel tonight

And I think I like you
And I think you like me too

Lets keep dreaming and wishing
This way
Grownups don't take enough time to play
Love, and so, it matters at the end of the day
That's how you make me feel
Thank you for making me feel this way

And I think I like you
And I think you like me too
Webb, Bitsy just thinks I discovered our new theme song   YAY

Friday, July 1, 2011

Bitsy asks "Why Do We Feel Compelled to "Dress Up" Our Pets" as she heads out looking for the PERFECT 4th of July Outfit for Buddy & Baxter!

Properly Poised For Patriotic Partying..And Hating Its Owner
I'm the worst, and I know it.  My poor two schnauzers have been dressed up in hula skirts, Christmas wreaths, Halloween outfits, Turkey Hats, and countless other silly attire that made me smile many times in their lives.

Today, as I headed to WalMart to look for red/white/blue tiara's to place on their little "male" heads, I pondered as to whether I was unique in my obsession to "dress animals up for the holidays"?  I guess I should admit, that I seem to do this to the Webbman too, but his Daddy has kind of "reeled" Bitsy in on this one.  He still allows it within reason, a Tshirt here, a Tshirt there, but I don't think I'm going to have an opportunity to dress him like Mr. Bingle again this Christmas.  Glad I seized the moment while I could last year! 

So with that thought process in mind, I used my favorite of favorite things ............................. GOOGLE!  I found that it seems others have similar problems when it comes to their pets.  I thought I would share on this 4th of July weekend ....... Here goes.

Poor Dog . . .  America just threw up on him.
Exploiting Your Dog..And Your Country  - Notice the Blue Toenails.

Escape by Air ????
Why .... just Why?
Tiny hat's not helping.

Your Dog is NOT Uncle Sam - MINE on the other hand,
 is an entirely different story :)

Last but not least, Happy 4th of July from Buddy, Bitsy's schnauzer who of course, does not look silly at all :)

I have serious issues with my "Mother" or
 maybe SHE just has ISSUES period.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Learning What You DON'T Want Out of Life, Bitsy and her short stint as a Flight Attendant and Where do I want to be in 10 years?

Almost as much fun as being captured by hungry canabilistic pygmies and being offerred a last meal.

I reckon 54 is too old to use the excuse of  "mid life crisis" unless ya'll firmly believe the Webbman will have me around til I'm 108.  Poor little fella, can you picture that?  Bitsy still blogging about "Gawd" knows what at 108.  I know you have all figured out that there is nothing much sacred in Bitsyworld, so at the ripe old age of 108, I may be discussing the advantages of Depends products, my roomies at the home which, by the way, I will only be going to kicking and screaming if the Lil Momma has her way.  She has politely informed me that it is not her fault she is an "only child of divorced parents" and that IF she has to she'll put her father and me in the same home and make us share a room if I keep complaining about how I'm not ever going to one of those places!  Anyhow, I really don't think I can get away with attributing all the recent ponderings I've been kicking around about "what I want to be when I grow up" and "where I want to be ten years from now to a mid-life crisis, maybe they just need to increase my meds?

I'm sure most people my age already have gotten with some "life coach" and mapped out benchmarks, retiring, travelling the world and things along those lines.  I, on the other hand, am still looking for the "perfect" job.  You know, the one that "is your passion, makes you whole, completes your life and that moves heaven and earth".  Kind of sounds from that scenario that I may be looking to be a hooker or at the very minimum some serious smooching leading to other more interesting activities, but I'm not.  I've been dreaming about "What I Really Wanted to Do With the Remainder of My Days on this Beautiful Earth".

I always remember my Dad telling me that in order to figure out what you want out of life, it helps to have a good idea of what you DON'T want out of life.  I've talked before in other posts about all the different things "workwise" that I have tackled in my lifetime, and of course, there were good things and not so good things about each one.  The only professional move I made that I can honestly say was horrific and that I look back and question my sanity on was hiring on as a "flight attendant" with ASA/Delta out of Atlanta.  It was the hardest, least appreciated, most over-rated, least glamorous, aggravation inducing position that this Bitsy ever held.  What possessed me to decide to walk into the flight attendant shoes?  Who knows really, except there I was, recently divorced, in a small town, with one reasonably decent job in the can after being involved in a very public "messy" outcome from that position, so one unsuspecting morning "there it was" ....... the ad in the paper staring me in the face as if it was a blinking lit message from God ........"Travel the World.  ASA/Delta Airlines Seeking Top Notch Flight Attendants.  Apply blah blah blah", so apply I did.  Two weeks later, I found myself being flown to Atlanta for a group interview, a week later I found myself being flown to Atlanta for an individual interview, two weeks later I found myself participating in 8 weeks of intensive "flight attendant from hell" training and I realized then that it was not a message from God I had received, but quite possibly a direct call from Lucipher himself.  At that point, I considered calling in a Priest for a consult, but I figured I needed to stick it out and see where the cards fell.  The class of 60 trained in Atlanta daily from 8 a.m. until sometimes 8 at night, tested rigorously, climbed out of emergency doors onto wings of planes, down shoots, worked on test dummies, used defibulators, suited up in Firefighter suits and were locked in fire set smoke filled trailers having to maintain our wits tending to passengers and putting fires out in the dark.  Basically we were put through Flight Attendant Bootcamp Hell hosted by Nazi's. Out of our original 60, 41 made the cut.  I, of course, being raised to believe I could do anything. . . . persevered.  ME, the small town girl raised in a population of 25K or less, moving to Atlanta and driving with the 420,000's of people who navigate like bats out of hell to and from the airport as did I for my scheduled flights to Memphis, Birmingham, Montgomery, Baton Rouge, Gulfport, Charleston, Valdosta, Willmington, Daytona Beach, Jacksonville, Myrtle Beach, Savannah, Knoxville, Raleigh/Durham, Washington, North Carolina, South Carolina.......etc. until one day I said "What the hell am I doing flying around the Southeast and various other places at the age of 47~had I lost my mind?"  The answer was YES, I had.  Worst, most aggravating job in the world (at least for me it was).

Being the type of person I am, I tried to add humour to the situation by changing up my Attendant Announcements to the passengers to things like:
  1. "Should the cabin lose pressure, oxygen masks the overhead area. Please place the bag over your own mouth and nose before assisting children ... or other adults acting like children."
  2. "As you exit the plane, make sure to gather all of your belongings. Anything left behind will be distributed evenly among the flight attendants. Please do not leave children or spouses."
  3. "Your seat cushions can be used for flotation; and, in the event of an emergency water landing, please paddle to shore and take them with our compliments."
  4. "Welcome aboard Atlantic Southeast Airlines, the Delta Connection Flight XXX to YYY. To operate your seat belt, insert the metal tab into the buckle, and pull tight. It works just like every other seat belt and, if you don't know how to operate one, you probably shouldn't be out in public unsupervised."
Sadly, I found that NOBODY listens to the public safety announcements we were required to make and/or that if they listened, they didn't give a flip about what you said, they were going to panic no matter what!

My application process and training lasted longer than the time I actually worked on the job.  Those meager 7 months still trigger nightmares about rolling those stupid metal carts down the aisles, the drunk passengers, the belligerent argumentative know it alls who could have cared less if you told them 40 times to put their damn seat belts on and extend their tray tables and seat backs to an upright position, the older people flying alone, the turbulence.  I still have nightmares about the spilled hot coffee, the one passenger on every flight who was the definition of an "asshead" and the different hotel room in a different City every night.  I decided they could keep this luxurious job and give it to some other poor unsuspecting fool who believed she could do anything just like me! 

So, you see, we all have to go through these kinds of jobs . . . . the ones we think we want, but really don't . . . . . to finally get to the job we really want, the one we have a passion for, the one that makes us light up at the thought of reporting for duty.  I think I know what it is . . . . in fact I KNOW I do, problem is I just can't figure out how to make a living off of this "Bitsy" position, but I'm persistent and I'm not giving up on it.  Where there's a will . . . . there's a way.  Right?  Night kiddo's. 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Jaron & the Long Road to Love & Bitsy Prays For You :)

This is a picture of nobody I know, but it seemed appropriate,
so after reading tonight's blog, take solace in knowing they're PRAYING for YOU.

There is nothing quite as peaceful and settling to me than the sound of rain, thunder and gusts of wind whipping around the house.  You would think being a Mississippi Gulf Coast Girl and a Multiple Hurricane veteran who sat in a skiff tied to the columns of our home in 6' of rising churning water with pine trees cracking in half, hearing the screams of neighbors on rooftops and wondering if we were going to have to "swim for it" would have made me a tad skittish of the wind, rain and tropical season, but it didn't. Maybe it was my Mother saying the Rosary in the boat as she hollered at my Dad to swim out and grab the "Family Bible" that was floating away in the churning waters or maybe it was my sister holding the dog in her arms telling our little canine family member that everything would be just fine, or maybe it was my neighbors showing up as the waters receded in their drawers for the lack of anything else to wear.  Whatever it was, bad weather soothes my soul.  I'm just loonie like that.  Sadly, my grand-dog, Gus, does not find the solace and peaceful feeling that I do in bad weather. It makes me sad to see him cringe and tremble and pace.  Just hurts my heart.  To add to the lunacy on my end, tonight I found myself sniveling over an NCIS episode, and yes I've taken my hormone medicine!  Gibbs just gets to me, and as I watched him hold his long time friend in his arms as his buddy croaked, I thought about our immortality and one thought led to another and having the thought process that I do. . . . . the bad weather, the NCIS episode and the stressed grand dog made me realize how extremely blessed I am to be watching and witnessing my only child live life as a healthy, happy, loved adult, as a happily married young woman, as an extremely effective caring nurturing Mother to my precious lil Webbman.  I'm sure you're wondering how I got from one thought to the next, but I did and I've been told that the way my mind works is a mystery, but so is life and it's pretty good, so my MIND must be too, right?  Right.... ?

I realized as I crawled in the bed tonight that I hadn't had time to blog in a few days, so here I am doing one of the things I love best . . . "talking".  I know "blogging" isn't really "talking", but somehow when I do it, I feel like I'm just "talking" to a bunch of friends.  I never really think about the fact that a great number of you don't know me from "Adam's house cat", that is IF "Adam" even had a house cat!  I reckon it depends on which "Adam" they are referring to because surely the "Adam" of "Adam and Eve fame" did not since he didn't have a house, he had a "Garden of Eden", so if it was him, the saying would go . . . "You don't know me from Adam's Garden Cat".  Anyhow, every once in awhile, I look at my blog's page view numbers and I know I don't have 7,439 friends and I know I don't know anyone in France, China, Russia, Canada, the United Kingdom, Australia, etc., but you guys are getting to know me and I'm happy you are, as long as you aren't "bad" people.  I kinda figure anybody who reads my blog about a grandbaby and a grandma called Bitsy can't be "bad" people, right again?  I hope ya'll will all write my grandson when the good Lord decides it's my time to go and tell him how much I loved him.  I'll provide his address at a later date when I determine that you are all indeed definitively NOT "bad" people, that indeed you all have "white horses" and will undoubtedly ride in on them for my services - again "WHEN" the time comes.

I was fixing to say my nightly prayers and as I did, I kind of giggled.  I thought about a song I heard on the radio after a friend asked if I had ever paid it any attention.  I'm a big "listen to the beat" kind of person.  The song could be singing about four monkeys and their quest for World Peace and if it had a good beat, I'd be tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and patting my feet.  The song is called "I'll Pray For You".  It's a great song and while I'll admit, it's not the nicest of sentiments in prayer, but I'd be fibbing if I said the songwriter hadn't pegged a few things I just bet we'd all thought at some point in our lives.  Here's the song, followed by the lyrics for your listening and reading pleasure.

I haven't been to church since I don’t remember when
Things were goin’ great ‘til they fell apart again
So I listened to the preacher as he told me what to do
He said you can’t go hatin’ others who have done wrong to you
Sometimes we get angry, but we must not condemn
Let the good Lord do His job and you just pray for them

I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray you’re flyin’ high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know where ever you are honey, I pray for you

I’m really glad I found my way to church
‘Cause I’m already feelin’ better and I thank God for the words
Yeah I’m goin’to take the high road
And do what the preacher told me to do
You keep messin’ up and I’ll keep prayin’ for you

I pray your tire blows out at 100 and 10
I pray you pass out drunk with your best friend and wake up with his and her tattoos

I pray your brakes go out runnin’ down a hill
I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I’d like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray you’re flyin’ high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car,
wherever you are honey, I pray for you.

Good Night Folks . . . . . . I have people I have to "pray" for. 

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Girl Singer in the Band, Old Friends and that guy at the Bar!

Last night ended up being the first "footloose and fancy free" night that this Bitsy has had in the week and a half that she has been "home" visiting with the Lil Momma, Precious and the Webbman.  Truth be known, it's the first night I've been OUT anywhere other than to EAT in a number of years!   A last minute invitation came up to have a "girl's" night with a group of very very very old and very very very dear friends.  It's always struck me as odd how the friends you had as children, and in my case all through high school, come with "no expiration date".  They're amazing because you quite literally "pick up right where you left off" when you see them again.  It doesn't matter how long it's been since you've seen them, what they look like, their current situation in life or anything else - all that matters is they are the same girls, more like sisters, that were there when you mortified yourself in front of your first boyfriend, that you were in and out of their homes as kids, knew their "momma and them", experienced joy with them, sadness with them and in my case, quite simply . . . . . "Just Always Knew If I Needed Them", really really needed them that they would come, no matter what unquestionably and see you for the person you were before life jaded you!  Old friends are disguised as regular people, but somehow I believe they are angels placed on this earth to pick you up and dust you off when you most need it!  I must have been covered with dust because I feel better today.

Well, enough on all that.  The "Friends Forever" Crew hauled this "Casino" novice to the Island View Casino for dinner, got me signed up for the players club so I could get my "FREE PLAY funds" since of course, I had no FREE PLAY funds of my own and enjoyed a nice meal (which one of the FF Crew graciously paid for with her comps).  Not living close to anywhere that facilitates gaming, I've never had an appreciation for any of it, but I could see last night just HOW it could become a "social" event and yep, I reckon a social "detriment".  It was a treat for this Bitsy since I've never graced the doors of the Island View Casino.  At any rate, I played and lost my FREE PLAY funds in a split second and off I went to the open area to enjoy to the band.  As I sat there, watching the people interacting I thought, as I so often do, and then I thought some more.  I over analyzed every person, came up with my own judgment of who they were, what they did in life, their personalities and every other thing about them that I had NO realistic idea as to what their real story was.  By the looks of some of the women dancing and flitting about, I am fairly certain they had been practicing their swaggers and dance moves on "poles" located either in their homes or place of employment.  Gosh, I never thought this thought would cross my mind, but "At least they must have a job in this economy :), even if it may include a "pole".  Then there were the young twenty somethings out just having a good time, lots of girls dancing alone, dancing with other girls and well, just dancing wherever they stood.  The inhibitions that lurked inside of this Bitsy at their age, certainly are not present in them at their age.  I watched the one lone older gentleman ask every younger woman in the place to dance (and when I say OLD, bear in mind OLD is relative to me, and his OLD was somewhere around 90).  This is when I began to feel as if I should lower my definition of OLD to include ME!!!  Funny thing is, I didn't want to dance with the old guy anyhow, but when I got passed over I was a smidgen offended :)  I was somewhat relieved when he fell out on the dance floor that it was with one of the "pole dancers" and that I had indeed been deemed as dance unworthy by his old a@#.  Before ya'll start thinking I'm heartless and lack compassion, a few people helped him up and off he went. . . . . .never missing a beat to Boom Boom Pow!

All the "Friends Forever Crew" had straggled back to join me, apparently none substantially richer, but visibly not crying over losing the farm either, so all in all a good night from what I could tell in the world of pass time gaming!  We sat and talked and laughed and sat and talked and laughed some more for what seemed like an hour, but turned out to be multiple hours passing far too quickly.  One thing we all agreed on is that it's a given that as a group we DO NOT LIKE "well endowed, chiseled legged, short black dress wearing girl singers in bands.  We all agreed as a group that it didn't matter that she could belt out a song that sounded like Aretha Franklin coming out of a 5'2", 100 pd., stiletto heel wearing, healthy shining long black hair wearing late 20's girl singer, we would have much preferred listening to a full bodied, frizzy haired brunette of mixed heritage, wearing a Mu Mu, converse tennis shoes that had equal singing ability.  Jealousy in action?  Well maybe, but the fact remains, the b*&%h didn't need to be rubbing her short black dress and shiny hair in our face.  Mu Mu's win out every time.

Despite the girl singer and her obvious lack of fashion sense, the band was good.  Because our little group hadn't seen each other in many years, we felt the need to capture the moment for posterity on our camera phones.  Task at hand - pick just the right young man trolling at the bar that was just sober enough to get the picture in focus.  Well, we found him.  Seemed like a very nice young man in his late 20's, happy to oblige the group of motherly women who were having such a good time!  You tell me if we picked the right guy . .

Friends Forever Thru Thick and Thin

Well, maybe we should have found someone who could take a better picture, but he turned out to be a very nice fellow who delivered a round of pretty blue drinks to the "motherly crew" and took it very well when I asked him to somehow assure us that the drinks were not laced with any type of date rape drug.  He did call over his friends to assure me that he was a good guy and wouldn't ever do that, so after asking him to swap drinks with me, I believed him, drank my drink and shortly thereafter he disappeared for the remainder of the evening with one of the younger pole dancing contingent :).  I guess "good for him", but as a Bitsy, I am going to do my best to warn the Webbman about the dangers of the pole dancing contingent that lurk about just looking for nice young men who purchase drinks for groups of 50ish women cackling randomly at life!  Take heed Webbman.......your Bitsy will always try to steer you clear of the "pole".

I hope the Friends Forever Crew don't wait so long next time, because if we do, I'm fairly certain there best be a Casino in the afterlife because I would lay odds, I'm not here for another 35 years~Happy Saturday ya'll.  Enjoy.