Thirty-Six years ago today, I made my fabulous debut into the world.

Thirty-Six years later, I try to spread fabulosity wherever I go.


Thirty-Six years ago today, it was a Tuesday and it was snowing.

Thirty-Six years later, it is a Friday and the wind is blowing like mad.

Thirty-Six years ago, I immediately became a little sister to twin brothers.

Thirty Six years later, I am raising two boys who have no desire to have a sister.

Thirty Six years ago today, I was born in a Charleston Hospital about two miles from the house I would call home until I married McDaddy.

Thirty Six years later, I live about fifteen miles from that same hospital and pass it almost daily.

Thirty Six years ago today, I came out screaming.

Thirty Six years later, I am much more subdued (ahem!)

Thirty Six years ago today, my mama got the daughter she was hoping for and my daddy got a daughter whos name he forgot so he referred to me as “what’s her name!”

Thirty Six years later, I am close with my mama and daddy and am thankful that God gave me to them.

No doubt I will be asked over and over how I feel about turning the Big Three Six. Rest Assured that with the exception of a sore leg, an itchy ear, and a heel spur, I feel fabulous!

I know without a doubt that I am living the best years of my life.

I have two sweet boys who I adore and I feel blessed to be their mother.

I have a husband who adores me and longs to make me happy.

Thirty Six Years ago, my parents felt blessed by me.

Thirty Six Years later, I am counting every single one of my blessings!

Happy Birthday To Me! Here’s to another 36!

iCould Blog From My iPhone!

I have no idea when or where I was when I decided that I “needed” an iPhone.

I just know that the thought was in my head a long time before I ever whined about mentioned it to anyone.  And once something gets into my head people, well, lets just say, it’s not usually pretty. I start by dropping subtle hints to McDaddy and when that doesn’t work, I kick it into high hear mentioning that our church prayer chain could benefit from my access to the internet at all times, even when I’m wandering aimlessly around Wal-Mart or sitting in the pick-up line at the school. Not to mention its usefulness to me and this bloggy empire I’m building because the iPhone would allow me to link up to a blog carnival whether I’m at home or out and about spreading my fabulosity throughout the city and because I can get your comments immediately!

Heck, iCould blog from the iPhone!

Oh, and if I’m being honest the iPhone commercial about the CheckPlease app appealed to me because it would mean that I would never ever as long as we both shall live would have to struggle to figure up 15% of my restaurant bill to leave a tip.

Sometimes, the pressure of that is more than I can take because me and the math are not good friends. If the percentage I am trying to figure has nothing to do with a great sale on some new shoes, you can pretty much forget about it.

If I had only known how much easier math life would be with an iPhone in it, I would have stepped up my iPhone campaign months ago. The last time I checked (with my trusty friend Google from my beloved iPhone, of course) there were over 50,000 apps although I suspect that number increases everyday as people with too much time on their hands from all around the world write (design?) apps for anything you can think of. I’m waiting for an app to wipe my hind-end, but a quick trip to the app store in search of that very thing surprisingly does not exist.

Of the thousands of apps available, I currently have 65 which seems a bit excessive until my brother-in-law who has had his iPhone all of four days informed me he has well over two hundred.


It’s so easy to get sucked into this thing.

Moderation is important.

But sometimes when you are dealing with the best gadget of your time (sorry TiVo!) you want to learn all there is to learn about the new love in your life.

A few days ago I hopped up on my bed to put my make-up on as I do every morning. (I know, I know, I should be in front of a well-lit mirror so that I can see the best angle of my cheek bones, blah, blah, blah!) anyway, as I was saying, I was on my bed getting ready to apply a long list of pure, safe and beneficial product that I purchased from my sister-in-law the Arbonne consultant when I clicked the KLOVE app. Only the KLOVE app wouldn’t play.

Nor would Pandora.

As I slid my fingers across the screens, I was desperate for the phone to make a noise. I worried that the audio output (it almost sounds as if I know what I’m talking about!) was done. I worried that I had dropped it one too many times and I worried that my sweet Alex had hit something the day before that caused the silence I was hearing. The phone wouldn’t even make the little click that it makes when you ‘unlock’ the screen.

I just knew my beloved iPhone had suffered some sort of chronic problem.

I headed to the AT&T store and was surprised to find out that I only needed to turn it off and back on to “reboot” the sound problem. I was so relieved that my precious was okay, I bought one of these… (on the left!)

It is an otterbox and I had no idea what an otterbox was until I pled my case at the AT&T store and complained about the danger of a fatal drop on concrete.  It makes the phone a little bulkier, but I feel at ease now because the thing is like a super-duper shock absorber.

The iPhone and its Otterbox works for me!

And, if you happen to be looking for a great Christmas gift to give, the iPhone would be a fabulous gift for anyone especially those needing help with their math.

Check out We Are THAT Family for more things that work for people.

Thursday Thirteen – Thirteen Things In My Purse

As always, my mind raced when it came time for me to decide what I’d do for Thursday Thirteen this week.

I was just about to wow you with 13 things on my fridge, when I decided my purse was closer and well, because I’m too lazy to make my way from my big, blue, bloggy chair to the fridge which is a total of about eight steps.

What can I say? It’s been a long day and I’m lazy.

So, off we go.

Here’s a picture of my purse and the randomest 13 things you’ll ever find in a purse. The purse is a Tignanello and I bought it at a QVC auction about three weeks ago. It’s not quite as big as I would like but at the time, I couldn’t pass up the chance to buy a new handbag with a thick strap and lots of compartments.

1. My wallet – Is a soft red-leather fossil wallet. I bought it when I bought a matching purse, but apparently the folks at fossil don’t make a purse to last more than about three months, so I took it back when one of the straps began to rip. I kept the wallet.

2. GUM – My fellas love to chew gum and for some reason they always ask for it in church. As of this writing, there is Extra pink kind and Doublemint which they don’t like because they say it is hot.

3. Hand Sanitizer – I’ve never been a real big fan of hand sanitizer, however, I’m a hand sanitizer nazi thanks to a certain pig flu that is going around. I am doing my best to keep it away from my little fellas, so I keep some in my purse and in my van, too.

4. ABREVA – This little gem is like my American Express. At the very first hint of itching or burning on my lip, I apply this stuff in an attempt to chase the stupid fever blisters away. I HATE fever blisters. They are ugly and they are stupid. Somewhere along the way, someone decided I would be in that catergory that got fever blisters. I’d like to be in the other catergory. The catergory that doesn’t get fever blisters. Instead, I pay $24.99 for one ounce of this stuff and hope like heck I never have to use it. Can you say  highway robbery? I keep waiting for Wal-Mart to come up with a Great Value Fever Blister Creme or Equate Fever Blister sauve. I’m sure it would cost 50% less and come in a bright little package.

5. A Black Sharpie – Because you never know when you’ll need a black sharpie. I triple puffy heart the sharpie.

6. Fruit Roll-Up – My kids don’t like fruit roll-ups, so I was perplexed as how one found its way to the bottom of my purse. Upon investigation, Alex remembered getting it in Sunday School class. Hum… it’s amazing what you’ll find when you clean out your purse or look for thirteen really weird things in your purse. Whichever.

7. Pocket Calendar – I am a calendar junkie. You may recall that I posted a picture of our family calendar on today’s You Capture post. I also have a purse calendar that I sync up each week. Now that I have a beloved iPhone, I also use the Calendar on it. It will be hard for me to make the switch from purse calendar to iPhone but I think its coming. Its hard to keep three calendars going at the same time. Especially when you’re as busy as I am.

8. Money – I have exactly $37.84 cents in my purse. I went looking for a pair of black dress shoes at the mall today, but of course they didn’t have a 9 1/2 in the style I wanted. So, I saved my $37.84 for another day. (Hopefully tomorrow will be the day!)

9. Clinique Lipstick: Guava Stain – My favorite lipstick. I’ve been wearing this same shade for years. It’s expensive but I like it the best. I also put Clinique lip-liner on before the lipstick. I used to follow all that up with Cherry Blistex Lip Infusion but I dropped it in my van about a month ago and it hasn’t been seen since.

10. FLOSS – Oh, me and the floss have a weird relationship. I never want to floss just before bedtime because I’m too sleepy. So, I carry floss in my purse and I try to remember to do it frequently so that I won’t have to have a stupid floss lesson the next time I’m at the dentist.

11. White-Out Roller – My OCD requires me to carry this thing so that when I make a mistake in my calendar I can white-it-out.


Yes, probably.

Still, I’m a freak with a really neat pocket calendar.

12. Checkbook – I don’t always carry a checkbook with me however, McDaddy doesn’t like it when I extract money from the little ATM machine and neglect to write it in because well? that can cause some problems next month. So, I’ve been doing my very best to remember to write all my stuff in so I can stay on McDaddy’s good side.

13. Medicine – I am the world’s worst at forgetting my blood pressure medicine until I have a splitting headache. So, I try to carry a few in my purse for those days that I’m spreading my fabulosity all over town and discover I’ve forgotten to take that 1mg of cardura. Apparently that 1mg is pretty important. I also carry alleve.

Now, wasn’t that fun?

And speaking of fun, wouldn’t 50 custom-made thank you cards be fun for the holidays? Please go here to enter the give-away. I’ll pick a winner on Sunday. Seriously, go there right now!

Have fun, y’all!

Some Fabulous Fudge With Some Below Average Photography

If you’ve been with me from the beginning of this gig here at From Inmates To Playdates, you might have heard this a time or two. It’s so good though, it’s worth repeating.  First, let me apologize for the photography. Please keep in mind this is a recipe post and not a photography one.

Kristen over at We Are That Family has asked us to share our favorite holiday/entertaining/celebration tip this week. [I love the holiday WFMW button!]

With the holidays just around the corner, I scanned my brain for my best tip. I have a December birthday. Stevie has a December birthday. There is always a Christmas play at church in December and there are countless shopping trips. Throw in various holiday parties and Christmas dinners and you have a month that I barely remember when its all said and done.

You can pull this little tip out of your proverbial Thanksgiving or Christmas hat when you discover you have company coming and your cupboards are bare. [It’s important to note that I would never use the words cupboards *IRL. Instead I would say cabinets.]

*In Real Life

 Warning: My culinary expertise may surprise you.

 Because while it is obvious from all appearances that I have a love for all things sweet, it is a well-known fact that I am not known for my mad skillz in the kitchen. For that reason, when I find something that works, and I mean really works, especially in the kitchen, I feel the need to share it.

And, for something to really work for me in the kitchen it must meet the following criteria.

  •  fast
  • easy
  • fail proof

What can I say? I am a simple girl who knows very little about the kitchen.

So, without further ado, may I present Julie’s Fabulous Fudge.

Actually, I didn’t invent the recipe, but if you’re copying it over to a fancy little recipe card, I’d love for you to think of me when you make it. Otherwise, you can call it Libby’s Peanut Butter Fudge. Libby is my neighbor and she also happens to be the source of this sweet little goldmine.

Truth be known it’s real name is probably ‘No Fail Fudge’ or ‘Five Minute Fudge’ or ‘The Quickest Fudge In The World’.

You can call it what you want.

 Whatever it’s called It Works For Me! You can visit the link to find other things that may work for you too!


1 tub of vanilla frosting

 18 ounce jar of JIFFY Peanut Butter

 Peel the seal off of a tub of vanilla frosting. Microwave it for 20 seconds. Mix vanilla frosting and jar of peanut butter in a microwavable container and microwave for two minutes.

Stir and pour mixture into an 8X8 {Longaberger} Baking Dish.

Allow fudge to harden.


 See, I told you it was quick and easy.

*For Variation: You can use chocolate frosting or add your favorite nut to the end mixture.

Head over to Kristen’s place for more holiday/entertaining/celebrating tips!

Disorderly Conduct

For years, I have struggled with my hair.

I want to have fabulous hair.

And by fabulous I mean, simple to style with a big finish.

Notice I said simple to style, not simply style until I get frustrated and quit. In high school I had a “big” finish. Or at least my bangs did!

Oh my word, there are bangs for days! Needless to say me and the Rave were friends. You remember the Rave, right? I also might have been known to wear hair bows and colored scrunchies, too!

I kept my hair long for a number of years, but I did scale the bangs back a bit.

Then, one day a year or so ago, I was having my hair trimmed when I noticed a piece of string on the top of my head. The following conversation followed:

ME:  Is that a string on the top of my head?

FRANK:  Um, that’s not a string.

ME:  Is that a gray hair?

FRANK:  Honey, there’s more than one up there.

ME: When can you get me in to highlight this mess?

That conversation resulted in a new era for me.

When I went back for gray removal highlights, I asked Frank for a fabulous new hair style. Preferably a style that I could do!

This is the before:

 As you can see, I used a small clip to pull the sides of my hair back. Then, I grabbed all of my bangs and curled  them under. To finish off the “do” I’d tease the ends of my hair for a bit of volume.



It’s interesting to note that I am standing with Jennifer Rothschild and Dr. Phil (her Dr. Phil). Her hair is fabulous. And she is blind. My hair is aptly labeled “mess” and this was actually a good hair day.

Frank gave me a fabulous, blonde style.

 Then, a week or so ago, I was in the chair again as Frank finished trimming my hair.

He squirted some goop in his hands (I hate goop!) and gently ran his fingers through the back of my hair giving it a little flip.

The same flip I have worked on for the past year.

Only, his flip was a cute flip and surprisingly, my hair didn’t feel like plastic after the goop.

Harps began to play.

Crickets began to sing.

And all was right in my world.

I asked Frank about the “miracle goop” and he showed me a tube of product called Disorder.

Ice Hair Dis-Order Elastic Gel

I was sold.

I asked Frank if I could buy a tube of the stuff and he informed me that the manufacturers are no longer making it and that once he sold all he had he would no longer be able to get it.

Just my friggin’ luck.

I am hoping that the folks at Joico get a whiff of this post and decide to continue making Disorder because folks, I’m telling you, this stuff works for me!

Check out other Works For Me Wednesday posts over at We Are THAT Family.

You Capture – ME!

I was simply overjoyed when Beth announced on her blog that this week’s You Capture challenge would be YOU.

Or, I guess I should say me!

Eh, what I mean is she is challenging us to take pictures of ourselves this week.

Sweet mercy. Finally, a photographic challenge I will excel at.

Not because I’m beautiful and photogenic and what have you, but mainly because I’m a lunatic when it comes to taking pictures of myself. Thanks to the Facebook, I’ve had lots of practice taking self-portraits. For that reason, I am more than ready for this challenge.

It’s called talent.

Granted it won’t make me loads of money or make me famous.

But it will sure make this challenge fun and exciting.

I present to you, ME – live and in person.


And one more….

There you have it!

Me, Myself and I.

Oh, and Stevie.

Head over to I Should Be Folding Laundry for more “Me” You Captures.

Next week’s challenge – MOTION

Thursday Thirteen – X Words for $800. Alex.

I like the letter “X.”

Really, I do.

But dang this was a tough week.

Many of you probably have no idea how we came up with the name Alex for our second son. While I was pregnant, I was sitting at my dining room table with my huge assortment of scrapbook supplies sprawled out in front of me. The stack of letter stickers stared back at me and it dawned on my that yes indeed I have a ton of “X” stickers and not many words to use them for.

Right then and there, I decided our unborn baby boy’s name would be Xerxes.

Or Alex.

And lucky for Alex, Alex won out.

Did you know that the letter “X” is the 3rd least common letter in the English language?

Me neither.

But it made perfect sense after trying to come up with 13 common words for this week’s edition of Thursday Thirteen. You should know that if I were left to my own devices, this post would be called Thursday Three and it would consist of x-ray, xylophone and xerox.

After thinking about it for about ten minutes, I cheated, and Googlized “words beginning with the letter X.” As I read through the long list of words, I tried to make an educated (ahem!) guess as to what the words meant. Then, I clicked on the word, read the actual definition and had a good laugh.

Just because I like to shake things up a bit, I’m going to do something a little different this week. I’ll list the word, along with what I think the word means. Then, underneath the word, I’ll share the actual definition. 

Sound good? 

I thought so.

1. XANADU – The opposite of Xanadont.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: An idyllic, beautiful place.

2. XEROMA – A smell associated with the letter “X”

ACTUAL DEFINITION: Abnormal dryness of the conunctive and cornea of the eyes; may be due to deiciency of vitamin A.

3. XEROGRAPHY – A map to find your way around the copy machine.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: The word for a process to copy documents. Who knew?

4. XANTHIPPE  – An expensive brand of chocolate.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: Ill tempered woman (ahem!)  I wouldn’t know anything about her.

5. XENODOCHEIONOLOGY – The study of the relationship between Xenos and Docheions.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: Love of hotels. – I love hotels. This happens to be the Ritz Carlton in San Juan. I have never been to San Juan, but this hotel looks fabulous! It is fit for a princess.

(Note to McDaddy: Check out the possibility of a trip to San Juan that would include us staying in this high-faluten-joint!)

6. XENIUM –  Some sort of medication that you probably should not take if you have high blood pressure, a heart condition, restless leg syndrome or are expecting.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: A present given to a guest or a stranger.

For instance…. if you’d like to send me a gift and we’ve never met, it would be called a xenium and it would be graciously accepted and I would love you forever. If you are looking for ideas and have an extra $30K to spend, how about one of these. (Don’t you love how I work this in every week?) Oh sweet mercy, I love this little car!

7. XYSTER –  A crook

ACTUAL DEFINITION: An instrument for scraping bones.


8. XYST – To be among the living

ACTUAL DEFINITION: A long and open portico, for athletic exercises, such as wrestling, running, etc., for use in winter or in stormy weather.

9. XYLOPIA –  A slow moving animal found in the dessert.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: Tropical evergreen trees or shrubs; chiefly African

10. XEROSIS –  Debilitatiing condition of the copy machine.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: abnormal dryness of skin, or other body tissue.

11. XYLOCOPA –  An island off the coast of Spain


12. XYLITONE – The sound a xylophone makes.

ACTUAL DEFINITION: A yellow oil having a geranumlike odor.

13. XANTHE – A big, fat diamond


There you have it, folks. More X-words than you ever thought possible.

Have your pets spayed and neutered. Good-bye everybody. Wait. That’s not Jeopardy…..

Just Face It!

While visiting my sister-in-law and her family in New Hampshire, we had a great time eating, visiting, chomping crushed ice, painting, timing contractions and talking beauty products.

Unfortunately, her sweet baby girl decided to wait until July 4th to make her appearance, so I did not get the pleasure of meeting her, but, we did paint a kitchen wall, ate ourselves silly and chomped on crushed ice (because that’s the only thing Angie has craved throughout her pregnancy!)

Angie is a loyal Arbonne user and consultant who happens to have fabulous skin. During my visit, Angie’s Arbonne friend hosted a make-over party. Four of us sat around the dining-room table having a great time as we applied each product and watched our faces come to life. All of Arbonne’s products are pure, safe and beneficial.

Angie has tried her to best to convert me to Arbonnism even though I have been a faithful maybelline cover girl for most of my life. I was first introduced to Arbonne when I visited Angie last year. Around that same time, I ordered Arbonne’s Virtual Illusion primer and have even talked about here on the blog.

During the make-over, I learned that I have pretty much been applying every make-up product I’ve ever used in the past 20 years incorrectly a lot!

For instance… Did you know that using a loose powder is only appropriate if you use a liquid foundation first?

I had no idea.

I also had no idea about the whole animal rendering thing, but I won’t bring that up again today.

I also learned that instead of brushing mascara in an upward motion on the eyelash, one should jiggle the mascara on the lash in a side-to-side motion to prevent clumping.

Pure genius.

During the make-over session, we were introduced to a dual mascara. First I applied black mascara to my upper lashes ONLY and then I applied a “clear” mascara that added mad volume to my lashes.

Oh internets. What a difference that technique made for me and my eyes.

Another discovery I made that night was brow wax.

While I have NEVER had my brow waxed or plucked (or anything else for that matter) can I just say that I was amazed at how much fuller my brows looked after I used the Arbonne blonde brow wax. I’m not quite sure why it is called brow wax because there is no waxing involved, but, I can tell you that my brows looked fabulous.

I was amazed.

I ordered both the wax and the dual mascara. And several other products.

Unfortunately though, our little make-over party ended at approximately 9:00 PM.  And sadly, it was too late to take our fabulous freshly made-over faces out on the town. Which would have been a hoot because Angie was approximately 42 weeks pregnant. So, after the make-over lady left, we promptly marched up the stairs to get our four kids ready for bed and subsequently washed the fabulous right from our faces.

Sadly, that make-over was wasted.

 But the techniques were not.

The techniques worked for me!

My sweet sister-in-law, Angie has agreed to do a give-away here at Inmates. She is offering a tub of Arbonne’s bodybetter – Myseterious to one lucky reader. Simply visit, then come back and leave me a comment telling me about a product you’d love to try.

The contest will end on Wednesday, July 15th and will pick the winner.

Thanks, Angie!


Visit We Are THAT Family for other tips and tricks that might work for you!


And the winner is…..


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Congratulations, Commentor #9 – Debbie

Debbie does not have a blog but has a YAHOO e-mail address!

iLove My iPhone

If you’ve spent anytime roaming the halls of ‘From Inmates To Playdates’ you know that I have mentioned several times that I really want an iPhone. And, if I mention it here on the blog, you can bet the farm that I have aggravated the ever-livin-daylights out of McDaddy about it.

However, that was not the case with the iPhone. (ahem!)

While I may have mentioned one, or two, or ten times that I really would love to have one of the suckers, I assumed that me and my beloved pink RAZR would sail into the wild blue yonder together in spite of all of the new fangled cell phone options and technological advances. And that for eternity, we would have a bond because seriously? Why on earth would I acutally need an iPhone?


I do excel at talking.

And it is a fabulous phone.

To my surprise, I arrived home a few weeks ago to find a box on my porch.

I sliced the tape on the top of the box open and was excited to see what my new phone would look like. I really had no idea that my sweet McDaddy had ordered me an iPhone.

I squealed and fell in love all over again. I triple puffy heart love the iPhone.

I think it might have surpassed the TiVo as the best invention of my time.

There is pretty good chance that I will spend the better part of the next five years getting aquainted with the thing becuase there is so. much. to. learn. But, sweet hallelujah, it is the coolest gadget evah.

My iPhone looks like this one except the outer shell is white.


I especially love the touch screen.

And the facebook application.

And the CheckPlease application.

And the fact that all of my iTunes songs are at my fingertips.

And the fact that many of the applications are free.

And MOST ESPECIALLY Words With Stinkin’ Friends.

I met Words With Friends a month of so ago. We’ve been great friends ever since. In fact, you could say I’m a Words With Friends, addict. It entertains me at the Doctor, on the airplane, in the bathroom, in line at the bank and late at night just after I hook the phone up by my bed to the charger. 

One more move inevitably turns into thirty minutes of me waiting for the other player to make their move.

I’m like a little kid getting his DS fix.

I love the iPhone.

It works for me.

And I promise to never ask for another phone ever, ever again as long as I shall live. 

Now, my question to you, what is YOUR favorite iPhone app? 

And, what is your favorite kid’s app?

As if I need one more app to zap my time.

And as if I ever give up my precious long enough for anyone else to play a game.

It happens.

Just not often.

Check out the eclectic mix of Works For Me Wednesday posts over at We Are THAT Family.

The Back Door Was Jammed

It is only by chance that you are reading my daily dose of crazy a new post today.

If the fate of  ‘From Inmates To Playdates’ were left up to yours truly, you would still be seeing Friday’s post about McDaddy’s heap (ahem! I mean, JEEP) and my trip to the gyno instead of this post about my technical support woes.

First, I need to start off by giving a shout out to the gals of Desperately Seeking WordPress, Heather and Cathy. Without them, I would have been be up the proverbial creek without a paddle. Because this blog? I know just enough about this blog to be dangerous.


On Friday evening, I clicked on the little update plugin button because it was time to update my plug-ins and that’s what you do when the time comes to upgrade the plugins. Seconds after that, I saw the words FATAL. and ERROR. pop up on my computer screen.

I mght have said FRIG because that’s what I say when I get aggravated and then I quickly left an e-mail for both Heather and Cathy pleading asking for their help.

Then, I ran up and down the halls of Facebook hollering for Heather because me and her?

We are friends on the facebook.

I wrote on her wall (I just love saying that!) and may or may not have played the fatal error card in my message.

Apparently, the fatal error wasn’t as problematic as it sounded but I’m sure that’s only because the geniuses at DSW are knowledgeable about fatal errors and ding dongs like me that cause the fatal errors and thankfully were able to quickly fix my problem. I had no idea how they were going to fix the problem because even though YOU could view my blog by coming in the front door as you do everyday, Iwasn’t able to get in the back door to post anything. In other words, the back door was jammed. I was already thinking about what I would call my new blog because I was sure this one was done.

What with fatal errors and all.

I assumed the girls would need access through the back door to fix the problem and I knew they couldn’t get in the back door.

Luckily for me and my eight loyal blog fans, there is a side door that I had no knowledge of.

And Heather and Cathy have access to the side door. And if they have any sense at all, they will not give me access to the side door because I would probably jam it up too!


All is well in Inmateville. We are happy and smiling again.

Sheesh. It reminded me of the time I got the bright ideato sort all of my photobucket pictures into files. I thought it was a wonderful idea until I discovered that moving the pictures was the same as erasing them from ANY PLACE YOU HAVE EVER USED THE PICTURES before you got the bright idea to move them.

It took me the better part of three days to replace each. and. every. stinkin. picture. I. have. ever. used. since. beginning. this. blog. in. November. It was a real headache. My old blog over at mySpace is still full of white boxes with the photobucket message – image has been removed – because the urge has not hit me to replace all of those since creating that disaster.

So, as you are perusing my daily dose of crazy, you should be aware that there is a lot of work involved in maintaining my sanity this place than what it appears. I have an appreciation for and envypeople who are tech savvy. I’m not sure which line I was standing in when the tech savvy was handed out.

I must have been in the fabulosity or quirk line.

Or too busy talking to even realize I should have been in a line.

At any rate, I’m thankful that Heather and Cathy got my back door open. I pushed and pushed but I couldn’t get it open.

Sometimes all you need to get the door open is a key.

Happy Monday, y’all.