The Graduation Party by Diane Ogden

This is the Graduate! When she was two and now at eighteen... Isn't she a beauty? God that sounds like she's horse.. isn't she a beaut...guys in the Fonzie days used to call their cars beauts... Briana Maria Hull, better known as Bree, or Bri, or Breezy, or Bones.... is a beautiful young woman with such grand things ahead for her. I suspect that means boys, boys, boys, and then hopefully work, school, and a job making allot of cash. So her and I can hop the AMTRAK Train to Tucson to see her Daddy and then onto Los Angeles to see Cody and Chris Ogden and more. If we could sit in a seat for 42 hours we could get there for less than flying...$250.00 But to have a room, bathroom, shower, bed...it is $1200 for each of us. Now that means we need to start practicing sleeping upright for three days so we can go without flying. Nana D wont fly. Just the way it is folks. Just like I wont do boats! Not going to change it, don't want to, no need. Just practice sitting up sleeping. Back to Graduation....the party is in two days. A pool party and I just heard there is a good chance of a thunderstorm. Sweet! I am making barbecues and I don't know how. Ha. I don't eat barbecues so why would I know how to make them. They are too sweet for me. So my X gave me a zillion pounds of meat....I like free meat! I bought a half gallon of Uncle Herbie's Gourmet Bar-B-Q sauce...no clue what it tastes like. Ordered a cake with the above photos on it. Making potato salad, home made mac n cheese, blah blah blah.... pulled a groin muscle trying to move furniture and clean in case anyone and I mean even one wished to see my abode... So I am hobbling around like a 90 year old hoping the hair cut I get tomorrow will be some sort of miracle. And will not match my hobble. We always hope that. Yet we walk out after the cut and color, a bunch of money less and looking still 60! But where's the mini lift and the miracle I was expecting? No diff than going to Macy's and hitting the makeup wall only to have some youthful little girl paint my face with a pound of makeup thinking she has to hide all the imperfections vs working with them...jeez these kids! I should have a makeup stand (on some street corner) for the old ladies...I 'd make a fortune for sure. Back to Graduation. I sure cant stay on track today. I gave Bree my car in great hopes it will run for two more years... humm. So my Mum gave me her car, "The Buick," which I still have to blog...all I will say is its got mud flaps and white walls and I have to brake constantly to keep it from heading to the restaurant for eggs because it wants to get in line with all the other Buick's and all the old white haired drivers but I don't...so we battle. I am winning so its alright. Hey, its free and paid for. More than I can say for this Graduation Party. Now I know why people give the kid money and forget the party and I haven't even started cooking yet, and don't forget they just forecasted rain for our pool party. That might mean a bunch of little ones in a small clubhouse. O'Well, they can eat and I will sneak a shot of something into my Soda. They say its not the problem, its the solution and this time I agree. Don't worry.

Buttons...by Diane Ogden

There are Drama Buttons, Defense Buttons, Jealousy Buttons, and "Bad Mommie Buttons!" ( and more) Buttons are what get pushed when someone, anyone pushes them emotionally by verbal expertise or emotional inconsideration. I say that because most of us react to how we are spoken to and treated. Me, I experience the Bad Mommie Button for various reasons. One because I have been a Bad Mommie five times....That makes the button really try to glow in later years! One of those times I had a daughter... Daughters push Mommie's buttons from the time they are old enough to have their own little personality. Of course other factors come into bloom also. Such as inherited Buttons from the generations past to button pusher and the button holder.
What's my point? Don't let anyone push your buttons. Just ignore them and be who you know you are. Bad Mommie buttons suck. Some people have huge over sized buttons right on their left shoulders and sometimes you cant even find any buttons on some folks . That's a smart evolved person there! A person that probably read and lived every self help book on the market as well as had counseling for several years. Or have a very calm as they say, "Laid Back" personality. Bad Mommie Buttons do best on people with the biggest Guilt Button Syndrome.... I think I have one of those on each shoulder. My mentor says we all have syndromes/issues and just have to learn to live with them. I say, if you have done the best you can, even if it was wrong, and you corrected it, or even tried to, then don't let anyone push your Bad Mommie Button. Just carry on past them and don't look back at their words or they will surely find their way and hit your button... which will just make it grow bigger and brighter. Only Mommie's with grown children will understand this Post the best!

Peace.....by Diane Ogden

I bought and paid for this video in hopes I could post it on my friends blog and it would be beautiful. NOT and they wont refund my money. In fact I bought two of these buggers.

So here we are a dollar short and a day off on this one. O well...I am learning as I go. I wanted the CODE for this. Cant figure out how to get Code on these videos...

Happy Birthday Christopher Dimitri Ogden by Diane Ogden

Wow look at you my grown into a man boy! The one on my five that was always smiling and kind to most everyone. You have traveled the world, learned more than most on your journeys, taught people what is real and good about life and more. You have mastered your body, and mastered your mind, as well as working with your spirit. You help others to open theirs and heal themselves. You have taught me allot also, but I still like cheese and Frito's..sorry. I'll get over it and come to your side. Your teaching the masses has only begun and be assured you have my prayers and all goodness sent your way. I love you forever, you are a very special human being, besides a special true Ninja Warrior son. Mom xxoo

Shabby Chic...by Diane Ogden

So this is me! I have to have it along with everything else in the latest Romantic Country Magazine which costs more then most medications. I bit the green paper bullet and bought it. My passion is Creme and White Victorian Wares, Whares?? Either way you get it. Frilly, Lacy, roses, wicker, chandeliers with the more glass hanging for them the better, birdhouses, mirrors, and on and on....although the round table in the living room photo might be over the top for me.

One chair cover is $150.00 in the porch photo. Maybe I best get out the sewing machine. But who has time.. I am "the bookmaking lady" remember. So far I have about seven published, one in the puter waiting, then upgrade my program and five left to go. I cant die or move or do anything diff until the books are completed. Then we shall see what calls my name. Maybe I will take single orders for Shabby love seat and chair covers. Or maybe I will sell everything I own and hop in the car my Mother is handing down to me next week. Yup, a freebie. I dislike car payments, even tho I like new shiny cars. Too bad, so sad, I am not turning down "The Buick." You'll have to tune in tomorow or next day for the hilarious "Buick Blog Post." I'll give you a hint......it has white walls! Stop laughing!

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Choking the Chicken? by Diane Ogden

Check this out. And it is not cruelty to animals. I don't think anyway. I think this chicken likes it. Chickens make great pets by the way. Remember the blog post about Emma, the first pet chicken at the "funny farm," my parents own...and have since 1960. Emma was bullied by the other chickens because the "funny farm" family gave her the most attention. I am not kidding people. Emma went to school for show and tell...and Emma got to come into the house. Yup for sure...so she was shunned by the others. Just like women isn't it? One day the parents went to town and forgot to put her inside. There had been a fox around and Emma got "foxed!" Of course that's a pun. And she wasn't the only one the fox got.... So this hen in the photo is one of the new batch at the "funny farm." My little Granddaughters think the chickens are dolls. I swear its because they didn't have dolls when they were little. My son was in charge of the toy buying so the girls got boy toys and no dolls. O well...he did his best. Now they play with salamanders and frogs and CHICKENS! It ain't normal, or is it? The chicken seems to like the attention. Mother/Grandma allows this because she had a Chicken for a pet when she was a young child. So this is the norm for her. Allowable?? Me...I don't know really. I have a client who lives in the center of our 250,000 population city, right next to the big zoo, and her neighbors have chickens. It is legal to have chickens in the city limits. Really! Whenever I am there I can hear the cluck cluck, balk, balk, blakbalk.... I kind of like it you know? Reminds me of my youth. Maybe I will get me some chickens and put them out on my porch. NOT! By the way we get fresh brown free range organic eggs! Cant beat that. But then did you read my blog called "The Umbilical Cord?" Maybe you shouldn't or you may never eat an egg again. da da da da da da da da...Twilight Zone da da's....

Kopke's Fruit of the Bloom by Diane Ogden

Actually I have always heard very good things about Gordy Kopke, owner of said Greenhouse. And as for my own experience with Gordy, it has been very good. I purchased two large Geranium hanging plants less than two weeks ago. At $27.99 which is the most I ever paid. Beautiful they were. Then came the big Bumble bees who seemed to love the little white flowers descending around the Red Geraniums. So much love no one could enjoy my porch life. Not me, not the Grand Children, not the manfriend I don't have. So I called Gordy, and asked if I could do something most people including I never do. Take them back. He agreed I could. So today was the day I took the two plants back. Gordy wasn't there, but wonderful, friendly, cordial, kind, uplifting "I don't know who," was. (NOT) I had not watered the two plants for two days because I couldn't carry them if I had. Sooo.... not so nice lady told me to browse around, after I explained to her the situation, and then she, talked about me to all the "checker outers." I felt like it was Jr.High School all over again. I could hear and see this. I actually apologized and tried to, I am not sure what. Like I have never returned flowers before, but these people acted like it was some criminal act or cardinal sin. I will tell you I felt two inches tall. I felt like a kid who had been reprimanded in front of the class. I tried to shake it, but I also knew the returned plants didn't look as good as they should have. I had watered them well but not fertilized them. I felt partially to blame here but Jeez Louise, I thought and have always thought flowers were to be fertilized once every two weeks so not to burn them! And that is what I have always done. With good results.
I got two new plants and got the appropriate fertilizer. The not so nice woman came over and in front of everyone told me in a not so nice or quiet voice that my other plants were unsellable, in terrible shape, no buds, and would go nowhere but the trash can. (I think that wasn't the real truth and I almost asked to have them back if that be the case ha.) I apologized but then I stopped because, what for, she was on a mission. She overcharged me $8.00 which at that point who gives a "shiet"....then as she continued her rant...I FINALLY spoke up louder then her and said, "OK that's enough, I got it! I- I -I -I (dragged out the I) got it!!" I have never returned plants in my life and had permission to do so and do not deserve this treatment. (OK so I didn't say that!) .... after I said OK that's enough I LEFT with my two HUGE plants...petunia's.
Yes now I know I have to fertilize them twice a week. (Forgot to tell you she also reprimanded me on why they put tags on the pots. "They are to be read and the directions followed," Ratchet Lady said. Excuse me for not being up on flower tags that I thought were price tags. I am used to buying plants out in front of the grocery store tent and there are no tags with instructions. Well sort of. That was quickie blog excuse. Actually I plant every year and I never have any problems. That is BRL....before Ratchet Lady.... I was treated very poorly and with great disrespect and I will never go there again. So there ya go Rose! The end......I hope.....they cant sue me can they? Course not. The truth used to set you free. But we know that is old hat harry. Oh Dear. I'm fine ALSWELL as my license plate reads.