tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64530270107969079972024-03-13T14:45:20.100-04:00Last CallEnd of the day snipits from the crazy, chaotic daily routine of a working mother of 2.............Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-84472560059248410122013-02-06T13:09:00.003-05:002013-02-06T13:09:39.007-05:00Keeping ActiveApparently I am supposed to keep posting to keep this blog active, but this year it's not happening! I will try to get my act together in the Spring and share some more of my new uses for old things and throwbacks :) TTFN!!!Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-70681907039676383912012-07-15T17:41:00.000-04:002012-07-15T17:42:01.829-04:00Beach Photo Tour 2012I haven't been blogging much lately, just super busy lately!! Just wanted to share some pics I took to spell out Rehoboth from local businesses that make Rehoboth beach so special. Do you know where the letters are from?<br />
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<br />Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-30043764544012763202012-05-02T15:15:00.000-04:002012-05-02T15:15:00.395-04:00New Uses for Old Things #11 Baby Oil<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My 2 year old daughter has recently entered the world of dolls. I suppose this comes with the territory, but I am used to cars and trucks and dinosaurs with my 5 year old boy! She loves dolls, dolls with long hair. Barbies and baby dolls with long, long hair. Speaking of her dolls, yesterday while my husband and son were at T-Ball practice, I decided it would be a good idea to let her 'walk' her baby in her doll stroller while I walked the dog. </div>
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She ended up falling because let's face it, while (some) Crocs are adorable, they are not functional for physical activity at times. She tripped twice, exclaiming, "My poor knee!" (Dramatic much!?) and I carried her and the stroller on one arm and manhandled the dog with the other hand. </div>
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Back to the topic at hand. Long, long doll hair is tangly. However after a co-worked shared a little secret with me, I have mastered tangly doll hair. Baby oil. Just as you or I would use a small dollop up hair serum for whatever hair woes you are trying to remedy, you do just the same with baby oil on doll hair. Voila! Silky hair ready for playing with...........I hope this helps you, it helped me!! TTFN!!</div>
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<br />Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-91242991811350769752012-04-24T15:15:00.000-04:002012-04-24T17:54:23.906-04:00That MomSo yesterday I became that Mom. Did your mom ever have to call another classmate's parent about something you did? I think my mother did at least once. It's pretty mortifying. Yesterday my son got into the car and showed me a Scooby Doo Jibbitz that a friend had given him. What is a Jibbitz? They are little 'accessories' for Crocs, everything is a racket these days! Check them out <a href="http://www.crocs.com/Scooby-Doo/3000011-00698-0001,default,pd.html?cid=001&cgid=jibbitz-entertainment-scooby-doo">here</a>. Anywho, I immediately thought I should contact her mother and ask her if she knew the friend had given away this little gem. Gosh, what am I turning into? So I called her and left a message saying, 'Hi, this is 'O's mom, and he came home with something 'M' gave him, and I wanted to check with you and make sure it was okay. Call me back when you get a chance! Thanks!!' <br />
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I JUST KNOW, that if my son came home without a Jibbitz on his Croc, I would notice. I probably wouldn't care and be glad that he was being thoughtful to give one to a friend, but it would, no doubt, not go unnoticed. And no, I wouldn't call every parent in the class to find out where it is.............<br />
All in all, she called me back and explained that her daughter loves my son and talks about him all the time and it was okay with her :) I was simply practicing 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."<br />
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It's so strange to be a parent and go through these things that you never thought about. When I had my kids, I never thought about the fact that I would need to call other parents and ask if they gave permission for their child to give my child something. I am so screwed for the future. I was quite the handful at times, and Karma is rearing is ugly head in so many ways :) I can't wait to see what's in store for me in the upcoming years and how I will handle the situations. Will I react differently than my parents, or will I follow in their footsteps? I think I turned out decent considering some of the havoc I wreaked, so I will have to take into consideration their parenting strategies as time goes on. <br />
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<br />Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-80321472815082673592012-04-19T15:15:00.009-04:002012-04-19T15:15:00.538-04:00Throwback Thursday: Disco<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/dL7gYPpnpko?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Who doesn't love the Episode of Sex and the City where Carrie falls on the runway. Who doesn't love Sex and the City for that matter? However the finale of this episode is tops in my book. The main reason being the choice of soundtrack. Cheryl Lynn's Got to Be Real is by far, my number one favorite Disco song. I love disco, for the most part. My sister and I rented Studio 54 in college and from there, there was no turning back. This was right around the time that I worked at Abercrombie and Fitch on my college breaks, where they played <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_530043482"> </a></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><u><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97ZbiemJ1KU">If You Could Read My Mind by Stars On 54</a>,</u> also on the Studio 54 soundtrack. Needless to say, I was hooked. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I sort of forgot about my affection for Disco until last night when I watched this week's episode of Glee, Saturday Night Glee-ver, and my longing for being up all night at Studio 54 crept right back into my soul :). </span></span><br />
Another disco favorite, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GXhLfvAky0">Best of My Love</a>, by the Emotions, just so happens to be a song that I played faithfully for my then boyfriend, now husband on the jukebox, at our local watering hole, when we first graduated college and lived together. It remains one of 'our' songs to this day, although he may adamantly deny it! :)<br />
So there you have it, a throwback to 3 amazing disco songs. Do you have a favorite?? Please share!<br />
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BTW, it feels great to be blogging again!Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-81324043009236426002012-04-18T15:15:00.008-04:002012-04-18T21:26:08.975-04:00Wickless Wednesday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACnbpX9UBcuHy5uaKUQBWdXwUlS-5-JVtNovXqC1n3WlQklyvYXJmlMXUgMFJ-yErC8T-mib-3usff-JPxHecwSmrPZwfF8T9Z5lqklJF3ijkaAXKpuEh_psHqRKojPrHLJZRXVslVxc/s1600/scentsy+logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACnbpX9UBcuHy5uaKUQBWdXwUlS-5-JVtNovXqC1n3WlQklyvYXJmlMXUgMFJ-yErC8T-mib-3usff-JPxHecwSmrPZwfF8T9Z5lqklJF3ijkaAXKpuEh_psHqRKojPrHLJZRXVslVxc/s320/scentsy+logo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have you ever wondered how to clean your Scentsy Warmer lid? Here's what works for me. First, if you have had the same scent in for a while and just don't feel that it's fragrant anymore, it's ok to just throw it away. What I do is turn on the warmer for a few minutes so the wax begin to soften. I use my two thumbs to gently push the wax out and toss it in the trash. If there is any residue left in the lid, simply wipe it out with a tissue or paper towel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you are like me and change was often, before they lose their smell, I pour the melted was back into the Scentsy bar package. Then I wipe out the residue with a tissue or paper towel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Kangaroos that is. They rock. This is my son's second pair. <a href="http://www.zappos.com/kangaroos-kids-combat-retro-h-l-infant-toddler-grey-silver">These</a> were his first pair. The pair in the picture are his current tennies. While we rode to train to D.C. this past weekend to visit the National Museum of Natural History, we put quarters in the zipper pockets like I used to do as a kid :) You know, just in case you get lost and need to use the pay phone! They come is all sizes and colors, I just might have to get a pair for everyone in the Barr household. For now, my little boy can kick it old school, solo :) TTFN!Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-83153808023396456952012-01-26T07:15:00.002-05:002012-01-26T07:15:00.177-05:00Throwback Thursday: Joe Paterno<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh408XAudg44mPjuGqGNmGAaQtslaMexNnEFDA4K5l2ceAzDnSJqbSVWhjOG5uM-XO-lc3jcZk6je8HT3WmGO8fdxT2W0eRd0YnUdmvYtdUIEZgtx1NneeL91DwpOVr-tnQp5qSjOK9wX8/s1600/joepa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh408XAudg44mPjuGqGNmGAaQtslaMexNnEFDA4K5l2ceAzDnSJqbSVWhjOG5uM-XO-lc3jcZk6je8HT3WmGO8fdxT2W0eRd0YnUdmvYtdUIEZgtx1NneeL91DwpOVr-tnQp5qSjOK9wX8/s400/joepa.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I couldn't sit back and not </span>acknowledge<span style="font-family: inherit;"> that a great man is being buried today. There's not much to write that hasn't already been written. Thanks for the memories. Thanks for great football. <u>Thanks for supporting Special Olympics</u>. Thanks for dedicating your life to the students and an institution that prides itself in tradition, mostly because of you. Rest in peace Mr. Paterno, today you are in our </span>thoughts<span style="font-family: inherit;"> and prayers. </span></div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-44811201399492898732012-01-25T14:55:00.012-05:002012-03-01T20:09:27.130-05:00New Use for Old Things #10: Burp Cloths<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The common cold has crept it's way into my families noses, throats and lungs. It has also stolen our sleep and ability to laugh without coughing up nastiness. We all feel like crap. And I am one of those people that never has tissues around. Every time my mom comes to visit, she asks where the tissues are and I have to search for them. We just don't really need them all that much. Luckily, I have held onto some of my daughters old burp cloths. I saved a few that have her name embroidered on them and a few other soft ones, I'm not sure why b/c I won't be needing them for anything but wiping kids noses. My dad always had a 'hankie' in his back pocket and my husband does have some </span>handkerchiefs<span style="font-family: inherit;"> he has collected over the years, but the soft plush burp cloth is much more soothing! I don't </span>particularly<span style="font-family: inherit;"> like the idea blowing my nose in a piece of cloth and putting it back in my pocket, so for myself, I will stick with tissues. So glad that I held on to these </span><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=shmata" style="font-family: inherit;">shmatas </a><span style="font-family: inherit;">, not only for my family but for the environment as well! TTFN!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So in my New Year's Resolution I wrote "<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; line-height: 23px;">You know what else is super annoying? I can't find two of the Little People that go in my daughter's Fisher Price airplane. I know they will turn up when I stop looking for them, this is a lesson I HAVE learned." Well, I lied. Every time I have been in the playroom with my kids I have looked for them. The little man in the khaki pants has also been missing, Captain Obvious!, and I have been on a tear for him as well. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; line-height: 23px;">This is a problem I have. When parts of toys are missing, I know about it. And I stop at nothing to find them. Well, I use to stop at nothing anyway. Now, I really have learned that they will turn up when I forget about them for a while. But when thoughts of them pop in my head, I go on the hunt. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">So, since January 6th, I have tried to put the passengers to the pink </span></span><a href="http://cartoons.idealreferences.com/top-brands/fisher-price/little-people-lil-movers.html" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 23px;">Fisher Price Little People Airplane</a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 23px;"> in the back of my mind, but they have lurked, occasionally calling to me to be found :). So today, my daughter wanted to jump on her trampoline before I left for work. She used to be a really amazing sleeper, but lately she has been having trouble sleeping through the night and waking up earlier than usual. But she still goes to be early, so I won't complain. I appreciate the time with her in the morning, it doesnt happen ofen during the week. She is just the sweetest thing, with her pacifier (that I KNOW I should be getting rid of any day now) and sniffing her blanket whenever she needs a fix. Anyway, as I sat down to watch her jump I happened to catch a glance in the bottom shelf of the play kitchen refrigerator. And lo and behold, there they were! I was so excited I took a picture. I also told my son when he got up how happy I was. I said, "Guess what I found this morning!?, Those Little People I have been looking for!" He said, "I put them there, I </span></span><span style="line-height: 23px;">just</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 23px;"> didn't want to tell you." Thanks for torturing me for almost three weeks sweetie! </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">So, all in all, I am super excited that they are finally able to take their places back in the passenger seats on the airplane and the Zookeeper can get back to his duties. And, my life lesson about things turning up when least expected is once again reaffirmed :). </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: inherit; line-height: 23px;">TTFN!!</span></div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-70477961720730511522012-01-12T14:55:00.009-05:002012-01-12T14:55:00.291-05:00Throwback Thursday: Narcissistic Facebook NotesI'm not entirely sure why I was even thinking about those Notes people used to do on Facebook, for example, <a href="http://barrslastcall.blogspot.com/2011/04/abcs-of-me.html">The ABC's of Me</a>. So I looked back on my FB account and found a buttload of these things I wrote about myself. I can't help but laugh, because occasionally my husband will ask what I am writing for and/or about because 'only like 5 people read your blog' Well, actually since I started this blog, I have a whopping 11, 855 pageviews and my highest for <a href="http://barrslastcall.blogspot.com/2011/04/teacher-appreciation-week.html">Teacher Appreciation Week</a> at 734 pageviews. I am no blogging expert but I think close to 12,000 pageviews is pretty damn good. <br />
Back to the Notes, I actually enjoy writing these things because I think they are fun, not because I am obsessed with myself. And to answer my husband's question about why I blog, it's kind of like therapy. I write a lot of things that I never even publish because it just feels good to get it out. So there............<br />
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Anyway back to Throwback, check out this old 'Note' on Facebook:<br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">1. First thing you wash in the shower? </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;">my armpits</span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2. What color is your favorite hoodie? <span style="font-family: inherit;">red.....red hooded sweatshirt!</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? <span style="font-family: inherit;">many more times</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">4. Do you plan outfits? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? <span style="font-family: inherit;">testy</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red? <span style="font-family: inherit;">oden's sweatshirt</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? <span style="font-family: inherit;">i honestly don't remember the last one</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">8. Did you meet anybody new today? <span style="font-family: inherit;">No</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">9. What are you craving right now? <span style="font-family: inherit;">its hard to crave something after consuming an oatmeal creme pie :)</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">10. Do you floss? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? <span style="font-family: inherit;">that polish dish with meat, i cant remember the name</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">12. Are you emotional? <span style="font-family: inherit;">um, yeah</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? <span style="font-family: inherit;">probably</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? <span style="font-family: inherit;">bite</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">15. Do you like your hair? <span style="font-family: inherit;">most of the time</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">16. Do you like yourself? <span style="font-family: inherit;">sometimes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">18. What are you listening to right now? <span style="font-family: inherit;">oden and jeff make funny noises at each other</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">19. Were your parents strict? <span style="font-family: inherit;">i would say they were conservative</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">20. Would you go sky diving? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">21. Do you like cottage cheese? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">22. Have you ever met a celebrity? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">23. Do you rent movies often? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? <span style="font-family: inherit;">glittery yellow stars</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">25. How many countries have you visited? <span style="font-family: inherit;">1 (i think)</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">26. Have you made a prank phone call? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes, really stupid ones like 'this is the electric co. calling, your refrigerator is running.............'</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">27. Ever been on a train? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">28. Brown or white eggs? <span style="font-family: inherit;">brown eggs scare me</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">29.Do you have a cell-phone? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">30. Do you use chap stick? <span style="font-family: inherit;">all the time</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">31. Do you own a gun? <span style="font-family: inherit;">i do not</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">32. Can you use chop sticks? <span style="font-family: inherit;">if picking up one grain of rice is considered 'using' then yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">33. Who are you going to be with tonight? <span style="font-family: inherit;">my family</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">34. Are you too forgiving? <span style="font-family: inherit;">i don't believe so</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">35. Ever been in love? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? <span style="font-family: inherit;">taking car of children</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">37. Ever have cream puffs? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">38. Last time you cried? <span style="font-family: inherit;">a while ago</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">39. What was the last question you asked? <span style="font-family: inherit;">are you going to do that again?</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">40. Favorite time of the year? <span style="font-family: inherit;">summer</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">41. Do you have any tattoos? No</div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">42. Are you sarcastic? <span style="font-family: inherit;">me? no</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">43. Have you ever seen? The Butterfly Effect? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes, loved it</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">44. Ever walked into a wall? <span style="font-family: inherit;">one time too many, even swam into one and broke a tooth</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">45. Favorite color? <span style="font-family: inherit;">prob. pink</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">46. Have you ever slapped someone? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">47. Is your hair curly? <span style="font-family: inherit;">No</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">48. What was the last CD you bought? I<span style="font-family: inherit;"> don't buy cd's, but i bought the album rockabye baby bob marley on itunes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">49. Do looks matter? <span style="font-family: inherit;">not really</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">50. Could you ever forgive a cheater? <span style="font-family: inherit;">no</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">51. Is your phone bill sky high? <span style="font-family: inherit;">No</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">52. Do you like your life right now? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes...</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">53. Do you sleep with the TV on? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">54. Can you handle the truth? <span style="font-family: inherit;">depends</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">55. Do you have good vision? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? <span style="font-family: inherit;">definitely</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">57. How often do you talk on the phone? <span style="font-family: inherit;">depends on the day</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">58. The last person you held hands with? <span style="font-family: inherit;">oden</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">59. What are you wearing? <span style="font-family: inherit;">v-neck and jeans, standard</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">60.What is your favorite animal? <span style="font-family: inherit;">big cats</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">61. Where was your default picture taken? <span style="font-family: inherit;">what is a default picture?</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">62. Can you hula hoop? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Not for my life</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">63. Do you have a job? <span style="font-family: inherit;">Yes</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">64. What was the most recent thing you bought? <span style="font-family: inherit;">groceries</span></div></span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">65. Have you ever crawled through a window? <span style="font-family: inherit;">yes</span></div></span></span><br />
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</div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-88157818834526016942012-01-10T14:55:00.007-05:002012-01-10T14:55:00.663-05:00Photo ChallengeI am always up for a challenge, but I definitely can't commit to a whole month's worth. I stumbled upon <a href="http://www.fatmumslim.com.au/2011/12/photo-day-challenge-january-2012.html?m=1">this</a> and thought some of them looked fun. So today I share my first Photo Challenge Entry of 2012. <u> Childhood.</u> This was easy. My sister and I spend hours upon hours playing with Fisher Price Little People. A few years ago, I bid on this set on Ebay and now the kids in my class adore playing with it! I especially love the camper, there is just something about unfolding it and seeing the little kitchen inside and the yellow canvas roof that brings me right back to childhood! TTFN!<br />
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</div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-68318628148720918062012-01-06T15:55:00.005-05:002012-01-06T15:55:00.118-05:00My New Year's Resolution.......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2008/05-04/working-moms-kitchen.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://www.grinningplanet.com/2008/05-04/working-moms-kitchen.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
It's been a hectic couple of weeks here in the Barr household! I was going to write about what we did over the break, but do you really care?? <br />
Having time off from work was wonderful but we were so busy traveling and packing and unpacking, that I feel like I hardly got to enjoy it. Next year I am definitely going to be making some changes about how we handle the holidays. <br />
Piggybacking on that, I typically do not make New Year's Resolutions, b/c I hate obligations and when I obligate myself to something, ehem exercise, I end up hating and resenting it. For example, I used to MAKE myself do the Stair Master for 60 minutes (conveniently when reruns of 90210 were on t.v.) a day in high school and I now loathe any form of exercise that is more effort than walking. But this year there is something that I need to change. I call it the Daily Once Over. Here's how it goes and you'll see why I need to change it. <br />
Basically my Type A personality, scratch that, I am going to change that. I am a perfectionist, like it or not. So my perfectionism has me stuck in this horrendous habit of coming home and looking for things that have been moved out of place, broken, or otherwise ruined during the day. This includes checking the couch and carpet for muddy paw prints, fixing couch cushions, and seeing how many outfits my kids have worn in one day and strewn on the floor, among many other annoying things. I know I need to stop, but I think it fulfills my need for control that I don't have, not being there all day. Sick.....but as I have stated in the past, knowing is half the battle......right? <br />
Let me give you a few examples of things that have occurred that have exasperated my Daily Once Over compulsion. Before the winter holiday, I came home found our Rottweiler ornament (which we got last year after Lux died) was neatly tucked into the tree with one leg (as if I wouldn't notice!). WTF!? Three legs were missing, and no one cared to mention this to me. I was on the verge of tears and my son and I comb the area rug and find her three missing legs. Luckily some Superglue fixed Luxy's legs right back on, but I was really upset about that one. This week I had a pack of LipSmackers (we have discussed my love for LipSmacker before) in my room. NOW, I know I accidentally left them, on the floor, BUT they were in a bag and still in the package <strike>Marley</strike> Molly decided this would be a fun snack and ate them all, packaging and all. Again, I found the remnants thrown away, but no one told me. Is it me or is that super annoying?? You know what else is super annoying? I can't find two of the Little People that go in my daughter's Fisher Price airplane. I know they will turn up when I stop looking for them, this is a lesson I HAVE learned. <br />
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In turn, I find it necessary to come home and do a once over of the home to make sure everything is in working order before settling down and enjoying my children. This has to stop. I need to enjoy my children and then deal with household things. Does anyone else struggle with this?? Why do I even care what my house looks like? I have two small children and a puppy and no one is even visiting me. <br />
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I would like to say that I adore our nanny. I know I am making it sound like chaos ensues when I am not around, but I think it's actually much calmer when I am not there. She takes wonderful care of our children and they love her, and so do I. We are lucky to have someone come to our house. <i>My</i> issue is that sometimes I don't express my expectations, so how can she know what I expect? I need to work on this.......This is nothing new btw. Been working on this for years. How can someone know what I expect, when I don't express it? Then I get all pissed off because they aren't doing what I want, but I never said anything! That's not a NY's Resolution, that a life change and it's taking me a lifetime to work on it.<br />
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So that is my New Year's Resolution. <u> Stop doing the Daily Once Over.</u> Come home, play with the kids, feed them hot dogs or chicken nuggets or whatever is easiest, because let's face it, no matter how many great, 'easy' recipes I pin on pinterest, it's not going to happen (and that doesn't make me a bad mom), bathe them, and kiss them good night. Then leave the mess till the next day.........Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...................<br />
TTFN!Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-64209170138965496282011-11-28T14:40:00.000-05:002011-11-28T14:40:07.427-05:00Thanksgiving in a Nutshell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrnBa79Ym3J4jhsjjTdg1ILmDRzxgogtk2OdTZYsipoSG1Jqu35oK5FJStVnbmTi7enHVVivf-TI1L2Y-j8a2f0llyxX_6NOwBLq_qcHV80YyIToFdYu7VjwyGn0BEEf-jst6vh8CAb8/s1600/16x20fallsubwayart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLrnBa79Ym3J4jhsjjTdg1ILmDRzxgogtk2OdTZYsipoSG1Jqu35oK5FJStVnbmTi7enHVVivf-TI1L2Y-j8a2f0llyxX_6NOwBLq_qcHV80YyIToFdYu7VjwyGn0BEEf-jst6vh8CAb8/s400/16x20fallsubwayart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">First of all, I am obsessed with Subway Art. I had this one up until yesterday and now I have <a href="http://adventuresofabettycrockerwannabe.blogspot.com/2010/09/family-values-subway-art-printable.html">this one</a>, until I am ready for my winter print. Getting back to Thanksgiving, it was great. As you know by now, I like lists and keeping things simple, so here is my succinct Thanksgiving rundown.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>Drive to Pa Wednesday evening. Put the kids to sleep, hang out with my brother and his girlfriend for a little while. </li>
<li>Thanksgiving Day at my parents house. Took the kids to be childhood friends house in the morning for a playdate and had to leave after her bother arrived with his family and petrified my daughter. My grandmother and Aunt arrive around 3 for the holiday. Mt grandmother is 93, whom my father gave an iPad lesson, and she will be getting one for Hanukkah.. We ate around 5 and I shoveled my food in b/c my daughter was a bit cranky and not in the mood for a big sit down dinner. Everything was delicious. After the kids were asleep, more hanging with brother and GF. Watched a hilarious old dance show and had a great time making fun of my brother who would like a casserole dish for the holidays! :)</li>
<li>Friday, basically hang out all morning until my full body massage appointment at 1 pm. Got some great feedback on possible reasons for my sciatica. Most annoying condition ever. Also, husband, son and dog leave to go visit in-laws. </li>
<li>Friday night hang out with 3 of my oldest friends. So much fun!! Love to be with old friends who know me best :)</li>
<li>Saturday shopping with mom while daughter hangs out with Pop-Pop. </li>
<li>Saturday night head back to Va with daughter. I liked the idea of having the whole day Sunday to catch up on stuff that needed to be done before work on Monday. (i.e. vacuuming for fleas, laundry, emptying dishwasher, etc)</li>
<li>Sunday, just as stated above. Also, cooked a great <a href="http://www.savingmoneylivinglife.com/2010/06/chicken-spinach-pasta-bake.html">casserole </a>, the husband approved and did not look like he was about to vomit after trying it. Also, put together my holiday card, whew...........</li>
<li>Last, walked with my son to <a href="http://mysite.verizon.net/mritter5/">this house</a> which is RIGHT around the corner from our house. We have been watching the progress over the last few weeks and were very eager to see it all lit up!! He was so excited, we are going back tonight :) Actually, the website is outdated but you get the idea. There are many, many more decorations now. </li>
</ul><div>Soooooo, that is how my family spent the past few days. Hope your Thanksgiving was as fulfilling, TTFN!!</div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-54704068490132469852011-11-21T15:02:00.000-05:002011-11-21T15:02:49.449-05:00The Truth Hurts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_ohzv7idHF7AyiAttVZYYci_61wsbGF4lmAZoanNC8qjo8ynmpoaMqyIhCHFQJdwsv6OkG4liSqD1UuJDj9MLt1zVOQVLDeEDji9C35VZquDFeIz3rUYHtg8xFM-QDJFbmuuTpnMZS0/s1600/molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0_ohzv7idHF7AyiAttVZYYci_61wsbGF4lmAZoanNC8qjo8ynmpoaMqyIhCHFQJdwsv6OkG4liSqD1UuJDj9MLt1zVOQVLDeEDji9C35VZquDFeIz3rUYHtg8xFM-QDJFbmuuTpnMZS0/s400/molly.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, yes, Molly is a beautiful specimen. Her markings are gorgeous, her face is unforgettable.....and so is her behavior. I can not express how badly I wanted a dog to fill the empty space that I felt after my first passed away. Well, the empty space is filled. With torment. I know, I know, she is just a puppy, barely 9 months old. I am just not used to the level of activity she requires. Must be the lab in her! And honestly, walking her does not phase her one bit. Plus I almost lose my arm because she is quite the squirrel and bird enthusiast. She is constantly at my feet, I trip over her numerous times a day. Where is my lazy beast, who I had to drag out of my bed??? Molly has no respect for my commands, however she is more than happy to listen to my husband and even my brother. She has peed on my bed a few times despite me. For example the other night, I lay in bed with my son reading him a book, and guess who got jealous and too a leak on my bed!? Seriously?? Not to mention the case of fleas she came down with last week. Have I mentioned I am anal? Have you ever had fleas?? Or read about them or their resiliency?? OMG. I have been a washing, vacuuming, chemical spraying, salt/Borax mixture sprinkling <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">madwoman </span>for 8 straight days. I would not wish fleas upon my worst enemy. Don't get me wrong, we don't have a full on infestation, but I might as well be as preventative as possible, right?? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let me refocus for a minute, I love Molly for the most part. I love at night when she's tired, I love when it takes her an hour to chew her rawhide or lick her Kong clean, and I love when she wants to curl up next to me. The kids love her, for the most part. She just needs time, not much of something I have. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So why does the truth hurt? Because everyone warned me that this is a ridiculous idea, that no dog would EVER be as good as Lux. My husband keeps taunting me, Admit it, admit it, this was a terrible idea..........I won't verbally commit to his I told you so :) But writing it is ok........TTFN!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-286216493225353552011-11-16T09:04:00.002-05:002011-11-16T09:11:16.898-05:00Day 8 and LaVar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For Day 8 of Penn State support I wear a pin that a lovely friend picked up for me over the last weekend while she visited State College. Thank you!! I will wear this pin every day from now on, as I have attached it to my work badge. Now I can keep a reminder with me at all times of my alma mater and all that is stands for. I found Lavar's emotional tirade yesterday very telling of how many people must feel about the recent interview with Sandusky. First and foremost, why on earth did his lawyer allow him to speak!? Just awful....Listen to LaVar <a href="http://washington.cbslocal.com/?podcast_url=http%3A%2F%2Fcbswashington.files.wordpress.com%2F2011%2F11%2F111511_lavardukes_seg03.mp3&podcast_name=LaVar+Response+to+Sandusky&podcast_artist=The+LaVar+Arrington+Show+with+Chad+Dukes&station_id=114&audio_link=true&config_file=config.xml&dcid=CBS.WASHINGTON" style="text-align: left;">here</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;">. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On a lighter note, I love LaVar and still regret not being more aggressive to winning the 'Dance with LaVar Contest' one evening at a bar in Downtown S.C. back in 1999. I know I could have rocked that!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I look foward to the Ohio State game on Saturday and will continue to support Penn State and the State College community as a whole. Although I can not promise to not write more about this matter as more and more of the case unfolds, this concludes my Penn State Paraphernalia Photo Tour. :) TTFN! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Ok, so I did not wear this shirt to work today, but I did wear it to bed last night. Penn State hosts the State Special Olympics for Track and Field every June, so just a shout out to another positive contribution of an incredible community.Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-60356942825608975092011-11-14T08:21:00.000-05:002011-11-14T08:21:58.019-05:00Day 6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Happy Monday! I have been neglecting so much going on right now in the Barr household! The most exciting thing right now, happening at this very moment is our son's first trip to Disney with my parents. They are having a great time! And we are ale to check in on the <a href="http://www.disneyphotopass.com/">Disney Photo Pass</a> website and see all the fun things they are doing. I am so lucky and thankful to have such wonderful parents. We miss him, but know he is having an unforgettable experience! In the meantime, I am busy cleaning out his room :) Now I know how my mom felt when we were away at summer camp, time to purge!!! The other things I have been battling I won't mention because I am trying to be positive! TTFN! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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This shirt is loud and obnoxious. And so am I :). Yes, the whole thing is shady, disturbing, disgusting and yes, the shift of this scandal has shifted so inappropriately. We are talking about children. We need to protect them, we need to advocate for them. I still wear my school 'pride' today and 5 more days to show my support for a community that is at a loss. An academic community, a charitable community, and athletic community (because, again, those kids need some support on that field tomorrow). Only time will tell what happens. All the rest of us can do now is focus on the positive, healing, and help the families rebuild, if that's even possible. I also want to add that it's absurd for people to suggest that the rest of the football season be cancelled. The football players did nothing wrong. There is no reason to rip their dreams away from them. Go out, support the team, you might not support past choices of the coaching staff, obviously they were horribly negligent. But to suggest that hard working players be deprived of playing a game they love is wrong.Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6453027010796907997.post-7698457217488222782011-11-10T07:51:00.002-05:002011-11-10T12:51:15.056-05:00Day 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Yesterday I had hoped to write about my hopes that the Board of Trustees meeting would come to a better conclusion. I had planned to write that I looked forward to hearing the results of the meeting, originally scheduled to take place Friday. But that was not to be. Nor was Joe Paterno's opportumity to finish the 2011 football season with a little bit of dignity and grace. Today I am a little more subtle in my approach to show support to my alma mater. I find this whole </span>scenario<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span>horrific<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, from the </span>victims<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> to firing a man who, I am sorry to say, followed protocol, and should have been given the opportunity to resign, not be subjected to a phone call terminating his life long dedication to an entire university...........Don't bother commenting negativity, </span>because<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> I </span>won't be<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> baited in. I support Penn State, Joe Paterno, and the State College community, and I will support the football </span>players<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> who deserve it on Saturday. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So today begins my first of 8 days of wearing Penn State gear. 8 days for the 8 (and yes I am aware there are more stepping forward) victims of the horrid abuse they endured. 8 days for my support of a university, academic program and community that deserves support. Haters can hate, but the decisions and choices of a few men should not cloud shame on an entire community and higher learning institution as a whole. I also wear my pride to support the football team, because it is not <i>THEIR </i>fault. A friend posted this article on her Facebook page and I found it very well written; <a href="http://onwardstate.com/2011/11/07/amid-allegations-support-the-team-and-each-other/">We Should Support the Team</a>. The team deserves our support. Everything they have known and looked up to and counted on has been destroyed and torn from them. I love Penn State, I love the tradition, I love the 'way of life' and the way football games brings people together. I love the way past employers have looked at my resume and been impressed that I received my B.S. in Special Education from such a prestigious program. I am proud of that. I love that Penn State hosts Special Olympic Track and Field every spring and my brother spent many, many weekends there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though not many people read my silly little blog this is my way of showing my support. For the alumni, current students, and prospective students, 'We Are' and I will show you for the next 8 days. I will comment more on Joe as the days go on, but for now, I can't help but feel sorry for a man who has dedicated his life to Penn State Football and Penn State in general......... </div>Bessiebarrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00049482098908143013noreply@blogger.com6