Jen/Gi, Your Dog Does Her Heyhoo In Your Purse? What's The Deal-io?

Jen/Gi, aka GiGi at Girl Gone Wild turned For A Good Time Call, has a friend, Ms. Wrong Can't Be Right. She (Ms. CBW) emailed this song to me today and I spit my Tab all over the keyboard singing it. (Waste of perfectly good Tab!) This is so so so the essence of our beloved Jen/Gi, so I have permission to rip this off--thank you Ms. Can't Be sounds like Aunt Bea!

PS--Jen/Gi, Cat and I are on our way down in a few weeks. I was gonna not worry with lipstick and borrey some of yours. Until I read stanza/verse/whatever Number Four. Uhhh.....nvm, I'll remember or I'll do the naked lips thing.

Okay, from this point down, it's Ms. Aunt Bea Can't Be, who may or may not have a career in songwriting.

Ode to Jen/Gi
Back in her wild-child days we knew her as Gigi. Technically, she'll always be a wild-child but in a good way -- not the way her old blog Girl Gone Wild would lead one to believe.In 2008, my dear friend (and yours, too) turned a page in her book of life and started a brand new blog. Jen's very own 867-5309.But what would we call her?

Jen/Gi. A good mix of the past and the present.So, in honor of a wonderful friend and her song inspired blog, I wrote "Ode to Jen/Gi."Shall we all sing it together?To the tune of 'Bingo':

There was a blogger, had a friend and JenGi is her name-o.

J-E-N-G-I

J-E-N-G-I

J-E-N-G-I

And JenGi is her name-o.

Okay, here's the deal is always said by JenGi is her name-o.

(Clap)-E-N-G-I

(Clap)-E-N-G-I

(Clap)-E-N-G-I

And JenGi is her name-o.

Foreign lands were once her home and JenGi is her name-o.

(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-N-G-I

And JenGi is her name-o.

She has a dog who poos in her purse and JenGi is her name-o.

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-G-I

And JenGi is her name-o.

Heyhoo is her favorite word and JenGi is her name-o.

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-I

And JenGi is her name-o.

A crazy gal, loved by all and JenGi is her name-o.

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)

(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)-(Clap)

And JenGi is her name-o.

Love ya JenGi!And a shout out to Stacey for encouraging me to post this (she could tell I really wanted to)!

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GiGi & Gidget Photo In The Coffin!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh my goodnesssss! We're back from Branson and I can't wait to tell you about my meeting IRL (cool blog talk for in real life) with my blog friend GiGi! She was at Silver Dollar City on the same day we were, so we decided to meet at 4:00 at the Fire In The Hole, then have dinner. Well.....almost made it. Sort of. We had a hotel mishap (I'm sure I'll tell you all about it this week, but this is all about GiGi tonight!).

We were a few hours off track. In fact, it was so dang fiery, blazin-hades-lovin hotttt that we almost didn't return to the park that day. On our way to an air-conditioned attraction I got a message on my cell from her husband; he was calling from GiGi's cell. She'd forgotten it in the car and asked him to retrieve it (can you believe he did it? a good man) to let us know where they were. Ohhhh no, we were NOT going to let that trip to the car go to waste. We would fight the bumper to bumper traffic on 76, dodge in and out, cross double white lines, make illegal U-ies to get there! At all costs! We made it back to SDC an hour before closing! That's how much I wanted to take my photo with GiGi in the coffin. Shown below--that's her on the left, me on the right. See, GiGi, I told you I was gonna post it! Which legs are tanner?

Getting into the restaurant, I maybe slightly embarassed my kids when I walked through the doors calling: "GiGi! GiGi, it's me, your bff! Where are you?!!!" After a few minutes of that, we sniffed her out in the mine downstairs. Hiding, that's what. Hiding and quivering and stuff.

My first thought (other than 'she's a hidin' little chicken') was 'omg, she's beautiful! ' She's how I pictured her, no doubt. I look at people's eyes first, it's all about eyes for me. Right away I was smiling at her dancing eyes, they absolutely command happiness! Her husband, J, was so generous and friendly (almost pastoral, lol). John described him as a 'go getter with a kind heart'. They struck up conversation right away. J is finishing up his MBA, so .... John, the pro that he is ;-) filled him in on the MBA fillings-in stuff. Niki adored her little Gremlin and Little Man and attached herself to them! She loves all things children, and GiGi's were particularly loveable, so Gi, you have a babysitter whenever you need one. Two point five hours north.

Our families took off to ride a ride, GiGi paid her bill after much confusion by the waitress--finally resolved (you owe me $30, Gi). We headed to Grandfather's Mansion, sat on the swing in the lopsided bedroom (it slants wayyy up) and crammed in as much talking as we could possibly cram. You know how it is when you have so much to say and you just can't say it fast enough? Then you start something and move to something else and realize later, 'hey! I forgot to ask about that!'? It was like that. One hour. It went by so darned fast my head was spinning!

What a neat-o thing it was to meet another blog friend. I wish I could meet more of y'all, maybe down the road, one never knows! I think some of the kindest people I know are bloggers, so wouldn't it be nice if I could meet my favorite ones and hug them all?!

Friends, if you read GiGi's post, you know my eyes were tearing up the whole time. Because of allergies. But we'll let her go with the tears of joy theory she blogged. She lives in the Ozarks. So let her have that to hang onto. Tears of joy, Gi, tears of joy. Note the corner of the left eye on this pic, taken last week--tearing up here too. Probably thinking about Gi.

We decided we liked each other IRL and that we will be meeting again. I know she was a little afraid to meet me--and that her husband was definitely leary. Not leering, leary. He didn't leer or anything, that'd make no sense at all! GiGi is a blogger without a lot of identifying pics, and he didn't want her pic posted for privacy reasons. I'm a blogger that says 'hey, see me? look! at! meeee!'. But, J, I didn't think you'd mind the coffin shot I put up there. Do you? Yes or No. Circle one.

At the end of the far too scant visit, we walked out together. My family was parked in the coveted 'C' lot, so we graciously walked over to their side (snicker) to await their tram headed to the 'H' lot (snicker). Yup. We put aside our pride, we didn't care WHAT anyone else said or thought! No. By gosh they are our new friends even IF they were parked in Arkansas! Be darned with what others may think, we're standing with them! (Maybe, Gi, if we do a Christmas light tour down there, y'all could come along and park with us. In the 'C' lot. We'll see.)

***As I was right in the middle of this post, I learned that our next door neighbor was killed in a horrible crash Friday. We weren't close, I didn't really want to be close to my new neighbors here after a bad experiencein our old neighborhood. She was very friendly, her youngest will be starting his senior year with Niki. I need to rethink my views. Define neighbors vs. neighborly. I wasn't a rude neighbor, just arms length-like. I always figured when we were older, kids gone, then we'd connect. I think wave hello to your neighbors, bring them a bowl of pudding after reading this , idk. Just let them know you're around if they need an egg or orange juice. Arms length neighbors. Psh! That's about the dumbest idea I've had, and I'm definitely not going to let my arms get in the way anymore.

Sharon, Welcome To My Jungle!

Sharon tagged me eons and eons ago--it was a sewing tag. And because I almost never get to my room anymore :( I just keep forgetting that darn tag--but Sharon, I am going to show you my room. And I want you to know I haven't packed for tomorrow's big three day trip to Branson--yet here I am past midnight photographing my sewing room because you're that special to me. Not only that, but the first little collage is the route to my room--which explains everything. It's in the farthest, darkest corner of the house. And it is a mess my friend. A true seamstress will gasp in horror, I know.

Pretty please just ignore the walls and stuff in the basement--in the two years we've been here we're moving slowly and haven't gotten to it yet. I'm going to need to finish what I started upstairs first, though.

So, down the stairs, around the corner (past John's 'cave'), turn turn and down a short little hall and there it is! See? There! (click the pic to enlarge them)

This is it. This is my baby, Sharon, and the reason I chose this song today! It's mostly housed on this nice "L" shaped desk I got on Craigslist (I posted that tip on Pattern Review btw). This room is a disaster--kind of had to go back to work on the fly. Then come down to quickly hem something for a friend, whatever, and it piles up. I have the cutting table behind that desk, which as you see is covered with fabric (very sad, I just got the order when I had to start typing again!), an old radio and...paper towels, have no idea why, lol.

Finally, Sharon, this pitiful mess here, this pile of beautiful fabrics all wadded up and shoved on a few shelves (won't show you the Rubbermaid tubs shoved unerneath) is where I shop my stash. You know, just writing this, just being down there, I'm renewing my committment to get down there, clean that up and spend at least one hour a week in that room. I adore that room (when it's clean).

Now....my friend Leslie, my little FAQ, has a contest going on and she's looking for self-portraits. I thought it'd be fun to do that, so here you are, Leslie, this is what my self-portrait looks like.....for today. Tomorrow, it may not be that, girl, I'm a chameleon, no doubt about it! Today, I'm overwhelmed, out of time yet very excited. And quite happy about my life. The part without the drama, the drama I hate, but here at home, at church, even online with my blogger friends, I'm greatful for every day. *tip to my friends online, so far (hehe) I am the only submission. Looks as if I'm the only nut brave enough to submit a self-portrait. So, Gigi, you know what this means, right? I might win....yes I might!

I'm getting a little loopy now, so I'm gonna get a few hours of sleep. I'm very excited because I might (cross my fingers) get to meet my good blogging friend Gigi, known to most as Girl Gone Wild. She happens to be at Silver Dollar City at the same time I'm going. We have GOT to ride Fire In The Hole together, no worries, I'll hold her hand if she cries. I'll probably be on over the next three days, but just in case internet fails (Murphy) I'll have pictures next week for ya. And Gigi, I'll wear a special shirt for you to recognize me...what can I wear...what. can. I. wear.....

Don't forget, there's still time to enter my giveaway--that fantabulistic little personalized CD--just follow the link HERE (or just scroll down a few days) and get ready to get your rock 'n roll on (said that kinda like a Pinks & Blues girl, lol).