Desperate Blogger and Desperate Housewives

I don't know...

I plan to blog...

I plan to learn to have great photos

( I took an online class which was excellent ) You can read

about it here http://shootflyshoot.com/

I need to retake it ( which I can do over and over again, for once you pay for it, it is yours forever!!!) as I have not done enough homework!

Like everyone....it comes down to we have choices of what to do with our time....

I have had lots of things to blog about...

Selling my Mom and Dad's house

( which should close on Wed.)

dealing with family

moving things out of said house

having a garage sale

packaging products

redoing bedrooms

hanging beautiful tablecloths of my moms for curtains

( honey put up a copper rod)

I do hope to share more of these things...

H

O

P

E

One of my favorite words....

I hope you will enjoy the below pictures 

of a fantastic occasion 

hosted by 

Mrs. Kelly Morgon

The Last Episode Of Desperate Housewives

The Perfect Housewife and Hostess

Nothing Desperate Here!

A Final Walk Around Wisteria Lane

We all stopped to smell the flowers and take in the scent of a perfect evening.

We were all asked to bring an appetizer and wear a favorite apron.

Some of the food....and I mean just Some of the food is pictured below.

A lady named Dixie who was Gaby in disguise!

 The Group Who Enjoyed the last episode of 

Desperate Housewives..

Kelly, our hostess

Jo...well...Jo had cracked ribs from a work accident

 ( it is dangerous being a school teacher )

and had to go home early...:(

Me

Debra

Bonnie

Brenda

and Dixie...or is it Gaby?????

The wonderful treat baskets that we each got to take home...

Blueberry Muffins for breakfast this morning..

I had to save mine for the scales showed too much of that food 

went into my mouth last night!

It has been years since I have had a Desperate Housewife episode...

But wouldn't you know, it happened this morning..

I discovered I was out of coffee...

Hubby still sleeping...

Decided to run to the closest Circle K to get my FAVORITE

coffee...

Now folks, when I say favorite...I MEAN... FAVORITE!!!!

One of the influencing factors of buying the condo in Destin, Fl. 

was there was a Circle K right between the condo and beach.

I forgot to put my glasses on, I was so desperate to get to the K to get coffee...

Arrive

Search

Search

Search

"Mam", the clerk says," Are you looking for a certain blend?"

"Cinnamon, please

Yes, pLeAsE!!!!"

And then the dreaded words...

"It has been discontinued...no longer available...nationwide...

they changed ALL their coffee flavors."

WHAT???????????????

WHY??????????????

"I don't know", he says.

"There are a lot of upset customers.

I don't even like their house blend now and I work here."

This cup contains Hazelnut coffee with Hazelnut creamer....

Let me tell you,

It is NOT the same...

I am DESPERATE!

I will be trying to figure out a way to contact Circle K...

The television series might be over but in real life

there are still Desperate Housewives

and 

I

am

now

one

of

them!

H

O

P

E

I hope Circle K will bring back my cinnamon coffee!

The Golden Rule

Sometimes it is really difficult to...
Do Unto Others As You Would Have Them Do Unto You.................
Especially When..... You are not sure how you would have others do unto you...given the circumstances...

Some More of the Party

Thought I would share some more  pictures of the Fabulous 84th Academy Awards Party I was lucky enough to attend last Monday night!

Made me want to move into Kelly's beautiful home. Hollywood has nothing on this talented gal!

People

People are watching the way we act
more than they're watching what we say!

Just a Taste of The Academy Awards

 This talented lady, Kelly Morgan, threw her 8th annual Academy Awards party on Sunday night. I happened to be lucky enough to get an invite... which I need to share but I don't have a picture taken yet.

Red Carpet Leads The Way

Fabulous Decorations Everywhere

Ballot Sheets on Clip Boards

Why Not Indeed?

More of those Fabulous Decorations...

Film Reels Included

Just look at this Buffet Table

All of her foods corresponded with each movie nominated for the Best Picture

Homemade Caramel Corn and Theater Candy

Star Studded Sprinkles Cupcakes

At the end of the party each guest took home a Star Dish as a Favor!

I have lots more pictures but somehow, I uploaded them and then they got removed. It takes awhile to upload so many pictures and I just don't have time right now to do it again. I hope to show you more of the delight a different day.

It was AmAzInG!!!!!!

Yesterday and Today

Yesterday my dad was buried with full military honors...

My hope is right at this minute, my mom and dad are sharing another kiss..

Today, February 23rd, would have been my daughter's 41st Birthday...

"I grieved until I came to realize that I couldn't change the past any more than I could control the future. I had to go on living and look to God for my strength."

Today I found the above quote. I don't know who said it. 

I do know though

I have had this exact thought.

Today it seems especially appropriate. 

Because Of My Father

Martin Newton Neill

My Father

October 16, 1922 - February 17, 2012

Because of my Father

Because of my father, I have always had a roof over my head and did not need to worry about food and shelter.

Because of my father, growing up, I lived in many different places. This was one of my favorite parts of being an Airforce child. I learned people are people, everywhere you go. There are different customs in different areas but all people have hearts and feelings.

Because of my father, I was taught to be respectful...you see he was a Colonel in the Airforce and if I did not jump before he said jump, it was too late. There was never any doubt about who was the BOSS...I grew up in that generation that was told, more often than not..."Just wait till your father gets home."

Because of my father, my mother was able to keep our feet fitted in Buster Brown shoes. Speaking of shoes...

Because of my father, I took Ballet lessons. He loved ballet dancing and it would have suited him just fine had I been a ballet danceer as an adult. To this day, my hand, when raised, automatically goes into arabesque position.

Because of my father, I ate Frog Legs when I was little...but I was told they were chicken legs, as they knew I would have nothing to do with them otherwise.

Because of my father, I do not play golf.. he tried to teach me how to play and patience was not one of my father's virtues. Thankfully, I rebelled against golf, as my husband often teases me that we cannot afford two golfers in our family.

Because of my father, my mother was able to enjoy many simple, as well as extravagant things in life, which in turn, trickled down to her children.

Because of my father, many of my dinner parties were enhanced with his story telling skills. He was full of entertaining stories...especially stories about flying , which he loved.

Because of my father, I was taught More is Better...my favorite illustration of this concept is... 

I had moved into a new home in the late 70's. My dad was helping me put grass in the front yard. We were sowing seeds. In order to keep the seeds from blowing away or the birds eating them, sand was sprinkled over the seeds. Before sowing the seeds, my yard underwent LOTS of plowing, fertilizing and making the soil ready for the grass to grow. After the sand went down, we, of course, had left over seed. Remember..better to have too much than too little. My dad suggested we offer the leftovers to my next door neighbors. My neighbors had done absolutely nothing to their yeard...no plowing, no prepartion, absolutely nothing. I did not think they would want the seed. I was wrong. They took the seed, threw it around on the yard and that was that. Weeks later, guess what...they had a yard full of grass and I did not. Dad had us put so much sand on top of the seed that it could not push it's way through. We had to start over!

Because of my father, I learned to try, at times, to admit if I was wrong...for you see, my father would seldom admit he was wrong or had made a mistake. Funny how all of these stories are related to yards... With a Tiff yard it is necessary to airate every now and then. It did not take all day to do the job so dad asked Randy, my husband, if we would like to rent a machine for a day and do his yard and ours. Dad got the machine home and tried to start it, over and over again... the whole time bitching and moaning about the rental place renting him a piece of garbage. Randy got the machine back in the jeep and the two of them went back to the store. As my dad read him the riot act, the gentleman apologized about the machine and went through the steps aain of how to use the machine. Again, my dad acting disgusted with getting a bum machine the first time... Upon leaving, my dad, once back in the jeep, ever so quietly, said to Randy,"I might have forgotten to turn on the switch!"

Because of my father, growing up, we always, and I mean always, had dessert with every evening meal. Most of the time this consisted of homemade pies, cakes or cookies. It wasn't until I was an adult, out on my own, that I realized dessert was not a major food group.  I think my father probably coined the phrase.. " Eat dessert first"