My picture is next to the word stress in Websters

One job but doing the work of two jobs...I have my old job and now I have Miss Gail's job...wow...sometimes I forget I'm 52 and could have a heart attack...well, maybe not a heart attack but an anxiety attack could easily happen! I love, love, love being Programs Coordinator, but I really, really, really want to let go of all tournaments. This is what makes my life complete and less anxiety ridden...he's my rock and all I have to do is see that smile and I'm ok...just...happy!

Anyway, things are achanging in my life and I'm looking forward to posting pics of some crafts I'm working on! Stay tuned and maybe I'll post again before 2012!

Can I blog twice a year???

Well, as much as I want an awesome blog...I'm lazy. I'm too busy stalking other blogs and I know I can never reach their level...I've been shamed.  It is a new year and so far a healthy one.  Being a cancer survivor, that's good news.  I've talked to someone about designing my blog.  I think if I learn more about it, I'll enjoy it more. Maybe she can get to me next week!  I'm in Biloxi with my family.  My mom grew up here and most of my family lives here.  I love it.  The beaches are great and I have such awesome memories of growing up here. I wish the casinos weren't here but we do have fun playing and eating so I shouldn't complain, especially since I won $500...don't tell my husband!  I'm going off with my girls in a couple of weeks to Atlanta and I need some shopping money.  I will be back hopefully so all 0 of you who read this blog, just hang on...I'll be back!

Christmas

So, if I do one post per month, that would be 12 posts per year...hummmmm...I can do that! So many interesting things to talk about. Mom is back on her on and doing better...so that opens my life WIDE OPEN...hello world!!! Nice to see you again!

Let's see...watching Alabama beat the crap out of everyone this year has been too much fun....well, maybe not the crap....but they won. The boy and I went to the Auburn Alabama game in Auburn....not a good idea, but hey, our best friends are Auburn fans so we decided to live out loud and went to the Plains. Picture this...the boy graduated from Alabama and is a walking stat of Alabama information. Knows everything....who played when, who scored what, who burped in 1972...you understand??? The fun thing about him though is he doesn't ram it down your throat...he's a quiet guy...has to be...he's married to me. You only see him start when someone says something wrong or he's asked outright. So here we are....in the middle of Auburn...with great friends....they are like my brothers and sisters...love them that much and the fight begins. One of them swears so and so ran 1000 yards in 1985 and Donnie corrects him...what fun to watch my always right husband slay them. They will never live it down and of course....coming back to the RV as winners in the last second....well....it just doesn't get any better. (I've got to stop these dots...) anyway, we got lost coming out of the stadium and walked about 9 miles and were still lost. My sweet, kind, never does anything wrong husband, walks up to a police officer and proceeds to tell him "My wife had cancer and she's worn out...can you take us to the West Scholarship parking!?!?!?!" ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!!!! Now, he's never pulled the cancer card...EVER. I have...numerous times...like, please get me something to drink honey...you know I had cancer...worked for awhile, but the fam finally got tired of that and well, I don't get to use that often. Anyway, he doesn't tell the man its been SIX YEARS!! Well, I did suffer and all so hey, what can I say. WE put it down as one of our great adventures. The last six years have been full of those!

My Phi Mus have gone home for Christmas...mixed feelings here. I love, love, love them and I enjoy working with them...but I needed a break and I'm sure they did too. Looking forward to new officers next semester! I had to get on to one of them about not showing up for officer training and she writes me a note telling me how sorry she is and says at the end..."I could make a terrorist cry"...WTH? I'm not that bad...plus this kid is like the nicest kid in the whole chapter....love her but you don't do right...you pay the price!

My daughter Brynn is going back to school at 27...so that means I'm going back to school at 51. Yep, she hates history so I've been helping out some. I have to look at everything she writes and help her straighten it out. Why, I don't know...as you can see from my writing, grammer is not my best subject. We have a B. Yea

I've changed my name

I never liked Pink Survivor....just threw it in there for the time being until I found something I liked better...so, this is it. No Grits, No Glory. I've told my kids their whole life, No Guts, No Glory...it was our war cry as we went through the ups and downs of daily life in a small Alabama town. This is more like me...so, I am now NGNG!!

There is only so much of me....people!

Why is it, that every time I think I have my life like I WANT it....someone comes along and screws it up?? I'm a homebody....I don't like to go places unless I'm the one who decides we're going...yea I know...bitch...but I want to GO HOME at the end of the day....I don't want to be on a committee, I don't want to help with ANYTHING....I want to be left alone to be a lazy slob at home.

Now the next two weeks are nothing short of OVERWHELMING....my fault you're all saying...yea I know but why did I have to live in the same town I sent to college? Homecoming comes around and my house is the place to be....bed? who the hell cares??? food...Pam will buy it....I mean WTH?
I did agree to be the adviser for my sorority...but I really enjoy that....takes my mind off all the adult stuff I have to deal with. I'll be on the road this weekend, meetings twice this week...cleaning the house at some point....I'm tired

It's my birthday and I'm old as hell

Could I really be turning 51 in 34 minutes?? How in the world did I get here? In my mind, I'm still 18 but the body feels like 103. That's what happens when you survive cancer...they almost kill you to save you and you never ever feel the same....that's ok though, believe me! I'll take whatever God's willing to give me to be here with my sweet husband.

Back to the birthday....51? WTH?? I'm sliding toward 60! Me 60...it just doesn't make sense. I'm young!!! I'm not a fossil!!! Yet, my daughter takes great joy in reminding me how old I'm getting. At 5:00 AM, she will be calling me and singing Happy Birthday. Of course, it will be 6AM at her house but who's counting! I love it....her Dad and I do the same to her on her birthday...it's just a tradition in my family....Now, If I called my son and sang Happy Birthday to him, he would drive to my house and probably check to see if I've lost my mind. He hates that kind of thing and he's 28 so I guess I understand. Now old Hank was born mad....pinky swear....the boy just has that kind of personality. He's ill tempered ALL THE TIME. When I had cancer, he would not come into the house. He would stand outside my window and talk to me on the beep beep. He just doesn't react the way Brynn, her Dad and I do. But I love him to pieces...I just have to say it differently.

Back to the birthday...WTH?? I mean really! I'm mighty proud to have made it this far, especially after the big C but I don't want to age anymore. I want to stay here. I love where I am in my life right now. I'm stronger, happier and tougher than I've ever been and it's the age! You get to a certain point in your maturity where you just don't take anymore crap from people. Brynn says I have the evil eye now....as she says....I've seen you slice someone up with a look. In my line of work, that's a pretty cool talent to have.

Down to 25 minutes...I'm off to bed so I can get up tomorrow and enjoy the start of another blessed year from God....he's cut me 5 more years than I thought I had, so who's complaining!!

Kill me now and shoot me later

That's right...I want to die before the flu kills me....three days of this mess and I am at the end of my rope...someone should write a book about why the flu happens to good people...I'm good...I've had cancer...I shouldn't have to get the flu...it should be a law...oh well...I've bullied the computer long enough....I'm going back to sleep