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Hello!  My name is "Yellow Jeep Blonde Come by and visit!"

It was DeWitte's suggestion in his last comment.  Good idea, friend!

I've been sorely remiss in posting on Vox. . . and Spaces. . . and Facebook.  I've been busy posting at Yellow Jeep Blonde. Come by and visit! 

Are you happy that Summer is over?

1) Those of you that know me already know what a work-horse I am.  I've had this one (of two) big customers that I've pretty much let consume my life for the last four years.  I have busted my butt every single day to make sure that all of their outlandish demands were met and on time.  And they loved me for it.  (I love it when people love me)  Then the lovely economy in this U.S. started sinking into the toilet and everybody's head in Retail's upper management started spinning.  There have been shake-ups and shake-downs and rethinking of marketing strategies and reorganizing budgets and such.  Thus the demise of my customer being my customer.  They've decided to take another route in their marketing plan - a fresh new route. . . one that does not include me.   

Problem solved.  heehee

At least I still have my sense of humor.

   Before the ride in the Jeep

After it was reassembled in the Jeep

It took quite a beating in the Jeep on the way up.  I wasn't even through the tunnel (about 15 miles from home) before the teddy bear bought the farm.  And I had him TIED on with ribbon!  He just couldn't take all the bouncing and toppled right on over.  I tried for a few miles to hold on to him, but then decided that it was going to be a long ride and I'd just do damage control when I got there and put it all back together.  It still looked a little wop-sided and abit asquew.  But that's my fault cuz I didn't project such a tramatic trip for it.  It didn't matter though.  Everybody there LOVED it!!  Carried on and on about it.

Current wife, however, wasn't so crazy about all the attention it drew.  Especially since they totally rearranged the table to make it the centerpiece (totally not my intention).  I was truly not trying to be mean or nasty or self-centered or anything like that.  It was the new Baby Mama's special day (and I adore her).  I was just having a good time seeing everyone and I was like little chatty Cathy (if my name was Cathy) and truly enjoying seeing everyone.  It's a big family and I love them all, so I was mingling all over the place. 

When the shower actually started though, current wife had disappeared - nowhere to be found.  We all naturally thought that she'd gone upstairs to take a nap (even though we thought it weird, it wouldn't be UNlike something she'd do), but NO.  It turns out that she just LEFT.  Got in her car and went home.  Three hours away.  Without saying goodbye to the shower's guest of honor or the hosts or anybody.  Very strange behavior.  But then that's how bizarre she's been acting for awhile now.

I was, however, able to catch a picture of her FINALLY with my new camera with my zoom lense from the other room during the fifteen minutes that she was there after I arrived.  I've always tried to get a picture, but she refuses to allow it.  Although I understand not wanting your picture taken (cuz I take horribly bad pictures too), I dismissed all of my empathy and my evil side took over my camera and it snapped away.  I lost control.  Now I could have stopped there and just used this picture for my own viewing displeasure, but I'm not selfish like that.  I have to share.  I have to show you all what my ex is living with now.   Now get yourselves ready.  If you frighten easily, look away.  Log out now.  But if you're not squeamish, just scroll on down and feast your eyes on my ex's current horror.  I actually feel bad for him.

YIKES!  And I thought that MY turkey neck needed help!

Now whenever I feel badly about myself or if I feel a little old or worn out, I have this picture as an easy go-to to perk me right up.  I can proudly say with confidence (that's different from conceded) that I aged slightly better than THIS.  heehee

For those who DON'T know me, you have to understand that I have taken years of this woman bad-mouthing me to everyone who would listen, treating my children like second-class citizens because they're not HER family, and doing everything POSSIBLE to sabotage whatever inkling of a decent relationship that I could have with the children's father.  She's one of those women who are nasty and evil with a big smile on their face like "Who me?"  Bee-aatch!  Well, since my children were young and I was trying to be a role model and not go all Naomi Campbell on her, I held my head high and never said a cross word to her. . . having every confidence that she would get what was coming to her in the end.  And I was right!!  I was never sure if I would actually get to see her get what was coming to her, but I was sure it would happen.  Now - she is LOSING IT and she knows it.  I just smile my sweet Southern smile. 

Now it's back to the salt mines.  Happy Monday to all!

This is a picture of my First Grade class back in 1966-1967.    And Bill Evans, Meteorologist, is in this class!! 

Now anybody that really knows me could obviously tell which kid I am.  But for those of you who don't know me, I'm the little white-headed, fat-headed girl on the far left.  And the famous weatherman from New York City, Bill Evans, is behind me sitting beside the teacher.  I was blocking his head shot from the camera.  (Who knew how much camera time he'd really get in his lifetime) 

Anyway, I had the biggest crush on him back then!!  (Well, as big a crush as any five year old can have)  To the five year old me - he was my boyfriend.  But sadly my family moved when I was in Second grade and I didn't see him again until high school.  By then, we'd both grown up and grown our separate ways.  He didn't even remember the little big-headed girl that sat next to him in Kindergarten and First Grade who had a five year old crush on him.  We never had any classes together in all four years of high school, so we never got to know each other again.  Oh well.

Nonetheless, I still remember him from 1966 when he was known as Billy.  He's all grown up now and apparently has done quite well for himself.  And I have no idea how to tell him "Hello!  Do you remember this picture from 1966?" 

This is Bill Evans, Meteorologist, ABC News, New York NOW.

I had scanned his Senior portrait to show the before and after, the likeness, but thought he might not like that very much (being famous and not authorizing it and all).  I didn't want to cross any boundaries or anything.

However, I really should be fair to some of the other people in this class because I DID know them all the way through high school too.  Robin Fears, the tiny little girl on the back row with the pixie hairdo - knew her too but not sure what she's doing now.  Mark Farrior became an archietect and moved to Houston.  I lost touch with him after college and haven't seen him in 27-28 years.  He's a great guy and we were good friends.  He's sitting two boys in front of me with the adorable crooked smile. 

I had not thought about these guys or my friends from high school in forever and a day.  My life has become SO far removed from that time.  I'm a whole different person now.  All grown up.  Moved away.  Been around the world.  Maybe I WILL go to my Class Reunion afterall.  I doubt that my famous First Grade crush will be there, but still it might be nice to see how well everybody has done for themselves.  I mean, I'm not the ONLY one that grew up afterall.