Qweenie's Court: Painting the Roses Red

Of Thieves and Liars......

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 13:30:00 +0000

There is much difference between imitating a man and counterfeiting him.~ Benjamin Franklin

A good friend of mine had her words stolen.

A letter she had written to her father on his birthday was stolen by some woman on the web without even a second thought.

This disgusts me.

I truly hope dear readers that you never have this happen to you and please never stand by and watch it happen to someone else. Stand up, step up, be willing to help make a wrong right.

***Turns out she stole from a lot more people, The Megalomaniac Mommy compiled a list***

Sometimes "Goodbye" is easier to say than you thought.....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 00:56:00 +0000

In the last year I have done a little, shall we say "editing" in my life.....

Got rid of some friends (and family members) that I felt like I just didn't need anymore. Some of them seemed to not need me anymore either so I guess that's alright too....

I'm pretty sure in most cases it was a clean break, and it's possible that it was an easier thing to do than I ever expected. I find myself less stressed about things that used to make me want to pull out my hair. Now I'm more relaxed, ready to deal with things at a slower, more reasonable pace.

I've learned a lot too.

I've learned about the true value of friendship, support and loyalty. I used to always consider myself to be a good friend to any one that needed a good friend. Going out of my way to help and support but now I know that you can't make every one happy.

I hope I'm teaching my kids these new lessons too, I'd hate for them to be in their 30s before they figure them out. Although I suppose some lessons need to be learned rather than taught.....

and the horse you rode in on......

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 20:07:00 +0000

it must be nice to sit in judgment of others.

you bitch about us not visiting you but you've NEVER come here exclusively to visit us.

your visits are always part of one big trip to visit everyone.

and we usually have to drive 2+ hours or more to see you, you've come to our place twice.

not to mention that you time your trips horribly and get pissy when we can't make it there during your visit.

some of us have work and school, we lack the flexibility to drop everything and go on vacation...or visit people out of town.

plan better next time jackass.

don't lecture us about "helping" when we've done what we can from where we are, especially when we've been told it's been handled.

it's not our fault things changed, we weren't involved....at all.

turns out that they're adults and if they needed us they could have asked.

don't call here just to bitch about it....i don't want to hear about it and he doesn't deserve your guilt trip.

your balls must be brass for you to try to tell me that family is more important than friends, i can think of more than a half dozen times when you've brushed us off for your friends.

my friends ARE my family.

if family wasn't so bad at keeping in touch and being kind to each other maybe we'd be more interested in spending time with them.

honestly, i wish you'd just shut the eff up and worry about your own damn life.

From Qweenie's Kitchen: Potato & Ham Chowder

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 14:59:00 +0000

Yay! Crock Pot meals!

Potato & Ham Chowder
Crock pot: 3 1/2- 4 quart
Prep Time: 10-15 min
Cook Time: 8 hr on low ....*I just cook it till we're ready to eat

1 pkg Betty Crocker scalloped potatoes
1 cup diced fully cooked ham
4 cups chicken broth
2 medium stalks celery, chopped (about 1 cup)
1 medium onion, chopped (about 1/2 cup)
1/8 teaspoon pepper
2 cups half & half
1/3 cup all purpose flour

~ Mix potatoes, sauce mix from potatoes, ham, broth, celery, onion and pepper in slow cooker

~ Cover and cook on low heat setting for 7 hours

~ Mix half & half and flour. Gradually stir half & half mixture into chowder until blended

~ Cover and cook on low heat setting 1 hour, stirring occasionally, until thickened and vegetables are tender.

~ Makes 5 servings

**** My tips****

I use a 6 qt. crockpot so I double the recipe except for the flour. Also it rarely ever takes 8 hours to cook, I've started it at noon and been ready to dish it up by 5.
I also love to serve it with sourdough rolls for dunking cuz it is just too damn tasty!

From Qweenie's Kitchen: Sweet-n-Sour Chicken

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 18:56:00 +0000

Yay! Crock Pot meals!

Sweet-n-Sour Chicken

Crock Pot version
Serving Size: 5
Cuisine: Chinese
Main Ingredient: Chicken

-= Ingredients =-
1 1/4 pounds Chicken breasts, boneless skinless ; sliced
1 tbs Vegetable oil
to taste Salt & pepper
1 can (8 oz) Pineapple chunks
1 can (8 oz) Water chestnuts ; sliced
2 medium Carrots ; sliced
2 tbs Soy sauce
4 teaspoons Cornstarch
1 cup Sweet and Sour sauce
1/4 cup Water
1 1/2 teaspoons Ground ginger
3 Green onion ; cut into 1 inch pieces
1 1/2 cups Snow peas
Hot cooked rice

-= Instructions =-
In a large skillet, saute chicken in oil for 4-5 minutes; drain.

Sprinkle with salt and pepper.

Drain pineapple, reserving juice; set pineapple aside. In a 5 qt. slow cooker. combine the chicken, water chestnuts, carrots, soy sauce and pineapple juice. Cover and cook on low for 3 hours or until chicken juices run clear.

In a small bowl, combine the cornstarch, sweet and sour sauce, water and ginger until smooth. Stir into slow cooker.

Add onions and reserved pineapple; cover and cook on high for 15 minutes or until thickened. Add peas; cook 5 minutes longer.

Serve over rice.

Life and what it takes to make one....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 16:52:00 +0000

I work my ass off day in and day out.....people think that I'm fairly lucky to be able to stay home and care for my home and family.
I love my job and I will admit that I am lucky to have it.....but this isn't about luck this is an example of choices. My husband and I have chosen to live this way and give our children this life. This life doesn't have a lot of material perks, no vacations to exotic locales, no fancy cars or clothes or toys......but we make due.....we try not to whine about what we don't have, and forgive each other the occasional rant.
For the most part we are happy, healthy and prospering!!
We spend a lot of time together, not much apart, honestly that makes us all a little nuts but given the choice I would rather be here with them than anywhere on the planet.

Fly, Fatass, fly!

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 01:04:00 +0000

"No diet will remove all the fat from your body because the brain is entirely fat. Without a brain, you might look good, but all you could do is run for public office." ~~George Bernard Shaw

I know a lot of people have heard about how Kevin Smith was ejected from a Southwest Airlines flight for being "Too Fat To Fly" and honestly they may or may not have cared. I did, I do and I will continue to. Not because it's Kevin Smith but because I am a "Customer of Size" too and the story sickens me.

Now I have read, watched and listened to all the sides of this thing and I have to say that the fact that SWA refuses to go on the record to say that Mr. Smith was NOT in fact "Too Fat To Fly" but instead continues to keep silent that it was simply a mix up, speaks volumes about just how insensitive people can be about "heavy" people.

I understand the embarrassment and humiliation that comes with being fat and being called out for and I understand the outrage Mr.Smith must feel for being unjustly accused of being too fat when in this particular instance he was not. So Mr. Smith, trying to reclaimed the dignity that was so unceremoniously stripped from him, tweets and sMods and whatnot about the incident on the internet. GREAT! I fully endorse the venting on the internet deal (obviously), I just wish it hadn't been met with so much ire by the "skinny" people.

Let me just say that if a salad could fix my weight issues I'd gladly eat them for the rest of my life. Snickering "Do a sit-up" under your breath isn't going to make some magic light bulb go off in my head. "Fattys" aren't always lazy, or over eaters or even slobs. We're people who have a problem that we have to deal with/ work on every day...you have no idea. Honestly I hope you never do.

I'm sorry I'm a little preachy on this....it strikes a nerve with me because I have been a traveler my whole life and I've only been a Fatty the last 10 but I've had heavy family members and demmit I wish people could be more kind to heavy people....they, we, deserve better from each other. Judgment over culture, color, religion or body type is just wrong. Why is it that obese people are acceptable targets of hatred? Why is it okay to make fun of the fat kid but not the autistic kid? They're both disorders...so what's the difference?

Chances are there is a "fatty" out there somewhere that you love, be it a friend, teacher or family member. Shouldn't we keep that in mind and stop being so damn mean to each other?

I truly hope that the snipes about Mr. Smith's weight die down and that people look at this case for what it is...because it's just not right for him to be subjected to sneers and snickers when he simply got bumped from a plane because SWA fucked up.....

Spring is coming...which means summer is right behind!!

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 21:45:00 +0000

I was recently contacted by a rep from The Fresh Air Fund. The Fresh Air Fund is an independent, not-for-profit agency, that has provided free summer vacations to more than 1.7 million New York City children from low-income communities.

The thing is though...they need your help!

First off they rely on donations, your donations help to provide memorable summers to NYC children. So donate what you can, please.

Second, and this one is the best, they need host families! Host families are volunteers who live in the suburbs or small town communities. Host families range in size, ethnicity and background, but share the desire to open their hearts and homes to give city children an experience they will never forget. Hosts say the Fresh Air experience is as enriching for their own families, as it is for the inner-city children. There are no financial requirements for hosting a child. Volunteers may request the age-group and gender of the Fresh Air youngster they would like to host.

So please, please if you are in the NY area please consider helping out. Every kid deserves a summer in the "country"! My kids spend most of their summers at a cottage on a beautiful lake in Northern Minnesota and I know that their lives are enriched by the time spent there.....I wish I could send some of these kids there!

So what do you say? Can you spare some time or a little money to change a kids life?

Click here to learn more about becoming a host or call (800) 367-0003!

Thnx for listening.....*climbs off soapbox*

There is no death. It is only a transition to a different sphere of consciousness.

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 05:35:00 +0000

Zelda Rubinstein has died.

For those of you who don't know her by her name she was Tangina in Poltergeist (1982).

I LOVED that movie, moreover I LOVED that character........some people just don't appreciate a tiny psychic like I do.

I realize she did other things, she had a long and very storied career, but to me she will always be Tangina.

ALWAYS...

Thank you Zelda for helping to save us from the scary beasties that live in the snowy TV screen....We REALLY appreciate it.....

RIP Tangina!

Thank you, ah thank you very much.....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 01:32:00 +0000

We finally got our holiday thank you cards done....yeah I know....late.

I know some people think thank you cards are an outdated ritual that have no place in modern times. As a matter of fact why send hand written thank yous when an email or phone call will suffice?

Well because it's a nice thing to do.....imagine the look on your gift givers face when they get the mail and begin sorting through the daily pile of junk mail and bills only to find that little hand addressed envelope....

...and then they open it and read that not only did you like the gift but you're so glad they thought of you on your day (or holiday) and that you miss them or love them or plan to see them soon....

....and they smile....they smile because you have added just a tiny bit of sunshine to their day. Out there in the world of junk mail and bills someone appreciates them and cares how they feel....

And that to me is what makes it all worth it...

OH AND....my kids wrote theirs this year without a fight....YAY!!

It gets a bit sticky sometimes.....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 14:15:00 +0000

I believe that more unhappiness comes from this source than from any other - I mean from the attempt to prolong family connections unduly and to make people hang together artificially who would never naturally do so.~~Samuel Butler

I'm on Facebook, as are many many people in this world....

Unfortunately with the fun of re-connecting with long lost friends and family comes the down side of being in a better position to catch shit from those same people...

Yesterday I hit my limit....I don't want to hear from some of these people anymore. I am NOT the whipping boy for their issues and I refuse to allow them to treat me as such. So....

Dear Family,

Just because we are related doesn't mean we are friends. there are many things that I do in my life that you won't like, just as there are things you do that make me nuts. You have the option to ignore those and love me anyway (as I do with you for the most part) OR you can choose to be a total ass about it and let it ruin our relationship for good.

I did not move as far away as I did to hurt YOU. I did it for the benefit of MY little family. At no time were YOUR feelings considered when my husband and I made this decision for our financial future.

To lay blame, for not seeing us, at our door is ridiculous. We make trips to your neck of the woods every couple of months. That you choose to act oblivious to that or just plain ignore it is on YOU, not me. I think it's the most horrible bunch of crap that you would imply that even though I have driven 6 hours with both my kids (and usually with both my dogs) to a whole other state I should then drive one more hour just to see you when clearly it would make more sense for you to bring your ass to me.

Don't tell me about how much you'd love to see my kids more often when you make no effort to do so on your own. You are the adult. You have a car. You can come see us at anytime, I have extended invitations on many many occasions and have been shot down.

I refuse to feel guilty because YOU weren't told about a family gathering that I attended (and you did not) when it was in the town where you live and you were just too lazy to pick up a phone and ask someone. I didn't plan the gathering...I announced my plans to stop by on my way through town on Facebook, and since you are my 'friend' I figured you'd see it. Other family members did and they showed up.

I have had the same cell number for 9 years. I don't change it, despite leaving the state 4 years ago, because I want to be accessible to you. Your number changes fairly often, mine does not. That you would have the balls to say I should have called you is dumb. YOU should call me. I've called you repeatedly over the years...it's your turn. There is no reason you can't pick up a damn phone and call me.

I refuse to feel guilty about everything I do. I refuse to put forth all the effort in our relationship anymore. From this day forward I will treat you as you have treated/treat me.

I have figured out over the years, thanks to your behavior toward me, that I don't need you. I have a wonderful family of my own making. I have 'sisters' I love and who love me. My kids have 'Aunts & Uncles' that most people would be lucky to have. And though we would love for you to be a part of our lives we don't NEED you to be if you don't want to be.

On that note let me just add....

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.~~Richard Bach

Thank you for your time.

Happy Birthday to The King!!

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 15:48:00 +0000

"The King" being Elvis Presley of course.....

Happy 75th Birthday Elvis!

Thank you for all the great music you left behind and all the artists you've inspired!

Life is Unpredictable...

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 22:18:00 +0000

...and then you die.

Or, is that, "Life's a bitch, and then you die"?

Well, whatever. The point is: SHIT HAPPENS and people have to cancel or reschedule. Especially during the holidays when things are chaotic and everyone is spread thin.

Roll with the punches. Don't cry like a big, fat baby when someone ruins your plans. Everyone has shit to do...

...especially on Christmas Eve.

Life is unpredictable just like your reaction to my sudden change of plans, WHICH, I had no control over.

One finds oneself faced with a list of priorities on a daily basis. One must choose carefully from this list. What is important to one person is less important to another.

I chose and now you're bent out of shape.

Life is a bitch and then you die.

Life has lessons to teach. This be only one in a long-ass list of karmic schoolings.

Merry Frackin' Christmas!!

~Mare~
Guest Blogger Extraordinaire
www.houseofsoga.blogspot.com

My best friend is mean to me (and other lies I'll tell you...)

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 13:30:00 +0000

She's soooo mean to me!!

She wants me to blog more...

and work out...

and be creative....

and get out of the house more....

and take more pictures...

She's a real task master I tell ya. She seems to think she does it out of love.....

I think she secretly hates me and is trying to slowly "love" me to death..... because the girl can hold a grudge and I'm pretty sure I may have pissed in her cheerios at some point in the last 23 years...

Actually she's pretty awesome and I'm lucky to have her, so I guess, for her, I shall TRY to blog more.....

and get my fat ass on the treadmill more...

and be creative....

and take more pictures....

But she better be grateful demmit!

After all I'm doing all this for her....*wink*

Shenanigans!

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:41:00 +0000

Shenanigan

she·nan·i·gan
(plural she·nan·i·gans)

noun
Definition:

1. questionable act: something that is deceitful, underhanded, or otherwise questionable ( usually used in the plural )

2. trick or prank: a playful trick, mischievous prank, or other display of high spirits

[Mid-19th century]

I love that word....Shenanigans!

It just rolls off the tongue....and it sounds like what it means...mischief. How fun! I love trouble, well good mischief anyway....

My husband and I love shenanigans, especially if we're pulling shenanigans on the kids...and our kids were born suckers. Unfortunately they're getting smarter, they're onto us now. We have to plan bigger and better, and be very flexible. There used to be a time when a simple fabrication could bring a days worth of giggles to the King and I.....

Like the time they were whining during a particularly long car ride and we started telling them about their older "brother" Bruce.

"Bruce used to chew bubble gum."

"Oh yeah Bruce was a huge vikings fan."

"Man could Bruce catch fish! He was a born fisherman I tell ya..."

"Bruce used to whine in the car too, that's why we left him at that truck stop...."

and then from the backseat...."Heeeeeyyyy you guys made Bruce up, didn't you?"
They were answered with gales of laughter from the front seat but now they've caught on...

They're doing it back to us now, and they're getting really good at it. Really good.

My mother sent them fake dog doo for Christmas, so it's a safe guess that this is genetic. She was the Queen of Shenanigans when I was a kid and I learned well....

I think as she hands the torch (or dog doo) down to the next generation, I can safely say that they too have learned well.

Cuz time-outs only work for so long.....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 18:49:00 +0000

Kids will test you.....

When people tell you that kids aren't doing things maliciously, they are stupid or childless, or their children walk all over them and they're oblivious....

Because children WILL test you, and they test you to see what they have to do, how far to go to get what they want...

It's human nature....

and guess what people "Children are human too!!"

But here's a little tip from me to you, you are in fact, the adult in the situation....

That means you get to dole out random punishment with out time limits, you get to swat a butt if you feel it necessary and you sure as hell have the right to make their life harder for 5 damn minutes....

I am so sick of people who say "we don't eat at restaurants because the kids won't behave" or "oh he makes that noise all the time, we just ignore it"....

The hell you say!

You are the adult, you explain the behavior you expect, and the consequences for not behaving appropriately in each situation....and then, and here's the biggest part, YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW THROUGH.

YOU have to be the bad guy, you are NOT their friend, You are their teacher....their PARENT.

I promise you my kids are far from perfect and I don't go around beating them all day (though some days it seems like I should start) but they are well behaved in public, they treat people with respect and they never make other people homicidal while they are TRYING to enjoy a nice dinner out at the local Olive Garden.....

okay so maybe I have an agenda with this post....

perhaps it's not just about me trying to pass on some helpful tips to my readers....

Maybe I just want the woman with the over-tired kindergartner to drag his squealing ass out to the car and take him home so I can enjoy my umlimited salad and bread sticks in peace....

Oh, and um, Waitress.....

Yes, could I have some more of that free sample wine please...Thank you!

Next time I'll tell ya'll about how after enough "free samples" of wine at Olive Garden, you won't care how loud other peoples children are.....or whether you had shoes on when you got there.....

Ouija board, Would you work for me ? I have got to say Hello to an old friend.............

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 11:00:00 +0000

I don't know how to say what I want to say....

My thoughts are disjointed and random...

I dream I have conversations with her and I want to pick up the phone and finish them.

She has been missed everyday of the last 10 years and I would give anything to hear her voice again....

Knowing her was a blessing in my life....

Today would have been her 37th birthday and I will raise a glass in her honor and to her memory.....

Caitlee, Happy Birthday and I love you!

the goose is getting fat.....

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 10:49:00 +0000

Today I am one step closer to being ready for the holidays......

THE TREE IS DONE!!

Now to do the rest.....

Baking cookies, checking the naughty list (I just know I made it on there this year...WOOT!), shopping, cleaning, more baking, a little more decorating....

I'm already too tired for all this....

Perhaps an Irish coffee and a warm fire is more my speed....

I'll just tell the kids that they were so naughty Santa won't even be stopping to give them coal....

Is it possible to find convincing coal nowadays? I mean if I use a brickette won't they figure that out? I guess they are fairly smart, hell they already know I'm lying about Santa....

So coal is out....

Better go for the 'Martha Stewart' version of Christmas instead....

Could someone get me her number please, I'll pay her in snarky comments and gin...

"P" is for Poop

noreply@blogger.com ("Mare") — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 04:23:00 +0000

Do I need an introduction? Perhaps. I'm "Mare", as Qweenie has called me for the last 23 years. Our friendship started out innocently in an English class where the teacher's less-than-lady-like posture and disposition completely distracted us with a crotch shot every day for an hour. We were 11-year-old girls. She was the giggly one. Here we are, 23 years later, plotting and planning, as usual. We are still those little girls, only now, we're much taller and have our own children.

Those children are the very thing keeping our lives more than interesting in a way that only a mommy can understand. I have a 6-year-old boy and a 3.5-year-old girl. Both are very entertaining and mildly annoying at the same time. I love them with all my life.

My son, we'll call him "Lo", has a fascination with poop. Not the fecal matter itself, but the word and the thought of it. He finds it humorous in ways that I cannot explain. It sounds funny. It looks funny. To think about it is funny. To hear one say the word "poop" puts him into a hysterical, giggling fit that only stops when I use the "big voice" to tell him that poop, indeed, is not funny.

I walked away from him as he was doing his homework the other day. His task was to draw 3 items that begin with the letter "P". I thought this was an easy task not warranting supervision. So, ten minutes later my child brings his piece of artistic mastery to me and I proceed to quiz him.

Mom: "What's this triangle with the circles on it?"
Lo: "A piece of pizza."
Mom: "What's this circle with the little yellow square on it?"
Lo: "A pancake with butter on it."
Mom: "Is that a hot dog?"
Lo: "No."
Mom: "Then what is it?"
Lo: "It's a poop." (hysterics ensue)

Yes, it was a log. I shouldn't have, because my job is to set an example, but went ahead and laughed my ass off, then proceeded to pick up the phone and dial. I had to share this with someone and who better to share it with than my BFF of 23 years? She masterminded a plan that would then turn the poop into a dachshund "puppy" by adding legs, a head and a tail. His teacher is none the wiser.

Today's bit of awesome mom-ness was brought to you by the letter "P".

~"Mare"~
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Thanks for sharing with us Mare. Please come back again soon and tell us more funny/crude kid stories....they're my FAVORITE!!

Yes Folks, we have a winner!!

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 11:56:00 +0000

The winner of the $25 Macy's Gift Card is Marianne Soga from Worth a thousand words.....

Look for it in the mail shortly....

Happy Holidays to All!!!

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese (A Give Away)

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 11:39:00 +0000

I mentioned last week that I would be giving away a $25 Macy's gift card, well today is the day!! Okay not today but today is the day I tell you about it.....

Here's the plan:

Leave a comment on this post telling me what you are thankful for this year. It can be humorous or touching, totally up to you. For every comment you leave (only one per day please) you get an entry to win the gift card. On Thanksgiving night I will pick a winner and announce it here on Friday...

So get to posting my lovelies... And have a Happy Thanksgiving!

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 11:34:00 +0000

As some of you may remember last year I wrote about Macy's Believe Campaign, this year they're doing it again.

I am thrilled to tell you that once again Macy's is collecting letters in a special Santa letterbox at all Macy’s stores and for each letter received, Macy’s will donate $1 to the Make-A-Wish Foundation. You can also stop by there and find out how to enter to win a trip to New York to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Make-A-Wish is a wonderful foundation that is very near and dear to my heart and I am very happy to be able to do something to support them!! So if you have some time please sit down with someone you love and write a couple of letters to Santa.

Don't forget to follow Macy's on Facebook and Twitter too.

Also, CBS will be premiering a new original animated special called, “Yes, Virginia.” on Friday, December 11, at 8 p.m. ET. which is awesome cause new Christmas specials are always welcome.

And as if that wasn't enough......I'm giving away a Macy's gift card for $25 next week. Watch for your chance to win!

Now run and get those letters written.....

Wordless Wednesday: Family Exchange

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:09:00 +0000

Monday Morning Macro: Nov. 16, 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 10:39:00 +0000

TWLOHA - To Write Love On Her Arms

noreply@blogger.com (Qweenie) — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 22:54:00 +0000

In honor of TWLOHA Day.....

"To Write Love on Her Arms is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.

To Write Love On Her Arms Day is a day where anyone can write the words love on their arms, to support those who are fighting against depression and those who are trying to recover." ~~TWLOHA fan page

Click to learn more about TWLOHA