What's your blog worth?

So today I went to do some "catch up" reading...and was visiting the RPH Mommy and she had this button thing (below)...Anyway you type in your blog URL and it tells you how much your blog is worth...what ever that means. But it is kind of fun, and I thought I would share it with you all, so try it out...and tell me what kind of dough you should be rolling around in... This says that my blog is worth a whopping $3,951.78...don't be jealous!

My blog is worth $3,951.78.
How much is your blog worth?

Oh and just so you know...I did The Pioneer Women and it said she was worth:
$2,660,677.02

Gone till Monday...

Ant's family reunion is tomorrow, so I will be gone until Sunday night. Hope you all have a wonderful weekend...I can't wait to get back and read up on everything I missed!!!

Until then...XOXO

Opposites Attract...

If God had two people in mind, extracting them each from their own worlds, beliefs, traditions and family; to stick them together, for that fabulous cliché...it was Ant and I.

He hails from a very pro government, ultra republican...good boy family. He and his siblings had freedoms, I dreamt of owning. They were free to roam and make mistakes and learn from them. As I was raised by over protective, damn the man, peace activist...rally throwing, bring our troops home; hippies. Tightly containing their children, behind barriers shielding us from monsters, social upbringing and reality.

Ant and I have many subjects that we just cannot talk about. Politics and religion are just to name a few of many. As where I try to find middle ground, Ant is firm in his beliefs, not to be bothered by any facts or deep seeded beliefs I may have. Sometimes, I actually feel like he is ripping out my soul and stomping on it (when we disagree), for the mere fact that he cannot fathom for a second taking steps in my direction. Not to stay mind you, but to take a quick stroll down my path and listen for a while...NEVER!

Sometimes, every once in a while, I have to stop myself and ask: "What the heck are we doing together". Handfuls of the time, I feel unanswered...left to wonder how it is all going to work out in the end. Then he does it, in a roll over and bare your belly type of way *All joking aside he loves to "mess" with me* allowing me to peer in and see him for who he is. All his gentleness, sorrow, happiness and love. How deep it is, how wonderful it is...how protected he keeps it.

Ant has a type of man standard thing...what he perceives a man to be, and abides by it accordingly. I love being married to a manly man, I never feel unprotected. But those glimpses into his soul...through his laughter, the look in his eyes when playing or being with our children...when he burst out into song, undisturbed by his pitch or delivery, just caught up in the moment and full with passion. It's in those moments when time stands still, allowing me to poke around and enjoy it from every vantage point, I know we are one in the same. And I am left feeling full and in complete knowledge to the answers of all the whys that may be encircled around us.

Those moments that keep you going for days on end, wrapped up in a dreamy haze. The world suddenly perfect...

Then he rolls over in bed and toots in my direction, shaves in the morning leaving hair all over the sink, leaves lights on, ask what's for dinner? when is it gonna be ready? Slowly and surely picking at those question marks that float about us, and then throwing them on the table for all to see...

Reasons why I still love cartoons....

1. They never die

2. Their food sounds delicious when they eat it

3. When they lick their lips (for food on their faces) it just takes one swipe and it's gone

4. Bright and lively colors

5. Breaking out into song doesn't seem so cheesy

6. Animals can talk

7. When you fall, from high places, you can use an umbrella...or two feathers you convienantly have in your pocket to float down.

8. Pockets are bottomless..

9. You almost never have to use the restroom.

10. Playing dirty tricks on playmates, without having to fear the consequence of killing them....I would so have a hay day!

Oh and...my mom dropped acid while pregnant with me...I think that's why I like cartoons the most..and maybe also why I drool a lot...Yeah that is the reason, I am sure of it!

She said she loves me...

Have you ever experienced a perfect ending to a perfect day? When someone...maybe you, was capable of uttering with perfect and precise timing, the most effective line of the day, searing it in to memory...to have and always look back on? Recently, this happened to me....

A couple of weeks ago, Ant's Grandmother (Elsie) and I took the kids (Austin, Ryder and their cousin Karson) to the lake for a picnic. The drive was about an hour to an hour and a half through Sierra mountain range. The scenery was outrageously gorgeous, as we had left the valley filled with smog and smoke from a neighboring town fire.

Elsie, had mentioned it had been years since she had been out that way...and with each mile we went memories were evoked, and poured out of her like rays from the sun. She is a wonderful story teller, extracting memories from the depths of her mind, and telling them with such precision, it causes one to feel full with nostalgia. With every word that leaves her lips, she becomes younger...and transforms the world around you, pulling you in, to a dreamy state filled with people you have never met...but you feel so close to. It can be very dangerous to listen, and drive at the same time...your mind wants to wander off and explore the images she enchants your mind with.

On this trip, we talked of many things, one of them was her family. She said that growing up, she never once seen her parents being affectionate towards one another...and never not once did any of them utter the words "I love you" to one another. Not that they didn't love one another, mind you...they just were not as openly expressive to each other, as some of us are. She said being with Carl (her late husband) was such a shock to her reality, he and his family were the exact opposite of what she was used to. So open, so affectionate. Of course over the years, it was something she became accustomed to....but her brother and sisters still never say it to one another. She said sometimes they end a letter that say Love, and then their signed name. But they never end a phone call or utter the words "I love you" to one another....which of course they do...they are simply following the guidelines of their youth.

We ended up chatting about when her and Carl met...a personal favorite of mine. Carl often told me their love story...his eyes glowed radiant, when he talked of those days. Of all the stories he told me, no matter what, he always ended the session with the story of meeting and falling love with Elsie, and their adventures in meeting up, getting married and settling down. The best part of the story, is that both of them tell it with the same enthusiasm, the same youth...the same love. I can't help but wonder, what stories Ant has in his mind, how will he tell them...how will I, and will our words be as meaningful as theirs.

The day was spent well, the kids played, the dog swam...and Elsie spoke, as I drifted off lazily into her world. On they way home we decided to stop at a community BBQ, we ate hot dogs, watched the kids play and swim...and then wrapped things up and headed home. It was a full day, morning to night, filled with wonderful memories.

We pulled up to her house, and I instructed the kids to pull her cans up (trash day). We said our goodbyes, and gave our hugs...all ready to drive off and leave, and she said it..."I love you". It was a first between the two of us, not that I didn't already feel it...not that I didn't try to display it...just a first in spoken form. I felt choked up and calm all at once...my mouth stretched so tight with a smile, I could barely move my lips to tell her "well Elsie, I love you too".

She walked inside and shut her door, while I sat in my car and told myself "she told me that she loved me"...I grinned all the way home, and when I told my friends and family..and now as I type this. Those words even though, not needing to hear to know that you are loved, wow...they are powerful...aren't they?

Elsie, Karson, Ryder and Austin

Crazy Eights....A MEME for you, or me...or whatever

I have done this one before...so some of my answers might be ones you have seen before.....

Eight things I have a passion for:

1. My Husband

2. My Children

3. God

4. Friends and Family

5.Breathing

6. Music

7. Acting like an idiot

8. Rain

Eight things I would like to do before I die:

1. See my children grow into men and have children of their own

2. Go back to school

3. Travel the world

4. Have one moment of clarity

5. Win the lottery

6. Take vocal training classes

7. Move

8. Tell everyone exactly how I feel about them

Eight things I say a lot:

1. Sorry ~ I am a compulsive apologizer...people tend to get annoyed by it

2. Shut up ~ Either literally, or in a "tell me more" kind of way

3. For Shizzle ~ Not sure why I do this...it just happens. Mainly with my sisters and friends....and okay once to God, it was very embarassing.

4. No! ~ This is said a lot...mainly because it is ignored, and I have to keep repeating it

5. Cuss Words...Mainly F*ck ~ I have a horrible potty mouth...but I am currently working on it, although I still slip up pretty bad

6. Monkey Balls ~ Again not sure why...but I say it quite a bit

7. I love you....constantly reminding my guys that they are the loves of my life

8. I am tired ~ I say that all the freaking time....even when I am not, it's like a empty space filler. So now lately after say "I am tired" I quickly add "wait no I'm not...I'm just fat and lazy".
Eight books I have recently read:

Eight movies I have seen eight times:

Eight people I have to invite to do this:

Anyone wanting to participate is welcome to do so...just let me know, so that I can check out your answers.

Faceless Friday

Okay, okay...I know it's Saturday. But yesterday I honestly thought it was Thursday...and I have been saving this post for Friday..and well dang it, Friday just slipped right on by without me...please forgive me and my stupidity.

Now the way a Faceless Friday goes, from what I have seen, is that it's my opportunity to call out to all of you "lurkers"...it's a day of "de-lurker" you might say. I would go on and on about my site meter...and tell you how I know you are there, but you leave me no comments...and how badly that breaks my heart. But I won't get into all of that...because I know you have seen it before, and if you haven't, well...then you get the idea.

Now there are various types of way to do this, my girlfriend Audra did it recently and happened to mention, that most of her favorite blogs are ones that she found from people commenting on her page...this it true, the readers that I know I have are some of the funniest, sincere and wonderful people I have ever read about. And Claudia and Marni both did a "Faceless Friday" post asking to know 5 facts about the readers. All of whom received a very good response from both dedicated and lurking readers.

This is my first call out to the lurkers...to be honest I have no idea what to expect, but if you are out there please comment, I would love to know who you are and if you blog. So leave me 5 facts about yourself that I or others may not know about you...tell me where you are from, what your interests are, whether or not you blog...do you like your IL's? Anything...we all want to hear from you.

Here are 5 things you may not know about me:

I am fascinated with my own poop...I don't touch it , or take deep inhales of it...or anything, but when it forms a neat shape, or is shade of color that I don't remember eating...I really, really want other people to see it. I am this close *index and thumb barely apart* to start photographing it...it's a sick thing really...but the other day I made a heart...crazy huh?

I like to talk...A LOT! I talk my friends to death, my sisters to death, my husband and children to death..the window in front of my kitchen sink, the wall next to my toilet...I really like to talk. My dog, can't stand it.

My name really is Harmony...and no I cannot sing (and yes I have a sister named Melody). It's a sad, sad life when your name suggest that you are musically inclined and you cannot carry a note...However, I do sing often...and my oldest son dies of embarrassment, especially when I make up my own words to popular songs to fit my mood...he cannot stand that.

I was once addicted to Myspace. I have recovered, and been clean for months...I do log in and change my mood...and leave my sisters sweet little I love you comments..but other than that, I am good.

3 words I hate to hear at the end of the day are "What's for dinner".