Secrets

Can you keep a secret?  I can, it's one of my super powers. That and my ability to make stuff up at the drop of a hat.  My kids call it lying, but lie is such a strong word.  I prefer to say I just have a vivid imagination.  I can't help it, God made me this way.  Funny thing is, everything I blog about is true and has really happened.  Evidently I reserve my tall tales for the kids.  Just one more nail in the coffin when they drag me before the judge for the sanity hearing I'm sure.

But we were talking about secrets weren't we, not lying.   People keep secrets about all kinds of things.  Their age, weight, how far in debt they may be. I asked Ray for some suggestions of what folks keep secret and he says what happens at bachelor parties and how much money you spend on shopping trips.  Uh whatever.  The bachelor party thing?  He hasn't been to one in a coon's age so I'm guessing the statute of limitations has run out on any of those events.

Tonight, after eating at our favorite Mexican Restaurant, I went to Office Depot.  I didn't really need anything, but I have an office supply and Chapstick fetish so I decided to pop in and see what was new in the world of post-its and pens.  (I scratched my Chapstick itch earlier in the week when I picked up their newest flavor; Green Apple.  Give it a whirl, I think you'll like it.)

While perusing the clearance rack, something down on the bottom shelf caught my eye.  A product called:
My Secret Underwear Pouch.   Seriously?   Is the pouch supposed to be the secret or the underwear?    This falls under one of those "Let's have Granny for dinner" categories doesn't it!  

I of course HAD to purchase the pouch, which I might add came with no instructions, explanation nor drawers of any kind. 

This very secretive pouch is made of a very durable plastic, with lovely hot pink drawstrings (much like the ones you see on gift bags) as the security measure taken to keep your unmentionables secretive. 

According to the packaging, this product was also Fabrique' en Chine.  For us southern natives, that would be Fabricado in China, and for those of you that don't speak Spanish; Made in China.  Again with the importing of products!

Even though they were over on the bargain table, it seems I paid the full retail price of two In God We Trust American dollars for this item.  Imagine my surprise when upon opening the clear cellophane wrapper I discovered not one, but TWO pouches for my secret keeping pleasure.  Wow, what a deal.

I can't seem to bring myself to recommend this product as a stocking stuffer since I'm sure there's not very many men out there that want their honey's toting around a stash of secret drawers much like they're doing with their rat hole money.

Stocking Stuffers

The Christmas Season has finally arrived.  Well in my book it has, to the retailers it began way back in October.  October...what's up with that?  Either way, the season has arrived and I have been on the hunt for just the right things for the people in my life.  I love, love, love Christmas.

Did I mention I love Christmas?  I love scouring all over town for gifts that say; "This is from Annette, she loves you and for some freakish reason felt this little token of her affection was the best way to express it."  My family and friends have now come to realize that opening anything from me is like a trip to Vegas, you just never know what your gonna get.  I like it that way, it keeps people on their toes!

I do admit I have a hard time containing myself when I find something really good and always have a huge inner struggle with making myself wait until Christmas to give certain gifts to their recipient. Ray has gotten real good at sitting on me so to speak, and he makes sure I don't give out all the goodies before Christmas Eve actually arrives. Yes, I said Christmas Eve.  Let's just suffice it to say that's as long as I can wait.  It is what it is.

This week on my lunch break I took a trip to the Dollar Tree with a co-worker to see what kind of stocking stuffer's there were to be had.  As I perused the beauty aid isle for emery boards and nail polishes for my daughters I came across this little jewel displayed right next to the hand cream


 That's right people, you too can now purchase a Home Drug Test from the Dollar Tree, for a dollar no less.  I also noticed that if Marijuana was too big a word for some to pronounce, there was a picture of a pot leaf in the upper left hand corner to help the discerning shopper be assured of which test they were actually purchasing.  God forbid you mistake this for a pregnancy test and it come out negative and you then feel free to smoke a celebratory joint being as you aren't pregnant...or so you think.

I wonder if Dollar Tree pregnancy tests have a picture of a baby in the upper left hand corner.  Come to think of it, I didn't see any pregnancy tests there.  Wonder why that is...I'm sure demographics played a large part in their choice of inventory.

I was disappointed to see that this particular test was Made in China.  On an interesting note, this was notated in English and French on the bottom of the box.  French, really? If you're gonna go to the trouble and expense to print something up in two different languages, and the product is being sent to the US of A, and more specifically here in the south, it would stand to reason the other language printed on the box should be Spanish...just saying.

Made in China.  I imagine what with unemployment being at an all time high it would behoove us to have our own Home Drug Test Kit Plant.  Every opportunity counts, why are we purchasing this product overseas when we could be cranking them out over here? I shall send a letter to the powers that be.

So there you have it.  If you have a family member out on probation, be sure and go by the Dollar Tree and pick up a couple of these to put in their stocking and you will have done your part to help keep 'em flying below the radar.

Everyone, be safe this holiday season and I will do my best to keep you informed of any other spectacular stocking stuffer finds as I come across them  =D

Sidebar: Abby just be-bopped back here to see what I was doing, noticed my find and said; "What the heck!  A drug test?  Why would anybody take one of those?  Wouldn't you already know whether or not you'd been smoking marijuana?!!"  Out of the mouths of babes....

Copyright 2011 Annette Bagley-Martin

Wardrobe Malfunction...

Have you ever had a zipper break or a flip flop blow out on you?  The best I can remember my first experience with this sort of thing happened to me while I was on a first date with a guy who's name escapes me at the moment.  Sometime between the getting out of the car and walking to the front door of the movie theater, the zipper of my jeans busted on my fashionably tight jeans.  He could tell by the way I stopped talking in midsentence that something had happened and raised an eyebrow at me. I said; well, the zipper just blew out on my britches.

Ever the gentleman he offered to take me straight home, but I just laughed and said no worries and just untucked my shirt and we went on in and watched the movie.  Although I'm certain the movie was Best Little Whore House In Texas, starring Dolly Parton, I cannot remember the name of the young man who escorted me....stands to reason why we are not married to each other today. Either way, it turns out that the blown out zipper from that night would not be my last wardrobe malfunction.

Throughout the years I have had my fair share of busted zippers, snapping sandle straps, droopy bra straps and button poppings, but none compare to my experience the other day.

It seems lately my most challenging garment of late is the brassier.  It also turns out that as I have gotten older, one of my shoulders now seems to droop to the point that my bra strap wants to slip down on that one arm.  I seem to recall carrying a diaper bag on that shoulder for a period of time several years back, so buyer beware!  Use a backpack and ensure the future of a straight posture instead.

So, on the day of my most recent "event", I am going about my duties at the office, minding my own business, when all of a sudden as I'm bending down to pick something up from the floor my bra snaps open at the front.  Most would say; "What's the big deal?  Fasten it back."  Well, that's all well and good except my bra didn't fasten in the front!

I was wearing a racy red number that apparently was held together with a two inch long strip of satin that had somehow been straining at the seams, yeah right, Dolly P. I am not!  Either way, one side had come unsewn and pulled loose causing the whole shooting match to fly apart.

I grabbed a safety pin from a friend and headed to the bathroom.  Why do they call them safety pins?  They are not safe at all.  How many times have you ever poked yourself trying to fasten something with a safety pin?  Almost always huh!  Well, it turns out that they have a stress limit to them and will bend and become totally useless after that.

I must say that it at least held until I got back to my desk.  This seems to be the common denominator doesn't it?  My desk area.  Pretty sure my bra was fine, there was probably a ghost of some sort toying with me over at my desk.

I then grab a stapler and borrow a friends office so that I can make sure once and for all that the offending garment remains fastened.  I  did use my head and made sure to staple it with the pointy sides sticking out so as to not be scratched up.  Quite proud of myself, I button up, turn around and open the door, just in time for the other side to unravel.  I swear I heard it go POINGGGGG,  no lie.

At this point I was beginning to lose my patience and my religion.  That's when I decided it was either tie the scrap of fabric into a double knot or start hunting up a zip tie.  It was just easier to suck it up (or in, as the case may be) and tie a knot...well in theory anyway.

Have you ever tried to tie a double knot with a slippery piece of satin fabric two inches long and about a quarter of an inch wide....while looking down and holding your elbows in such a fashion as to be squeezing the two side of something, say... a bra, together?  Well, it ain't as easy as it sounds but I am here to say not impossible! 

 I have now added small zip ties to the top of the pile of crap in the bottom drawer of my desk...

Hairy Eyelids

There are two sides to everything.  Today, on the downside my youngest, Abby was home sick.  The upside?  I had an unscheduled off day!  Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but let's face it anytime you can stay home on a rainy day, not get dressed and drink a beer with your lunch can't be all bad!

I decided to make the most of my day at home by coloring my hair and bringing my unruly brows under control.  That statement will bring both pleasure and the taste of vomit to my great friend Trina Paulk.

Trina is always trying to get me to let her wax my brows whenever I'm over at her shop, which is a rarity these days.  You see the upside to full time employment is the ability to afford small luxuries such as lights and water and the occasional hair cut.   The downside is if you don't have the ability to pay your lights and water online they will be shut off because there is never time to go buy stamps.

Let's face it who wants to get up early on a Saturday to stand in a line at the post office that is moving backwards and yes I know they sell them at the grocery store but who can remember that once you've gone into shock over the fact two bags of groceries have just rang up to $50 and their ain't nothing to eat in there!

The haircut?  Well, I only get paid once a month and much like the way dirty laundry smells clean again once it sits for a long period of time in the bottom of the hamper, my hair starts to look good again right as I get the urge to make an appointment.  Well....at least it does if I look at it with my glasses off.

Either way, I find myself on this wet and mooshy day slopping around in my sweats and wrinkled T-Shirt perusing Facebook, working on an outline to a new story and watching Youtube video's of how to apply eye makeup that looks like zebra and leopard print.  Why? I don't know, somehow after listening to music videos the list migrated over to weird makeup videos.

Needless to say, one things leads to another and I pick up the magnifying mirror only to discover that no weird make up is necessary.  My brows are so bushy and my eyelids somehow have a fine covering of hair that is so light that you would miss it if you didn't hold the mirror close enough to see it.  How close is that?  Well, so close I have to wipe the fog off on my wrinkly T-shirt. 

Where did these fine blonde hairs come from?  I would call them white but let's face it, all white hairs on my head get covered in hair color and I'm pretty sure my chances of going blind are better than average if I start painting hair color on my lids.  Ok, that's gotta be the beer talking, why would I want to keep the hair on my eyelids much less color it!

So!  There I am plucking away and wondering if everyone else out there my age is experiencing this strange phenomenon of a fine dusting of blonde hair on the lids.  Either way it must go!  After a good 20 minutes, I have succeeded in ridding myself of all unwanted ahem, blonde either by plucking or dyeing and the end result is hair that is once again much too dark on the ends and well shaped eyebrows that do not match

I don't think anyone will notice one brow is slightly longer than the other because I don't plan to look at people face-on.  The upside?  I am now sporting hairless eyelids, soft as a baby's butt!  I would say they were smooth, but lets face it, I need to pull my hair back into a really tight pony tail to get that smooth non-droopy look.

Since they are now hair free I wonder if they will somehow spring back into place now that there is nothing there to weigh them down.......one can always hope!

© 2011  Annette Bagley-Martin

Midnight Sin ~ by Michael Tabman

Midnight Sin ~ by Michael Tabman


Gary Hollings, rookie cop at the Westland Park Police Department, learns early on that his biggest lessons were learned after leaving the police academy. 
Michael Tabman will keep you guessing at every turn who the bad guy could be.  What you’re not prepared to find is that there is a little bit of bad guy and hero in us all, which one do you let the world see…..which one do you let out only at night?
Midnight Sin is a  definite must read, with a tale that stays with you long after the last page is turned.

 This review provided by Annette Bagley-Martin
 Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from http://www.promotionalacarte/ as part of their Courtesy a la Carte book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Notably Newsworthy

Once again folks the news around the world is a testament to just how crazy things are getting.  You add to this the chaos that the weather is piling on and we have ourselves a situation of epic proportions.  I  do admit though that I thoroughly enjoy the craziness and would love an opportunity to work at a radio station where it is my job to to announce the most Notably Newsworthy, much like these gems:

"Scantily dressed visitors must cover up to see Rikers inmates" 
(Reported June 22, 2011 by Jonathan Allen ~ NEW YORK)

It has come to my attention that "Skimpily dressed" visitors to New York City's famous penal institute are being handed "baggy, over sized easy-to-track T-shirts in a shade of bright green".  Let this be a reminder to everyone that a last glance in the mirror is a must, don't just bolt out the door so excited to be seeing your baby daddy that you wind up wearing something so unflattering.

It turns out that Rikers wants to "maintain a family friendly environment" and they were also noted as saying "We are trying to keep this a G-rated experience."  I'm really not sure what to comment to that.  What exactly were these people prancing around in?  Some of you might even be asking; Why does it matter?

Well, it turns out that when a large number of people are cooped up for extended periods of time with few privileges they get a little testy, or as a spokeswoman for the prison stated; "If a visitor is dressed provocatively it could potentially spark a chain of events among inmates."  I have to believe that lack of self control is what landed the majority, if not all of them, in this somewhat famous institution to begin with, so a second glance in the mirror before heading out for visiting day is a must people.  They don't like it when you tease the animals at the zoo and some of the same rules apply at the prison.

Here are some of the other notable no-no's mentioned:

Wearing too many clothes: It turns out that there are some out there that might try to smuggle in illegal contraband by hiding it beneath their attire. (say it isn't so!)

Spandex leggings, Swimsuits, transparent clothing: What? Are they planning a trip to Wal Mart when they leave the prison?
 
Bottom line is this, if your mother wouldn't wear it to a PTA meeting back in 1953, don't wear it to visiting day at the prison.

What else is happening in the headlines?  How about these:

"Cows churn out human breast milk"
(Reported June 16, 2011 by Haze Fan and Maxim Duncan ~ BEIJING)
The Chinese are now playing God and have produced a herd of "modified" cows that make milk that can be substituted for human breast milk.  Exactly how have they "modified" these cows anyway?  If they have actual female breasts that's just gonna cause way more problems than it's gonna solve in my opinion.  On a brighter note, farm boys across the world will never again gripe about having to get up at 3 am to go milk the herd.

"Poop Burger: Get It While It's Hot"
(Reported June 20, 2011 in Okayama, Japan)
Now, Japan is apparently shifting their interest from technology and their scientists say they have come up with a synthetic meat derived from human excrement.  That's right folks, the "poop burger".  Turns out they believe that by "extracting the protein from raw sewage to create the meat and adding food coloring to make it appear red" they just might take a bite out of world hunger.  "Early taste tests say the meat tastes like beef."

I say, if you're gonna eat this meat you might as well go ahead and drink the water in Mexico.  The thought of eating this new fangled Japanese meat product actually takes away my appetite for anything.  Perhaps it should be offered to the "2.5 Million British Men  Too Fat To See Their Penis"!

Yes folks, new research has revealed that "one in ten British men are unable to see their penis because of their protruding bellies."  2000 of these 2.5 Million gents were studied, and the main reason why they had managed to pack on the pounds was simply from the fact that they ate too much and drank too much alcohol.  So that's what causes it! 

What were these guys willing to do so they could once again see their willy's?  Well, 34% of the men said they would resort to creative manscaping in order to make the length of their member appear larger.  19% opted to turn out the lights and 13% said they would rather use a penis pump than pump iron to lose the fat.  Now, the other 34% apparently had no thoughts as to what they would do as it wasn't mentioned.

Seriously?  I ain't gonna have nothing to do with any man who's boobs are larger than mine, it's already bad enough that I now have those Chinese cows to compete with....

© 2011  Annette Bagley-Martin

A Hunting We Will Go

Last week I was once again reminded how I am completely in denial about the whole parenting thing.  Don't get me wrong, I DO NOT treat my kids like they are my friends and pal around with them, I just seem to forget to keep track of some of the finer details pertaining to Abby of late.

Case in point; Good Friday I had the day off of work and Abby had plans to spend the night with her girlfriend out in Marietta that night and go to a couple of egg hunts with her the next day.

I decided I would check Abby out of school early so that I would get a chance to see her for a bit before she went to her friends house.  When I went into the attendance office and began to sign her out on the clipboard provided, I wanted to kick myself when I realized I had no clue who her homeroom teacher was. I was unable to complete the slot for that pertinent bit of information on the sign out sheet.  It left me wondering what other details I had let slip.  I was soon to find out.

For the last few days Jean, my friend and the mother of Abby's friend, had been posting friendly reminders on my facebook wall telling me to be sure and have Abby bring her Easter basket with her that weekend.  Now in a perfect world, or perhaps in everybody else's world but mine, would know exactly where the Easter baskets were in their house.  Well, nineteen years ago I did too, then my kids got old enough to push a chair up to the closet and drag stuff down off the top shelf.

After several years of finding cute little baskets sitting in the back yard either filled with sand from the sandbox and serving as the cat's favorite toilet, or perched up on a tree stump dripping water from the muddy slop that it was now serving as a container for, I just flat gave up. I actually have become resigned to the fact we cannot have nice things.  It's not a thought it's a proven fact around here.

So, about an hour before Abby's departure I had to kick it into high gear and scrounge something up that would serve as an egg gathering receptacle. I struck a Poo Bear pose and tapped my finger to my temple as I said think, think, think...where might I find an Easter basket?

A light bulb went off above my head (I am sure of it) and I headed straight for the toy box.  Why? Because that is where the baskets were?  Nope, that is where I had last seen the collapsible pumpkin head we used last October. (For those of you that don't know me, just let it suffice that I have never been one to stick with the normal rules of social propriety regarding well....most anything, and if you find that sacrilegious just know that I do not see any correlation between egg hunting and Jesus rising on the third day, if you do, it's all good with me I'm just not seeing it.)

So, the truth is out, I sent my child to three, count them three, egg hunts with a Halloween pumpkin head.  I want you to know I laughed on the inside the rest of the evening.  What makes it even funnier is that Abby didn't bat an eyelash and didn't even question my sanity as I handed it to her.  I imagine she is just taking notes to give to the judge at the competency hearing.....

© 2011  Annette Bagley-Martin

The Secret of Lies ~ By: Barbara Forte Abate

A novel by Barbara Forte Abate
The Secret of Lies is a powerful novel set on the Atlantic coast in 1957. Stevie Burke, a young teenage girl, is faced with the ugly truth that people are not always who they seem to be, even though you may have spent your entire life around them.

The memories of the summer of ’57, the year her life changed forever, dog Stevie’s heels like a shadow. Years later, in an attempt to outrun them, she finds herself miles from home and at a loss for words when the urge to call the very person she has run from, has her reaching for the phone.

Ash Waterman, her husband, and the one living person that loves her despite herself, has kept her anchored in reality, yet she finds herself looking for a means of escape. Will he understand her need to break free and attempt to outrun the wave of memories that threaten to crash down upon her?

Be prepared as this novel sweeps you away as strongly as the undertow at sea. You will find yourself so thoroughly engrossed in Stevie’s recollection, it will feel as if you have lived a lifetime as an invisible onlooker into her life.

The Secret of Lies is the first novel for Barbara Forte Abate, is guaranteed to please, be sure and add this novel to your list of must reads!

This review provided by Annette Bagley-Martin
Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from http://www.promotionalacarte/ as part of their Courtesy a la Carte book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Daisy Mae, M.D.

Last week while Abby was out of school for whatever reason....I've never been good with keeping up with these little breaks they keep having.  When I was in school you were out three months for the summer, one week for Spring Break, three days for Thanksgiving and two weeks at Christmas. So why she was out for a whole week for any reason other than to cause extra housework is beyond me. 

Either way, it turns out it was a good thing because somewhere, somehow, she contracted Pink Eye.  I'm pretty sure she got it when I took her to Walmart grocery shopping with me.  I rarely take her to the store with me because it's very hard to concentrate on my shopping while still trying to pretend that I'm following her dialogue on everything from who called who what at school to we should buy ice cream and the 1001 reasons why.  It's not just endless one-sided prattle either, she asks questions and expects answers and "Uh Huh" and "I don't know" will not suffice by golly!

I started my work day on Tuesday, the second day of this mystery break, with her calling me to announce she had "boogers in her eye".  I know what I suspected, but decided to knock wood, and not say the words out loud.  Who was I kidding.  I tried telling myself it was just her allergies acting up, but no, it was a bona fide case of the dreaded Pink Eye.

After all those years of letting my kids eat stuff that had fallen to the ground (5 second rule), drink out of the hose with every kid that ended up at our house to play,  go outside in cold weather with wet hair and eat ice cream sandwiches for breakfast during CRCT week, you'd think they would have somehow adapted, like the cockroach, and come out stronger and more able bodied than most.

Apparently, my unwillingness to having her jaw in my ear during my weekly trip to the grocery store had somehow shielded her from some new strain of this dreaded condition that once you contract, you may as well dress in rags and walk about ringing a bell yelling:"UNCLEAN" so that folks will know to steer clear of you.

I tried my best to nip this thing in the bud in my well known Daisy Mae style.  I went straight to the drugstore and bought the homeopathic brand of pink eye drops, the same ones I had successfully used on my own and Alex's eyes once before when we had become afflicted, but to no avail.

My mother and mother in law, who both know my tendency to Granny Clampett my children back to health, tag teamed and "suggested" I get her to the doctor.  You'd a thought I was putting moonshine by the dropper full into the kids eye and a steaming mustard plaster on her chest.  All I wanted was 24 hours to try it my way before giving in....that's not a lot to ask now is it?

Well, it is when you have this nuclear version of conjunctivitis.  It was barely 14 hours down from the time she first noticed a twitch in her eye till she looked like she'd been TKO'd and was in a fair amount of pain to boot.

So, I did the "Annette Thing" and googled to see what I could possibly be doing wrong.  It so happens I was doing everything that was recommended.  It did suggest that some folks found relief after placing tea bags on their eyes.  So we did, and as she fell off to sleep, I envisioned her waking up in the morning looking like a deranged raccoon, so I started making phone calls.

I was able to enlisted the help of family and she was able to see a "flunky", as her grandmother described him to her at the Immediate Care up in town that next day. Thankfully, we started to see improvement within two hours of the miracle drops he prescribed.

Yesterday, while winding down my day at work one of my coworkers observed what I had begun to suspect earlier in the day.  "You've got Pink Eye!!!!!

You cannot imagine what a treat it was to have to finally give in and take out the contact lens from my uncooperative eye, and then proceed to drive home...in the pouring rain...with my left eye squinted shut like Popeye in order to maneuver my way amongst the other drivers while trying to ignore the fact that a tornado siren was serenading me on my trip along the winding road.  Good times my friends, good times......

© 2011  Annette Bagley-Martin

Were You Aware....?

This past Thursday I was reading the online news and came across an article written in Atlanta proclaiming that "January is human trafficking awareness month and the U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement is asking the public to raise awareness."

Really!?!  Since when?  Well, I guess since Human Trafficking began running amok apparently.  What happened to the days of January being National Book Month?  I was not aware that additional "Awarenesses" could be added onto the calendar at any time.  This led me on a mission to find out exactly what other items of interest the 2011 calendar would bring in a quest to make us more aware in addition to the one's we are used to seeing.

Here's a list of one's that are new to me alongside of the ones I have heard of:
              
January:  Human Trafficking Awareness Month & National Book Month

February:  National Bird Feeding  Month & Black History Month

March:  National Poison Prevention Week(Third Week) & National Red Cross Month

I would like to add that March is my birth month and find that the Lord does truly have a sense of humor in that I was born and raised in a Catholic home and arrived on this earth right smack at the beginning of Lent.

People tell me all the time how creative I am.  I feel that the statement "Necessity is the mother of invention" that no truer words were ever spoken.  As a young, catholic adult trying to celebrate her birthday and at the same time appease a Catholic mom and not cause her too many nights of unrest, I became rather inventive in my "giving up for Lent" list.  OK, where were we? Oh yes:

April:  Alcohol Awareness Month & National Autism Awareness Month 

I purport that after forty days of giving up booze for Lent, (being as it is on the unofficial Top 10 list of Giverups for Lent) the nation saw a rise in alcohol consumption during the month of April to such a degree that it's now deemed Awareness worthy...just a thought.

May:  Safe Boating Month & National Stroke Awareness Month

June:  National Rose Month & Home Safety Month

July:  Blueberry Month & National Parks and Recreation Month  (Why the blueberry over other fruit?)

August:  Cataract Awareness Month & Immunization Awareness Month

Let me just say, if you are NOT aware that your child is due for immunizations, your local school system will bring it to your attention toot sweet that first week of school.  No current shot record, no school for your youngin'.  Personally I'm against immunizations, but not to the point where I would actually home school them.
I may be crazy but I haven't lost my mind.

September:  National Alcohol and Drug Addiction Recovery & Take a Loved One to the Doctor  Month

October:   National Dental Hygiene Month & National Breast Cancer Month

November:   National Healthy Skin Month & American Diabetes Month

December:   Stress Management Month & Colorectal Cancer Education and Awareness Month

You would think January would be Stress Management Month after all the bills from Christmas start rollin' in huh!


So there.  For those of you made it this far into my post, you are probably already aware of this, but if you are new to Cheese In My Hair, you should know :  I am friendly and compassionate while at the same time I am also irreverent, silly, and will point out the obvious, make fun of the ridiculous and poke fun at just about anything, even if it pokes back.

I do not recognize the term political correctness and many years ago was told just how politically incorrect I was by dressing my child as a bag lady for Halloween.  I love that we live in a nation that wants to promote a list of things that would be helpful if we were more aware their impact on our nation while at the same time I  roll my eyes at the idea of how some of the goofier ones made the list.  

What do you want to see on the calendar that we should be more aware of?  I would love to know!

Peace Out!

© 2011  Annette Bagley-Martin