This is not reality

I'm ashamed to say the Comcast.net homepage had something that caught my eye.  "Brad, Angelina Relocate to Riviera."  Now I am not a "Brangelina" fan.  AT ALL.  I had a few extra minutes while waiting on DD#2 to be ready for school, so I clicked my mouse.

What really caught my eye is the entourage these people travel with.

They have 4 kids.  Big deal.  I do, too.  But they travel with TWO, count 'em, TWO nannies.  What, pray tell, do Brad and Angelina do?  They've got two people to take care of their children.  Three security guards.  OK, there are people who are obsessed with stars, so I'll give them their guards.  They're staying at someone else's home.  (Too cheap to pay for a hotel? LOL)  They have a staff of 12 "to get them anything they need."

Again, what do Brad and Angelina do?  TWELVE people to take care of this family of 6??

Funny.  My family of 6 is pretty self-sufficient.  We all have responsibilities that work together to make things happen.  It's 7:55am and my second load of laundry is almost finished.  I did them both by myself.  Later I will plan dinner.  There is no staff of 12.  Now THAT is reality.

 

Brad, Angelina Relocate to Riviera

Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt

Ken Baker, eonline
23 hours ago

The Brangelina brood has hit France, scouting locations for its next big project: Baby-delivering.

Angelina Jolie, Brad Pitt and all four kids are holed up in Microsoft cofounder Paul Allen's Villa Maryland in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat on the French Riviera.

The family arrived early Monday night via private jet at Nice airport with two nannies and three security guards says an onlooker.

As E! News first reported last month, Angelina is due this summer and plans on having her baby in France.

"It's a breathtaking villa with views out over the Mediterranean [Sea] and they have roughly 12 staff on hand at all times to get them anything they need," says a source.

"They've stayed there before and love the house, it's very private and no one can see in.

The insider says that Jolie, who has two films opening at next month's Cannes film fest, will kick back while Pitt goes house-hunting.

"They love France and will now be here until after the babies are born and Angie is looking at Marseille hospitals as a potential place to give birth."

They also stayed at Paul Allen's villa for a week during Angelina's pregnancy with Shiloh in the early summer of 2006.

Jolie met Allen, who helped bankroll DreamWorks, when she was filming Shark Tale in 2004.

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PSA

Wow - "Secretary's Week" ala 2008 almost doesn't fit on the sign.  Give me a break.  Really, what was wrong with just being a plain ol' secretary?

 

And today I decided I don't like bell peppers and I will not eat another bell pepper.  (Theoretically, if it was the only food left in the world and would mean the difference between life and death, I WOULD eat it.)

As a kid, I never liked bell peppers.  I knew my mom was trying to poison us by sneaking them in the meatloaf (another poison). As a young wife, I began to eat them, mostly because I thought I was supposed to do.  I'd buy them because they're so beautiful.  Then they'd sit in the produce drawer until they became mushy, fuzzy and unrecognizable inside the produce bag.  Long past the compost bin stage.

So today, in an effort to feed starving children in another country, I shall never buy another bell pepper because it will only go to waste.  Farewell, capsicum.  Anyone want the green one still in the fridge?  I don't think it's fuzzy ... yet.  :o)

 

Blessings,

Cheryl

Time for beauty

I think it's time for some new pictures. My beautiful rose bush has been prolific this spring and it seems that every 2-3 days I am 'burdened' with the need to go cut a half dozen or so blooms. What a wonderful reminder from God that spring is full of more than just allergies. :o)

Blessings,

Cheryl

9:50pm

9:50pm phone calls are rarely good.  They are even worse when the first sentence is, "Your daughter has flipped her car."  Friday night was the worst night I've had since becoming a parent.  It was the night we got that phone call.  60 seconds after the phone call was over, hubby was in the car and headed for the accident scene while I stayed with DD#3 & DD#4, waiting for DD#3 to get home.  Caller ID allowed me to call back the person who called and talk to DD#1.  The sound of her voice was all I needed to hear.  "I'm OK, I'm OK, Mommy.  I promise.  I'm sorry."  It's unclear on if the car rolled (as DD#1 believes), or just spun and flipped at the end, but what IS clear is that our God had His loving, protective arms around our precious daughter every second.  Every responder told her that she was lucky to have walked away.  Very lucky.  We know better than "luck," and we give praise to God for His protection.  6 hours in the Emergency Room proved good news - a sprained ankle, a contusion, and a few bumps and scrapes.  'Lucky,' indeed.  Three days, she is doing much better and is constantly reminded that God has a huge purpose for her life.

 

It is no coincidence that Sunday's sermon was from Romans 8:28, "And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose."  He will use this to work together for good.

Drive safely.  Please.

Blessings,

Cheryl

$$$$ and 32 months later...

Picking DD#2 up from school to go to ortho appointment [approximately] #32.  She'd choke me if she knew I posted this.

I subjected said DD#2 to a "Before" picture.  We had to compromise when she wouldn't smile unless I was in the picture, too. 

"After" the braces came off.  (Hard to believe with this, but she's actually a great photographer when she can see through the lens!)

 

Oh how my girl loves her pretty new teeth!