ways to say the "n" word

nope.
no way.
yeah, um...no.
sorry, can't do that.
i'd love to, but - no.
lemme talk to my husband about that.
uh, probably not.
i just gotta say no.
that sound great...like a terrific opportunity-ministry-fun time-great idea...i really hate to, but i just gotta say...no.
no way, hosea!
i stink at that kindof thing. you really want me to say no.
no, but you know who'd be great at that? why don't you give "so and so" a call?

i asked dean.

these are his favorite ways to say no:

i ain't gonna do it.
no.
naw.
do it yourself.
probably not.
not gonna happen.
sounds great. lemme know when you're done.

the following aren't ways to say no, but just make me laugh.

person: you busy?
dean: depends on what you're asking.

person: can i ask you to do something?
dean: do i have a choice?


how do you say no? please. give me some tips or pointers. i stink at it.

dumb bunny

How in the world do I put my friend's links on my page?

argh.....

...feelin' like a dork over here...

I've spent like 3o minutes trying to figure it out.

argh...!

I agree with Graced. This was fun!

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It's late and this is almost too silly.

Please let me introduce you to my silly son, Andrew. This was his hair-doo...hmmm..lemme think here....I reckon it was late December. His hair is cute and bushy in this picture. So, imagine 2 more months of bushiness and that was my son yesterday.

He got his haircut today.

It is short.

There will be a new pic of him soon, and possibly a story about him. Oh, and by the way - that is/was my daughter, Gracie, in the previous post screamin' her head off over *who knows what.* She's just like her momma. That's all I'm sayin.

Here's another embarrassingly easy recipe that I made Friday.

'Possum Fanny Cake

So, I'm all about buyin' a cake mix. Makin' the cake. Poking holes in the cake. Drizzling or drowning the cake with sweetened condensed milk and then putting some Cool Whip on top. It just works for me. And, the crowd loves it. Like, I'll get a white or yeller cake mix. Cook it according to what the great box tells me to do. Drizzle some o' dat sweet milk on top. Do the Cool Whip thing, and then sprinkle thawed out frozen coconut on top. The older folks LOVE this. Old people love coconut cake.

Soooo....

I did something a little different last night. Found a recipe in a cookbook that was similar but different.

I got a devil's food cake. Poked the holes when it was still hot...THEN I DRIZZLED IT WITH CARAMEL SAUCE that you'd usually put on ice cream.

I bought some Heathbars and pounded on 'em until they were crumbs. Mixed those crumbs with my Cool Whip.

And Whah Lah! I've got a yummy bummy cake for my peeps at church.

Back to the Opossum silliness.

So, animals really scare me. I don't trust 'em. I get all nervous and wigged out when any animal is near. I am fascinated by animals. I really love learning about them, but I just don't trust them. I could for real blog for hours about my issues with animals, but not tonight.

Just keep that in mind when I tell you the 'possum story, okay?