Not Me Monday

Are you guilty of closing bedroom doors when company comes to visit?  Feeling extreme waves of guilt because you burnt your supper blogging instead of cooking?  Well, don't.  McMama has come up with a solution to our guilt.  Check out this week's Not Me Monday to see what we all have NOT done and, perhaps join in yourself; it's a lot of fu-un!

It was NOT my daughter who came to me on Saturday morning thinking that the lizard, Mr. Fred was really NOT in his terrarium.  It was then NOT me who looked under his rocks, looked inside his log, shook the log, and shook the plant to try to find Mr. Fred.  Mr. Fred was really NOT FOUND! 

It was definitely NOT me who began have convulsions of grossed out prportions because that thing was allegedly walking around my house - possibly crawling on my walls or on the ceiling because, yes, he can do that!

I did not have to leave the house before said killer reptile could be located and it did NOT come up in my conversation several times that day.  My friends definitely did NOT decide that they were not coming to my house EVER until this reptilian friend had been located - dead or alive.

This is not my lizard finding gear; I am not more terrified of a 4 inch lizard than I ever was to fight a 6'6" biker; my husband does not get that.  No, he really is baffled by the whole thing.  (And yes, I did take on a 6'6" biker.  He got in my way. Ok, ok!  I ran into him and it was totally not his fault.  Poor guy never saw it coming.) Just look at those crazy eyes; I was totally prepared to use that weapon too! {Grin}

We did NOT come home to find Mr. Fred right where he belongs - he's a great hider!

It snowed here this weekend.  A LOT!  Twice the amount it has snowed here all winter.  I did NOT get stuck.  My husband did NOT get stuck.  Half our chuch congregation did NOT get stuck.

I did NOT go out in public looking like this.

And I most certainly did NOT go get a few groceries (so we could entertain guests later that night) looking like this.

Now, it is your turn.  What are you not willing to take credit for?

Happy Not Meing and Happy Monday!

Not Me Monday

Here's a bit of "therapy" - a fun little blog carnival started by Mckmama of all the things we did not do. Check out some of the other ladies by following this link, here.

As previously mentioned on my blog, we did not start last week off by having some kids with nothing better to do, smash our back window out of our car using a ceramic tile. You can not see the picture of our lovely, crumbling window here.

I did not get stopped by the police that same day because of the window; they did not thnk it was me who had broken and thus stole my crumbling car. When asked who I thought may have done this to our car, I did not respond "Probably the same bored kids who threw the brick at my car door last week."

I have not been driving around with plastic duct taped to my car in lieu of a back window for the past week. I have not been thankful EVERY day that we wake up to well above typical January temps for our northern Canadian location.

We do not have an appointment tomorrow to get the window replaced and my husband is not, right now, going to a salvage yard to purchase our "new to us" back window.

I am not feeling like a work widow this month. My husband has not been gone all last week and won't be gone all this coming week and the week to follow. We do not hang around my laptop waiting to see Daddy on-line so we can talk to him via skype every night he is gone.

I did not have a lot of fun last night taking pictures some of our friends playing a game of hockey. It is never any fun being in the rink, hearing the sound of the puck echo as it ricochets off the boards, or hearing the friendly banter between the players...




You would not believe that this young man is a former gang member whose life has been and is being transformed at Canadian Revival Centre (my home church).

Not Me Monday

Ok, so here's a different twist to Not Me Monday than I have ever seen but I just HAD to...

As I was picking Jellybean up from school today one of her friends ran up behind her and threw her hands over Jellybean's eyes.  Jellybean instantly said, "Hi, Nina.  I know it's you."

To which her friend replied, "Nope, it's not me."

For more, wild, wacky, and hilarious Not Me's check out MckMama's blog here.

Hooray for my first Not Me Monday on this blog!