Thirteen Things I Should Be Doing Right Now Other Than Blogging
1. Cleaning house. I shudder to think how many times I will have to empty the gift from above called Dyson. The dust bunnies have reproduced like, well, rabbits, while I have been trotting up and down the Interstate.
2. Grocery shopping. The kids next door came over the other day and all I had to feed them was PB & J. And I'm Southern.
3. Laundry. So that I can wear something other than pajamas at the grocery store.
4. Catching up on some sleep. The daughter decided she wanted me to sleep on her trundle last night, then decided to fall on me while I was in a deep sleep. AND SHE STAYED THERE.
Very comfortable. But whoever said Motherhood was comfortable?
5. Since #1-3 are a priority, #4 will have to wait, so I guess I should be drinking my second cup of coffee. Shout out to Linda! :>)
6. Seeking snake repellant or therapy for my husband.
We have a small lake out back and it seems it attracts snakes. Go figure. Being a southerner, I don't mind snakes as long as all the bad ones are, you know, dead. I just know when to get the hoe. I also told daughter where they like to hide and find food. We took a little snakey tour of the yard, clapping our hands and making lots of noise.
My husband isn't quite as comfortable with the subject. He isn't afraid of them. Let's just say he has brought home some print outs to identify the bad snakes and has shared that a neighbor just killed a rattler. One could say, it's on his mind.
7. Doing a puzzle as I am being paged by the offspring who falls on you in the night and still wakes up chipper.
8. Learn to be a morning person.
9. Get my third cup of coffee.
10. Give up on thirteen and just shoot for ten. I'm not a quitter...
11. Plan menu for family visiting today.
12. Start on #3
13. So I can move on to #2.
;>)
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
My new favorite blog
Have you met the Slowskys?
I found their blog while visiting my sister-in-law and brother-in-law.
Be sure to click on the link to watch their TV commercials.
Very. Clever.
And slow.
;>)
I found their blog while visiting my sister-in-law and brother-in-law.
Be sure to click on the link to watch their TV commercials.
Very. Clever.
And slow.
;>)
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Tagged for 8 Random Things
Sista Cala tagged me to share 8 random things about me. Let's see. Hmmm... what have I not revealed so far?
1. I always wanted to be a Rockette.
2. I like the smell of swimming pools and play dough, but not at the same time.
3. I have an uncanny ability to remember stuff, not important stuff, just stuff.
4. I love to fish.
5. My husband says I have a high-pitched snap. It really gets on his nerves.
6. When I am old, I want to be one of those ladies who wear a big hats in church and old pins with pearls.
7. I don't eat Miracle Whip.
8. I'm not afraid of snakes, but I don't like them.
Hey, it's biblical. That Eve!
1. I always wanted to be a Rockette.
2. I like the smell of swimming pools and play dough, but not at the same time.
3. I have an uncanny ability to remember stuff, not important stuff, just stuff.
4. I love to fish.
5. My husband says I have a high-pitched snap. It really gets on his nerves.
6. When I am old, I want to be one of those ladies who wear a big hats in church and old pins with pearls.
7. I don't eat Miracle Whip.
8. I'm not afraid of snakes, but I don't like them.
Hey, it's biblical. That Eve!
Monday, June 11, 2007
When I am weak, He is strong.
I know you've been up at night losing sleep wondering why I haven't updated in like forever, so for the one person who is biting her nails trying to figure it out, here goes.
(I love run-on sentences.)
Forgive me if my grammar is off or I seem a little loopy. I'll just confess. I am a LOT loopy.
I just returned from a visit with my mother in Georgia. She had major surgery- double knee replacement. Let me say to you now that she is the bravest person I know. I am not sure that I could have one knee replaced, much less two at once. To CHOOSE to have this procedure is, to me, a very courageous decision.
That being said, the last few days have been very taxing on all of us. My daddy, Aunt Barbara, and me. But most of all, Mama.
I've learned a lot about my mother's courage, her frustrations, her hopes, her fears, and her God.
I am so grateful that He is my God, too.
I've learned more than I ever cared to know about speaking up for the ones you love when they cannot speak for themselves, about trusting in a new doctor, a new nursing staff, a new floor, and a new hope.
I found out that I am stronger than I ever imagined, and that His Strength is made perfect in my weakness.
And when we cannot physically or emotionally take another step, He holds our hand and takes that step for us.
When you feel all alone, even with a family member at your side, He is there.
When you press the nurse's call button and no one comes to ease the pain, He comes running.
He's there when the doctor shakes his head.
He's there in the darkness.
The cold.
The pain.
The desperation.
He is there.
He will come to your bedside and take your hand. He'll hold your hand as you hold your mama's hand.
Through all the pain and exhaustion, all you have to do is whisper "Jesus" and He will come.
And when your lips don't have the strength to form the words, He will hear you call Him from your heart.
And He will come.
He is my ever present hope, my strength, my strong tower.
And I love Him with all of my heart.
(I love run-on sentences.)
Forgive me if my grammar is off or I seem a little loopy. I'll just confess. I am a LOT loopy.
I just returned from a visit with my mother in Georgia. She had major surgery- double knee replacement. Let me say to you now that she is the bravest person I know. I am not sure that I could have one knee replaced, much less two at once. To CHOOSE to have this procedure is, to me, a very courageous decision.
That being said, the last few days have been very taxing on all of us. My daddy, Aunt Barbara, and me. But most of all, Mama.
I've learned a lot about my mother's courage, her frustrations, her hopes, her fears, and her God.
I am so grateful that He is my God, too.
I've learned more than I ever cared to know about speaking up for the ones you love when they cannot speak for themselves, about trusting in a new doctor, a new nursing staff, a new floor, and a new hope.
I found out that I am stronger than I ever imagined, and that His Strength is made perfect in my weakness.
And when we cannot physically or emotionally take another step, He holds our hand and takes that step for us.
When you feel all alone, even with a family member at your side, He is there.
When you press the nurse's call button and no one comes to ease the pain, He comes running.
He's there when the doctor shakes his head.
He's there in the darkness.
The cold.
The pain.
The desperation.
He is there.
He will come to your bedside and take your hand. He'll hold your hand as you hold your mama's hand.
Through all the pain and exhaustion, all you have to do is whisper "Jesus" and He will come.
And when your lips don't have the strength to form the words, He will hear you call Him from your heart.
And He will come.
He is my ever present hope, my strength, my strong tower.
And I love Him with all of my heart.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
My cat is Cujo.
Some people have cute and cuddly kittens who mew and purr.
Some people have sweet, old cats who sleep on sun drenched sofas.
We have Maggie.
I picked her up from the kennel this afternoon and I felt a little like the parent who gets a call from school in the middle of the day. A call that goes something like this-
"M'am? This is Mrs. Peabody, the school principal. You need to come pick up Maggie right now. She has terrorized the entire school."
Maggie hates the kennel now. When she was a kitten, she loved it. The staff actually looked forward to her staying. Small children would drop by after school just to pet Maggie. Seriously, she was the belle of the ball.
Now, when we get out of the car with the carrier, the kennel staff peers out the office window and gasps in sheer terror. One time I walked in with Maggie, and I promise you, I think I saw one of them pop a nerve pill.
It was no shock to me when my husband came home the other day and said he had to get Maggie out of the carrier and put her in her cat cage. She hissed and arched her old lady back in her kitty cat protest. So I knew when I went to pick her up today that the news would not be good.
The lady at the front desk showed me Maggie's chart. These were the entries-
"Hissed."
"Not happy."
"Caution."
"VERY MAD."
"Ask owner to take her out and put her in her carrier."
Not what a mother wants to hear when she walks in the Principal's office. I apologized profusely. The sweet staff member reassured me that there were many cats just like Maggie. In fact, she owns one of them.
She said,"The last time my cat was here, the last entry in her record was 'Spawn of Satan."
This is supposed to make me feel better?
I went back and got Maggie out of her cage. As soon as she heard my voice, she meowed her pitiful "meow" and climbed right into her own little carrier. The kennel technician was in awe.
Some people are frightened by the sight of a white doctor's coat or a nurse's uniform. My cat is terrified of colorful scrub tops decorated with happy kittens and puppies.
Sweet. Mercy.
Some people have sweet, old cats who sleep on sun drenched sofas.
We have Maggie.
I picked her up from the kennel this afternoon and I felt a little like the parent who gets a call from school in the middle of the day. A call that goes something like this-
"M'am? This is Mrs. Peabody, the school principal. You need to come pick up Maggie right now. She has terrorized the entire school."
Maggie hates the kennel now. When she was a kitten, she loved it. The staff actually looked forward to her staying. Small children would drop by after school just to pet Maggie. Seriously, she was the belle of the ball.
Now, when we get out of the car with the carrier, the kennel staff peers out the office window and gasps in sheer terror. One time I walked in with Maggie, and I promise you, I think I saw one of them pop a nerve pill.
It was no shock to me when my husband came home the other day and said he had to get Maggie out of the carrier and put her in her cat cage. She hissed and arched her old lady back in her kitty cat protest. So I knew when I went to pick her up today that the news would not be good.
The lady at the front desk showed me Maggie's chart. These were the entries-
"Hissed."
"Not happy."
"Caution."
"VERY MAD."
"Ask owner to take her out and put her in her carrier."
Not what a mother wants to hear when she walks in the Principal's office. I apologized profusely. The sweet staff member reassured me that there were many cats just like Maggie. In fact, she owns one of them.
She said,"The last time my cat was here, the last entry in her record was 'Spawn of Satan."
This is supposed to make me feel better?
I went back and got Maggie out of her cage. As soon as she heard my voice, she meowed her pitiful "meow" and climbed right into her own little carrier. The kennel technician was in awe.
Some people are frightened by the sight of a white doctor's coat or a nurse's uniform. My cat is terrified of colorful scrub tops decorated with happy kittens and puppies.
Sweet. Mercy.
Sweetness in a onesie. That about sums it up.
If she were a cute pair of shoes, I'd ask the clerk to wrap them up so I could take them home with me.
We just returned from our first visit with our niece. She is a sweetheart. I could sit and hold her for hours as long as someone could bring me a Diet Coke now and then and hand me the remote so we could watch HGTV together.
"Look, Molly, at what you can do to a room with only one day and $500!"
Well, maybe when she gets a little older and can, you know, hold her head up.
Seriously, it was a wonderful visit. My daughter met her cousin for the very first time. She had been anxiously awaiting the day she could see and hold her. Watching my little girl hold her tiny cousin and gently rub her sweet, baby head was just precious.
Just. Precious.
We just returned from our first visit with our niece. She is a sweetheart. I could sit and hold her for hours as long as someone could bring me a Diet Coke now and then and hand me the remote so we could watch HGTV together.
"Look, Molly, at what you can do to a room with only one day and $500!"
Well, maybe when she gets a little older and can, you know, hold her head up.
Seriously, it was a wonderful visit. My daughter met her cousin for the very first time. She had been anxiously awaiting the day she could see and hold her. Watching my little girl hold her tiny cousin and gently rub her sweet, baby head was just precious.
Just. Precious.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
"World's Best Aunt"
Go ahead and make me a t-shirt, Brenda.
I'm just sayin.' LOL
I'll be gone for a few days, internets, because I am going to see my sweet niece, Molly before she grows up and goes off to college.
There's going to be a lot of "Ain't she precious?" and "Gimme sugar."
That child just has no idea.
One day, years from now, she'll be tugging her mama's skirt saying,"Mommy, is that the crazy aunt who drools all over me and pinches my cheeks?"
"Yep. She's the one."
;>)
I'm just sayin.' LOL
I'll be gone for a few days, internets, because I am going to see my sweet niece, Molly before she grows up and goes off to college.
There's going to be a lot of "Ain't she precious?" and "Gimme sugar."
That child just has no idea.
One day, years from now, she'll be tugging her mama's skirt saying,"Mommy, is that the crazy aunt who drools all over me and pinches my cheeks?"
"Yep. She's the one."
;>)
Friday, June 01, 2007
In America
I was in the home improvement store today picking up the usual "just moved in" stuff like duct tape, and I saw The Spool.
Remember The Spool?
When we were in college, we would have died to have The Spool in our apartment. It's a coffee table. It's a kitchen table. It's a foot stool.
It's trash.
But we didn't care. It was cool and it was free.
When I saw The Spool, I thought about college and how Mama and I shopped Dollar General for inexpensive kitchen items, discounted towels and sheets, and blue and mauve home accents. Hey, it was the end of the 80's. I took what I could get.
I remember graduating from college and making more than minimum wage. I thought I was rich! I could even purchase furniture on credit and make monthly payments "same as cash." I bought Lean Cuisines instead of the 99 cents entrees and, get this- I actually drank real Diet Coke, instead of the off brand stuff!
I KNOW! I was a regular Krystle Carrington.
So I was thinking today about how a person in this great country of mine can really dream anything, do anything, be anything. It's in America that a person can start out with The Spool and end up in a home improvement store looking for duct tape to hook up his dryer vent.
It's in America that a person can own a piece of land, cultivate its rich soil, and sow corn, or oranges, or Christmas trees, and reap the benefits of the long, hot days in the field.
In America, you can come from a family who can't even read and end up teaching literature at a university.
It's in America, that a woman can be Speaker of the House, Secretary of State, The President, or a Stay At Home Mom if she just puts her mind to it.
In America, a person can work hard all of his life, lose everything he owns to a storm or a fire, and still have help from his neighbors, his friends, his church, and sometimes, his government.
Then start all over again.
And still succeed.
In America.
All you have to do is dream.
*I'm going for nostalgia mixed with a little patriotism. Democracy breeds dreams no matter where you live. ;>)
Remember The Spool?
When we were in college, we would have died to have The Spool in our apartment. It's a coffee table. It's a kitchen table. It's a foot stool.
It's trash.
But we didn't care. It was cool and it was free.
When I saw The Spool, I thought about college and how Mama and I shopped Dollar General for inexpensive kitchen items, discounted towels and sheets, and blue and mauve home accents. Hey, it was the end of the 80's. I took what I could get.
I remember graduating from college and making more than minimum wage. I thought I was rich! I could even purchase furniture on credit and make monthly payments "same as cash." I bought Lean Cuisines instead of the 99 cents entrees and, get this- I actually drank real Diet Coke, instead of the off brand stuff!
I KNOW! I was a regular Krystle Carrington.
So I was thinking today about how a person in this great country of mine can really dream anything, do anything, be anything. It's in America that a person can start out with The Spool and end up in a home improvement store looking for duct tape to hook up his dryer vent.
It's in America that a person can own a piece of land, cultivate its rich soil, and sow corn, or oranges, or Christmas trees, and reap the benefits of the long, hot days in the field.
In America, you can come from a family who can't even read and end up teaching literature at a university.
It's in America, that a woman can be Speaker of the House, Secretary of State, The President, or a Stay At Home Mom if she just puts her mind to it.
In America, a person can work hard all of his life, lose everything he owns to a storm or a fire, and still have help from his neighbors, his friends, his church, and sometimes, his government.
Then start all over again.
And still succeed.
In America.
All you have to do is dream.
*I'm going for nostalgia mixed with a little patriotism. Democracy breeds dreams no matter where you live. ;>)
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
What's in your car?
It's like that credit card commercial, only it's a meme I'm making up and it doesn't involve medieval torture.
Or maybe it does.
I was thinking today that I should post what's in my car. We've done "What's in my purse?," but let's face it, ladies. Posting the contents of your car is far more entertaining and quite frightening. Right now, I could pass for Granny Clampett with all the oddities in my car.
If you decide to join in, leave a comment. Remember to include what's in the trunk or the back of your van.
I'll go first.
Ahem.
-Empty Diet Coke bottles that make my husband nuts.
-chewed gum by a little girl, wrapped carefully in some sort of paper so as to prevent the dreaded sticking to the seat syndrome
-Sonic refuse
-melted crayon
-cleaning supplies
-box
-CD's (BORING!)
-bills
-suitcase
-umbrella
-maps
-old glasses in case I break the ones I'm wearing and still need to drive
-flip flops
-one sock
I dare think what else would fit in there. :-)
Or maybe it does.
I was thinking today that I should post what's in my car. We've done "What's in my purse?," but let's face it, ladies. Posting the contents of your car is far more entertaining and quite frightening. Right now, I could pass for Granny Clampett with all the oddities in my car.
If you decide to join in, leave a comment. Remember to include what's in the trunk or the back of your van.
I'll go first.
Ahem.
-Empty Diet Coke bottles that make my husband nuts.
-chewed gum by a little girl, wrapped carefully in some sort of paper so as to prevent the dreaded sticking to the seat syndrome
-Sonic refuse
-melted crayon
-cleaning supplies
-box
-CD's (BORING!)
-bills
-suitcase
-umbrella
-maps
-old glasses in case I break the ones I'm wearing and still need to drive
-flip flops
-one sock
I dare think what else would fit in there. :-)
Silliness Abounds
'kay, this post was a spoof. Just my take on all the mortgage rate hype.
This post? Um. I totally picked the round M&M on purpose. They didn't have a thin, model-type option. Tee hee.
I promise to write something that doesn't concern cardboard or heavy lifting very soon.
;>)
This post? Um. I totally picked the round M&M on purpose. They didn't have a thin, model-type option. Tee hee.
I promise to write something that doesn't concern cardboard or heavy lifting very soon.
;>)
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Become an M & M
I saw this over at Linda's and it looked like fun. Visit www.becomeanmm.com and try it out.
Here is what I would look like if I were chocolaty and cute.
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Monday, May 28, 2007
Coming up for air.
So, does anybody need any boxes?
We are in our new house. My feet hurt. I'm tired of tape. And cardboard. But, I am so thankful and happy that we are finally moved in! There are a few things left back at the other house, but for the most part, we are settling in nicely.
And I do not wish to do this again any time soon.
Ahem.
I did have to post a quick note to let y'all know that I am indeed ALIVE while not kickin'.
Here are a few things that could be overheard at our house over the last few days-
"Mommy, where's Fluffy?"
"Who's Fluffy?"
"Are you sure you want to keep this?"
"Mommy, can I help?"
"Mommy, I'm bored."
"Mommy."
"Hey, Mommy."
"Daddy, can I help?
"Daddy, I'm bored."
"Daddy."
"Hey, Daddy."
"Maggie, I'm bored..."
While on the phone with Memama...
"I haven't had lunch. I had breakfast... chips. Uh-huh. She got me a hot dog and it was the worst hot dog I have ever had in MY LIFE!"
;>)
We are in our new house. My feet hurt. I'm tired of tape. And cardboard. But, I am so thankful and happy that we are finally moved in! There are a few things left back at the other house, but for the most part, we are settling in nicely.
And I do not wish to do this again any time soon.
Ahem.
I did have to post a quick note to let y'all know that I am indeed ALIVE while not kickin'.
Here are a few things that could be overheard at our house over the last few days-
"Mommy, where's Fluffy?"
"Who's Fluffy?"
"Are you sure you want to keep this?"
"Mommy, can I help?"
"Mommy, I'm bored."
"Mommy."
"Hey, Mommy."
"Daddy, can I help?
"Daddy, I'm bored."
"Daddy."
"Hey, Daddy."
"Maggie, I'm bored..."
While on the phone with Memama...
"I haven't had lunch. I had breakfast... chips. Uh-huh. She got me a hot dog and it was the worst hot dog I have ever had in MY LIFE!"
;>)
Friday, May 25, 2007
Remembering Our Fallen Heroes
These are the times that try men's souls.
The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will,
in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country;
but he that stands by it now, deserves the love
and thanks of man and woman.
Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered;
yet we have this consolation with us,
that the harder the conflict,
the more glorious the triumph.
What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly:
it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.
Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods;
and it would be strange indeed
if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated.
-Thomas Paine
At Memorial Day and always, I am thankful for those who gave their lives so that I could could live in this great country called America. Thank you to the soldiers who continue to fight and stand ready to protect my freedom. It is because of them that my child can sleep peacefully tonight.
God Bless you all.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Dude, where's my paint swatch?
When you're a kid, part of the excitement of moving to a new place is picking out your new room. My daughter knew immediately which one of the extra bedrooms she wanted to be hers as soon as we walked in the house. Granted, we had not even decided to buy the house yet, but she was bound and determined that she had found her new room. I can't blame her, the windows from that room open up to a wonderful view.
As it turns out, we did settle on that house and so when we went back the other day for the final walk through, she turned to me and said,"Come on, Mommy! Let's go see my new room!"
I have always loved moving into an empty house. It's like a blank canvas ready for us to add our family's personal touches. Whether you love contemporary, country what-nots, or something somewhere in between, personal style adds so much charm and warmth to a home.
Not to mention paint choices.
Long before we even looked at this house, my daughter had selected the new color for her bedrooms walls. Her bedding has a Hawaiian print and the color choices for wall paint are abundant. I told her that she could pick the color of her room this time and she was so excited.
Being the Mom, I was thinking a girly pink or a cool blue. I should have known that a daughter of mine would know, without a doubt, exactly what color she would want. Right down to the hue or shade or whatever Nancy would tell me was the proper term.
We often drive across a bridge where the water underneath is many shades of blues and greens. As we drove across the bridge every morning to school and every afternoon after school, my daughter would point and say, "There it is, Mommy! THAT COLOR! I WANT THAT COLOR!"
Clearly, I should KNOW what color she was pointing to while I am driving and trying to look through those little rungs of concrete on the side rail. I mean, it wasn't like there were, oh about 50 shades of blue, green, blue-green, green-blue, greenish- bluish, bluish- greenish, and even a touch of grey in that vast mass of water.
I mean, it was SO OBVIOUS!
I decided that I would come clean and admit that I had absolutely no idea what color she was talking about. We went to Lowe's to look at paint choices and we took her pillow sham with us. We were standing there in front of The Wall of paint cards made of colorful squares that never, ever look like the same color when you get them home. I think paint stores must have trick lighting so that you will confidently buy an entire gallon of paint that is the perfect color, only to go home, paint it on the wall, and absolutely hate it.
And return to Lowe's to buy another gallon of paint of an entirely different color.
It's a conspiracy, really.
So we were there at The Wall and I asked her which color was the color she wanted.
"It isn't here, Mommy. They don't have it."
"You mean that out of ALL these color choices of ALL these paint brands none of these colors are the color you want for your room?"
"No."
In a pitiful attempt to find SOMETHING, I began to randomly pull color cards from The Wall.
"How about this color?"
"No. That's not it."
"Well, how about this one?"
"No. They don't have it."
She had just about given up. Then she pulled a little pamphlet from the display.
She opened it up, then with wide eyes, she pointed to a teeny, tiny square of a lovely, light green and said,"THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE COLOR!"
I was so glad I took her with me to choose the color. Otherwise, we would be right back at Lowe's buying a second gallon of paint.
Some may say she was being a little too picky, but I love a girl who knows what she wants.
:>)
As it turns out, we did settle on that house and so when we went back the other day for the final walk through, she turned to me and said,"Come on, Mommy! Let's go see my new room!"
I have always loved moving into an empty house. It's like a blank canvas ready for us to add our family's personal touches. Whether you love contemporary, country what-nots, or something somewhere in between, personal style adds so much charm and warmth to a home.
Not to mention paint choices.
Long before we even looked at this house, my daughter had selected the new color for her bedrooms walls. Her bedding has a Hawaiian print and the color choices for wall paint are abundant. I told her that she could pick the color of her room this time and she was so excited.
Being the Mom, I was thinking a girly pink or a cool blue. I should have known that a daughter of mine would know, without a doubt, exactly what color she would want. Right down to the hue or shade or whatever Nancy would tell me was the proper term.
We often drive across a bridge where the water underneath is many shades of blues and greens. As we drove across the bridge every morning to school and every afternoon after school, my daughter would point and say, "There it is, Mommy! THAT COLOR! I WANT THAT COLOR!"
Clearly, I should KNOW what color she was pointing to while I am driving and trying to look through those little rungs of concrete on the side rail. I mean, it wasn't like there were, oh about 50 shades of blue, green, blue-green, green-blue, greenish- bluish, bluish- greenish, and even a touch of grey in that vast mass of water.
I mean, it was SO OBVIOUS!
I decided that I would come clean and admit that I had absolutely no idea what color she was talking about. We went to Lowe's to look at paint choices and we took her pillow sham with us. We were standing there in front of The Wall of paint cards made of colorful squares that never, ever look like the same color when you get them home. I think paint stores must have trick lighting so that you will confidently buy an entire gallon of paint that is the perfect color, only to go home, paint it on the wall, and absolutely hate it.
And return to Lowe's to buy another gallon of paint of an entirely different color.
It's a conspiracy, really.
So we were there at The Wall and I asked her which color was the color she wanted.
"It isn't here, Mommy. They don't have it."
"You mean that out of ALL these color choices of ALL these paint brands none of these colors are the color you want for your room?"
"No."
In a pitiful attempt to find SOMETHING, I began to randomly pull color cards from The Wall.
"How about this color?"
"No. That's not it."
"Well, how about this one?"
"No. They don't have it."
She had just about given up. Then she pulled a little pamphlet from the display.
She opened it up, then with wide eyes, she pointed to a teeny, tiny square of a lovely, light green and said,"THAT'S IT! THAT'S THE COLOR!"
I was so glad I took her with me to choose the color. Otherwise, we would be right back at Lowe's buying a second gallon of paint.
Some may say she was being a little too picky, but I love a girl who knows what she wants.
:>)
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I'll take that midnight train, please.
What do Jerry Springer and Bette Midler have in common?
They were both on American Idol tonight.
What a night. Talk about diversity of musical genre.
Congratulations, Jordin! I hope you make your mama proud. May you set a new standard and example for the young, female musical artists. You have the chance to make a difference for young girls across the US by setting a good example of modesty and integrity.
They were both on American Idol tonight.
What a night. Talk about diversity of musical genre.
Congratulations, Jordin! I hope you make your mama proud. May you set a new standard and example for the young, female musical artists. You have the chance to make a difference for young girls across the US by setting a good example of modesty and integrity.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Random Epiphanies
1. I was giddy, just giddy as a school girl when my husband walked in the door this evening with loads and loads of good, clean, stain-free boxes from the grocery store. I realized that when you get more excited about the boxes than your hubs, you've been married a loooonnngg time.
2. I felt sorry for Blake on AI tonight. The new song just didn't fit his voice. Jordin is going to win. I still miss Melinda.
I'm feeling real emotion for complete strangers! This is too much. Can you say "AI Addict?"
3. I was packing my daughter's stuffed animals and I am fairly certain they have been breeding in her room.
4. I'm actually looking forward to cleaning my new house. I think I've inhaled too much cardboard dust.
5. I don't understand how a show about people getting tattoos made it on the air. Can you imagine the pitch, "We want to show people paying other people to be tortured. When it's all over, they will leave in tears and have a deeper understanding of life and a very sore arm."
6. Having to look for boxes and busily packing is a wonderful blessing. There are many people tonight who have nowhere to lay their head. I certainly do not deserve it, but I am very thankful to be moving into a home we can call our own. I pray that I never take any gift He has given for granted and that I will always share what He has given with others.
Have a good evening!
2. I felt sorry for Blake on AI tonight. The new song just didn't fit his voice. Jordin is going to win. I still miss Melinda.
I'm feeling real emotion for complete strangers! This is too much. Can you say "AI Addict?"
3. I was packing my daughter's stuffed animals and I am fairly certain they have been breeding in her room.
4. I'm actually looking forward to cleaning my new house. I think I've inhaled too much cardboard dust.
5. I don't understand how a show about people getting tattoos made it on the air. Can you imagine the pitch, "We want to show people paying other people to be tortured. When it's all over, they will leave in tears and have a deeper understanding of life and a very sore arm."
6. Having to look for boxes and busily packing is a wonderful blessing. There are many people tonight who have nowhere to lay their head. I certainly do not deserve it, but I am very thankful to be moving into a home we can call our own. I pray that I never take any gift He has given for granted and that I will always share what He has given with others.
Have a good evening!
It's only garbage if you aren't moving.
I'm seriously considering changing my blog to "I Lost My Coffee" or "I really should be packing."
We are starting our move in a few days and a moment in the blogosphere is like a day at the spa for me. So, thanks to all of you in my blogroll you have updated your posts.
I don't mind packing. Really. I just don't care for begging for boxes. OK. I hate it. If I could go to just one place and get all the cardboard refuse I need, then it would be fine. But, dumspter diving is not a skill to which I aspire.
Thanks to all of the treehuggers, now you can be selective about your dumpster diving. It's about options, people. There are "cardboard only," "Keep doors closed," and my personal favorite, "This stinks to high heaven. How desperate are you?" (I made that one up.)
Lucky for me, the kind folks at Dollar General offered some of their boxes right off the sales floor. Bless their hearts.
I went back to DG for a few more boxes yesterday and the boxes had already been thrown away in the clean and neat "cardboard only" dumpster. The sweet young clerk generously offered me an invitation to dig through the dumpster and then gave me some very important advice, "Just don't go back there after dark."
Thanks for the tip.
;>)
We are starting our move in a few days and a moment in the blogosphere is like a day at the spa for me. So, thanks to all of you in my blogroll you have updated your posts.
I don't mind packing. Really. I just don't care for begging for boxes. OK. I hate it. If I could go to just one place and get all the cardboard refuse I need, then it would be fine. But, dumspter diving is not a skill to which I aspire.
Thanks to all of the treehuggers, now you can be selective about your dumpster diving. It's about options, people. There are "cardboard only," "Keep doors closed," and my personal favorite, "This stinks to high heaven. How desperate are you?" (I made that one up.)
Lucky for me, the kind folks at Dollar General offered some of their boxes right off the sales floor. Bless their hearts.
I went back to DG for a few more boxes yesterday and the boxes had already been thrown away in the clean and neat "cardboard only" dumpster. The sweet young clerk generously offered me an invitation to dig through the dumpster and then gave me some very important advice, "Just don't go back there after dark."
Thanks for the tip.
;>)
Monday, May 21, 2007
A Mall Meme
I saw this meme over at Clemntine's place and since I am brain dead from inhaling all of the cardboard dust from this little thing we call "moving and makin' mama crazy" I am thankful for a meme.
I'm just sayin.'
Here are the rules-
You get to create your own Mall. Choose 6 stores that would definitely be included in your ideal one stop mall. Then as a bonus you can pick your favorite restaurant and fast food eatery to be located there, too. After you’ve created it, post it and tag some bloggers to join in the fun.
Melanie's Malleria
1. Target- Target in a mall? Yes! Discover the glory of it all.
2. Dollar Tree- A really good one. Not a lame one. The place has to be full to the ceiling with cheaply made goods that I must have for only one buck.
3. Macy's- Hey, I'm cheap, but I still have taste. I like their home furnishings department.
4. A cute little gift shop that has everything for every birthday gift, baby gift, and just plain I gotta have it item. Includes a sweet Southern lady who calls me darlin' and offers to wrap nearly everything I purchase for free. She has a dog in the back that stays there with her all day to keep her comp'ny.
5. A Christian book, music and gift store. With a coffee shop inside.
6. A fun toy store where my daughter and I can splurge on more stuffed animals that will collect dust. :>)
Restaurant- A small town eatery where everyone recognizes me and they are all related to the lady at the gift shop. The menu offers daily specials and the tables always have nice tablecloths and fresh flowers.
Fast food- Chick-fil-A, yum
If you decide to do this meme, leave a note in the comments! Have fun.
I'm just sayin.'
Here are the rules-
You get to create your own Mall. Choose 6 stores that would definitely be included in your ideal one stop mall. Then as a bonus you can pick your favorite restaurant and fast food eatery to be located there, too. After you’ve created it, post it and tag some bloggers to join in the fun.
Melanie's Malleria
1. Target- Target in a mall? Yes! Discover the glory of it all.
2. Dollar Tree- A really good one. Not a lame one. The place has to be full to the ceiling with cheaply made goods that I must have for only one buck.
3. Macy's- Hey, I'm cheap, but I still have taste. I like their home furnishings department.
4. A cute little gift shop that has everything for every birthday gift, baby gift, and just plain I gotta have it item. Includes a sweet Southern lady who calls me darlin' and offers to wrap nearly everything I purchase for free. She has a dog in the back that stays there with her all day to keep her comp'ny.
5. A Christian book, music and gift store. With a coffee shop inside.
6. A fun toy store where my daughter and I can splurge on more stuffed animals that will collect dust. :>)
Restaurant- A small town eatery where everyone recognizes me and they are all related to the lady at the gift shop. The menu offers daily specials and the tables always have nice tablecloths and fresh flowers.
Fast food- Chick-fil-A, yum
If you decide to do this meme, leave a note in the comments! Have fun.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
My niece, the philospher.
I love being a mom. It is so much fun- playing, crafting, stealing kisses and hugs. So far, being an aunt to Miss Molly has its little rewards, too. We'll get to craft and play (when she can, you know, hold her head up) and I don't have to deal with messy diapers on a daily basis.
Not to mention the stories. Oh, the stories have already begun.
T and C (Molly's parents, not a rap band) were out shopping for a family vehicle. Like most of us, they never envisioned themselves riding around town in a sedan or a station wagon. Like most of us before we had kids, we said we would never be caught dead in a van.
Then we learned that a Corvette convertible doesn't hold a lot of baby stuff, i.e- stroller, pack and play, bottles, clean diapers, dirty diapers. Plus, the kid has to ride somewhere.
So T and C have started looking for a safe and affordable van for the growing family. Last weekend they visited a local dealer. They aren't amateurs at car buying. No, M'am. They had done their research and knew exactly what price range their van of choice should fall in.
Then they met that guy, Mr." starched white shirt and khakis" guy. Mr. "I have only 2 ties and the other one is in the bottom of the hamper" guy. Mr. "Am I wearing enough after shave for ya?" guy.
That guy. The used car salesman.
T and C found a van they really liked. The salesman tried to trick them into an overinflated sale price saying, "With this much down, at this percent interest, this would be your payment."
T kept saying,"Just give me the bottom line. What is the total price?"
The salesman danced around the question, answering, "This would be your payment."
T kept asking.
The salesman kept dancing.
They knew he was trying to trick them into a huge price because they could, you know, add. Plus they didn't even need to finance. That guy just wouldn't listen.
C was sitting in the passenger's front seat with the salesman in the driver's seat. The salesman kept spouting out lies. T was in the back seat feeding Molly when Molly let out a sound from inside her diaper that told that car salesman exactly what she thought.
C calmly turned to the salesman and said,"She said what you are saying is a bunch of cr*p."
The salesman answered,"That's not what she said."
Like any good parents would do, they took the advice,if you will, of their infant daughter over that guy because she's got more brains than he does.
And more gas.
Not to mention the stories. Oh, the stories have already begun.
T and C (Molly's parents, not a rap band) were out shopping for a family vehicle. Like most of us, they never envisioned themselves riding around town in a sedan or a station wagon. Like most of us before we had kids, we said we would never be caught dead in a van.
Then we learned that a Corvette convertible doesn't hold a lot of baby stuff, i.e- stroller, pack and play, bottles, clean diapers, dirty diapers. Plus, the kid has to ride somewhere.
So T and C have started looking for a safe and affordable van for the growing family. Last weekend they visited a local dealer. They aren't amateurs at car buying. No, M'am. They had done their research and knew exactly what price range their van of choice should fall in.
Then they met that guy, Mr." starched white shirt and khakis" guy. Mr. "I have only 2 ties and the other one is in the bottom of the hamper" guy. Mr. "Am I wearing enough after shave for ya?" guy.
That guy. The used car salesman.
T and C found a van they really liked. The salesman tried to trick them into an overinflated sale price saying, "With this much down, at this percent interest, this would be your payment."
T kept saying,"Just give me the bottom line. What is the total price?"
The salesman danced around the question, answering, "This would be your payment."
T kept asking.
The salesman kept dancing.
They knew he was trying to trick them into a huge price because they could, you know, add. Plus they didn't even need to finance. That guy just wouldn't listen.
C was sitting in the passenger's front seat with the salesman in the driver's seat. The salesman kept spouting out lies. T was in the back seat feeding Molly when Molly let out a sound from inside her diaper that told that car salesman exactly what she thought.
C calmly turned to the salesman and said,"She said what you are saying is a bunch of cr*p."
The salesman answered,"That's not what she said."
Like any good parents would do, they took the advice,if you will, of their infant daughter over that guy because she's got more brains than he does.
And more gas.
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