Conversation with the boy:
him: "Hey! I was thinking while I was jumping on the trampoline!"
me: "Yes..." (wondering how anyone can think rational thoughts while their brain flops about inside their skull)
him: "All this stuff in school about circumference made me wonder... What is the circumference of Earth?"
me: (while dreaming of that Harvard scholarship) "Wow! Great thought! How will you figure that out?"
him: "I'll just Google it."
You go, Galileo.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Ten on Tuesday
After missing out the last few weeks... it's good to get back to Ten on Tuesday and its random fun-ness.
I wish someone would tell me where the time goes. Don't I sound more like a granny every minute? I feel like one, too.
1. What accomplishment are you most proud of?
Hmm... surviving almost 2 deployments. The first was 16 months... this second one is almost over!
I am also proud of my little (not so little) boy. He's a great kid. I birthed his gigantic baby self, and I raise him (with some help from his dad)... so I consider him partially my accomplishment.
2. How much did you weigh when you were born?
Um... I think my mom said almost 6 pounds. I was a runt. My husband, on the other hand, was a fatty. That explains the boy.
3. What is your favorite perfume?
At Christmas, my husband sent word to my mom... who called in the help of my sis-in-law... who bought me my newest favorite. It's "Love and Luck" by Ed Hardy.
4. How many siblings do you have?
One! I have a younger (by 5 years) brother. We get along great, and he married the bestest girl in the world. So now I have a sister, too! My husband is an only child, so there are no brother-in-laws or sister-in-laws from that side!
5. How many children would you like to have? (Or how many do you have?)
One! (Do you see a pattern developing here?) We always thought we'd have more, and I always imagined I'd have a houseful. Until I HAD the one. He's like a houseful rolled into one. We often talk about adoption... who knows?
6. What’s the best class you took in college?
Here comes the geek. I loved all my art classes, American Literature, and the "Teaching Reading" class for Education.
7. What was your favorite game to play when you were a child?
Boggle.
8. What character on Friends are you most like?
I am a mix of Monica and Phoebe. Organized and a bit OCDC, yet often air-headed and bizarre.
9. Are you a phone person? (ie: Do you like talking on the phone?)
Nope. I would rather text or email.
10. What was the best vacation you ever took?
Hmm... That's a tough one. Definitely Disney (as a child and on my honeymoon). A trip to the coast when we lived in CA. And the GIANT trees in Yosemite... unbelievable.
I wish someone would tell me where the time goes. Don't I sound more like a granny every minute? I feel like one, too.
1. What accomplishment are you most proud of?
Hmm... surviving almost 2 deployments. The first was 16 months... this second one is almost over!
I am also proud of my little (not so little) boy. He's a great kid. I birthed his gigantic baby self, and I raise him (with some help from his dad)... so I consider him partially my accomplishment.
2. How much did you weigh when you were born?
Um... I think my mom said almost 6 pounds. I was a runt. My husband, on the other hand, was a fatty. That explains the boy.
3. What is your favorite perfume?
At Christmas, my husband sent word to my mom... who called in the help of my sis-in-law... who bought me my newest favorite. It's "Love and Luck" by Ed Hardy.
4. How many siblings do you have?
One! I have a younger (by 5 years) brother. We get along great, and he married the bestest girl in the world. So now I have a sister, too! My husband is an only child, so there are no brother-in-laws or sister-in-laws from that side!
5. How many children would you like to have? (Or how many do you have?)
One! (Do you see a pattern developing here?) We always thought we'd have more, and I always imagined I'd have a houseful. Until I HAD the one. He's like a houseful rolled into one. We often talk about adoption... who knows?
6. What’s the best class you took in college?
Here comes the geek. I loved all my art classes, American Literature, and the "Teaching Reading" class for Education.
7. What was your favorite game to play when you were a child?
Boggle.
8. What character on Friends are you most like?
I am a mix of Monica and Phoebe. Organized and a bit OCDC, yet often air-headed and bizarre.
9. Are you a phone person? (ie: Do you like talking on the phone?)
Nope. I would rather text or email.
10. What was the best vacation you ever took?
Hmm... That's a tough one. Definitely Disney (as a child and on my honeymoon). A trip to the coast when we lived in CA. And the GIANT trees in Yosemite... unbelievable.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Terrible, Horrible, No Good, and Very Bad... And The Sequel That Should Have Been Written
Did you ever read that book?
"The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" was a 70's classic. Now my grey hair is showing...
Have you ever had one of those days when you just wanted a giant "REWIND" button? One of those days when even getting back into bed probably wouldn't go well?
Well... we had ourselves one of those days this week.
But right smack dab in the middle of my complaining, I got myself a reality check. As my hip, cool, and happenin' child would say, I got "served." (Where does he GET this stuff?)
It went something like this...
I...
1. overslept
2. had an early morning shouting match with a 10 year old
3. ran late to drop off pouty 10 year old at school
4. realized that feeling like I had my act together was NOT gonna happen
5. received a phone call from school (from pouty 10 year old)... telling me he'd left his ENTIRE binder on the kitchen table
6. pulled into garage, jumped out of car, grabbed binder, and took it back to school
7. ran late to meet my friend to go to Bible study
8. picked up an even pout-ier 10 year old who informed me that his day had "stunk"
9. came home to a pile of dirt from the plant that the cat turned over
10. met a hermit crab on the stairs... apparently making his break because the cat had turned his cage over too
11. had a long talk with the cat
12. made dinner, cleaned up dinner, checked homework, and got the pouty 10 year old ready for bed EARLY...
13. watched a very disappointing American Idol... even the auditions weren't funny
14. realized that the back of the remote control for the bedroom TV is missing
15. got up out of my warm bed to re-check the locks on the doors downstairs (because there happens to be a nice little criminal invading homes in our area)
Now... it really wasn't that bad of a day. And in light of the tragedy in Haiti and the daily realities of war... none of my petty things are worth even mentioning.
You see... Somewhere in the middle of the day, I found out that a very dear friend of ours was involved in a combat situation. A situation where someone was killed. A situation where several others who were there will never be the same. A situation that our friend will probably replay over and over in his mind and in his dreams. A situation that could have ended his life. A situation that just as easily could have been my husband. Or my neighbor's husband. Or my other friends' husbands.
It was a "wake-up-and-stop-feeling-sorry-for-yourself" moment. I have to confess...
I don't like those moments. At all. I especially didn't like that one.
I know that the "wake-up" moments aren't always that dramatic. Sometimes they're small, and sometimes they're even funny.
I'm starting to believe that the real (honest) drama in life keeps us grounded... so we don't focus on the little petty and insignificant things that we love to focus on.
And the little small things that we think are gonna drive us crazy actually keep our minds off (for a moment) the really big things... the reality of life and it's frailty. Because if that were all we thought about... Let's just say that the small things keep us sane.
In know, I know. It's all about balance.
Finding the right place in your mind where you can be thoughtful and grateful and aware of the precious gift we all have been given.
And then deal with the little stinky things that happen on a day-to-day basis.
The sequel to that book should have been called:
"The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day And The Lesson I Learned From It"
Do you really think anyone would have read it? Checked it out from the dusty school library?
It's one of those sequels you have to write on your own, I think.
"The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" was a 70's classic. Now my grey hair is showing...
Have you ever had one of those days when you just wanted a giant "REWIND" button? One of those days when even getting back into bed probably wouldn't go well?
Well... we had ourselves one of those days this week.
But right smack dab in the middle of my complaining, I got myself a reality check. As my hip, cool, and happenin' child would say, I got "served." (Where does he GET this stuff?)
It went something like this...
I...
1. overslept
2. had an early morning shouting match with a 10 year old
3. ran late to drop off pouty 10 year old at school
4. realized that feeling like I had my act together was NOT gonna happen
5. received a phone call from school (from pouty 10 year old)... telling me he'd left his ENTIRE binder on the kitchen table
6. pulled into garage, jumped out of car, grabbed binder, and took it back to school
7. ran late to meet my friend to go to Bible study
8. picked up an even pout-ier 10 year old who informed me that his day had "stunk"
9. came home to a pile of dirt from the plant that the cat turned over
10. met a hermit crab on the stairs... apparently making his break because the cat had turned his cage over too
11. had a long talk with the cat
12. made dinner, cleaned up dinner, checked homework, and got the pouty 10 year old ready for bed EARLY...
13. watched a very disappointing American Idol... even the auditions weren't funny
14. realized that the back of the remote control for the bedroom TV is missing
15. got up out of my warm bed to re-check the locks on the doors downstairs (because there happens to be a nice little criminal invading homes in our area)
Now... it really wasn't that bad of a day. And in light of the tragedy in Haiti and the daily realities of war... none of my petty things are worth even mentioning.
You see... Somewhere in the middle of the day, I found out that a very dear friend of ours was involved in a combat situation. A situation where someone was killed. A situation where several others who were there will never be the same. A situation that our friend will probably replay over and over in his mind and in his dreams. A situation that could have ended his life. A situation that just as easily could have been my husband. Or my neighbor's husband. Or my other friends' husbands.
It was a "wake-up-and-stop-feeling-sorry-for-yourself" moment. I have to confess...
I don't like those moments. At all. I especially didn't like that one.
I know that the "wake-up" moments aren't always that dramatic. Sometimes they're small, and sometimes they're even funny.
I'm starting to believe that the real (honest) drama in life keeps us grounded... so we don't focus on the little petty and insignificant things that we love to focus on.
And the little small things that we think are gonna drive us crazy actually keep our minds off (for a moment) the really big things... the reality of life and it's frailty. Because if that were all we thought about... Let's just say that the small things keep us sane.
In know, I know. It's all about balance.
Finding the right place in your mind where you can be thoughtful and grateful and aware of the precious gift we all have been given.
And then deal with the little stinky things that happen on a day-to-day basis.
The sequel to that book should have been called:
"The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day And The Lesson I Learned From It"
Do you really think anyone would have read it? Checked it out from the dusty school library?
It's one of those sequels you have to write on your own, I think.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Our Recipe For Disaster
Where in the world has time gone?
I have missed almost 2 weeks of blogging, people.
My sincere apologies to anyone who really gave a hoot.
2010 has just zoomed on into our lives, and we haven't had a chance to stop and breathe.
For some of the past 11 days, I have been dealing with this:
Do you see it? (No, not the tree... It's already put away.) That ginormous box?
Yep. It is EXACTLY what you think it is.
It seems that, like myself, Santa is getting old. And senile. And just plain stupid. Don't mis-read me here... I LOVE the guy. LOVE him.
But who in their right mind buys a trampoline?
Or as I affectionately call it...
A death-o-line.
Or a broken neck-o-line. Or at least a broken collarbone-o-line or broken arm-o-line or broken something-o-line.
What was Santa smoking?
Not only are they dangerous, they require assembly. Like with real tools and arm strength.
So in the absence of Dan/daddy/all-purpose builder of toys, I recruited my neighbor.
He and I and the boy put the crazy thing together on one of our balmy 24 degree Fahrenheit days. Good times.
And because it was 24 degrees, and because he had been working all afternoon, and because he needed to leave, and because it was getting dark... I told him to stop where he was.
That I would finish the last little bit.
Oh. My.
Not one of my wisest decisions.
For the next few days, I played the "It's too cold" card.
Then the blessed guilt crept in.
So I put on a sweater, a scarf, a coat, another coat, a hat, and gloves. Which are impossible to work in. So I took them off. And I went outside to finish putting the darn thing together.
WARNING: What you are about to read and see is REAL. The participant is not an actor. She is a klutz, and should not have even attempted it herself. (There are no actual pictures of the klutz... she was too busy working to take a photo of herself. She was also concentrating on not dying and not freezing.)
I put one foot on this:
I put the other foot on this:
And I climbed up and balanced and held a screwdriver in my teeth and I fixed all the little pole cap thingys that were twisted. And I shivered.
I had to climb up and down my homemade contraption a grand total of 6 times, turning the whole trampoline between each one. Good times.
Then I had to go all around the bottom of the net and tie 438,553,376,255 straps. And I shivered. And I am not exaggerating.
So 2 weeks after Santa had his brain toot and bought a trampoline... it was finally TOTALLY up.
Let the bouncing begin!
(And the trips to the ER...)
I have missed almost 2 weeks of blogging, people.
My sincere apologies to anyone who really gave a hoot.
2010 has just zoomed on into our lives, and we haven't had a chance to stop and breathe.
For some of the past 11 days, I have been dealing with this:
Do you see it? (No, not the tree... It's already put away.) That ginormous box?
Yep. It is EXACTLY what you think it is.
It seems that, like myself, Santa is getting old. And senile. And just plain stupid. Don't mis-read me here... I LOVE the guy. LOVE him.
But who in their right mind buys a trampoline?
Or as I affectionately call it...
A death-o-line.
Or a broken neck-o-line. Or at least a broken collarbone-o-line or broken arm-o-line or broken something-o-line.
What was Santa smoking?
Not only are they dangerous, they require assembly. Like with real tools and arm strength.
So in the absence of Dan/daddy/all-purpose builder of toys, I recruited my neighbor.
He and I and the boy put the crazy thing together on one of our balmy 24 degree Fahrenheit days. Good times.
And because it was 24 degrees, and because he had been working all afternoon, and because he needed to leave, and because it was getting dark... I told him to stop where he was.
That I would finish the last little bit.
Oh. My.
Not one of my wisest decisions.
For the next few days, I played the "It's too cold" card.
Then the blessed guilt crept in.
So I put on a sweater, a scarf, a coat, another coat, a hat, and gloves. Which are impossible to work in. So I took them off. And I went outside to finish putting the darn thing together.
WARNING: What you are about to read and see is REAL. The participant is not an actor. She is a klutz, and should not have even attempted it herself. (There are no actual pictures of the klutz... she was too busy working to take a photo of herself. She was also concentrating on not dying and not freezing.)
I put one foot on this:
I put the other foot on this:
And I climbed up and balanced and held a screwdriver in my teeth and I fixed all the little pole cap thingys that were twisted. And I shivered.
I had to climb up and down my homemade contraption a grand total of 6 times, turning the whole trampoline between each one. Good times.
Then I had to go all around the bottom of the net and tie 438,553,376,255 straps. And I shivered. And I am not exaggerating.
So 2 weeks after Santa had his brain toot and bought a trampoline... it was finally TOTALLY up.
Let the bouncing begin!
(And the trips to the ER...)
Friday, January 8, 2010
Mini-Me... At My Worst
There's a boy who lives at my house.
He's smart, sweet, loving, cute, and pretty darn funny.
I won't start this post with the argument over who he looks like.
It is a RAGING debate.
I'll let you come to that conclusion on your own.
But... I will inform you that he ACTS like his daddy most of the time. Even has some of the same mannerisms and facial expressions. Kinda spooky.
I can also say that when he is at his goofiest, I see myself.
I can also tell you that it is most uncomfortable when you see yourself in your child's "not so nice" moments.
Like this morning.
School was delayed 2 hours due to the threat of snow. (Gotta love the South.) It actually worked out nicely because 2 people who shall not be named stayed up WAY too late watching Alabama win the National Championship. (Roll Tide.) So sleeping in (somewhat) was helpful.
Just as we were about to head out the door at 10:00 AM, the boy asks me to check a paragraph he'd written for Math. I read it, and I suggested he make a correction.
Mistake #1. (Mine.)
The correction was a verb tense. I knew what it was supposed to be, and I even explained the grammar rule behind it. But he wasn't buying it. Apparently, I know nothing.
There's nothing like a roaring argument with a 10 year old to start your day. Your "Slept-In-Late-Cause-It-Was-Supposed-To-Snow-But-It-Didn't-Favorite-Team-Won" Day.
Good times.
After a few long tension-filled moments and a heated discussion, he relented.
He stomped toward the door and yelled, "You're right!"
I put my hand out to stop him and calmly (lie) asked, "Are you just saying that to end this argument or because you understand the correction I made?"
With an evil little smirk, he looks at me, and says, "Both."
Did you see me? There I was... in little boy form...
1. CONVINCED that I was right
and...
2. avoiding confrontation
and...
3. being a smarty-pants about the whole thing
He should have just held up a mirror.
It's pretty hard to get angry at a small version of yourself that you created, both genetically and by modeling your "not so nice" behavior.
In all fairness, his dad would say that half of the nasty genes came from him as well. I've heard plenty of stories about how no one could tell "little Danny" how to do something... especially having to do with sports... He already knew everything.
I think children are God's way of showing us things about ourselves that we would never understand or change otherwise.
I just hold out for the moments when the nice things come out. When he says or does something that I know came from me, and I am actually proud of it.
PS... I think school starts so dang early just so we won't have time to dislike our kids before they leave for the day.
He's smart, sweet, loving, cute, and pretty darn funny.
I won't start this post with the argument over who he looks like.
It is a RAGING debate.
I'll let you come to that conclusion on your own.
But... I will inform you that he ACTS like his daddy most of the time. Even has some of the same mannerisms and facial expressions. Kinda spooky.
I can also say that when he is at his goofiest, I see myself.
I can also tell you that it is most uncomfortable when you see yourself in your child's "not so nice" moments.
Like this morning.
School was delayed 2 hours due to the threat of snow. (Gotta love the South.) It actually worked out nicely because 2 people who shall not be named stayed up WAY too late watching Alabama win the National Championship. (Roll Tide.) So sleeping in (somewhat) was helpful.
Just as we were about to head out the door at 10:00 AM, the boy asks me to check a paragraph he'd written for Math. I read it, and I suggested he make a correction.
Mistake #1. (Mine.)
The correction was a verb tense. I knew what it was supposed to be, and I even explained the grammar rule behind it. But he wasn't buying it. Apparently, I know nothing.
There's nothing like a roaring argument with a 10 year old to start your day. Your "Slept-In-Late-Cause-It-Was-Supposed-To-Snow-But-It-Didn't-Favorite-Team-Won" Day.
Good times.
After a few long tension-filled moments and a heated discussion, he relented.
He stomped toward the door and yelled, "You're right!"
I put my hand out to stop him and calmly (lie) asked, "Are you just saying that to end this argument or because you understand the correction I made?"
With an evil little smirk, he looks at me, and says, "Both."
Did you see me? There I was... in little boy form...
1. CONVINCED that I was right
and...
2. avoiding confrontation
and...
3. being a smarty-pants about the whole thing
He should have just held up a mirror.
It's pretty hard to get angry at a small version of yourself that you created, both genetically and by modeling your "not so nice" behavior.
In all fairness, his dad would say that half of the nasty genes came from him as well. I've heard plenty of stories about how no one could tell "little Danny" how to do something... especially having to do with sports... He already knew everything.
I think children are God's way of showing us things about ourselves that we would never understand or change otherwise.
I just hold out for the moments when the nice things come out. When he says or does something that I know came from me, and I am actually proud of it.
PS... I think school starts so dang early just so we won't have time to dislike our kids before they leave for the day.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Ten on Tuesday... Finally
I hope the lack of holiday photos isn't disappointing. I may get a few up here soon for the family among us.
We are still recovering from all that joyous jolly good fun. Reality hit us like a ton of bricks, and reality involved not wearing PJs anymore. Boo. We have barely mustered the strength to get out of the bed these last 2 days. With it a blazing 19 degrees outside, who wants to go anywhere? Besides to the couch?
So on this balmy afternoon,I give you...
"Ten on Tuesday"
I have tried to link to a bloggy friend's blog for several weeks, and neither my brain nor my computer will cooperate. I think everything in my house is out to get me. Seriously. I am not joking.
Once a week, there's this fun little blog world thing that some folks participate in... it's called Ten On Tuesday. Very informative and somewhat educational. And I will justify pretty much anything.
So, in yet another attempt to be as cool as I think I am, here is my own "Ten On Tuesday" for this week!
1. Are there any movies that inspire you to bake/cook?
Movies, no. Still haven't seen that Julie/Julia flick. TV? Oh yes. I am always inspired to cook when watching my fav Food Networkers. I am always inspired to EAT when watching "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives."
2. What’s your favorite food blog and why?
Probably... Bake at 350... the pics are awesome, and I stand in awe of her talent.
3. Who’s your favorite celebrity chef?
I have a crush on Bobby Flay. I love to hear him say chipotle.
4. What’s your favorite kitchen tool?
A whisk. I think.
5. When it comes to cooking/baking, what’s your specialty?
Anything fattening. Anything with cheese, butter, cream cheese, sour cream... or chipotle.
6. When in the kitchen, do you wear an apron, if so, any cute ones you’d like to share?
Um, no. I am loving this whole new cutsie-pie retro apron craze, but I am just not the kind of gal who's gonna stop and put one on.
7. Is there anything that intimidates you when it comes to baking/cooking? (ex. Pie crust, yeast breads, sauces, etc…)
Heavens, yes. Pie crusts and breads with yeast are at the top of the list. I am especially intimidated by people who go on and on as if those things are the easiest things in the world to make.
8. What’s the weirdest gadget in your kitchen?
A coffee milk froth-er thingy. Pretty odd and not so practical, but I do use it.
9. What’s your go-to music for cooking/baking?
The radio that sits on top of the fridge. It's on the local Christian station, and sometimes they chat too much and I get annoyed.
10. After several failures, what do you do to motivate yourself to get back in the kitchen to try again?
Honestly, if a certain dish fails multiple times, I take it as a sign from God that I am not supposed to be making it. If I am failing in general in the kitchen... or falling (both have happened)... we go out.
Which is where we may be headed tonight...
We are still recovering from all that joyous jolly good fun. Reality hit us like a ton of bricks, and reality involved not wearing PJs anymore. Boo. We have barely mustered the strength to get out of the bed these last 2 days. With it a blazing 19 degrees outside, who wants to go anywhere? Besides to the couch?
So on this balmy afternoon,I give you...
"Ten on Tuesday"
I have tried to link to a bloggy friend's blog for several weeks, and neither my brain nor my computer will cooperate. I think everything in my house is out to get me. Seriously. I am not joking.
Once a week, there's this fun little blog world thing that some folks participate in... it's called Ten On Tuesday. Very informative and somewhat educational. And I will justify pretty much anything.
So, in yet another attempt to be as cool as I think I am, here is my own "Ten On Tuesday" for this week!
1. Are there any movies that inspire you to bake/cook?
Movies, no. Still haven't seen that Julie/Julia flick. TV? Oh yes. I am always inspired to cook when watching my fav Food Networkers. I am always inspired to EAT when watching "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives."
2. What’s your favorite food blog and why?
Probably... Bake at 350... the pics are awesome, and I stand in awe of her talent.
3. Who’s your favorite celebrity chef?
I have a crush on Bobby Flay. I love to hear him say chipotle.
4. What’s your favorite kitchen tool?
A whisk. I think.
5. When it comes to cooking/baking, what’s your specialty?
Anything fattening. Anything with cheese, butter, cream cheese, sour cream... or chipotle.
6. When in the kitchen, do you wear an apron, if so, any cute ones you’d like to share?
Um, no. I am loving this whole new cutsie-pie retro apron craze, but I am just not the kind of gal who's gonna stop and put one on.
7. Is there anything that intimidates you when it comes to baking/cooking? (ex. Pie crust, yeast breads, sauces, etc…)
Heavens, yes. Pie crusts and breads with yeast are at the top of the list. I am especially intimidated by people who go on and on as if those things are the easiest things in the world to make.
8. What’s the weirdest gadget in your kitchen?
A coffee milk froth-er thingy. Pretty odd and not so practical, but I do use it.
9. What’s your go-to music for cooking/baking?
The radio that sits on top of the fridge. It's on the local Christian station, and sometimes they chat too much and I get annoyed.
10. After several failures, what do you do to motivate yourself to get back in the kitchen to try again?
Honestly, if a certain dish fails multiple times, I take it as a sign from God that I am not supposed to be making it. If I am failing in general in the kitchen... or falling (both have happened)... we go out.
Which is where we may be headed tonight...
Friday, January 1, 2010
2010
The party here last night was out of control.
Happy New Year to all my people.
(That would be friends and family and bloggy-friends... but "people" makes me seem all hip and cool. Cause I am.)
I hope and pray that your year will be blessed with love and good times.
I hope and pray to catch up on all the projects I said I would do while my husband was gone for a whole year. He's coming home in 4 months, and I have a grand total of 0 projects done.
I hope and pray to get Twinkles and Sparkles put away before Valentine's Day.
I hope and pray that for every dollar I spend, I save 10. Yeah, right.
I hope and pray that I will get to see my family more... by tele-porting myself to their homes and not doing anymore driving. A girl can dream, ok?
I hope and pray that my little boy will stop growing up. And eating so much along the way. I will not be able to afford groceries when the other consumer in this house returns to the table.
I hope and pray to be more organized, less anxious, and 20 pounds skinnier.
Now I've crossed over into absurdity.
I promise I wasn't drinking anything but a milkshake last night. At 11:40 pm. So much for that 20 pounds.
Happy 2010!
Happy New Year to all my people.
(That would be friends and family and bloggy-friends... but "people" makes me seem all hip and cool. Cause I am.)
I hope and pray that your year will be blessed with love and good times.
I hope and pray to catch up on all the projects I said I would do while my husband was gone for a whole year. He's coming home in 4 months, and I have a grand total of 0 projects done.
I hope and pray to get Twinkles and Sparkles put away before Valentine's Day.
I hope and pray that for every dollar I spend, I save 10. Yeah, right.
I hope and pray that I will get to see my family more... by tele-porting myself to their homes and not doing anymore driving. A girl can dream, ok?
I hope and pray that my little boy will stop growing up. And eating so much along the way. I will not be able to afford groceries when the other consumer in this house returns to the table.
I hope and pray to be more organized, less anxious, and 20 pounds skinnier.
Now I've crossed over into absurdity.
I promise I wasn't drinking anything but a milkshake last night. At 11:40 pm. So much for that 20 pounds.
Happy 2010!
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