It's my mom's birthday today!! Happy Birthday Momma!!
She and my dad were here this past weekend to watch the boy play soccer, so we celebrated then. We took her to lunch and had the wait staff sing to her... she loved it and hated it.
She's the best.
This weeks' 10 on Tuesday snuck up on me. I have so many bloggity ideas running around in my head and so many things to tell you all about, but I can't seem to find the time to get them posted. (Darn you, Facebook.)
1. Who makes your Thanksgiving dinner?
It's usually Dan/Daddy's Aunt Marcita. We gather with his side of the family on Thanksgiving Day. Then, on the weekend... we eat with my family. The tradition of my family NOT eating our Thanksgiving meal on Thanksgiving Day started a gazillion years ago, but it's worked out nicely for us. Having our families living in different states makes the holidays a pain in the rump sometimes. But on Turkey Day/Turkey Weekend... it's easy.
Well... Not the traveling part. I am looking forward to the day when my house is the gatherin' spot.
2. What is your favorite recipe that includes pumpkin? (bonus points for including the recipe)
Pumpkin Pie. No bonus points for me.
3. What are 5 things you want for Christmas?
free Starbucks for life
world peace
a trillion dollars
an end to world hunger
to be a size 8
and for my little boy to stop getting so grown up so fast.
(I am both shallow and deep... all at the same time.)
4. Does your family draw names or do you buy for everyone?
Both. My side is small... there's just 9 of us. Dan/Daddy's side of the family is 17 people strong. (And he's an only child. Figure that out.) That's where the name drawing comes in.
5. How do you feel about motorcycles?
I feel they are very cool looking, but they scare me. I know - personally - people that have been hurt or killed on them. Not cool.
6. What’s your favorite thing to do on a rainy Saturday?
Sleep and/or read.
7. What is the coolest thing to do in your city?
How sad is this? I have lived here almost 3 years, and I have no idea. I know there's a good museum. The Botanical Gardens are very nice. But I don't know if we have a "must see" stop. Sorry, town.
8. Do you paint your fingernails?
Not usually. It never lasts. Toenails, yes. Except right now they are naked.
9. Who is your favorite actor over the age of 50?
Denzel Washington. No question. He's a great actor, and he is fun to look at.
10. Do you have a high school letter jacket?
Get ready to make fun of me. No letter jacket... in sports. I have an Academic one. Yep. Book Geek. Laugh on.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The Laundry Room and T on T
Not too much happening here in our little family. Just a very calm week compared to the last one. And don't get me started about the weekend.
On the way to school yesterday, the boy said (in a concerned voice),
"Momma. Have you seen the laundry room lately?"
Me: "Why yes, I have. I live in there."
The boy: "No, really. It's bad. It's real piled up."
I don't know if he was warning me or if he was afraid for my safety.
So I've been washing the world's clothes. For 3 people.
Here's this week's 10 from Roots and Rings.
1. Do you color? If you do, is it with markers, crayons, colored pencils, etc.?
Not as much as I used to. I used to teach (Pre-K and K), so I would sit down and join right in on the coloring. I like sharp crayons and markers.
2. What’s the most organized part (or system) in your house?
Probably my closet. Maybe my pantry, 'cause I just cleaned that out.
3. What’s the most unorganized part (or system) in your house?
The boy's Legos. They used to be VERY organized. Now, they're just taking over our house. With the promise of more to come at Christmas. Yippee.
Anybody got any Lego sorting/organizing tips?
4. If you had unlimited amounts of time and money, what museum would you want to see and why?
The Louvre in Paris. Fly me there, put me in a swanky hotel, and let me go look at that beautiful famous artwork.
5. What is your favorite part of the fall season?
Every. Single. Thing.
The cooler weather, the holidays, the clothes, the college football, the coffee flavors, the comfort food, the leaves, and the nifty jokes people try to make about my name.
6. Did you dress up for Halloween?
Yep. Dan/Daddy and I had on some rockin' pirate duds for a Costume Party Friday night. On the night the boy Trick-or-Treated, I wore my witch hat. Because I have one.
7. Have you started Christmas shopping?
In my mind.
8. Do you crack your knuckles?
Yes, sometimes. I just cracked my neck a few seconds ago.
9. If you had to live in another city for a year (all expenses paid), which city would you choose?
Charleston, SC.
10. Do you have any reoccurring dreams?
Sometimes. Does that mean it's recurring?
I had one when I was preggo with the boy a gazillion years ago. It was a vivid one... I dreamed (before I birthed him) that he was falling out of a bed, and I was scrambling to catch him.
I also have a terrible dream in which I am being chased and I need to scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I am trying so hard to scream... but nothing.
Now... because I've put all this thought to them, I'll dream them both.
Happy November, friends.
On the way to school yesterday, the boy said (in a concerned voice),
"Momma. Have you seen the laundry room lately?"
Me: "Why yes, I have. I live in there."
The boy: "No, really. It's bad. It's real piled up."
I don't know if he was warning me or if he was afraid for my safety.
So I've been washing the world's clothes. For 3 people.
Here's this week's 10 from Roots and Rings.
1. Do you color? If you do, is it with markers, crayons, colored pencils, etc.?
Not as much as I used to. I used to teach (Pre-K and K), so I would sit down and join right in on the coloring. I like sharp crayons and markers.
2. What’s the most organized part (or system) in your house?
Probably my closet. Maybe my pantry, 'cause I just cleaned that out.
3. What’s the most unorganized part (or system) in your house?
The boy's Legos. They used to be VERY organized. Now, they're just taking over our house. With the promise of more to come at Christmas. Yippee.
Anybody got any Lego sorting/organizing tips?
4. If you had unlimited amounts of time and money, what museum would you want to see and why?
The Louvre in Paris. Fly me there, put me in a swanky hotel, and let me go look at that beautiful famous artwork.
5. What is your favorite part of the fall season?
Every. Single. Thing.
The cooler weather, the holidays, the clothes, the college football, the coffee flavors, the comfort food, the leaves, and the nifty jokes people try to make about my name.
6. Did you dress up for Halloween?
Yep. Dan/Daddy and I had on some rockin' pirate duds for a Costume Party Friday night. On the night the boy Trick-or-Treated, I wore my witch hat. Because I have one.
7. Have you started Christmas shopping?
In my mind.
8. Do you crack your knuckles?
Yes, sometimes. I just cracked my neck a few seconds ago.
9. If you had to live in another city for a year (all expenses paid), which city would you choose?
Charleston, SC.
10. Do you have any reoccurring dreams?
Sometimes. Does that mean it's recurring?
I had one when I was preggo with the boy a gazillion years ago. It was a vivid one... I dreamed (before I birthed him) that he was falling out of a bed, and I was scrambling to catch him.
I also have a terrible dream in which I am being chased and I need to scream, but no sound comes out of my mouth. I am trying so hard to scream... but nothing.
Now... because I've put all this thought to them, I'll dream them both.
Happy November, friends.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
Happy Candy Day from the Death Eater...
(How sweet.)
And the Pirates...
It may take us a while to come down off our sugar high. We should be ok by Thanksgiving.
Hope your Trick-or-Treating was a blast!
(How sweet.)
And the Pirates...
It may take us a while to come down off our sugar high. We should be ok by Thanksgiving.
Hope your Trick-or-Treating was a blast!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
And It's Only 8:54
My morning started off with a bang.
You see, it's been a teensy bit warm here. Unseasonably warm, as the weather man says. Throw in humidity at 215%.
Guess what HOT, humid weather does to carved pumpkins?
They rot.
Quickly.
We had the "threat" of strong storms last night, so the boy felt it necessary to secure his pumpkin in the garage. So it didn't get blown over and smashed.
This morning, I had to get up extra early to take Dan/Daddy to his physical therapy appointment. Remember? Knee surgery.
Let me just assure you that the smell of rotting pumpkin in a closed up garage is not the thing you want to be smelling at 7:00 in the morning.
I managed to get it to the front porch before my hand went through the bottom of it. Good times.
I dropped Dan/Daddy off at therapy, came home and made the boy's lunch, and then enlisted his help in the Great Pumpkin Disposal of 2010.
You see, it's garbage day. And I had to beat the garbage truck.
(And we have a lot of pumpkins.)
So we held our breath, grabbed a trash bag, and pitched the rotten pumpkins.
And gagged the whole time. Then the boy laid down a toxic layer of Lysol. The garage was actually foggy.
I took the boy to school, picked up Dan/Daddy, made his breakfast, and then took him to work. Now I have to wash down the garage floor, go to another appointment, pick up Dan/Daddy, pick up the boy, take Dan/Daddy to a dentist appointment, and then take the boy to soccer.
Oh. And find something for Dan/Daddy and myself to wear to a costume party Friday night.
(Somebody needs to tell the man he just had surgery.)
I wanted us to go as pirates, but I think I will just go as a tired old woman. With stinky pumpkin guts on her hands. Who smells like Lysol.
You see, it's been a teensy bit warm here. Unseasonably warm, as the weather man says. Throw in humidity at 215%.
Guess what HOT, humid weather does to carved pumpkins?
They rot.
Quickly.
We had the "threat" of strong storms last night, so the boy felt it necessary to secure his pumpkin in the garage. So it didn't get blown over and smashed.
This morning, I had to get up extra early to take Dan/Daddy to his physical therapy appointment. Remember? Knee surgery.
Let me just assure you that the smell of rotting pumpkin in a closed up garage is not the thing you want to be smelling at 7:00 in the morning.
I managed to get it to the front porch before my hand went through the bottom of it. Good times.
I dropped Dan/Daddy off at therapy, came home and made the boy's lunch, and then enlisted his help in the Great Pumpkin Disposal of 2010.
You see, it's garbage day. And I had to beat the garbage truck.
(And we have a lot of pumpkins.)
So we held our breath, grabbed a trash bag, and pitched the rotten pumpkins.
And gagged the whole time. Then the boy laid down a toxic layer of Lysol. The garage was actually foggy.
I took the boy to school, picked up Dan/Daddy, made his breakfast, and then took him to work. Now I have to wash down the garage floor, go to another appointment, pick up Dan/Daddy, pick up the boy, take Dan/Daddy to a dentist appointment, and then take the boy to soccer.
Oh. And find something for Dan/Daddy and myself to wear to a costume party Friday night.
(Somebody needs to tell the man he just had surgery.)
I wanted us to go as pirates, but I think I will just go as a tired old woman. With stinky pumpkin guts on her hands. Who smells like Lysol.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Me and The Battery and 10 on Tuesday
I was just uploading some pictues from my camera. It made a little beep, and the screen went blue, and the message said,
"Battery is Exhausted"
Yep. Me too, Mr. Battery.
I was up at the unholy hour of 5:15 this morning to take Dan/Daddy for his 2nd knee surgery. Good times.
He's fine... it's an old injury that he's just now getting around to getting fixed. He's resting comfortably on the sofa now. High on Percocet and hugging a bucket. Too much information? Sorry. The anesthesia made him queasy.
Anywho....
Onto 10 on Tuesday!
1. What is your favorite decor item in your house?
The pictures. Specifically, the black and white ones.
2. What is your favorite hair product?
Right now, the flat iron. But I am a good ol' Southern Girl, and I do like some hairspray. Just not stiff and crunchy hair.
3. Are you a good dancer?
In my mind, yes. In reality, nope.
4. You get some good news, who’s the first person you call?
Depends on the news. Dan/Daddy usually. But he often finds my news trivial and a bit boring. Like, "Hobby Lobby has burlap half off today!" Then I call April or my mom or Jeanna or Shannon.
5. Would you rather take pictures, or be in pictures?
Take. I want to be a photographer when I grow up.
6. What is your shoe style?
Well considering how hot it is here again, it looks like I will be wearing flip flops until January. I hate having hot feet. I told my friend last week that I think my feet are menopausal. As a rule, I go for comfort.
7. How often do you eat out?
More than we should.
8. If someone has food in their teeth, do you tell them?
Yep. My girlfriends and I have a theory on this. We think women are better at this than men. Women will tell you the food is there, compliment your hair, pat your arm, and tell you about a great new reality show they just watched. Men don't even see the food.
9. Do you fold your underwear?
Nope. Pile it in the drawer. My momma's gonna die.
10. Milk, dark, or white chocolate?
All the above.
I'm off to medicate the patient!
"Battery is Exhausted"
Yep. Me too, Mr. Battery.
I was up at the unholy hour of 5:15 this morning to take Dan/Daddy for his 2nd knee surgery. Good times.
He's fine... it's an old injury that he's just now getting around to getting fixed. He's resting comfortably on the sofa now. High on Percocet and hugging a bucket. Too much information? Sorry. The anesthesia made him queasy.
Anywho....
Onto 10 on Tuesday!
1. What is your favorite decor item in your house?
The pictures. Specifically, the black and white ones.
2. What is your favorite hair product?
Right now, the flat iron. But I am a good ol' Southern Girl, and I do like some hairspray. Just not stiff and crunchy hair.
3. Are you a good dancer?
In my mind, yes. In reality, nope.
4. You get some good news, who’s the first person you call?
Depends on the news. Dan/Daddy usually. But he often finds my news trivial and a bit boring. Like, "Hobby Lobby has burlap half off today!" Then I call April or my mom or Jeanna or Shannon.
5. Would you rather take pictures, or be in pictures?
Take. I want to be a photographer when I grow up.
6. What is your shoe style?
Well considering how hot it is here again, it looks like I will be wearing flip flops until January. I hate having hot feet. I told my friend last week that I think my feet are menopausal. As a rule, I go for comfort.
7. How often do you eat out?
More than we should.
8. If someone has food in their teeth, do you tell them?
Yep. My girlfriends and I have a theory on this. We think women are better at this than men. Women will tell you the food is there, compliment your hair, pat your arm, and tell you about a great new reality show they just watched. Men don't even see the food.
9. Do you fold your underwear?
Nope. Pile it in the drawer. My momma's gonna die.
10. Milk, dark, or white chocolate?
All the above.
I'm off to medicate the patient!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
A Pet Monkey Dream
We spent last weekend with my family, and all of a sudden, it's Thursday.
The past 4 days are a blur.
Maybe it was the amount of trash I consumed at the fair Saturday night.
The men-folk went to the farm to hunt, but all the hunting stopped on Saturday afternoon. So we could go to the fair.
Oh, yes. The fair. My family goes for one reason and one reason only.
To eat.
We let the young-uns ride a few rides and play a few games, but then we get down to business.
Eatin' business.
This year's trip involved:
sausage dogs
corn dogs
french fries
funnel cake
fried Snickers
lemonade
and...
cotton candy (which I continued to nibble on until yesterday... when sadly, the bag was empty)
I won't say who ate what.
We went with my parents, my brother and sis-in-law and nephew, and with some of my sis-in-law's family... who are like my family anyway. Eleven of us... eatin' our way through the fair.
Me, April (sis-in-law), and her sister...
And her sister's daughter (with my nephew)...
The boy and his stinkin' cute cousin...
Have you ever seen such adorable pre-teen metal-mouthed happiness?
To explain this last picture, you must know something about me.
I love monkeys. Think they are adorable. Don't tell me how nasty and vile they are. Don't tell me that they throw poo. Don't tell me how stinky or mean they are. I love monkeys.
And there was one at the fair.
He was dressed in tiny monkey clothes, and if you gave him a quarter, he put it in his pocket and tipped his tiny monkey hat. Lord, help me. If you gave him a dollar, he gave you a picture of himself and shook your hand. Mercy.
(Don't ask me how much money I spent at the monkey booth.)
I have no photos of the REAL monkey, because it was dark by the time we saw him. (Sniff, sniff.)
Earlier in the evening, before the monkey made his appearance, we stopped by his booth.
Again I remind you... I am a fan of monkeys.
When my mom was pregnant with my brother (I was 5, people.) I vividly remember telling her I wanted a baby brother or a baby monkey.
Well look. I got both.
Have you made a trip to the fair this year? Eat some fried grease and shake a monkey's hand. And think of me.
The past 4 days are a blur.
Maybe it was the amount of trash I consumed at the fair Saturday night.
The men-folk went to the farm to hunt, but all the hunting stopped on Saturday afternoon. So we could go to the fair.
Oh, yes. The fair. My family goes for one reason and one reason only.
To eat.
We let the young-uns ride a few rides and play a few games, but then we get down to business.
Eatin' business.
This year's trip involved:
sausage dogs
corn dogs
french fries
funnel cake
fried Snickers
lemonade
and...
cotton candy (which I continued to nibble on until yesterday... when sadly, the bag was empty)
I won't say who ate what.
We went with my parents, my brother and sis-in-law and nephew, and with some of my sis-in-law's family... who are like my family anyway. Eleven of us... eatin' our way through the fair.
Me, April (sis-in-law), and her sister...
And her sister's daughter (with my nephew)...
The boy and his stinkin' cute cousin...
Have you ever seen such adorable pre-teen metal-mouthed happiness?
To explain this last picture, you must know something about me.
I love monkeys. Think they are adorable. Don't tell me how nasty and vile they are. Don't tell me that they throw poo. Don't tell me how stinky or mean they are. I love monkeys.
And there was one at the fair.
He was dressed in tiny monkey clothes, and if you gave him a quarter, he put it in his pocket and tipped his tiny monkey hat. Lord, help me. If you gave him a dollar, he gave you a picture of himself and shook your hand. Mercy.
(Don't ask me how much money I spent at the monkey booth.)
I have no photos of the REAL monkey, because it was dark by the time we saw him. (Sniff, sniff.)
Earlier in the evening, before the monkey made his appearance, we stopped by his booth.
Again I remind you... I am a fan of monkeys.
When my mom was pregnant with my brother (I was 5, people.) I vividly remember telling her I wanted a baby brother or a baby monkey.
Well look. I got both.
Have you made a trip to the fair this year? Eat some fried grease and shake a monkey's hand. And think of me.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Farm Privileges
Because I grew up on a farm, I consider myself a lucky girl.
Because my dad still farms, I have one lucky kid.
He fishes, he hunts, he rambles around, and he lives the life of a wild boy when we go to visit.
And around Halloween time, he gets to decorate a big round hay bale.
With spray paint. He is livin' the 11 year-old dream...
Somebody please tell my smarty-pants brother that Jack-o-Lanterns are supposed to have crookedy smiles...
When we were all finished, the boy said to me,
"Take my picture as I'm jumping up on top!"
So he took a running leap, and this is what I got...
Stopped dead in his tracks by a ginormous hay splinter.
Farm life has its risks.
Because my dad still farms, I have one lucky kid.
He fishes, he hunts, he rambles around, and he lives the life of a wild boy when we go to visit.
And around Halloween time, he gets to decorate a big round hay bale.
With spray paint. He is livin' the 11 year-old dream...
Somebody please tell my smarty-pants brother that Jack-o-Lanterns are supposed to have crookedy smiles...
When we were all finished, the boy said to me,
"Take my picture as I'm jumping up on top!"
So he took a running leap, and this is what I got...
Stopped dead in his tracks by a ginormous hay splinter.
Farm life has its risks.
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