Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Her, matter of fact-like: Mama, I'm spelling s-e-x. That spells sex.
Me, horrified: Say what, Small Fry? Are you trying to spell six, like the number? Please God, let her be spelling six like the number.
Her: No, sex like sexy. Oh no.
Me: What is sexy, Small Fry? What does that mean?
Her: You knnnnnoooowwww, like when you're all pretty with red lips and you're sparkly and you're wearing fancy clothes and like that. Waves hand vaguely in front of her face.
Me, later: And where did you hear about sexy, honey?
Her: Duh, mom. The cheer? Boys are the strongest? Girls are the sexiest?
Me, later, lame-like: Yeah, of course you know girls can be the strongest too.
Her: Yeah, of course I know that mama.
Annnnddddd I have nothing more to say. Continue eating taco salad and mourn the loss of innocence.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Numero uno: Memories of Halloween. One of the
best nights of the year. And the seemingly unending supply of
Reese's pb cups and Hershey's dark chocolate that now
Numero duo: MY 4-year-old, that's right, MINE...who was possibly the only one in her class (at least that's how I heard the it) who knew the names of both presidential candidates. And their platforms. And their voting records. OK, maybe not. But she can pick them out of a line-up from a distance of 10 feet and that's
Numero three: The mental prep my girls are doing to be sure they are prepared for long lines tomorrow. We have listed all items we will bringing to the voting place (Harry Potter book, a Barbie computer, drawing papers, Uno, fold up chairs and a pen. And possibly candy.) And we have figured out a plan for what we'll do if we need to visit the potty during our wait in line (we will go with our sister while mom holds our place in line). If you see us there, please feel free to
in a game
Number Four: Lunch. Friends. Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion, honey.
Number 5: Coming home hugs and kisses from this one. Ahhhh.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
And the election. And the banks. And the layoffs.
But still I'm grateful.
Call me One Hot Pollyanna, but I'm actually rather stubbornly determined to be grateful.
I'm grateful for a husband who makes me laugh by saying, hey if the worst happens, we'll just go back to Florida and move in with your parents. (Just kidding, mom and dad!) And I'm grateful for a partner who nods and truly agrees with me when I say, as long as we've got the Good Lord and each other, we'll be fine.
I'm grateful for kids who are so oblivious to the world's woes that they can be happy for hours catching lizards and meticulously constructing fairy houses from sticks and rose petals.
Talk about trust.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
If you like bugs
and you think they are delightful
You should keep the bugs
and never squish them
You're not afraid
Because you adore God
and you praise Him
Because of the bugs
They swim in the pool
In the pool, in the pool
And God is in your heart
in the pool, in the pool
And that's all....
She always asks how I like the song, to which I always reply - I love it!! Where did you learn that song? And she scolds me gently, Mama, I didn't LEARN it. I thought of it. Myself. Yes. Of course you did.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Low Country Boils. YUMMMMM.
Backyard tomato gardens. No fear of salmonella!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
But there is no doubt that a force strong enough to snap a tree in half, or pull it up by its roots and deposit it upon your roof is certainly interesting, to say the least.
And a trampoline in a tree...you just don't see that everyday.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Habitat for Humanity Blitz Build 2008
I am proud to tell you that I am related to a couple of these people. They are two of my coolest relatives. One of them was not supposed to be on the roof. But here is the irrefutable proof that he was indeed on the roof - for all of the internet to see. He is officially in trouble with his loved ones, namely me. But he's still really, really cool so I guess I'll have to let him slide. Also he doesn't listen to anyone, so you just have to roll with it. No one can wear a Friday shirt like this guy. You have to admire fashion sense combined with technical know-how. It's a rare and precious thing to see. Way to go Mema and Da! You inspire your offspring, namely me.