1. I think statuary/yard art is tacky.
2. I think cars belong in the garage.
3. And trash cans should be out of sight.
4. I think tummies should stay covered.
5. I think spending hundreds of dollars on a handbag is ridiculous.
6. I think using one's phone during a meeting of any kind is rude.
7. I don't get monograms and stick figures on cars. But that's just me.
8. I can be judgemental.
9. I'm female.
10. I'm working on the judgemental part.
11. I'd never say this to anyone's face.
12. Blogs are kinda passive-agressive. And I can be, too.
13. But fun. And snarky. (Me and the blog). :)
The End.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thoughts on Life and Grocery Story Aisles
1. I am so excited that my parents will be here in a few minutes to celebrate Sarah's birthday!
2. Pimentos are never where they should be in the store-- by the pickles and olives. Olives stuffed with pimentos. But no pimentos. I like pimentos. I really like homemade pimento cheese. Consider this a PSA.
3. Jeremiah took a 2 hour nap yesterday in his bed. Without fuss.
4. Jeremiah woke up at 3 a.m. and Alex had to spend 45 minutes in his room.
5. Jeremiah was flipping through this little book called "Jesus and Me" that we have read almost daily for a year and proclaimed, "Jesus is Love." That's the last line of the book. If he's getting that, we are gonna make it through this stage!
6. I am beginning to understand why mothers can overspend on their girls. It's wish fufillment. I almost was suckered into buying a Princess Castle bedroom and Princess Belle for Sarah. It's 3+. She already has two baby Belles, so I think she'll (and I'll) wait. I did get her a play tiara and bubble wand, as is fitting her status.
Yea! I am thankful for the little things today.
2. Pimentos are never where they should be in the store-- by the pickles and olives. Olives stuffed with pimentos. But no pimentos. I like pimentos. I really like homemade pimento cheese. Consider this a PSA.
3. Jeremiah took a 2 hour nap yesterday in his bed. Without fuss.
4. Jeremiah woke up at 3 a.m. and Alex had to spend 45 minutes in his room.
5. Jeremiah was flipping through this little book called "Jesus and Me" that we have read almost daily for a year and proclaimed, "Jesus is Love." That's the last line of the book. If he's getting that, we are gonna make it through this stage!
6. I am beginning to understand why mothers can overspend on their girls. It's wish fufillment. I almost was suckered into buying a Princess Castle bedroom and Princess Belle for Sarah. It's 3+. She already has two baby Belles, so I think she'll (and I'll) wait. I did get her a play tiara and bubble wand, as is fitting her status.
Yea! I am thankful for the little things today.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Poetry, Sheer Poetry...
My sister sent me a few notes I had written that were found in my Mamaw's things. I was probably about nine when this letter was written. It captures me perfectly. Hope it gives you a laugh.
"Dear Mama and Pop,
How are you. I am fine. Natalie Birthday is soon. Today is the 13th of July. We are going to have 12 people come. not incuceding ME MOM DAD. We are getting a LOT of stuff for it. She cant wait! But I CAN!! Her list of TOYS is as big as the fence! I'm seruios. I'll see you soon! But before you go I have to tell you something. YOU see I have a JOB. AND it ends next week on Friday. So maybe I can still come to Dollywood with within the month. SEE you Then Good bye!
LOVE, Melissa LOVE You!"
Hmmm. Where to begin? Can you tell I did not enjoy having any attention directed away from me, even on my little sister's birthday? We have an old picture of my sister in her high chair, with me holding her gifts and pouting. I'd be willing to bet there was not a "list" of presents as big as the fence. I'm seruios. I was just a wee bit dramatic.
My JOB was to let my neighbor's dog play outside and clean up and feed him while they were away. I was so prissy that I had my sister lift the dog, Baron, out over his gate because I could feel his ribs and it freaked me out. I've always been a bit peculiar.
What a neat gift to stumble upon. Don't forget to call (or write) your Mama, as Lewis Grizzard would say. I wish I could call mine.
Thanks, Natalie! You have thrived despite being my little sister and you are a wonderful one. Seruiosly.
"Dear Mama and Pop,
How are you. I am fine. Natalie Birthday is soon. Today is the 13th of July. We are going to have 12 people come. not incuceding ME MOM DAD. We are getting a LOT of stuff for it. She cant wait! But I CAN!! Her list of TOYS is as big as the fence! I'm seruios. I'll see you soon! But before you go I have to tell you something. YOU see I have a JOB. AND it ends next week on Friday. So maybe I can still come to Dollywood with within the month. SEE you Then Good bye!
LOVE, Melissa LOVE You!"
Hmmm. Where to begin? Can you tell I did not enjoy having any attention directed away from me, even on my little sister's birthday? We have an old picture of my sister in her high chair, with me holding her gifts and pouting. I'd be willing to bet there was not a "list" of presents as big as the fence. I'm seruios. I was just a wee bit dramatic.
My JOB was to let my neighbor's dog play outside and clean up and feed him while they were away. I was so prissy that I had my sister lift the dog, Baron, out over his gate because I could feel his ribs and it freaked me out. I've always been a bit peculiar.
What a neat gift to stumble upon. Don't forget to call (or write) your Mama, as Lewis Grizzard would say. I wish I could call mine.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Time In A Bottle...
My sweet baby girl turns one in a week. Last January, our Sunday School class had a marriage conference and we are going through marriage topics again this year. I feel like we were just preparing to go the hospital. And now she's taken her first steps just this Friday. She's just gotten her front two teeth. She's saying "uh oh". Pointing. Waving. Being a total spitfire. The child has more baby dolls than you can shake a stick at. Several options for her birthday party outfit. May even have a wardrobe change midway through her Princess Belle party. Ah, time. Just can't stop it. And I guess I wouldn't really want to.
There are first days of school. Recitals, hopefully. Cute boys on the playground. Just the right outfit. Doing the mall crawl. Girl Scouts. Disney World. Boy bands. Crushes. Dances. Sleepovers. Memorizing lines to cheesy girl movies. Best friends. Barbies. Childhood.
I can't wait. It makes those hard days of missed naps, achy teeth, poopy diapers, and crying jags worth it.
All my love to sweet Sarah Anne. Your mama and daddy love you.
There are first days of school. Recitals, hopefully. Cute boys on the playground. Just the right outfit. Doing the mall crawl. Girl Scouts. Disney World. Boy bands. Crushes. Dances. Sleepovers. Memorizing lines to cheesy girl movies. Best friends. Barbies. Childhood.
I can't wait. It makes those hard days of missed naps, achy teeth, poopy diapers, and crying jags worth it.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
In case you are missing the sparkle...
We took down the Christmas decorations on the 30th, and I miss the lights of the Christmas tree. The Valentine dish towels on the oven door just don't replace that feeling. So in case you're like me, mourning the loss of carols 24/7 on the radio and TV, and re-watching your DVR'd Lifetime Christmas movies, here's one more sight of the season, from us to you.
Happy New Year! And Merry Christmas, always.
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