Thursday, February 25, 2010

I Don't Get It--I Usually Don't Anyway

If dreams can be interpreted, then what does last night's dream mean?? The dream in question started with me taking my mom to UAMS for surgery, then I had a small surgery done followed by my Nanny who also joined in as a surgery recipient. Our nurse, Marie, informed us that we would not be able to drive ourselves home after all. I had to call Brett to come and get us--which meant that he would also get lost in Little Rock. Somehow, we found a ride home with a pizza delivery guy driving a moss green 80's model something of a car. My place to ride was on the hood of his car. My 'safe' seat found me clinging to the corners of the hood, smashed against the windshield, looking straight ahead while crying for the driver doing 80 in a 40 to stop. He found his pizza destination, totally ignored our existence, took out the pizzas, dropped one in a puddle of mud, picked it up and delivered it anyway. Thankfully, Brett arrived on the scene about this time. And off we went.

Hmm, where to start with that one?! All I have to say is, Man, I'm deep.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The Good Report

{starts off wordy and then regains its composure--hang in there}

1. Hoot is potty trained. I thought he was going to be the mythical 18 yr old wearing a diaper despite Pam K's insistence otherwise.


2. Hoot is potty trained. {It deserved a double hoorah}

3. I am blessed.

My bday dinner was nice and very interesting because my entourage consisted of ladies that are not all intimately connected. Usually, I roll with the group I have proclaimed as my 'usual suspects.' It was fun to shake things up a bit. I appreciate these ladies for taking time out of their Christmas week for little ol' me.
What makes this evening pictured above wonderful was the after midnight conversation that a smaller group of us shared together. I got to know a couple of ladies deeper, but something amazing happened for me. Through our 'light hearted' conversation, I realized my biggest challenge--ever--is that I have absolutely NO self-worth. I expect my sky to fall and know that that is just the way it goes, that's what I deserve. BUT, that is soooooo untrue. And I know that--for you--but have the hardest time accepting it for myself. I've been doing this 40 days of yoga thing and in the beginning we had to write down who we were. After the long list of typical "I am's", I wrote, I am an encourager for others and a discourager for myself. I love to judge myself to 'lighten God's load', you know? Sorry to make this suddenly serious, but I have to say thank you to the ladies who were involved in the conversation. Since then I have been actively battling my way of looking at God's love for me. It isn't daisy petal plucking. No he loves, he loves me nots. He loves me, my back story and my story to come. I am working on embracing that for myself. Here's to overcoming old thoughts and strongholds.


And thank you to the lady who chit-chatted with me until 3am. You are a blessing to me in so many, many ways.



4. These gals are too much! They kidnapped me ON my Christmas Eve birthday to take me on a little Small Town Birthday Scavenger hunt.

We popped into The Red Door Market for a bit of Muscadine Juice. Oh. My. Word. Wonderful!
{The Red Door Market is now extinct, sniff, sniff...memories of being 30}

And I had to look for an item in The Baby Habit that belonged to me. Did they know something I didn't?? Was I prego?? Oh, it's my cake. Suzanne made a cake of blue and coral with a beautiful chandelier inspired by a stampin' set that I drooled over for quite sometime. That girl knows me!! Thank you, Suzanne, for blessing me with your creativity and sugary awesomeness! And on to pick out flowers.
These girls! They had a table set up in the upstairs of one of the stores downtown. For this ridiculously old fashioned and romantic girl, it couldn't have been any more perfect.
Can't you just smell the activity of yesteryear?!
And now a song for Becky. Becky, Becky you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind. Hey, Becky. Thanks for putting so much thought into my excursion. You are amazing, friend!

5. I finally got to meet Rick, Brett's Uncle who lives in Nevada. Neal, Rick, Reese, Grandma Nell and Brett's Momma Maureen are pictured here. We were celebrating Nell's birthday. I have to admit that I have fallen in love with Clare, Rick's wife. Here's a mini-conversation between Brett and I: Brett: Do you like Clare? Me: Ya, why? Brett: She likes you. Me: She reminds me of someone. Brett: She reminds me of Barb. Me: YES!! That's it!
So, I have a Barb in the family. I'm sure that's a relief to Barb. Barb rocks!
Brett's family. Whoa!
And The Clan of grand kids. One girl...
Side note: No, that was not my smallest child one pull away from sounding the fire alarm! My baby boy is always on his best behavior and wouldn't look at his momma with a twinkle in his eyes from half a building away. No, no. I wouldn't have to yell, jump over chairs and grab him away. That is absurd. And no, that event wouldn't have been followed by uproarious laughter by all who witnessed it. {sigh}

6. Music you can dance to.

7. Masterpiece Theater.

8. Cookie dough. {Yep, I said it. Cookie dough.}

9. Second chances.

10. The fact that I have readers, despite my grammatical and typographical errors. Good for you and thank you!
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Monday, February 15, 2010

Snow Castles and Ice Knights

For Arkansans, we have had a pretty winter. Most Arkansans are fed up of the winter in general, I have to admit. We live in Arkansas where the saying goes, If you don't like the weather, stick around a week because it's bound to change. However, we have had consistently cold days and nights with several snow days. It's been enjoyable and entertaining.

Let me share some of the entertainment.
T-Bird wanted to make a castle:

That's a cannon at the top of the tower. Sneaky.

Out came the Lego's and dragons.






You can't have a snow castle without the self-dubbed Ice Knights.

Oh no! Carnage!
He's flinching...not sure how far his acting career will go...
Oh boys!

For the Family Record Book:

And we all know that this kid makes me nutty. But nuttiness aside, he is absolutely wonderful! Just see his wonderfulness!
And I love how he just wanders away.
And comes back again.

He did this over and over with a few falls, giggles and get up agains.
And how could we talk about snow without covering a good snow dog brawl?
My doggies L-O-V-E the cold weather and snow. Labs. Their escapades are amusing to watch.

Dog down, dog down.
Hoot was missing from a lot of our snow fun. Bless his heart. We are still praying for restoration of his lining of the lungs. He did get to go outside for his first snow romp, but we had to pay the consequences of that. Breathing treatments and a near bursting eardrum. If you feel led to do so, could you pray with us in agreement for a healing and restoration in him, as if that stupid RSV never hit him or existed?


T's homage to his baby brother. Our Hoot of a Snowman. Hoot was so excited to see this and clapped for T-Bird saying, "Yea T, you did it. You made a snowman for me!" Melted this momma's heart.


On his horse with a crazy, racing, snow happy dog in the background.
And to illustrate the first paragraph of this post, allow me to show you the first of January. Yes, my boys were outside in short sleeves and quite possible shoeless. Yes, Hoot's face is dirty. No, I have few pictures without a dirty face on Hoot. I think his face attracts dirt so easily because it's such a beautiful, fair canvas. Yes, that's it.
Okay, so remember, stick around and it will change.
Tah-Dah! Presto-change-o! Voila! There you have it!
While it has been a beautiful winter, I find myself looking forward to a bit of green and more days outside. I guess it's the normal spring itch you start feeling in February, but I think we Arkansans have been blessed this year.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Slightly Addicted...

Now that the snow is melting away, I'm not sure how T will deal with no more icicles to lick. Because that's what he does.


He licks and licks...


And licks...





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