Out of the mouths of babes

I had to put this down somewhere so I'll never forget this conversation I had with Hadley on the way home from mass tonight. I stopped in the gift store after mass, and she saw some prayer cards. She wanted one with St. Michael on it, and after her behavior in church, I figured we needed all the help we could get. Calling all saints and angels!!!! We got in the car and she was carefully examining the picture on the front. Here's how it went from there.

H- Mom, can we talk about St. Michael?

M- Sure, what do you want to talk about.

H- What does he protect us from?

M- Well, the devil and other evil things that we may encounter...just like the prayer says.

H- Mom?

M- Yes?

H- I think St. Michael is handsome and I would like to marry him. You know, I say that about all the handsome men I see.

M- Well, you shouldn't just want to marry someone because they are handsome. Remember how we have talked about how God looks at our inside beauty, and not our outside beauty? It is much more important to have a husband that is handsome on the inside. One who is caring, loving, takes care of you, and loves Jesus. You wouldn't want a handsome husband who was mean to you all of the time would you?

H- No. But St. Michael protects us from the devil. That's nice, isn't it? He must love Jesus if he does that.

M- Yes, it's very nice, and he does love Jesus very much.

H- Ok, so can I marry him now?

M- No baby, you can't marry an angel.

H- Ok. Does St. Michael smoke cigars?

M- {laughing hysterically}

H- Mom, why are you laughing.

M- Because Hadley, you are very funny, and I don't know where you come from sometimes.

H- Oh. Mom, is the devil a bat?

M- No.

H- Well, he has wings like a bat in this picture, he can probably fly. Do you think he can fly? Mom, what are we having for dinner?

Not kidding...just a snapshot of a day in the life with Hadley. Wouldn't trade her for the world...most of the time :)

Sweet Home Alabama

I'm here. Settled in B'ham. H0me of men wearing Columbia shorts that are tight and too short, and deck shoes. And home of women in capris and Yellow Box flip flops. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with either of these looks. I'm just saying, I see it lots here...like everywhere. On a different note, mama loves seeing classy folks decked out in Bama gear (not the rednecks with mullets...I've spotted those too). While I miss Tennessee so much I could cry (and have) I am OVER being in UT orange country. Oh, and mama loves having her husband home every night for dinner.

On to my next adventure...homeschooling! Thanks be to Jesus for Donna who has helped me out and introduced me to her sweet friends (and told me they would be mine too!!). She has been a God-send. I have books ordered, and we are starting literature and Religion tomorrow. CRAZZEEE!!! Pray for me.

I'm not drowning

No chance, because I have accumulated a lovely little inner tube around my waistline. It's pretty bad when your 4 year old says, "Mommy, you have a baby in your tummy!!!" No hunny, that's just what happens when you eat Cheetos and drink margaritas all summer!

It's all good, I'll work it off. My mom said for me to give myself a break. We've been under lots of stress...I had a contract job last month that took up lots of my time, we sold the house and are moving back to Bama!!! And the list goes on. So I'm taking mama's advice and going easy on myself...for a little while anyway.

So if I were a celebrity being photographed by the paparazzi 24/7, the buzz would be that I have a bun in the oven. No bun here...except one too many honey buns!

What We Do for Beauty

We all know the phrase, "It hurts to be beautiful." It's kind of my motto. I mean, what's a little pain, right? Stilettos for hours at a wedding, ripping hair off your face with hot wax, sleeping (or not sleeping at all) in ridiculous contraptions such

as the pink sponge rollers, that seemed like a good idea when putting them in before bed, but not such a good idea when you get up the next morning with half of them out, therefore leaving half of your head in Shirley Temple ringlets, and the other half straight as a board.

Or what about the infamous headgear (No this is not me in this picture, but it does resemble me in high school, minus the hands under the armpits. My poor parents spent the money on a headgear, that I literally wore one time. I decided an extra year of braces was so worth it to not have to wear that monstrosity.

My latest "pain" was the home keratin treatment I tried. I have had two professional 'Brazilian Blowouts' to straighten my hair (which looks like headgear girl if I don't take professional measures). Anyway, the home treatment is not as good as the professional one to say the least. I used the Organix brand Brazilian Treatment and my hair was greasy for 48 hours (which is how long you have to keep it in without washing it, or putting it behind your ears or in a ponytail. I also smelled of some crazy things. Some people said, microwaved chicken noodle soup or ramen noodles, some said cookies, some said suntan oil. I think it was a combo of all three. Anyway, I would say that this pain isn't worth it. Spend the money on real Scotch tape, Kraft cheese, and a real salon Keratin Treatment. You'll get what you pay for otherwise :). What kind of pain have you put yourself through for beauty, and was it worth it?

Happy Summer Ya'll

Last year, I dropped a whole size in clothes with no explanation. It was nice...really nice. I was smaller than I can remember. Like pre-high school. So I did what any girl would do in this situation and ditched all my clothes that were too big for me!

Well guess what happened when momma tried to put on her white shorts a few weeks ago. They wouldn't button! Surely they shrunk in the dryer, you say?! Well that what's I said! But come to find out, ALL of my shorts shrunk in the dryer!!!

So I put together a plan to start working out and dieting like crazy. But honestly, I'm not in the mood for dieting. Seriously, it just makes me grumpy, and I'm already grumpy enough as it is. I don't feel the need to bring it on myself. And besides, it WAS a total fluke that I was that skinny last year. I have no idea how it happened. I think my body had me confused with someone else. And let's get real. There's no way, even if I tried that I was going to drop enough weight quick enough to fit into those tiny shorts.

So onto plan "B." 1) Go shopping and buy some clothes that actually fit (this is what I tell my clients when they gain weight...time to take my own advice). I did this, and I feel better already! 2) Spend lots of time at the pool....cuz tan fat is prettier than white fat. 3) Sit on the back porch and drink a Blue Moon while my hubby grills cheeseburgers and listen to the faint sound of the ice cream maker churning up something good in my kitchen. Ahhhh, now that sounds like a plan! Oh yeah, and with a little help from my friend, I can maintain what I am now so I won't have to go shopping again!

Happy Summer Ya'll!!!

It all comes back around?

Hmmm, some things never change...the good, bad and the just plain ugly!!

Somebody said...

Happy Mother's day to all of you mothers, stepmothers, grandmothers, godmothers, those who long to be mothers, and those who are missing their mothers.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby ............
somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "Normal," is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct
Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring ......
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out good."
Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices .....
Somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with her math.

Somebody said you can't love the fifth child as much as you love the first.
Somebody doesn't have five children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books .........
Somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery .......

Somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten

or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back ........
somebody never organized four giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married ...

Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home ....

Somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her .........

Somebody isn't a mother.