Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Happy Day, Daddy!
Today is my dad's birthday. He's going to be in Dallas with the rest of the family. I've been feeling very guilty for not being there. So many reasons (all of them viable), so little relief of guilt. Until, Monday afternoon, I found out SissieFace also won't be there. Ah-ha! I'm not the worst daughter in the world anymore (not alone with my crown, anyway). Then I was reminded by someone else that I did sneak off and get married in a white dress without my family there (apparently if you're not in white, it's ok!), so I am still the worst daughter in the world!
All I can say to that is, touche'. Come see me in Spacewood some time, Daddy. I'll make you a home-made key lime pie and we'll forget all about that time I didn't make it for your birthday!
Photo send-off. . . to follow my dear friend's tradition:
All I can say to that is, touche'. Come see me in Spacewood some time, Daddy. I'll make you a home-made key lime pie and we'll forget all about that time I didn't make it for your birthday!
Photo send-off. . . to follow my dear friend's tradition:
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I ACCIDENTALLY ate a booger. . . and almost died!
OK, seriously. . . that's what just happened.
There I was, laying in bed reading a good book (I say a "good" book because just a few minutes ago I was reading a "school" book), enjoying my late-night alone-time. Without my husband here to remind me that it's "lights out" time and he's "not it," I have been staying up late and reading a lot these past few days. It's great! But I digress. . . back to the near-death booger experience.
So, I'm laying there, reading a book, picking my nose (Oh, come on, everybody does it!), when all of a sudden, I realized I had achieved my nose-picking purpose. Just as I was about to retreat with the "prize" in hand, my eyes fell on a funny punchline in an otherwise morose story about single life in NYC, causing me to throw my head back with laughter. You should know that even when I'm alone, I'm an all-out, open-mouthed, laugh-out-loud kind of girl. (You see where this is going, don't you?) My explosive laughter caused me to shake my "catch of the day" right off my finger, which was still close to my face. In dropped the little rascal, and at the exact same time, in went the breath for a good belly laugh. I gasped, I gagged, I choked a little bit, and I coughed something fierce as I tried to clear my own airway. It's a good thing I had been reading that school book earlier, or I might have choked to death on my own booger!
In retrospect, I am left wondering about a few things: where did that little booger go? What would I have done with him if he hadn't gone for such a wild ride on the old Upper Airway Express? And why was I so tickled by this story that I got out of bed in the middle of the night to share it with the world? Hmmm. . . many things to consider as I lay my head down - again. But first, I'm going to blow my nose!
There I was, laying in bed reading a good book (I say a "good" book because just a few minutes ago I was reading a "school" book), enjoying my late-night alone-time. Without my husband here to remind me that it's "lights out" time and he's "not it," I have been staying up late and reading a lot these past few days. It's great! But I digress. . . back to the near-death booger experience.
So, I'm laying there, reading a book, picking my nose (Oh, come on, everybody does it!), when all of a sudden, I realized I had achieved my nose-picking purpose. Just as I was about to retreat with the "prize" in hand, my eyes fell on a funny punchline in an otherwise morose story about single life in NYC, causing me to throw my head back with laughter. You should know that even when I'm alone, I'm an all-out, open-mouthed, laugh-out-loud kind of girl. (You see where this is going, don't you?) My explosive laughter caused me to shake my "catch of the day" right off my finger, which was still close to my face. In dropped the little rascal, and at the exact same time, in went the breath for a good belly laugh. I gasped, I gagged, I choked a little bit, and I coughed something fierce as I tried to clear my own airway. It's a good thing I had been reading that school book earlier, or I might have choked to death on my own booger!
In retrospect, I am left wondering about a few things: where did that little booger go? What would I have done with him if he hadn't gone for such a wild ride on the old Upper Airway Express? And why was I so tickled by this story that I got out of bed in the middle of the night to share it with the world? Hmmm. . . many things to consider as I lay my head down - again. But first, I'm going to blow my nose!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Where am I?
I am at home. I am alone. I am bored.
I should be studying, or walking, or putting away laundry, but I'm not. Instead I'm on the computer. What's up with that? I think a lot of people wonder how bloggers every find the time to do what they do. I am one of those people as well, actually! I have SOOOO much stuff in my life that is fun, funny, good and worthy of a blog post, but I just never seem to have time to sit down and put it all on the screen. I guess I've been too busy livin' to keep people up-to-date about my life! I think that's a good problem to have, though. . . don't you?
My sister Joy has started a blog as well. If anybody in this world doesn't have time to blog, it would be Joy. She has three kids - twin 3-year-olds and a 1-year-old. They are all very special, and two of them also have special needs that require extra time and care. She also has a husband who travels, just started her own business and deals with her own medical issues the likes of which "Gray's Anatomy" has never seen. How does she do it? Read her blog and you'll see that it's her faith in God and her commitment to love that gets her through. She's an inspiration, for sure, and (without even trying to be) she's a witness to God's great love.
I should be studying, or walking, or putting away laundry, but I'm not. Instead I'm on the computer. What's up with that? I think a lot of people wonder how bloggers every find the time to do what they do. I am one of those people as well, actually! I have SOOOO much stuff in my life that is fun, funny, good and worthy of a blog post, but I just never seem to have time to sit down and put it all on the screen. I guess I've been too busy livin' to keep people up-to-date about my life! I think that's a good problem to have, though. . . don't you?
My sister Joy has started a blog as well. If anybody in this world doesn't have time to blog, it would be Joy. She has three kids - twin 3-year-olds and a 1-year-old. They are all very special, and two of them also have special needs that require extra time and care. She also has a husband who travels, just started her own business and deals with her own medical issues the likes of which "Gray's Anatomy" has never seen. How does she do it? Read her blog and you'll see that it's her faith in God and her commitment to love that gets her through. She's an inspiration, for sure, and (without even trying to be) she's a witness to God's great love.
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