Thursday, April 30, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WOO!


I would like to wish my Baby Girl E a VERY HAPPY 11th BIRTHDAY! I still can't believe she is 11, or for that matter that I am old enough to have an 11 year old. Time sure does fly! But today is Woo's birthday and I get a little nostalgic when I think about the day she was born. I was 24 and my husband was 28, we had been married for 2 years. I went into labor in the wee hours of the morning on April 29 (that's right the 29th). Erin was finally born by C-section at 10 am April 30th and weighed 9lbs. 1 1/2 oz. and was 23 1/2 inches long. She was a BIG BABY!


She is now 11, and quite hilarious. She has a rather dry sense of humor and is a huge tomboy. She is a phenomenal ball player, and is a very good big sister. I am so proud of her and consider her and her brother as my two greatest accomplishments.
Her favorite movie is Nacho Libre and here she is making her best Nacho face. (There is never a dull moment at our house!)
So Happy Birthday, Woo, I love you!





Monday, April 27, 2009

HELP!!!!!

Happy Monday all!

I am in desperate need!

I am the music director at my church and I am currently without a church pianist. If you know anyone in the Athens area that would be interested please message me. I've been looking now for over a month and have only hit dead ends.

To give you a little info: It is a small Baptist church right on the outskirts of Athens. The pianist will need to be at church Sunday morning and Sunday night and it pays $111.00 a week (strange amount-long story). It is a great church with very loving people and both of the previous pianists that I have worked with only left because they moved away.

Thanks for reading this post and for any responses. I'll be back later with a real post. See ya!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Lizards, Snakes, and Gators, Oh My!






















On Thursday, I took my class to South Georgia to the Okefenokee Swamp and on Friday we went to the Georgia Agrirama in Tifton. We had an absolute ball! We took the train ride and boat ride at the Okefenokee and went to the nature show. We saw some huge alligators at the swamp! In case you didn't know, they roam free all over and don't pay any attention to the people. We went on to Tifton after the swamp and spent the night then went to the Agrirama on Friday. The Agrirama is one of my all-time favorite places and I was thrilled to be able to take my class and be their tour guide for the trip. The Agrirama is a living history museum. It is literally a town right out of the 1890's complete with Grist Mill (working), doctor's office, pharmacy, church, school, several homes and farms, and a ton more. I've put up a few pictures of both the Okefenokee and the Agrirama. By the way, those are actually alligators, roaming free, and close enough to bite your hand off.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Happy Birthday, Nisey!!!


Today is my big sister's birthday. She's only 20 months older than me but I tease her a lot about getting old. Here name is not Nisey either, it is Denise, but of course we call her Nisey. I even taught my children to call her Aunt Nisey when they were little bitty and they still call her that. I love my sisters and Nisey and I were especially close being so close in age. My mom has tons of pictures of us in matching outfits that she, of course, made herself. I wish I had some to share but, alas, I do not.


Even though I'm the younger one, I tormented her. She was insanely OCD about her bedroom and I just loved to mess it up any chance I got. One of my favorite games was to lay across her bed and wrinkle the covers. She hated that! She would always grab me by the feet and drag me off the bed and out the door. It was great fun! One day, I got the bright idea that when she grabbed my feet, I would grab all the covers and sheets and pull them off the bed with me. So, of course, when I laid across the bed she took hold of my feet and commenced to pulling. I grabbed a huge wad of bedspread and sheets and she drug me and the bed clothes right out her door. She pitched a fit, and I laughed so hard! Those were the days!


Anyway, we've grown up and I don't torment her so much anymore, except with frogs (she's insanely afraid of frogs, especially rain frogs).


So Nisey I wish you a very Happy Birthday!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

An Unexpected Blessing

I received this in an email this morning. It truly moved me and I wanted to share. Be sure to read the whole story because the last line is awesome. I think it just may become my new mantra.

For those of you who do not know Beth Moore, she is an outstanding Bible teacher, writer of Bible studies, and is a married mother of two daughters. This is one of her experiences: April 20, 2005, at the Airport in Knoxville , waiting to board the plane, I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say this because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise.
Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons, not the least of which is your ego. I tried to keep from staring, but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy, gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long, clean but strangely out of place on an old man. I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera
on us somewhere? There I sat; trying to concentrate on the Word to keep
from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served up on a wheelchair
only a few seats from me. All the while, my heart was growing more and more
overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. 'Oh, no, God, please, no.' I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, 'Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now.Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please,Lord!' There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, 'Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane.' Then I heard it...'I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair.' The words were so clear, my heart leaped into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No-brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, 'God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm your girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life.What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am going to witness to this man.' Again, as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. 'That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair.' I looked up at God and quipped, 'I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane. How am I supposed to brush his hair without a hairbrush?' God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: 'I will thoroughly furnish you unto all good works.' (2 Timothy 3:17) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story, my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man and asked as demurely as possible, 'Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?' He looked back at me and said, 'What did you say?' 'May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?' To which he responded in volume ten, 'Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that.' At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, 'SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?' At which point every eye in the place
darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar
than old Mr. Long Locks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat,
I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, 'If you
really want to.' Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, 'Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush.' 'I have one in my bag,' he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on, hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed
and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange, but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's.His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's.I slipped the brush back in the bag and went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knee and said, 'Sir, do you know my Jesus?'He said, 'Yes, I do' Well, that figures, I thought. He explained, 'I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior.' He said, 'You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself, what a mess I must be for my bride.' Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, 'That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that?What made you do that?' I said, 'Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!' And we got to share. I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted,you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual.Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way... all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.Please share this wonderful story.

'Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain!

Monday, April 13, 2009

Depression Is So Depressing!

Ok, so if you haven't noticed, I have been MIA for about a month now. Well, the truth is I have been battling depression. No fun! I was diagnosed Oct. of '07 and have been doing very well until recently. About a month ago, I felt myself slipping back into the "dark place". I was busy and just blamed it on stress. I knew something was very wrong about 2 weeks ago and had waited too long to catch it before it got bad. I literally have never felt that awful in my life! My wonderful husband has been so understanding and patient as well as my friends and family, but poor hubby has taken the brunt of it. I was literally crying on his shoulder for hours every night. The cloud has lifted and my new meds are taking effect. Hallelujah! I won't lie, it was rough! Rough! I pray that I never go through that again.

So, on to happier things! Thanks to Amanda from The Sweet Life for the blog award she gave me last month. I promise I will get it up and posted!

Also, thanks to my little sister over at The Pink Chick for coming over yesterday and turning my Crappy Easter into a Happy Easter!

I have to tell ya'll a funny thing that happened at Lowe's in Athens the other day. To give you some background, my husband is only 4 years older than me, but has grayed early and has thinning hair so he looks a little older than he really is. Anyway, he has been building a step-down addition to our deck (he is very handy) and we have made several trips to pick up supplies at Lowe's. We always check out back in the lumber department and have gotten the same cashier guy several visits in a row. Well, we were checking out last week and the cashier dude looks at me and then at my husband and proceeds to tell him, "Your oldest daughter is really pretty." I thought I was going to pee on myself. Hubby just looked at him and said in a very low, irritated voice, "She's not quite my daughter." Poor thing, the little cashier dude turned four shades of red! It was a great self-esteem booster for me.

I hope you all had a very Happy Easter and hope that your Monday was great too!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Happy, Happy Birthday ,Baby!


Happy Birthday, Honey. My hubby turns 39 today. Aww!
I know he looks a little bit older than 39 (he started graying at 12, no kidding).
His family didn't really make a big deal out of birthdays while he was growing up, but I, on the other hand, grew up in a family that makes a very big deal out of every one's birthday. I always try and make a big deal out of his because I feel like he missed out. I can't resist doing his birthday up big even if I'm mad at him. I think it is sad when people don't get fussed over on their big day. He claims that he hates the attention, but he really gets emotional and doesn't like for anyone to see. He's really a big softy whether he wants to admit it or not. He actually gets teary eyed when we sing "Happy Birthday." So, to my Big Ole Softy, I wish a Big Ole Happy Birthday!
I hope everyone has a great Monday!

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Spring......I'm Ready for Spring and New Ta-Ta's!

I have got Spring Fever in a really BAD way! It snowed, it got winter out of my system, and now I am ready for spring. I find myself looking at spring clothes online constantly. The only problem is that I get something very specific in mind that I want and just nothing else will do. I think I need to become a really awesome seamstress so that I can just make whatever I want. I'm trying to stay on a really tight budget and not buy too many clothes because I am saving for something that is very special to me. In May, I am going to have a tummy tuck and a boob lift with augmentation. I am super excited about it! Before I lost weight, my bra was a D-cup and now that I got it all off I'm a sad B-cup. I'm not saying that being a B-cup is sad, I'm saying that my B's are sad because they are way farther south than any boobie has a right to be on a 35 year old woman. To make matters worse, they are whop-sided. My sisters jokingly call my sad boobs "egg boobs" because they are kinda shaped like eggs. Really attractive! Anyway, I brought the subject up to my husband and being very sweet, he said, "I think you're perfect just the way you are, but if you feel like you need it, I'll support you." Ok ladies, this was code for, "Thank the Lord she wants to get them on her own because I'm not about to tell her she needs them." He's no fool. Anyway, besides my new boobies, I'm getting a tummy tuck to correct my horrible c-section scar. It actually is more of a crevice. No kidding. I would give you all the gruesome details but, trust me, that is a whole blog unto itself. Anyway, I'm trying to be good and not buy alot of things before I go under the knife because I know that my sizes will change, but it is SO HARD. There are these really cute, springy clothes just calling to me! I may have to get just a few things to satisfy my craving, but this is going to be hard, Hard! Ok, I feel a little better now. Here's to spring getting here quick and brand new ta-ta's!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

SNOW! FOR THE LOVE IT SNOWED!!!!!

It snowed here, I mean really snowed. We got like 6 inches. I have never in my life seen it snow as hard at it snowed on Sunday! It was great! The only draw-back to the snow was that my camera has officially died. Boo hoo. I was so aggravated. The biggest snow I've ever seen and my camera won't work. That's the way it goes. But, despite the lack of a camera we still had a great time in the fluffy white stuff. My kids made 4 snowmen. There was a Mommy, a Daddy, an R, and an E snowman. It was so cute. The snow has turned treacherous though. My porches and steps are all icy and I just about busted it trying to get out of the house this morning, but it was worth it all just to have the snow. Now that is has snowed, I am ready for spring!! Bring it on!!

I wrote last week that my husband was taking me out Friday night. Well, Friday night turned out to be a really messy night and we had to alter our plans. We didn't get to go Downtown but he did take me to see Bride Wars at the Value Cinema. The tickets are only $2 and the movies are pretty new, we had a great time! Bride Wars was a great movie, even my husband liked it. After the movie, we went to a tavern called The Blind Pig. The make THE BEST hamburgers. Yum, Yum, Yum. Saturday, my church was hosting a viewing of Fireproof. I hadn't seen it before and was not looking forward to it. I'm so glad we went! It was a wonderful movie and it really got to my husband. Woo Hoo!

Sunday, we had a breakfast at church cooked by the youth. It was fabulous! Then my Wednesday night boys sang "Strong Tower" during the service. I was so proud of them. The congregation gave them a standing ovation! On the way out of the church it started sleeting really hard. You should have seen all the blue haired ladies trying to get out to their cars. The men were very chivalrous and walked them out with umbrellas, it was so very Southern Gentlemen like. We had to go to the grocery store after church and before we could get back out to the car it had started snowing. Did I mention, it SNOWED!

I know this has turned out to be a rather long post but please indulge me just one story further. Today would have been my Granddaddy's 92nd birthday. My grandaddy was a truly unique personality! One of my favorite stories about him took place when he was probably 13 or 14 years old. Grandaddy owned a car, yep he had a Ford Model A with an oogie horn at the age of 13. During the Depression he charged the boys in his town a dime a week for rides into town and back from work, but on the weekend my entrepreneurial Granddaddy charged them a quarter to take them to the "Cat House". He would sit in the kitchen with the cook while the older guys had their good time. I giggle every time I think about the stories people tell on him. My granddaddy's pet name for me was Meanie (I don't have a clue why ha ha). He died a couple of years ago and I miss him dearly, but I can honestly say he lived his life exactly the way he wanted to. Happy Birthday Granddaddy!

I hope you all have a very wonderful Tuesday!

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Downtown Athens, Here I Come

I post this with the risk of sounding really pathetic. My husband is taking me out on the town tomorrow night! I am super pumped because I cannot remember the last time we "went out". I mean really "went out". We have gone to dinner and then gone home to be way too tired for anything else. But this Friday night we are going out! Downtown Athens for dinner, drinks, the whole nine yards. Woo Hoo!! I just love to get all fixed up and go out. I've already started thinking about what I will wear, which will probably change several times before I actually get out the door. I'm hoping that I actually get a chance to go to Macy's tonight and find something cute with my gift card Hubs gave to me for V. Day. Both of the kids are spending the night away from home so I don't have to worry about when we get in or anything. Woo Hoo!! I love my babies more than life itself, but you have to make time for some adult time. It is vital for your sanity! I'll report Monday on my great Friday night!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I Just Can't Get Through To Him


By him, I mean my husband. I try not to complain about him (and I've had some years where I really could complain about him). Honestly, it is one of the things that I am working on most, but today I just have to vent. I just can't seem to get through to him that I would like a compliment every once in a while. I'm not asking for much, but this man has never even told me that I'm pretty, beautiful, so forth and so on. On our wedding day he managed a weak, "You look sharp." How sad is that? I've gotten the occasional, "That's hot," but that is usually if I'm wearing something a little slutty. He loves me to slut it up. I think it from being a repressed Baptist preacher's son. I keep telling him what a turn on it would be if he could manage to tell me that I look good every now and then. Ladies, I don't know what to do with this man! Ok, I vented now I feel better.

Monday, February 23, 2009

How I Lost 80lbs.!










Ok, so I've been playing tug-of-war with myself since I started my blog about whether or not to share my weight loss secret. It is not because I don't want others to know, I just don't want anyone to think I am bragging. Well, the last few days I've been thinking about it and to be honest, I feel like God is telling me that I should post it, so here goes. I'll give you a little background first so you know where I'm coming from. I was always a chubby kid and got thin around the 9th grade and stayed pretty slim until college where I gained the famous freshman 15 plus some. I got married right out of college and got pregnant right after our 1st anniversary. I gained (be ready for your jaw to drop) 90lbs. during my pregnancy. I know, I gained like an entire person. When I had E I got an infection in my c-section incision and it blew open all the way. They sent me home with an open incision and a home health care nurse that came twice a day to clean and pack the wounds. I was instructed to do as little as possible for the next few months. By the time I could get around well again I weighed 236 lbs. I was a big girl! After 3 years I finally lost 70 lbs. and immediately got pregnant again. Funny how that works. I only gained 40 lbs. with my second pregnancy and gave birth to my baby boy R. After R's birth everything went much smoother but I just couldn't get below 180. I yo-yo ed between 180 and 205 for 5 1/2 years. Talk about frustrating. I tried everything! I've taken every pill, been on every program, tried every fad. One night, while saying my nightly prayer I gave it to God. I completely gave it to Him. I very distinctly remember that prayer and how desperate I was. I prayed, "Lord, I can't do it. I can't take this weight off. Take it off of me because I can't do it." You know God answers all prayers but that doesn't mean He always answers "yes", sometimes He answers "no" and sometimes His answer is "wait a while". This time He answered "yes" the very next day! The date was October 1, 2007. I went to school that morning and just didn't feel right. My head was spinning and I felt very faint. One of my parents commented on how red my face looked and I told her about the way I felt. I went and had my blood pressure checked and it was 165/110. I immediately went to the doctor. He put me on a blood pressure medicine (obviously) and an anti-depressant. I didn't think I was depressed but he assured me that I was exhibiting some classic signs. I started taking my meds and for 2 weeks it killed my appetite. I mean it killed it. That 2 weeks with no appetite shrunk my stomach to the point that I couldn't eat but about half what I normally could at one time. I started eating smaller portions and eating about 6 times a day. The weight started dropping off like crazy. It took about 10 months to reach my current weight and I know God did it. I pray every night and thank Him for taking it off of me and pray that He will continue to keep it off. I am still so awestruck that I've lost this weight. I went from a size 20 to a size 4. I take no pride in it because the glory does not belong to me, it belongs to my Holy Father. This is part of my testimony and I am so thankful that I can share it with you. Here are some before and after pictures. The round woman in the pink,white, and brown bathing suit is me and the in the bowling shot, I'm the one in camo capris. Oh, and sorry for the cheesy "after" picture. Have a great Monday!

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I Found It!

Ok I found the McDonald's commercial! Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBwv3DoQNCA

Ramblings Of An Insane Woman

Ok, so my hubby did not buy me jewelry for Valentine's Day, but it is quite ok. He got me a gift certificate to Macy's and one for a mani-pedi. He did good. He has come along way in the gift giving department. It has taken many years to training, but all that hard work is finally paying off. We had a hog show on Valentine's Day so that cut out any grand romantic gesture time. Speaking of hog shows we are off to the Georgia Jr. Livestock Show today. This is only the second year my daughter has got to show at State because you have to be 9, so it is still very exciting to her. My sisters and I showed hogs and steers while we were in school and my kids are doing the same. It is much like a class reunion when we go to these shows because many of the same people that showed livestock with us have kids that are now showing. It is very surreal to me especially since I suffer from the dillusion that I'm still in my 20's. I just don't mentally feel any older than about 24. I guess that is a good thing.


So I got my hair cut and colored yesterday. I finally got it into the shape that I wanted but now I'm not so sure I like it. See picture for reference.


Also I have got a commercial stuck in my head and I need for someone to help me out with the words. It was a McDonald's commercial and there were little girls at camp that couldn't do anything because it was raining. Then it shows them dressed in the raincoats and galloshes stomping through water at McDonald's and they are singing some kind of duck song. Does anyone remember the duck song? How does it go? Help me out people, it is driving my insane!


I will be MIA for the rest of the week since I will be at the State Livestock Show but hopefully I will have great stories to tell when I get back. I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the week!

Friday, February 13, 2009

Be My Valentine





Do you remember Valentine's Day when you were in school? When you are in Elementary school it is all so innocent. You just can't wait to go and buy your favorite cartoon character Valentine cards. When I was in school, Snoopy and Ziggy were big. You make your Valentine bag for your friends to put your Valentine's in and you give one out to everyone in class. It doesn't matter if you like them or not. I remember reading every single one I got over and over again. I just loved Valentine's Day! When you get to middle school, which for me was fifth grade, you start to have crushes and you hope and pray your crush will send you a Valentine. Sometimes they did and sometimes they didn't and Valentine's Day was not as much fun anymore. When I got to high school they had this horrible tradition of buying carnations for people of Valentine's Day. One of the clubs sold them and it was a contest to see how many carnations you got that day. If you happened to be dating somebody at the time, you really hoped that they would send you flowers to school. That was the ultimate, to be called to the office to pick up the bouquet your boyfriend sent. I never really had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. I don't know why, I guess my timing was just off. One Valentine's Day, however, I had a secret admirer! A For Real Secret Admirer! He sent me a dozen red roses, a teddy bear, and a balloon. To top it all off, there was a note attached that said, "I Love You," and was signed, "Your Secret Admirer." I was floored! I still remember it like it was yesterday. Unfortunately, my Secret Admirer was a very good friend of mine that had developed a crush on me. I had absolutely no romantic feelings for him, but it was the sweetest thing! My most memorable Valentine's Day came when I was dating my husband. We had been dating for several months but still had not said the "L" word. He walked in my apartment with a bouquet of red roses, three balloons, and a little box. The balloons said "I Love You" and there was a gold heart pendant in the box. He took me out to eat and I spent the whole evening wondering if he was going to say the "L" word. He finally said, "You know, I meant what the balloon said." I had to control myself from laughing out loud, it was so cute and innocent and he was so shy. I will never forget that for as long as I live! I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day and remember that chocolate is good for the soul!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

GREAT NEWS!!

I wrote a few days ago about my funky toes. Well, the doc thought that I may have Lupus or Rheumatoid arthritis and did a whole lotta tests. I was pretty worried and preoccupied about the whole thing. The doc called this morning and I am fine!!!!! I am so happy, I feel like buying something pretty!

Any suggestions?

I literally feel like a new woman. Oh, and my crazy funky purple toes have been caused by blood pressure medicine. Who would of thought?

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Ashamed


We've got church tonight and I was feeling sorry for myself because I have to be there. I thought about and actually wrote a couple of lines in this blog about how I felt over-worked and stressed out etc. etc. blah, blah, blah. Then I erased it and thought, "What do I have to complain about?" And for some reason I thought of the boys in our youth group at church. We have a van ministry at church and the majority of this group has been coming to our church on Wed. nights since they were in the fifth or sixth grade and they always caused trouble. One was even caught, at church, with marijuana that he stole out of his mother's purse. Most of these boys live very hard lives. Lives, thank the Lord, like I have never known and my children will never know. These boys are now in high school and I smile every time I think of them. I have had the blessing of getting to see Christ change them. They not only come on Wed. nights but they are there on Sunday morning and Sunday night and they sit on the front row and are perfect gentlemen. But what has touched my heart more than anything else is the witnesses that they have become. They have been bringing other boys their age to the Lord and it is just wonderful to see. I was feeling sorry for myself about having to go to church tonight and I know why those boys came to mind. My dear Heavenly Father was reminding me that children like those boys are the reason to go on Wednesday night because for a long time that was all of God they got to see. I am humbled and grateful that He has chosen to use me in His will. I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday and remember God is good for the soul!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

She Gave Me The Plague!

Ok, I've had an interesting past couple of days. Monday afternoon I spent 3 1/2 hours in a doctor's office because I've had purple toes lately. Yeah, it's weird. They finally came up with this thing that can be a symptom of another thing but they had to do more tests (imagine that). So, this morning I go to have blood drawn. Lots and lots and lots of blood drawn. However, before they take me back for the blood letting I had to sit in a waiting room for over an hour. Unfortunately, my agitating, aggravating, disgusting, mucousy cough decided to show up. I was sitting in close proximity to 12 people that had no idea why I was at the lab, but that I must be contagious and they wanted no part of whatever kind of Ebola/Bubonic like thing that I had going on. They had nowhere to run so they all kind of leaned their bodies away from me, pressing their bodies so hard against the wall they may have become permanently attached. I would have laughed out loud at every one of them except for the fact that I was coughing way to hard. I would have paid good money to have had a bloody nose at this point, but no such luck. Evidently the lab tech thought I was a health risk too so she called me on to the back. If I had known coughing up a lung would have gotten me seen sooner I would have been hacking my head off from the moment I walked in. So, that is my helpful hint, pretend that you are a plague carrying Typhoid Mary and you will get called to the back much sooner. By the way, I will keep you all posted on the mystery ailment that has my toes that funky shade of plum.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Happy Birthday To My Baby Boy!



My sweet baby boy turns 7 on Sunday. It is so hard to believe that it has been 7 years since the day he was born. My little girl was so excited when she found out that she was going to get a baby brother, until he actually arrived. She was not happy with him or me. E went to pre-school the next Monday told everyone, "Momma had a baby and now she's in jail." I have no idea where that came from. R's birth compared to E's was a breeze. R was a scheduled c-section and I got to pick the day. The only real surprise was his size. They measured his head a week before delivery and the doctor predicted that he would weigh about 14 lbs.! (no kidding) When he was born he only weighed 7lb.6oz. but had the biggest head you have ever seen! I do not exaggerate when I say that he looked like a bobble head doll. Poor baby, it took him 6 years to grow into his head. Big sister finally forgave me for having baby brother and they get along wonderfully (except for the occasional knock-down-drag-out). God has blessed me with two wonderful children and I pray that they will live long, happy lives for the Lord. I hope you all have a very wonderful weekend and remember that birthday cake is good for the soul!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

I've Been Tagged


OK here are the rules. 1. Go to you pictures file 2. Click on the 6th folder. 3. Click on the 6th picture. 4. Tell who or what it is. 5. Take 6 other people.


I'm cheating, I'm tagging you all!!!! I love pictures.

This picture is of my daughter E. She is sitting in a hum-v (that is probably not correct) that the Army National Guard brought out for our September 11 Remembrance Ceremony in 2008.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Doughnuts & Mexican Food!!

Today, is a GREAT DAY! I had a doughnut for breakfast and leftovers from Mexican for lunch. It doesn't take much to make me happy, a little sugar, fat, and grease and I'm a happy girl. If any of you live around the area I highly recommend going to El Centinela, my fave Mexican restaurant. There is one in Braselton and in Jefferson. El Centinela makes me happy because the food is crazy good. I had what I always have, a burrito loco. It's got fajita chicken and steak and refried beans in a burrito with cheese sauce poured over the top and served with guacamole. Yum!


I also got my camera to working and updated my picture. I'm trying to grow my hair out and it is an excruciating process. I've had short hair for 11 years and usually have cut my hair before it gets to this point. I also, obviously, went darker. It's something different. I've been a whole lot of colors. I'm definitely not afraid to experiment with my hair. I've been a blonde, red head, and a brunette. I've also had really super short hair, you know, like Halle Berry used to have. My husband been begging me to grow my hair out for years and I guess I'll do it this time (maybe).


I am a huge American Idol fan! I love to watch it, but it must be said: Bikini girl needs to be kicked out on her bikini clad behind. I just wanted to ring her neck along with Simon and Randy. And what about the girl that tried to argue her way into the next round. I was embarrassed for her. Ok, I've said my peace, I feel better now.


Have a great day and remember that sugar is good for the soul!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Brains & Eggs

If you are from the South you probably know what brains and eggs are. For those of you not familiar with this concept, it is pig brains and eggs scrambled together. YUCK! I'm sorry, but I cannot eat internal organs. May I add, YUCK! Last summer we were in Myrtle Beach at a local hot dog place. On the wall of the diner was a sign that read "We Serve Brains & Eggs". We also had a guy with us, Charlie, that claimed that he would try anything. Needless to say we decided to put him to the test. They only served brains and eggs for breakfast so we would have to wait 'til the next morning. Sure enough we get up the next morning and head down to the diner and ordered Charlie a great big ol plate of brains and eggs. The cook looked at us like we had lost our minds and pulls out a can of brains (no kidding, you can actually buy brains in a can at the grocery store) and proceeded to scramble them up into the eggs. The piping hot plate of brains and eggs, served with a side of toast, is placed in front of Charlie. He takes a big ol' bite and likes it. He actually likes it. It reminded me of the Life commercial with Mikey. Not to be out done, several of the other guys in our party decide that they are going to try it as well. They all claim that it is, "Not too bad." This included my husband and up until last week I thought that he would eat anything. After all, he will eat chitterlings and brains & eggs. Well, at the men's supper at our church last week, the hubs finally met his match. It came in the form of catfish stew. I was completely unfamiliar with this, but since I don't like fish, that is not too suprising. The catfish is boiled, then the meat pulled off and is added to a milk based stew. He actually couldn't eat it! The man with the cast iron stomache couldn't eat the catfish stew! Ladies, I think hell is about to freeze over!

I'm being completely random now (just a friendly warning that I'm jumping tracks). My digital camera is not working well. I think my rechargeable batteries are recharged out. Anyway, I have not been able to post the pictures of my cute little finds nor do I have a recent picture of myself posted. The one on here now is from September. So stay tuned, I plan on changing the batteries tonight. At any rate I hope you all have a wonderful rest of the day, and remember to keep smiling, it makes people wonder what you're up to! :)

Friday, January 30, 2009

Important Things


I am addicted to clothes. I have been for a long time. It has never mattered what size I am, I love to shop and I love to try new looks. In the past year and three months, I have gone from a size 20 (yes a 20) to a size 4 (woohoo!). That however, meant lots and lots of shopping (real sad huh?). I got very good at finding really cute clothes at reasonable prizes and have started frequenting shops that I normally would never have thought of. This past Christmas I went to Charlotte Russe for the first time and found some really cute tops all for under $20 (I'll do my best to post some pictures of what I got there this weekend). I also started shopping at New York and Company. I absolutely can not wear their pants. They just don't make their pants to fit my ghetto booty. But, they have got some darling tops. I found this one on their website and thought it was just too precious. It is ON SALE (my favorite two words in the English language).
It was originally $36.95 and is now $24.95. The website is nyandco.com. I do believe I shall be ordering that one. They have also got alot of their new stuff on the website.
I also started going to Dress Barn. NO KIDDING. They have some really cute and trendy things and their pants fit me just right! The cutest thing I have seen lately is a faux leather metallic trench. They have it on their website dressbarn.com. Unfortunately, you can't order from their website, but I plan on going looking for that little item this weekend.
I hope you all have a really great weekend!!!

Thursday, January 29, 2009

The Ghosts of Savannah

A big I'm sorry to my older sister, Denise. I rarely call her Denise, it's Nisey, but anyway, I forgot to tell her that I had started a blog. So, I told her I would write about her in it to make up for it and because I like this story alot. It still makes me laugh to think about it. A few summers ago both my sisters and I were in Savannah and we decided to go on a ghost tour. We all watch Ghost Hunters and were super excited to go. So, we load up on this trolley that was hotter than the third ring of hell, not to mention there was someone that obviously did not take hygiene very seriously. The first stop on our tour was a graveyard. It was really neat and spooky, which is always good for a ghost tour. There were also tour guides that dressed in period clothing and were obviously drama students from SCAD. Anyway, I decided I would take random pictures in the graveyard to try and catch some ghosties on film. Nisey laughed the entire time, but she was just as into it as I was because she kept telling me where to aim the camera. The trolley finally came and picked us up and took us to a house that was actually on an episode of Ghost Hunters. When we get to the house, they lead us to the basement and everything goes dark. Next, the episode of Ghost Hunters begins playing that has E.V.P's (Electric Voice Phenomena - I told you I liked Ghost Hunters) of a woman screaming for help. Nisey keeps inching closer and closer to me. I try to pretend that I'm not scared but the only thing that was keeping me from running out of there was my pride. They take us upstairs to this really creepy room that had old portraits on the wall. They proceed to tell us the story of the original owners of the house. The man of the house had an afair with the house maid and his wife finds out and commits suicide. Then the house maid is thrown out of the top window of the carriage house. The tour guide tells us all about the strange happenings of the house and we all get a good case of the willies. As the tour guide leads us across the hall to another room, voices can be heard from upstairs at which point, my younger sister yells SH-T!!!! She then proceeds to run, at this point Nisey has absolutely no idea what is going on but get's this WTH look on her face and starts running like a bat out of hell too! The voices were the current residents of the house by the way. I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants. The SCAD students were not happy that we ruined their spooky aura that they had worked so hard to create, but we had a blast! I always have a good time when I get together with my sisters and I'm sure I will be sharing some more stories in the future.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Who Are You?

Thank you to all my new blog friends! I will do my best to be me. Speaking of me, have you ever known anyone that didn't really know who they were? I have had that experience a few times with people not knowing who they are, so they tried to be me. That has to be the most annoying thing in the whole world! It makes you feel like that old show with Patty Duke and she played cousins that looked alike, talked alike, etc. No kidding, one time, I kept dying my hair different colors just to see if the "wannabe Kelly" would do the same thing. And She Did!! You know I think that not knowing who you are is so sad, so that is my advice for the day, be yourself. God made you who you are because He has a special purpose for you, not because He wants you to pretend to be someone else. That is my deep thought for the day. They don't come often, so enjoy it while it lasts.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I'm Not Green

I'm not talking about anything environmental either. I wanted to name my blog "It's Not Easy Being Green" because green is my favorite color and my name is Kelly (I'm sorry, I like puns). However, I was afraid I would get readers seeking to be more environmentally conscious. Sorry, you ain't gettin' that here. Like I said in my "About Me" section, I am the middle child of three girls. I was convinced from an early age that the only reason my parents had my younger sister was to replace me. I had issues. I was also obsessed with wanting to be a boy. I ran around all the time with nothing but my panties on because I thought that it was unfair that girls had to wear shirts and boys didn't. I still think that boys have much cooler toys than girls. However, I do enjoy being a girl now. I love clothes, makeup, hair products, etc. I kinda feel sorry for guys (well most guys) because they don't get to do all the fun girlie stuff. To get us off on the right foot I thought I would give you a list of little known facts about me (I always love reading these on others blogs). So here goes.

1. I have actually wet my pants from laughing as an adult.

2. I giggle when people cuss.

3. I love Willy Nelson, Bon Jovi, Beyonce, and Taylor Swift.

4. I have blown Sprite out of my nose laughing, also as an adult. Here is the short version of the story. I was sitting at lunch beside one of my students and somehow we got on the subject of "Jack and the Beanstalk". I said, "Fee fi fo fum," and the kid beside me finishes it with, "I smell the butt of an Englishman." The Sprite then spewed.

5. I like brownies and barbecue sauce.

6. I inadvertently say inappropriate things. Such as, at choir practice one night, I was asked if I minded singing with the sopranos instead of the altos to which I replied, "No, I'm easy."

7. I'm a shopaholic.

8. I love spicy food. The hotter the better.

9. I love to play Mario Kart and Guitar Hero on the Wii.

10. I love big men. Over 6 foot and over 200 pounds usually. My husband is 6'3" 240 lbs. and I am 5'2" 128 lbs.