These boots are made for walking.......

And that's just what they'll do!

I am so over the top, stupid excited about this:

Adobe Photoshop!

This is why I love birthdays (and my parents!)

Realizations.

Things I have recently realized.

I LOVE to sew!

I Love to Blog.

I don't like scrapbooking (I have tried, I just can't get into it)

I like writing in my journal.

I think it is beyond cute when Connor says he found a "ock" or when he is "orry" ("rock, sorry") It makes my heart melt.

I despise cooking (I know, that is bad)

I really want to learn to play the piano.

I LOVE being married.

I know, I know........

Enough daydreaming about my son being a professional basketball player!

It's just that he LOVES basketball and is very ambitious.

Who says I can have high aspirations for my 2 year old child?

Tell it like it is Son!

Sorry it's so blurry, it was taken with my camera on my phone!

I need your help.....again.

Is it a

C? or G?



or neither?

Opinions Please!!

Scarred for life.

[disclaimer: Prepare to be horrified. You've been warned.]

So I am driving down Broadway on my way to St. Mary's for a doc appointment. I get stopped at the traffic light to make a right turn in front of Fulton high.

Sitting there waiting [tapping fingers to music], I start looking around.

I peer over to my right, and mortified, I do a double take.

What. Is. That. Man. Doing?

[Bare butt shining like a full moon. I think I hear coyotes howling.]

Crouched down, with his pants down around his ankles, I see more of his business than I care to.

About this time, he reaches for a shirt and starts wiping his rear end.

[shrieks of horror escape me]

No. I. Am. NOT. Kidding.

This man was busy with his "#2" right there in broad daylight on Broadway.

Ladies and gentlemen I will be checking myself into the psychiatric ward immediately after this post. Please send gifts and well wishes.

I can honestly say I have seen it ALL.

He shoots....He scores!

It was finally sunny out.

I should've been doing laundry, and cleaning, and work for the business.

Buuuuut.

We played outside instead.

He's quite the basketball player.

2 out of 3 ain't bad.

NBA here we come...Mama needs a new pair of shoes!

Perspective.

Funny how it changes.

Situation:

I over heard some high school girls at the gym talking about when the came in and the "short, old lady at the front" told them something.

Whaaaa?

I say that because I know what short, old lady they are talking about. Short-yes, Old-no. She may be in her 40's.

This got me thinking how much our viewpoints change as we get older and wiser.

Remember when we were teenagers and everyone over the age of 25 seemed to be soooo mature and if you were over 40 then forget it, you may as well have one foot in the grave! I can remember thinking that you were "officially" an adult when you turned 30. Well that is only 2 short years away from me, and I don't feel OLD at all! I look at the people around me in my life that are 50+ and they seem to be so vibrant and young. Change in perspective? Why did anyone that age seem soooo old when we were younger?

Sooooo over it!

Winter.

Whining.

No playing outside.

It's all a very nasty combination that is taking me to the brink of insanity. Connor's toys have lost their "luster" and he is no longer interested. He doesn't like the snow, and it is too cold to go to the park. The playground at the mall...well, let's face it, it's inside! So it doesn't really count as a "playground". We have tried every possible thing to make the indoors exciting. We draw, we read, we chase each other, we sing and dance. I've even given in to letting him watch Elmo more than I'd like. Things are good for a while, then when Elmo is over.....the drama (aka whining) starts again. "Oh Elmoooooo, Elmoooo!" The persistant, heart felt cries for the one he loves so much are draining. All of these things combined is why I AM OVER IT! My child needs some kind of activity, and he is only happy outside!! What's a mommy to do?!?!

ANY suggestions?