I don't think I took one photo of this Christmas. Let me think.
Thinking.
Thinking.
Thinking.
Nope, not one photo.
And guess what else.
I took my tree down yesterday and put away all the Christmas decorations.
I didn't do a Christmas card either this year. I just wasn't in the spirit.
The New Year will be here this week. Doesn't look like a New Year Card is going to happen either.
Valentine's Day. That's my goal. Be on the lookout for it.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Good Nights
This little person, who is not this little anymore, can melt my heart with the smallest of words.Recently our good nights have turned in to this:
Me: I love you.
Him: I love you, too.
Me.: I love you more. Good night.
NEXT NIGHT:
Him: I love you.
Me: I love you, too.
Him: I love you more.
Last night as we snuggled up to say good night and exchange our "mores" he said:
"You're a good momma."
Did you just tear up a little, too?
Monday, November 16, 2009
For Peggy- A Toast
A Toast - by cheryl e wilson (so ee cummings!)
I've experienced that old Southern Comfort,
seen the Royalty of the Crown,
I've been to Margaritaville
where Jack and Jim, they left me with a frown.
I went to Boone's Farm
to see those Strawberry Hills,
But the Country didn't Quench me
and Tickle Pink did not leave me thrilled.
I've waded through the Hurricanes
after Sex on the Beach.
I've played with Fuzzy Navels,
the sweetest of them peach.
I've been Screwed by the Driver,
done the Kamikaze death dive,
I've been stomped on by that Turkey,
and somehow, somehow I survived.
So, let the executive have his whiskey,
let the debutante sip her wine,
Just give me a tall, cold beer
and I'll be fine!
written circa 1990, probably at the height of my binge drinking.
I've experienced that old Southern Comfort,
seen the Royalty of the Crown,
I've been to Margaritaville
where Jack and Jim, they left me with a frown.
I went to Boone's Farm
to see those Strawberry Hills,
But the Country didn't Quench me
and Tickle Pink did not leave me thrilled.
I've waded through the Hurricanes
after Sex on the Beach.
I've played with Fuzzy Navels,
the sweetest of them peach.
I've been Screwed by the Driver,
done the Kamikaze death dive,
I've been stomped on by that Turkey,
and somehow, somehow I survived.
So, let the executive have his whiskey,
let the debutante sip her wine,
Just give me a tall, cold beer
and I'll be fine!
written circa 1990, probably at the height of my binge drinking.
Monday, August 10, 2009
It's A Girl!

Born on August 10, 2009
at 7:09pm,
Big Daddy iPod and I
are proud to announce
the arrival of
Baby Pinky,
a baby iPod that is going to keep me running- literally! Pinky is about half an inch tall and about an inch wide. Big Daddy iPod and I are so happy she is healthy. Big Daddy said he's glad he won't have to run with me on the treadmill anymore and go back to entertaining me while relaxing by the pool. Many thanks to Baby Pinky's Grandma and Grandpa for the birthday money.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
It's a hard life.
Monday, June 22, 2009
A Boy and His Hair
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Name That Ray
It's been a while since I've posted the beloved mascot from Highlowaha. He's a busy guy which makes me a busy gal. Here are the latest additions. And, if you would like a tshirt of Ray take a look at his GalleRay. Not all of these are up yet but they should be over there within the month or so.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Drew & Beethoven
Drew told me all about Beethoven a couple of weeks ago.I especially liked the part where Drew told me that Beethoven's dad would go out to the bars and get drunk. When his dad got home, he would make Beethoven get out of bed and play the piano. If Beethoven made a mistake his dad would smack him with a stick.
My response was, "Huh, you don't have so bad, do ya?"
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Mine
My Kitchen...

My closet...

My laundry closet...

The room I want to be my craft space....
(This room goes from straightened up to messy to straightened up but now all organization has been put on hold because I had to purchase a new TV and repair brakes. I have grand plans for a wall of high shelves getting everything off the floor. $$. Sigh. My poor studio/guest room is last.)
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