Oh…and…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!

~I love you

A picture is worth a thousand words.

Vi is growing up before my very eyes and that means that I am getting older as well.  I ate with some girlfriends Saturday night and this was all we could come up with for our crazy picture.  You might go so far as to say that it is crazy lame.  (Insert cheesy laughter here.)  The food was fab, the conversation was hysterical, and there were no sippy cups to be seen.  I almost remembered that I was once  woman without child.  How boring my life was!  Well…maybe not boring…just different :)

In the theme of getting older I thought I would share some recent pics of Vi over the last few days.  I just can’t believe she has gotten such a personality?!?

Old Haggard is…well…haggard.

Q: What is worse than putting wallpaper over wallpaper?

A: Finding wallpaper that is hard to take down, painting over it, realizing it looks worse than before and then wallpapering over the paint.

If I ever get my hands on the old owners of this place…

Oh, Christmas tree.

Last year Jon and I bought the ugliest Christmas tree you could have ever imagined.  It was HUGE.  It was easily over eight feet tall and like eight feet in diameter.  It was on sale and absolutely the right price for a family with a new baby that was adjusting to one income. 

The tree was a long needle pine and it really looked like we had gone out in the back yard and cut this sucker down with an axe before we toted it into our living room and decorated it.  That would have been just fine except for a few things:

1.) We put this monster tree in a tiny tree stand which, as it turns out, was absolutely not rated to hold up anything greater than Charlie brown’s Christmas Tree.  The tree, one day after erecting it, promptly came crashing down in a shower of broken glass ornaments and lights.  It almost squished Ol’ Bart…who happened to be blind and didn’t know where to run for shelter.  Jonathan was not home to mediate the attack of the Christmas tree and so being the go getter I am…the baby and I stayed on the couch with our feet pulled up all day.

2.) As the tree was a long needle pine…it had long needles.  I thought this was kind of funny at first.  It was like one of those knock knock jokes a kid tells that is funny once, twice, maybe thrice…but not one hundred eighty nine and a half times.  This trees needles completely obscured any and every ornament you could ever hang on a tree.  We put every ornament on it (even the ugly reservists) and you couldn’t see a one.  I ended up going to Walmart to buy more.  But alas, most were shattered in the great tree falling of 2007.

3.) Because the beast was so big around you could not water it unless you were Inspector Gadget with his go-go-Gadget arms (do do do do do do do).  Instead of having those grafted on for the Christmas season I had to army crawl under the tree every day and blindly try to pour water in the tiny hole left after the trunk took up the whole tree stand (the new tree stand we had to buy to hold it up.) 

Despite my hatred for that tree I did love it ever so much.  I am thankful that my husband gave me that tree last year.  It taught me a few things.  First, that cheaper is not always better.  Second, my husband is sometimes correct.  Lastly (but not leastly) if you are going to buy a huge massively discounted long needle Christmas tree you better either buy a giant tree stand or get a helmet.

Merry Christmas.

Makin’ a list…

checking it twice to see if I have any coupons to bring my grocery bill down!

With the economy the way it is I have had this little funny story on my mind.

Jon and I volunteer as Odyssey of the Mind judges every year.  I work in the score room and Jon judges structure.  A few years ago I was checking scores before they were put into the system and got to laughing at this guy’s name.  He was listed on his judge’s sheet as Brokeman.  How funny!  Yet, how sad for him.

Then I realized it was my husband…

Brrr.

Mornin’ strangers!  Hace muy frio!  It is finally cold in Old Haggard.  Apparently the old girl just gave up on the 74 degrees without the heat on.  Now my toes are cold and I have dog nose.  I guess you can’t have everything.  I will let it go simply because I have a CHRISTMAS TREE! 

I love, love, love Christmas Trees!  They smell yummy.  They look pretty.  And gosh darn it people like them!

Despite the rain and yucky weather in our parts the past few days I convinced the old hubs to get me a tree.  Vi, Jon, and I cranked up the Christmas tunes after church and decorated to our hearts content.  Unfortunately the decorations are taking longer than expected to get put where they go and we still have Christmas box vomit all over the living room.  My goal is to get this stuff to it’s final resting place by the end of the day. 

I have much to share from the holidays and some ridiculously cute pictures.  Check back in a few hours and I should have everything in place for your viewing pleasure!

Happy Tuesday!

Thanksgiving.

Turkey day is here and I just have so much to be thankful for.  First and foremost I am thankful for Jesus Christ and his sacrifice.  His death on the cross paid for my sins.  He, and he alone, has made it possible for me to spend an eternity in heaven despite my shortcomings.  That truth in my life has opened my eyes and illuminated a path that isn’t always easy for me to follow…but it is always right.

I am also thankful for the blessings he has bestowed upon me.  My amazing husband, my beautiful daughter, my parents, my sister, my brother, my in-laws, my pups.  I am thankful for this (old) new house we have, that is plenty big enough for a large family.  I am thankful that we sold our last house by ourselves…in just four days.  (In this market, that could be nothing more than God’s work.)  I am thankful to have such a supportive family, church, and friends who have helped make this house (almost) everything I saw it as in my mind.

I am thankful for times that my house falls quiet and I can just be.  I am also thankful for Violet’s laughter that fills this house like a sweet perfume that wafts through the air reaching every corner, crack, and crevice…I could never get enough of that.  I am thankful for mornings when Jon gets up and starts bacon downstairs.  I know that he is making my favorite breakfast and wants to surprise me so I snuggle back down in the covers and pretend to be asleep.  I am thankful for patios and warm spring breezes.  I am thankful for the women I have loved for so many years now.  Heather, E, Ash, Beth, Meredith.  I would not, could not, be who I am without them. 

I am thankful for my silly dogs.  I am thankful for my knitting needles.  Their gentle clink just soothes me when I am even at my most tense.  I am thankful for hand-me-downs.  I love something that has already been loved.  I love my rocking chair that my grandmother used to rock my aunts and uncles in.  I love my old hand stitched quilts and imagine the stories behind them.  I love old plates and dishes and cookbooks…cause they have the best recipes.

I am thankful for good health.  I am thankful for the opportunity to live in safety and peace.  I am thankful for the right to worship the one true God without persecution.  I am thankful for clean water and higher education.  

I am thankful for coffee and I am thankful for photos.  I am thankful for stilettos (which I rarely wear anymore!) and Sex in the City reruns.  I am thankful for our travel trailer.  I am thankful for riding lawnmowers.  I am thankful for good music and the effect it can have on your entire day.  I am thankful for my Granny and her example of love and kindness.  She, and my Mother, are women I would like to be like.  I am thankful for Old Country music because it reminds my of my childhood.

I am thankful for the big and small.  The tangible and intangible.  I am thankful for the barely auditory whispers in my life and the big glaring awesomeness.  It doesn’t begin or end…it just is.  It is my life as I live it day to day.  Not perfection.  Not gumdrops.  Rather, it is a menagerie that moves in cycles…day in and day out…bringing me more than I could have ever asked for.  More than I could ever have hoped for.  Filling me up with so much love that it spills over and yet I still wonder if I could ever give back to those around me enough to let them know…

Cause I have so much spare time!

My new craft...

So, if you remember, I had some trouble with a particular craft.  Having that ugly thing out on my counter staring at me was like torture.  I could just hear it laughing at me and my ineptitude .  A woman can only take so much…so I tried again.  Whats the phrase?  If at first you don’t succeed…tie, tie again.  Yes, I think that is definitely how it goes.

So I did.  I got some ribbon out and went to town (well, really I just sat in my kitchen floor…but who’s paying that much attention?)!  I must admit that I think it is a definate improvement.  This one doesn’t look quite so haggard.  Right…

blackberry…what!?! what?!?

We are out visiting some friends that I absolutely love. Please pray for peace and health in their home as they are dealing with illness.
While most folks watch the Falcons I have found something awesome…the power of mobile blogging! If any of you folks run across Santa Clause let him know a BlackBerry is at the top of my wish list :) I think this could be addictive…

Leaves, Leaves, Everywhere!

One of my very favorite things about Old Haggard was the 3.5 acres that came along with it.  We have room to run, jump…heck…we could even sashay if we felt like it.  In my mind I saw kids running through the yard with dogs hot on their heels.  I imagined a small orchard of apples, pears, and peaches.  I did not however imagine cutting grass for 12 hours or raking leaves for days.  Isn’t it funny how you never think of the stinky things when you buy a house. 

Well, I am the family lawn mower.  Not by force, but rather by choice.  Those twelve precious hours I am out on the lawn mower with my ipod there are no screaming Violets, no stinky hieneys, no husbands looking for things.  It is just me and the mower and of course the almost human sized grasshoppers that inhabit this little piece of Earth.  It is as close to a “I am woman hear me roar” moment as I get.

All that to say: of the land issues…the mowing doesn’t bother me a bit.  The leaves, however, are abundant and take signifigantly more work than riding around in circles for twelve hours.  We attempted to prune some trees and rake the roadside portion of our yard today.  I must admit that I hated it.  The only fun I had was watching V enjoy her very first leaf pile. 

So, if you happen to be out our way with a rake, some extra energy, and 74 badillion lawn/leaf bags feel free to stop by and lend a hand.  Otherwise, enjoy the only part of today’s yard work I enjoyed!