Tag!!!

Latree tagged me a million years ago, and I guess it's better late than never, right?

Questions:1. What were you doing 10 years ago?I was graduating from high school! Wow!

2. What are 5 things on your "To Do" list?
Go to the pharmacy
Housework...ugggh!
Shop for food
Paint my toe nails
Water my ferns (which are in the process of dying a slow death.)

3. What are 5 snacks you enjoy? (In no specific order)
Cookies
Cake
Ice cream
brownies
Basically, anything loaded in sugar and saturated fat...

4. Name some things you would do if you were a millionaire.
Open my own school
Travel
Get a pool
Start an organization that focuses on social reform and provides homes for neglected and abused kids. (I am sure that would be super easy!)

5. Name some places where you've lived.
Georgia...um...that is all! (Funny fact, I lived in the same house my entire life until I went to college, and my parents still live there.)

6. Name some bad habit you have.
Biting my nails
Picking at my thumbs...gross!!!!


7. Name some jobs you've had.
School teacher, bank courier, BBQ slinger, Fish fryer...I have done everything!

8. Name those whom you are tagging. (If you want to.)
pregnantly plump, mip, are you serious

Murphy's Law is My Life

Home sweet home! Loved the beach, but glad to be home. As it turns out, my life is a living explanation of Murphy's Law. Let me explain...

We packed antibiotics and steroids for the beach trip. Mini-Hunk's doctor okayed the trip despite his awful cough. Well, all was well until about 2 days in. On day 3, pink eye settled into not one...but both of his eyes.

I felt like the worst mom ever, on a trip with my sick boy. By Friday, (when we were headed home) he looked much better. At a stop for a diaper change, we found huge hives all over my sweet baby. (My husband and I both mumbled words that I can't mention due to my own request for no potty mouth...but you can imagine.) We called the doctor who told us to come on over. So, we did. What's another hour after 5???

Now, we are on the lookout for food or environmental triggers for the hives. (Which should be fun since the Hunk now passes time by eating the stray pieces of dryer lint and licking the air vents.)

On the bright side, the Mini Hunk loved the beach, and I did get some cute pics. (Don't worry...they are from the pre-eye goop part of the trip.)

Isn't he precious?

Much Needed Break

Hello Blogsville!
I am so excited. We are heading out in the AM for a much needed break! I feel okay leaving my mom now. (For those of you who do not tune in regularly, she just had surgery.) She made her first real trip to Wal-mart today. I am so proud. And let's face it... if she needs anything while I am gone...she can get it at Wal-mart.

In my grand luck, I married into a wonderful family with a fabulous time share at the beach. So, we are now packed to the gills with baby gear and ready to go. The poor car is crammed with seats, strollers, pack-n-plays, diapers, etc, etc, etc. My hubby had to get a big bag to strap on top of the car for more baby paraphernalia. It is tripping me out that this 21 pound, tiny boy calls for all this stuff! Our first, real trip with the baby. Wish us luck!

Kids are Funny

So, the Mini Hunk has hundreds of amazing toys that light up, dance and sing. However, what does he love????? The spatula. He's so attached I can't get it away...or use it....ever. I watched him play and carry the thing for a while, but I got worried about him gagging himself with the stick end of it. He screamed bloody murder when I took it. Finally, I traded it for a hairbrush. I guess we are on the barter system now...oh boy!

A Moment for Comic Relief

OK, so my life is a little crazy right now! I am taking care of my mom and kid. A great grandmother just stayed with us for over a week. I had an Usborne show this week (which went well by the way.) And now, my Mini Hunk has his first official cold. We are off to the doctor in just an hour or so. In light of all the chaos, I just thought I would share this funny story with you. (I just laugh to keep from crying.)

My husbands great grandmother (precious-cute old lady) really loves fried food. We NEVER eat fried food at home. I have NO idea how to fry anything. So, I call up my sweet aunt, and she gives me step by step instructions on frying okra. Her detailed instructions reeked of her wisdom in the kitchen.

She made it sound super easy, and so I attacked the challenge full force. Well, about the time that I am heating the oil, my Mini Hunk starts screaming. I leave for just an instant. When I return, little greasy fireworks are exploding from my pan! I freak!!!! I pull the pan off the heat, thinking this will help. Not so much. The grease begins to explode all over everything! Finally, I smother the oil with a towel, and I resolve that I am officially incompetent in the kitchen.

So, now I have grease spots all over my cabinets to remind me everyday that I should leave fried food to the professionals... like McDonald's and Wendy's. Hope you enjoyed my stupidity!

My Mother

Hello Blogsland,

I am going to be out of touch for a week or so. My precious mother had surgery, and I am struggling to stay afloat. Anyway, if you are the praying kind...say a prayer for her. She is doing well, but the next week will be very painful.

As soon as I get a moment, I will check on my blog pals. Miss ya'll already! :)