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Magnolias
may show up in the place you least expect them.
Like the allergist’s office.

That is, if you live in the South.
And, you have allergies.

Sometimes it seems that allergies like living in the South.
I can’t say I blame them.

Look at those magnolias.

(I am saying this in the nicest way possible and to whoever the cowardice anonymous commenter is, please disregard these pictures of my children, they just seem to jump into so many of my photos – the subject here is most definitely the magnolias)

I have to say that this week I experienced a first.
I was grateful to be at the allergist.
Even though it means that Bella’s lungs don’t agree with the South.

Don’t you?…


…wish your kids
were this cute?
I mean, seriously.
You know
that they aren’t.
I am considering making an offer for surrogacy.

“What, Jada, did you say that you like french fries? How ’bout the whole bag? Donna, I want to give her the whole bag, is that ok? She deserves it. She makes America such a better place to live, just by being so beautiful.”

It should be fun…
…but for me, it isn’t!
Really, I know, none of you will get it.
Remember, I am not your typical housewife.
I would rather pay someone to do the decorating.
I just want to love the man.
His office could be a semi-truck for all I care.
If it was, I could join him, and maybe go new places.
I hope this office will take me somewhere someday.
Somewhere other than a furniture or craft store.
And, I hope it will make him enough money to leave the next office
in the hands of a truly crafted designer.





I do admit, I did enjoy putting my photos in frames.
It may have been worth the other twenty hours of torture.
Feel free to leave your feedback.
As long as you are willing to come and make the change.
Our friends went by to see LG’s office today.
I just asked him what their favorite part was.
He said it was the bathroom.
Go figure…I knew that all that work was pointless.
He should start meeting people in the tub.
Do you think that would be in line with the ethics code?

Another place

When I get sick of being home.

Because it’s just so boring.

There are places I like to go.

Some are close.

Some are far.

Some are fiction.

Some are real.

Some are beautiful.

Some aren’t.

Some are happy.

Some are sad.

Some are all of the above.

And, some can’t help but be my favorite.

Life just got better
and so did my ride.
Do you remember my bumper sticker post?
Well, Sheila did.
Check out the two newest additions to my minivan.
“Mom’s taxi”
and my favorite:
“Warning! Blogger known to photograph while driving.”
I just love when people find words of perfection, especially in magnet material.
These most definitely belong on the back of my minivan.

THANK YOU SHEILA. I will love you forever.

Fulfilling my duty
Everyone is pestering me. EVERYONE…not just you blogging stalkers!
Here is a post, just to calm you people down and to fulfill my duty to the blogging world.
If I were to let my hair down right now, it might look like this beautiful, yet crazy. flower.
It would most definitely be standing on end.

I am overwhelmed. I have been very busy. I am tired.

I often try to find comfort from nature. At times, I just need an escape from my frazzled mind.

This photo pretty much sums up how much “calming comfort” I have been finding lately.

Did I mention that I am tired?

So, there you have it.

I expect at least twenty more blurker comments before I will force myself to post again.

[ And they don’t all have to be from you Sheila 🙂 ]

Of course, I am hoping for the morning to be lucky for me.

I am going to bed before 10 pm for the first time in three weeks.

Shrek



What do you do on Mother’s Day when your dad is at church all day
and your mom doesn’t feel good?

Dress up. Of course.

The dress up is not the tricky part. It’s the choice of characters that is complicated.

If you choose an hogre and his mighty steed Donkey, you make a statement.

The statement is:
” I choose to be in the bath scrubbing this marker off of my face for the rest of the evening.”
We don’t need princesses in this family. We are all about originality. (and scrubbing of course)