Plans change...and then there's Nick at Night

Ok peeps...a new countdown has begun. The trip that my Uncle and Aunt from California were going to make to visit us here has been postponed for a bit. But it's ok!! They will be flying in to Tennessee to meet Ches and I when we roadtrip it in from Florida! Woot! That's going to be very exciting! Ok..so now the closets can be once again be peeked in to.

On a different note, I find myself staying up late some nights watching old reruns of Roseanne, Golden Girls and whatever else is on Nick at Night. Now mind you, I've more than likely seen every episode of these shows (every.single.one) yet I'll just stay awake watching these shows and thinking about how old I was when I first saw that episode, or where I was living or what I was doing. I remember watching Golden Girls thinking...those ol ladies are ca~razy and when I get older I wanna have a group of ladies around me just like that. I mean whats not to love about hanging out with your best friends eating cheesecake at 1 in the morning?! Then Roseanne. I know some people may not like that show but I LOVED it. It showed a family with struggle but a family that had love. It was an unconventional, they were rowdy and hard workers, a house full of laughter and compassion. I saw that and longed to be a part of the Connor family. Roseanne and Dan seemed to be the ideal parents to me for some reason.
It's funny how I watched it then and what I learned from it as a young teen, and now as an adult I watch it and learn all over again.
oh...And I reallllly hated it when they won the lottery. Really.

Just another quickie

I know I should really be a bit more diligent about posting new blogs about the daily goings on in my life and the lives of the ones I love but geez...if I did that I would NEVER shuddup!! But I'll give you a quick rundown~

1. My house is clean, but not clean enough for the company (Uncle Danny and Aunt Karyn) that will be here from California in 6 days. Note...don't look under the beds cause that's where a lot of crap will be hidden. No, seriously. ;)

2. Found out that the airlines Chesney and I will be flying on charge $15 dollars PER BAG. What?! So, I'd rather spend my money on worthwhile things like new bathing suits and flip flops and cheesy/tacky gifts to bring back home..Ches and I MUST figure out a way to pack all our stuff into one suitcase, albeit GINORMOUS suitcase to make it worth it.

3. Airlines I say? Flight? Oh, did I forget to mention that we will be flying to Florida next month to visit my beautiful Aunts Angie and Sherry and their families? Oh no? Well, we are! Control your jealousy please! :)

4. I am not defined by my hair. It's just hair. My long, thick, brunette hair. Ahhh, the good ol days. That's all I'm saying, you'll have to see for yourself.

5. David is by far the greatest clothes folder. Ever. Now if I can just get him to put away those expertly folded clothes.

6. Come on TBall, Dallas is ready for ya! That kid's gonna be a star I tell ya!

7. Oh, and I'm almost 34. Woot?

Boo Boo's and Band-Aids

Remember when you were a kid and you got a little scrape, boo boo, owie or whatever your little name was for it and your (insert care giver/make it better person here) would clean it all up, put some medicine on it and gently blow on it to tame the sting then put a band aid on it and somehow it all felt better? The thing probably didn't even need a band aid you just wanted it cause the whole process of getting it made you feel better. And if it was a fancy one with a character on it or was anything other than a plain old tan one you instantly felt better and ran off to show the thing to everyone!! Then you got older and were told to "buck up", "quit crying", "it's not that big of a deal" And you felt all let down and you had to comfort yourself AND get your own damn band aid. Yea...hmmm, the good old days.

Which brings me to this....I don't ever want to stop giving out the kisses and band aids. In all senses of the sort. From little to big kids...we all sometimes need a kiss and hug and a "it'll feel better soon, I promise" from time to time. Sometimes just hearing someone you care about tell you everything's gonna be ok...really makes you feel like it will. No matter what the situation is just knowing that someone else thinks it's gonna be better puts a little band aid on your heart or mind and you feel better. Mind you the owie is still under there but you somehow feel lighter, a little less hurt and a little more~ well, safe. So if any of you ever feel like you need a band aid for any reason...I'll do my best to wrap ya up and make you feel better. Cause everything really is going to be OK.

I write all this while having a Curious George band~aid on my right index finger. Did I really need it? Probably not, but it feels a little better all wrapped around it. It's safe from the element of air or laundry detergent as I do yet another load. I also have one on my heart cause someone I love told me it was going to get better....and it has.

Forgive

Everyone has had a moment (or two) in life where forgiveness has either been asked of or needed. People say, "oh, just forgive and forget" or "all's forgiven".
Well, the word "FORGIVE" has been heavy on my heart lately. Really almost consuming. I don't know if it's ME that needs FORGIVEN or if FORGIVENESS needs to be asked of me. Probably and most likely, it's both. Sometimes this comes easy and other times it's the hardest thing anyone can ask, or give. I wonder if it's easier to just say "sorry" or "I love you" or even an "I've missed you". Hmmm. I have some thinking to do. I think maybe this quote I found a while back can help me...

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.
~Hannah More~

Oh where do I begin?

I can't even begin to begin! It's that insane, incredible, blessed, awesome, spectacular I have not fully grasped it yet. Folks, I have found family. The McNeal's that is. It's such a long story and I'm at work (kinda working, kinda not) so I can't get into a whole lot but I'll just say this for now, I AM LOVED. And I LOVE THEM RIGHT BACK.

Ches vs. Penelope Cruz

So, Chesney and I are in my room last night. I'm in the closet trying to get it back in the order that I like it as I have NO IDEA how I let it all go to hell. I'm talking clothes everywhere, shoes here and there and God only knows how many bras hanging from whatever protruding anything they can. Plus the small dresser in my closet runneth the hell over. Inside and on top of it. Clothes, perfume, makeup, hairties, bobby pins, change, movie stubs, tags from new clothes and the shopping bags from those new clothes. Get the picture here? Chesney is on the bed with the tv on watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 (we love that show but damn, Kate can be such a biatch!) and she's doing Spanish homework. We're just in there, together. Not doing much talking, only bits and pieces here and again. But I stopped in the middle of the mess in the closet and looked up at her. My 16 year old girl. I wondered why she was in there with me instead of her room, music blaring, texting, and doing homework. I immediately shook off the thought and just decided that she WANTED to be in there with me. Just to be close. I wasn't going to ask her or question it any farther. I loved her being in the room with me for no reason.
Then she asks me a question. Spanish homework question. Now, I know a bit of Spanish. I lived in Spain with my dad for a year or so back in the day and had a Spanish stepmother so I had to pick up a lil bit didn't I? Anyways, she asks me the question which is "blah blah blah, Spanish something, blah Spanish, blah Spanish."
I really tried to understand. Tried to help her, but for the life of me, I have absolutely NO CLUE as to what she just said!! So, I just sit on the edge of the bed, handful of clothes in hand, and say just that.
Me..."Ches, I have no clue."
Then Ches says, (deadpans) "Oh,so when Penelope Cruz gave her acceptance speech for her Oscar last night and at the end says a whole bunch of Spanish you can rattle off the translation to me but I ask you a lil 2nd year Spanish question and you can't answer it?"
Me..."Ya, pretty much."
Ches.."OK, just checking."

We go about our business of cleaning the closet, doing Spanish homework and watching Jon and Kate Plus 8. Ah, that's good times right there.

And thennnn

I'm feeling kind of restless right now. Don't really know why. I feel like doing something yet...feel like doing nothing. Ying Yang. Pish Posh. My days are always filled with lots of things going on. Between BBall games and family and friends and work and every single thing that fills up my normal day I, like I'm sure many other women either wish there was an extra hour or two in the day or we wish there was a couple less. I mean, if there is less that 24 hours would we be spared time? Probably not. What is it that I'm talking about? I have no idea. I'm rambling. ugh.
That's better.

Now...tonight I'm going to Amy's and she's hooking me up with a much needed and warmly appreciated pedicure! You know wanna know how I know she's like one of THE most AWESOME friends ever? She is TOTALLY afraid of dry cotton balls but is still going to hook me up with a pedi!! Now back to this dry cotton ball thing. Don't laugh. Ok, laugh a lil bit. But seriously, the girl can't stand it dry...but if it's soaked with polish remover, she's good.
Then, or is after the pedi...we are going to ATB to get our spray on. Tan that is. Hey, it's better than fake baking. The smell of it is only slightly offensive. :) The smell only lasts for a bit (thank the Lord) so it's worth it. But dang, I'm looking sunned and fabulous!! HEHE
AND THEN....I'm coming home to wash this gray right outta my hair. Yep, I said it. Ugh. Grays. Foxy Brown is the color I go with everytime. LOVE IT.
AND THENNN.... I'm going to bed. Late as usual I'm sure.

So now that everyone knows my bid~ness, Peace and Love y'all!!

I know...I know!

It's been a while. Ok...so a long while but dang I've been busy. Or kinda. I don't know what I've been. It's been a long story the last few weeks. I'll get around to telling it. All's well, things have changed a bit, and life is going on.
More later, but not too much later.

Beauty Queen of only 16...

Dress~$70.00

Snowball Dance ticket~$5.00

Seeing my little girl looking SPECTACULARLY STUNNING~~~

Priceless

I don't wanna be at work right now

But, here I sit. Behind my desk. At work.
It's not bad here,nope,not at all even. I actually like my job. It's just that, well...there are a few other things I'd rather be doing.

Bungee Jumping. Hey, I've done it once before. Since I lived, I'd like to do it again.

Making my own Root Beer. My totally awesome friend Amy brought me some A&W today and so help me they have the best rootbeer! I've got to find/steal that recipe!!

Manicure. My nails look decent but oh my it would feel fantastic to have my hands softened, preened and massaged.

Licking the bowl. I pretty much don't care what's in said bowl. It's usually always something yummy and more than likely chocolate.

Take a hike. Literally. Camp Horizon is calling my name...shhh, can you hear it too?

I'm realizing this list could go on and on my friends so I'll just stop for now.

But tell me this....What would YOU rather be doing? Because in addition to the above, I'd rather be reading my friends blogs than being at work ;)