Another Blogosphere Game!

Okay, so I’ve told you that I’ve recently gotten really into this blogosphere world, and I’m loving it! I’m participating in an interview, which SoMi recently participated in. Here are the rules:

1. I must refer you to SoMi’s post where I got this idea

2. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And your e-mail address, please.)
3. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions!
4. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
5. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
6. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

So, here were SoMi’s questions for me:

(1) Name only one blogger you really respect and tell me why. Just one? Gee whiz. . . . I respect all of y’all. I’ll tell you why I respect Jennifer. Sometimes the best friendships are ones that kind of happen in random ways, you know? I have gotten to know Jennifer through a mutual friend, and in recent years, Jennifer’s been crushed, her world’s been turned upside down, and she has been heart broken beyond explanation. The beautiful thing, though, is Jennifer is today, one of the most amazing Godly women I know. She has faced her battles with faith like a child, she has embraced the new life God’s given her with such gusto and enthusiasm! I’m one of many, many friends Jennifer has, and it’s so easy to be her friend because she’s so full of life, excitement, warmth, and grace. She’s the true epitome of a Christian Southern Lady, and I’m proud to call her my friend.

(2) If you had to pick a non-urban, U.S. destination in which to vacation for a week, where would you go?

White Salmon, Washington!

Tim’s aunt and uncle live there, and the pictures I’ve seen are beautiful! With a population of just over 2,200, this is definitely a non-urban destination!!!

(3) If you had $500 to spend on housing, food and entertainment for the trip mentioned in (2), how would you spend it? Since we’d stay with Cindy and George, I’d spend $500 on food for the fam and fun times from hiking Dog Mountain to touring wineries and anything inbetween!

(4) Tell me about one person with whom you've lost touch. If you hope for a reunion, how would you like that reunion to take place? It would have to be Kristin, a friend from high school. Actually, Kristin went to school with me in kindergarten, too, but moved to California. She returned for her senior year, and we were instantly close friends. We remained close through college, even living together for a few months. When I graduated and returned to Macon, Kristin and I were roommates in a guest house together. Let’s just say I ended up moving out, losing money and a friend. She moved for work, and we really haven’t spoken since. . . . then the wonderful world of Facebook intervened, and I found her mother (or did she find me?) and Kristin. We’ve chatted briefly via Facebook, and while I miss her friendship dearly, I know I always will. It seems as though she’s happy now, and that’s really all that matters. We both grew up and are different people, I suppose. . . . Ah, thus is life. Reunion? Doubtful. . . .

(5) In 2008, what was your biggest achievement and your biggest failure/disappointment? Would becoming an aunt be an achievement?!?! Probably not so much since I really did nothing except cheer on my sister through labor and dote on Ellie ever since! So, my biggest achievement of ‘08 would definitely be running my first half marathon. What an experience! I’m especially proud since I really have only been running for less than a year! 2008 was such a great year for me, being a newlywed, watching my sister and brother in law become parents. . . but the disappointments would be losing a dear friend to cancer and losing my Pepoppie to stroke. Amy was just too young, and Pepoppie’s illness was so brief that I’m not sure it’s hit me yet that he’s really gone. Life is so fragile.

So, there you have it, friends! Hit me up, and I'll send you questions so you can play along, too! Happy New Year! Stay safe!

These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

My my my, what a Christmas we had! Here are a few of my favorite things - or memories - from Christmas 2008.

Grove Park Inn, Asheville, North Carolina ~ Where we stayed on our First Anniversary Trip!

The Biltmore Estate, which we toured during our stay in Asheville

A tree full of presents before the opening madness takes place

My precious hubby sleeping soundly on Christmas morning. I tried to wake him up, and he rolled over and said, "How bout you go and tell me how it was?" Later in the day, he did not remember saying that at all!

Gizmo, the Slocum's dog, got toys for Christmas. A few hours later, his green bone was all chewed up. Here he fell asleep with stuffing all around him and his beloved carrot a few feet away!






Need I say more? My hubby and my niece together in one shot!

My precious sisser! Okay, so I look like I'm a little happy or excited to see her! Step off!

Precious Eleanor Grace McMenamy

Given our many blessing of 2008, I cannot wait to see what 2009 will bring!

5 Senses Wish List

So I’m becoming totally addicted to Google Reader. There are so many great writers in blogland, and I am always intrigued to read what others are experiencing, thinking, or feeling. During one of my most recent blogland stalks, I found out about 20SB’s Blog Carnival. Fun times! Bloggers may pick from one of the following topics:

1. A wish-list of 5 items, one for each sense (that's an item for sight, one for smell, etc)
2. A wish-list of things you want that are free
3. A wish-list of things you would sneak under the tree for yourself, age 13

While they all sound super fun, I choose to complete a wish-list of 5 items, one for each sense. Here goes. . .

Sense of Sight: A Fireplace! Oh, how I long for a fireplace in our home! Not only is it super comforting, but the sheer sight of a burning fire is totally captivating to the eyes! This could also be a wish for my sense of smell as there is nothing as great as the smell of a burning fire and for my sense of hearing. My goodness, isn’t the crackle of a fire so comforting?

Sense of Smell: An eternal “smell good” for our home that doesn’t bother Tim. Most of the plug-ins or candles that I prefer give Tim a head ache. I grew up in a home where you could “eat the walls” as one of my sister’s friends once said, so I love for a home to smell delicious!

Sense of Touch: I want a blanket of my own that’s fuzzy and warm on one side and silky and cool on the other. You know, like the baby blankets! Why can’t we adults have one, too? And no, please refrain from giving me one of those shlanket things that are out this season. You know, the blanket that has sleeves in it like it's also a sweater?

Sense of Hearing: a Bose speaker system for our home. I have loved listening to Pandora this Christmas season; type in Peaceful Christmas, and your computer speakers come alive with the likes of Jim Brickman and other calming, soothing Christmas carols. Only at the Slocum house, you must be in the office or maybe in one of the bedrooms to hear the music. And then this morning, Tim tells me how his hotel room (he’s in Orlando for work) has speakers in the bathroom, so he listened to SportsCenter while showering this morning. How cool is that!?!?!

Sense of Taste: Starbucks coffee brewed fresh daily in our Cuisinart coffee maker every day on its own!

There you have it! What is your wish list? Do tell!!!!

One Year Down, a Lifetime to Go! Who knew marriage could be so much fun? Such a blessing? It’s absolutely amazing! I continue to fall in love with Tim more and more each day. And today, it’s super easy to fall in love with him all over again, because we celebrate our First Anniversary today! Yep, it’s hard to believe it’s been an entire year since this. . . .

And

But it has been a year! Despite what so many told us, the first year really was so much fun! We’d been warned about how hard it might be, but we’ve really been blessed with a remarkable year that’s been full of fun, laughs, memories, and love love love!!!!!

Tonight we’re using Ally’s wedding gift ~ a gift certificate to Natalia’s ~ and treating ourselves to a delightfully scrumptious dinner at Macon’s finest restaurant. Yummy! Thanks again, Ally!

Best of all, I'm still this giddy

And to think we’ve only just begun. . . .

Birthday Poem(s)

This is more of a selfish post, really. I just want to make sure I document this for my own personal sake.

The most random talent I have is that I can make up silly, gay little poems at the drop of the hat. Any given day, you're likely to hear me singing to the dogs or Tim, making up the song as I go. So, with Brad's (Brad is Jodi's husband) birthday yesterday, I had the perfect opportunity to put this talent to good use! Here's what I sent him:

Happy Birthday, Brad! It’s the Big 3-0, but don’t be blue!
Long ago, we thought 30 was old, now we know that’s not true!
With Jodi beside you, Lawson and Bella in tow,
You’re sure to have a blast in your 30s, may your life glow
With happiness and love Tim & B wish you
A happy birthday and a great year, too!

Much love ~ B & Tim

Only Brad Sappe would have a snazzier, snappier response:

YO, YO,……… YO, YO, YO!
B,
Thanks for the rhyme,
It was sure on Time.
Friends like you help get me through,
It hasn’t been easy but you’ve sure been kind.
I’m glad you and Tim have been friends of mine.
As I start this journey on my next 30 years,
With Christ by my side I should have no fears.
I’m gonna truly enjoy my family.
Spend time with Bella, Lawson and my wife Jodi.

WORD TO YA MUTHA!!!!

Peace, I’m out

I love it! We have all laughed over this and will do so for many more times, I am sure. Happy Birthday, Brad. We're proud to call you a friend!

I’m new to google reader, and I’m really liking it. Only I find myself reading too many blogs during the day while I should be working. . . . oops! Skinkering Hearts is one of a handful of blogs I love reading just b/c she’s such a great writer. SH recently posted on contradictions in her life, and I couldn’t help but smile while reading it. I, too, am full of contradictions in my life and in my preferences. . .

- I’m the first to jump at a chance to eat whatever I please but also the first to complain about being overweight.

- Like SH, I like raw carrots but cannot stand them cooked. Something about the texture just turns my insides out.

- I like ketchup. . . . sometimes. Not always and not only at certain restaurants. Today I might want ketchup for my fries at Chick fil A, but tomorrow I might not. Totally depends on my mood
- I never have played rec sports or school sports, but I am extremely competitive all the same.

- I love to tuck my toes under Tim’s legs when we go to bed, and my hands are always also tucked under my pillow, but I cannot begin to imagine falling asleep with my head tucked under the covers.

- I am sure I’m claustrophobic but I oftentimes wake up with my entire body, head included, under the covers. So if I end up that way in my sleep, does that mean it’s all in my head?

- I love to eat shrimp, crab, and lobster. Tuna, most salmon, and any other fishy-fish grosses me out.

- I really want to be a faster runner, but I really hate getting up early in the morning for the gym.

- I’ve been known to only like “real” plots for movies and books. You know, no science fiction or the like, please. But I’ve become totally engrossed in the Twilight series. Tell me when vampires and werewolves became “real”?

- I love watching medical shows that show surgeries, blood, guts, and all the gory stuff. I often wonder if I should be a nurse. But I almost fainted twice during my niece’s birth a couple of weeks ago!

- I can talk to anyone until I’m blue in the face, but I could never sell a coat to an Eskimo.

- I listen to songs like “Walkin on Sunshine” and “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” while running, but my running hero – Amber, that’s you! – prefers techno and can’t imagine running to my music!

- I can’t stand cleaning a tub but I’ll clean a toilet any day of the week.

Ha! After reading this, I’m sure I’ve only skimmed the surface, and to think. . . . a couple of years ago, I honestly asked Tim, “Am I high maintenance?” No wonder he just smiled and kept quiet. God bless my husband's heart. . . .

Bah Humbug setting in?

I’m annoyed that. . . .

1. I’ve waited til the 10th of December to make some decisions about Tim’s Christmas and things are either out of stock or on back order. I’m pretty much back to square one with the exception of one thing. Ick!!

2. It’s warm outside and rainy. Maybe the rain will bring cooler weather?

3. My tummy hurts and my work neighbor just got back today after battling a stomach bug for days. . . . certainly I’ve not gotten it?!?!?!

4. It’s not easy to be a faster runner

5. We have friends who are experiencing heartache – again – with a miscarriage. I don’t understand God’s plan in this. Really, I don’t. They love each other and they love God. Why won’t God give them the desires of their heart?

6. There will always be Negative Nancies at work. . . . or in life

7. I left those negative people hurt my feelings or bother me.

8. My new brown boots already have scuff marks on the toes. That’s what I get for buying cheap shoes, I guess!

9. John Tesh’s radio show is the only Christmas music radio station I can get in my office. He annoys me!!!

10. Nothing sounds good for lunch, so I’m just waiting for something to ring my bell!

11. I don’t have the patience of Job with someone who honestly can’t help it that he / she is aggravating as homemade sin. Seriously.

12. I’m letting the tiny things I’ve mentioned bother me! The big things are worth being annoyed (refer to Number 5).

Gee whiz. . . I’m going to lunch!

Is that real blonde hair? Because it should be. . .

Friday night was GNO! Also known as Girls Night Out, me and 5 of my closest, dearest friends, get together as often as possible for dinner, drinks, and fun times! This being December, we did an ornament swap, too! That was fun, if I must say so myself! We took ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, added some “rights” and “lefts” to the story, and I read it aloud. Each time I said “right”, you gave your ornament to the person to your right. Each time I said “left”, we gave our ornaments to the person to our left! It was fun fun fun, and I ended up with one precious ornament from Jamie!

We had a great dinner at the Brick in the ‘ville ~ Fun Times! ~ and enjoyed catching up with each other and everyone bragged on babies!

The conversation turned to the man / woman who had a baby last summer and is pregnant again, which apparently silenced Barbara Walters, according to Robyn. Robyn and Carol talked about how this person lives as a man but still has woman organs, so it’s really not that big of a deal that he’s having a baby. . . or is it? Anyway, before I knew it, everyone at the table is totally engrossed in this story, and they are referring to this notorious pregnant person as “Shim”. I finally say, “I heard the story but I didn’t follow it as closely as y’all. I’m impressed you know his name is Shim!”

Umm. . . everyone promptly started laughing and told me his name isn’t Shim! They’re calling him She-him ~ Sheim! Ahhhh, I get it now!

Daffy Aunt B Here

All my life I’ve heard people say, “Oh when it’s your own child, things are so different.” Blah blah blah. . . a week ago, though, my sister made me an aunt, and low-and-behold, all those folks know what they are talking about, I am sure! And I am just the aunt! Is it really just that Ellie’s is my sister’s baby? Or is she just as precious as I am convinced she is?

Tim and I are kind of behind many of our friends when it comes to marrying and having families. We’re still happy-as-can-be newlyweds having a blast being married! While we’re not ready for kids of our own, we do love when we spend time with any of our many friends who have babies or kids. Whether it’s a Friday night of pizza and piling onto Lawson’s “ship” (his bed) to get out of the "water" (his bedroom floor) and watching Bella laugh at Tim or if it’s a dinner out with Shaun and Laura watching Hannah smile at strangers, play with the crayons, and eat the crayons. . . . we do enjoy spending time with these kids of our friends!

But sometimes, I’ve found myself thinking some people are a little obsessed with their children. I mean, how many times do we have to stop our conversation to watch Cute little Baby hold a French fry?

And then my sister went and had a baby of her own.

Saturday afternoon I realized I was one of three adults hovering over a 5 day old baby sleeping soundly in her bassinette, all three of us holding cameras fighting to capture Ellie’s every move. Seriously! She’s sleeping, folks! Just sleeping. . . . We’ve gotten pictures of Ellie with her hand on her chin like she’s thinking, one where her pinky’s by her mouth like Dr. Evil, one where both of Ellie’s hands are up behind her head like she’s truly laid back and relaxed. . . and then this one:
She was disgusted about the Dawgs losing to Tech. Just disgusted. Yep, I’m daffy about this little angel! They say babies grow up too fast, and they do. But I watched a toddler today walking to her Daddy’s car, holding her Daddy’s hand, and she was chatting away and looking up at her Daddy like he hung the moon, and I thought, “Oh, I can’t wait for Ellie to know us like that, to be excited to see her Aunt B come pick her up, to be telling her Aunt B which playground she wants to go to, which slide she wants to go down, which flavor ice cream she wants. . . . Ahhh, yes, life will never be the same!

And I couldn't be happier about that!

Christmas Decorating at its Best!

Last Christmas was such a blur with our wedding taking center stage that I hardly remember much of the actual season. Don’t get me wrong, we had a fantastic Christmas, but it was really full of wedding bliss!

So, as we decorated for Christmas this year, it was so much fun! I feel like just about everything we have is a new gift! I’ve been full of oohs and aahhhs as I unpack our Christmas decorations! I totally forgot about our sweet nativity set that Karen and Lee Swann gave us! And the precious chip and dip set a cohort gave us? Totally forgot about it, too! I was also pumped to find the cute snowman sugar and creamer set that Mrs. Stella from Gordon gave us. He’s so cute! Oh, and the fat Santa cookie jar that’s so stinkin’ cute he’s our table centerpiece. . . yep, forgot all about him until I opened that box!

So it’s like Christmas is back with gusto at the Slocum house! And we love it!

Another weekend happening was spending lots of time with Miss Ellie! She seemed to enjoy hearing “Glory Glory” while the dawgs were playing, but unfortunately she soon became as disgusted as her Aunt B over the game.


She simply refused to watch. And I don't blame her!

Ellie's Arrival

Amazing.

Incredible.

Wonderful.

A Miracle.

Perfect.

Beautiful.

Meet Eleanor Grace McMenamy, who arrived yesterday, November 25, at 2:36 in the afternoon. . . 6 pounds, 19.25 inches long



The most amazing thing? She is more beautiful today. . .

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well." ~ Psalm 139: 13-14

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Waitin' on Ellie

I’m so stinkin’ excited I can’t concentrate on anything! Jenn goes to the doctor at 10:40 this morning, and we will know if they are inducing tonight or if we just wait. . . . I can tell you this: Dr. Slocumb will have one upset pregnant girl if he says wait. Jenn has been nesting like you would not believe! I am sure their house is spotless – from the roof to the floors. Yes, the roof. Brian was up there yesterday cleaning the gutters out.

Meanwhile ole’ Aunt B over here just keeps busy imagining what Ellie will look like. Will she have Jenn’s big brown eyes? Or Brian’s piercing blues? Will she have her mommy’s monkey toes? Will she suck her thumb? Will she be tiny like Jenn or have potential to be taller like her daddy?

This much I do know. . . Eleanor Grace McMenamy is loved beyond measure already! She has a slew of family and friends waiting on pins and needles for her arrival! We’ll shower her with love all the days of her life.

Ahhhh. . . . I just cannot wait!

In the Midst of a 40-Day Dare

The movie Fireproof received a good bit of media coverage when it was released, and while we haven’t seen it yet, I do want to see it. I’ve been told time and time again that it’s a must-see movie for any married couple ~ Newlyweds like us and those celebrating years upon years of marriage. Monday on my lunch break, I was reading an article about a fireman who watched the movie and was so moved by it that he’s started a support group of sorts for fellow firemen who need help in getting their marriages back on track. Apparently in the movie, there’s a book that’s read by the main character throughout the entire movie. It’s The Love Dare. I was thinking during lunch how I would like to get a copy of the book and read it.

Fast forward just a couple of hours during the day when I go to check my mail here at work. There’s an envelope with The Love Dare in it! It’s from a member of senior management here who owns a Christian bookstore with his wife. He shared with me in a short letter how the store gets many books throughout the year, some are good, some are great. There are also those books that are unbelievably good, and he makes it a point to share those amazing books with friends as he feels God leads him. And he shared The Love Dare with me!

Isn’t God cool like that?

So, I’m on day 4 of this book, and it’s really challenging. Initially, the book breaks it down for you like this: follow these dares explicitly as they are laid out, stick to it for the 40 days, and your marriage is sure to be rewarded.

Day 1: Refrain from saying anything negative to your spouse throughout the day. That, my friends, is easier said than done. Especially when your hubby is who you vent to about everything that’s bothering you! But I think I was successful in this. It really taught me to think for a second before I blurt out a nagging, negative thought.

Day 2: In addition to refraining from saying anything negative to my spouse, I also was dared to do something special and unexpected for him. While he was showering Wednesday morning, I made his shake! It’s a breakfast ritual Tim has ~ a protein shake with milk, flax seed, and fruit. I added yogurt for an extra special fruity flavor! He was so surprised and pleased! It warmed my heart to do something so small and unexpected for him!

Day 3: It didn’t mention refraining from saying negative things, so I let ‘er rip, folks. . . I cussed this and blamed him for that. Nah, that’s not true! What I was charged with yesterday was to buy something for my husband. Where your heart is, there also will be your treasure, right? We spend on things that are important and special to us. While I’d already given Tim a card on Monday thanking him for being an amazing husband and running partner with me during my first half-marathon, I wanted to do something special. So, after Supper Club, I ventured to Kmart, just hoping against all odds, some sort of electronic something would jump out at me. . . Nope. Didn’t happen. I know Tim wants some sort of office radio, but I don’t know if he’d prefer a clock radio-type thing or a good ole’ boom box – which, by the way, now offer plug ins for iPods! So, I decided that’s a gift I want him to pick out. I did leave with a nice, wooden, masculine frame. I had a picture he’d not yet seen of the two of us at the Stars Over Macon Ball. I put the pic in the frame and set it on his dresser. Not 20 minutes later, he found it and was so pleased! He’ll take it to work, just as I’d hoped!

Day 4: Today, I’m to call Tim during the day to touch base with him and see if I can do anything to help him get through his day. Thankfully, we do this everyday. It’s like a pulse-check. How are things going with you? How’s your day? Knowing he’s on his way home from a meeting in Atlanta, I’ll wait until mid-afternoon to check in on my bug.

Get yourself a Love Dare book, if it’s applicable to your life now. I bet you’ll enjoy it like I am enjoying it!

13.1 ~ Done!

Well, we did it! My first half marathon is officially under my belt! It was cold – 27 degree wind chill – and windy. The race had its fair share of hills, and then some! But we did it! What an amazing feeling! Tim ran with me the entire time, and I can’t begin to explain how that encouraged me along the way. I wish I could recount mile by mile how I felt, what I was thinking, etc., but it all kind of runs together now. Here’s what I do remember:

The first 3 miles were a breeze. We were prepared for the cold weather with my Nike fleece head band covering my ears, my long sleeve top, long dry wick pants, gloves, the works! Tim had his cold gear on, too, head to toe. So it felt good to start running; honestly, my lungs never bothered me. That was one thing I was worried about was the cold air in my lungs, but it wasn’t ever an issue!

After the novelty of running wore off, there were hills to be conquered! Lots of hills! And I’ll be the first to admit hills are my weakness! They always beat me! I must pat myself on the back and say I did better on these hills than I’ve ever done before. It’s all in the glutes, I say. Push with your butt, not your knees! It’s workin’ for me!!

By mile 7ish, we were at Turner Field. That was pretty fun and pretty easy to run around. Tim has always wanted to run under the Olympic rings that are at the entrance, and we did! He even said, “I know I’m a nerd, but I’ve always wanted to run under those!” when we were heading that way. I told him he was about to have his chance!

Mile 8 brought more water and Gatorade and some protein chews that helped a lot! But after that, I struggled. Miles 9, 10, and 11 were just flat out boring. You know you’re on the downhill slide to being finished, but you also know you’ve got 4 miles left to run. Prior to the race, I’d collected all these warm fuzzy running quotes and sent them out to Tim and our friends who also ran. You know, things like, “All it takes is all you got!” and “Learn to run when feeling the pain: then push harder.” Well, the only quote I could think of was “run like hell and get it over with!” I know, right? Forget the warm fuzzy thoughts. Just get it done! But it worked!

Our time was 2 hours 44 minutes. I’d loved to have done it in 2:30, but that’s just not realistic given my current running pace. When I was honest with myself, I was hoping to do it in less than 2:45, and I did! The cool thing about running in a big race like this was that as we crossed the finish line, they announced our names over this loud speaker! Crazy! I am still amazed at that!! Here we are with our friends, David and Lisa Lee, shortly after we finished!

So, it’s over, said and done. We’re sore but not terribly sore. I’m 3 pounds lighter than I was Friday, and I was stoked about that until a friend informed me that’s not good; it’s severe dehydration!?!!? Nevertheless, we’re proud! We did it! I honestly can’t believe it! The most amazing part of all? We weren’t even out of the Zooma parking lot before we were all talking about our next half marathon. . . . ah, the running bug has bitten us good!

Did I really sign us up for this?

It's here. . . tomorrow morning, 7am. Atlantic Station. We're running a half marathon. Yep, 13.1 miles. Scary, huh!?!?! Scarier: I signed us up for this! What was I thinking? Seriously, we're excited about it. We're running with three of our friends, and we know it'll be an experience we'll never forget.

So, Tim and I had our bibs and shirts mailed to us. Here's the shirt: Look closely. It says it was a half marathon and a 5K. Sooo, I might've run the half but I might've run a 5K? Seriously? I want my shirt to specifically say I ran the half marathon. Gee Whiz, people!?!? Alas, I will get over it. . .

So, wish us luck! Say some prayers for both of us and our friends. Rumor is it's a hilly course; add that with the wind chill of 27, and we're sure to have a grand ole' time.

The Big 2-9

My, my, my, what a fabulous birthday weekend I had. Thank you, family and friends, for loving me on my 29th! Here's why I love fall. . . .

These trees are just up the street from our house, and I just absolutely love them! Aren't they beautiful? I mean, seriously, cool crisp weather, football, trees like this, birthdays, and the holidays around the corner. . . how can you not love fall!?!?!

My precious sister and bro-in-law gave me the BEST birthday card ever! Here's the front:

and the inside. . .
notice, Brian didn't sign it! He read the card and refused to sign it! We laugh all the time at Brian. He is so funny! Jenn swears he's got some Steve Miller in him, and we love that about him! Daddy definitely would've loved Brian. . .

And then, Saturday morning, my precious husband gave me my gift. I have arrived, folks, I received a Slocum Watch! Also known as a Swiss Army, I am in love with it! I've named it the Slocum watch because Tim, Josh, and Andy all have the same one, and Christy has the women's version. I think mine is very similar to Christy's, but I'm not sure Christy's is two-toned. Anyway, I was super excited, and I'm loving my watch! Thanks, Tim!!

What a weekend it was! Full of laughter, fun, food, and love. Thank you all for my birthday wishes and goodies!

Foster Dog

I cannot believe I've not yet told y'all about Foster Dog!


Last Saturday, Tim and I were about half a mile home after a good long run. This dog came running up to us, no collar, no leash, no nothing. . . he ran straight to Tim, whining and carrying on. We knocked on doors, asked folks working in their yards, tried everything we could to find out where this dog came from. . . and before we knew it, we were home. With Foster Dog. Now, five days later, we still have Foster Dog. After posting 25 signs around the neighborhood, having a friend send out an email to the neighborhood watch association, and spending $57 on a 3 day ad in the Macon Telegraph, we still have Foster Dog. Tim and I both agree we don’t need another dog. Although Foster Dog is super sweet, very well behaved, house broken, sits and shakes on command, and is the best bath taker ever, we don’t need him. As sad as that makes me, I’ve known it all along. Thankfully, I’ve not let myself get too attached to him. Tonight, two of our friends are coming over to meet Foster Dog. They just might be taking him home with them. To be their dog for real. From Foster Dog to Adopted Dog. . . keep your fingers crossed! I’ll keep you posted!!

Election Time

It’s finally here. Tomorrow the polls will open, our votes will be cast, they’ll count for sure, and we’ll soon have a new President of the USA. I’m so thankful that this campaign season is winding down. I don’t know about you, but I get so sick and tired of the negative ads, the he said she said, the mud slinging and the tattle-telling. It’s ridiculous. And for me, a regular ole’ citizen, I am more confused than ever about who honestly believes what and stands for what. The confusion lies more in the senator and congress races; I know good and well who I’m voting for in the Presidential race!!

Regardless, this much I know is true. Tomorrow evening at 7pm, our polls will close and the media will begin the predictions and count downs to who’s our next President. Whether it’s McCain or Obama, I believe it’s imperative that we remember who our true Ruler is, who will still be in control. . .

* The Bible will still have all the answers.
* Prayer will still work.
* The Holy Spirit will still move.
* God will still inhabit the praises of His people.
* There will still be God-anointed preaching.
* There will still be singing of praise to God.
* God will still pour out blessings upon His people.
* There will still be room at the Cross.
* Jesus will still love you.
* Jesus will still save the lost when they come to Him.


I’m not sure about you, but these reminders help to calm my worried heart. . . .

Boo Baggin’

Earlier this month, I learned about Boo Bags. There are many different versions and varieties of a Boo Bag, but basically the idea is to surprise friends or neighbors by either decorating their front step for Halloween or leaving a bag of goodies for them. It’s kind of like an invitation to “pay it forward”, and from what I’ve read, many times entire neighborhoods end up decorated by Boo Baggin’ by the time Halloween arrives.

So, I set out to do a few Boo Bags of my own! So much fun! Tuesday night, Tim and I dropped our first two bags ~ one to my sister and Brian and one to my mother. Jenn was at work, so we left their bag on her car; I was afraid to drop it at their house because I knew Chance and Dooley (their dogs) would definitely bark up a storm and we’d get caught red-handed! Jenn got off work at 10 that night, and it wasn’t even 10:05 before she was calling me thanking me for the bag. She totally knew it was me! It was still fun, though!

My mom didn’t say a word about her bag. So last night, I went by there to pick up some cake – yummy, thanks for sharing, mom! – and she asked if I left her a Boo Bag. I fessed up, and I asked how she knew it was me. . . Jenn had to tell her! Mom was too afraid to enjoy the candy without knowing who’d left it for her! She thought maybe someone dropped it off at the wrong apartment or something! Funny!

And yesterday I had two more Boo Bag drops to make. . . my first was to Lawson, who is also known as Batman this Halloween. Jodi said she was stumped at first, but figured out it was me because of my poem’s cute font! I tend to use the Jokerman font a good bit for invites and such around the bank. And then I dropped my last bag at the Pippin’s home. After talking to my mom, though, I decided this morning to make sure Laurie and Stu knew the bag was from Tim and me, so I sent Laurie a text that just said “Boo” and she obviously figured it out!

So, it was all fun times, and even though Tim is convinced I’m the only person who’d ever do something so silly – from the bags to the poems to the quick getaways we made from Mom’s and Jenn’s – we laughed about it and enjoyed knowing we were sharing happiness.

So, Happy Halloween! Go Boo someone you love!

Shout Out for Melissa

What what? Two posts in one day? I know, the first one today wasn't really a post. . . more of a picture show-off.

So I have a new friend, Melissa Jackson, and she is super duper talented! Check out her blog, and if you post a comment on her Inspired to Give Away post, you'll be entered into a drawing for a free - Yes, FREE!!! - painting! How cool is that? Remember, Christmas is sneakin' up on us for sure! Who wouldn't love a painting by Melissa?

So, check 'em out; she's got various lines and does all kindsa great stuff!

Pictures For You!

The TSA Teachers had a shower for Jenn yesterday evening. Thought I'd share some pictures for you all. . .

Ellie's Goodies

Happy Mommy & Daddy

Lovie, Jenn, Aunt B

Our home!

Our window boxes

Now, if I can just keep those pansies, dusty miller, and kale alive for the next 5 months. . .

Pet Peeve

I've been all nice and cheery in my blog thus far, but today. . . not so much. I'm venting today. Hope I don't offend anyone. Hang on tight, 'cause here I goooooooooooo. . . . . .

Do people these days not know how to RSVP to a party? I swear! It's amazed me with every party I've ever been involved with. . . people don't respond. Maybe it's just a matter of waiting to see if something better comes along. I don't know, but I think it's tacky! When I was getting married, it bothered me so much. I hated to have to track down folks I'd invited to a party to find out if, in fact, they were coming. That's no fun! But I did it for my hostesses because they needed to know! And I totally understand that! Given the number of parties I've helped host, I know you just have to know how many are coming!

I know Emily Post says it's terribly rude to ignore an invitation. . . "RSVP ASAP
It is inconsiderate, but unfortunately common, for guests to fail to RSVP. Some forget; others procrastinate and then feel guilty, so they delay even longer. To many a host on the non-receiving end of an RSVP, it seems as if an invitee is simply waiting for something “better” to possibly come along. One of the sad parts about the demise of the RSVP is that relationships often suffer due to hosts’ resultant hurt feelings and frustration. It is perfectly polite, however, for hosts to call friends to ask if they plan to attend. Anyone who receives an invitation has an important obligation to reply as soon as possible." Don't they teach these things in certain girl groups? No? I wasn't ever a sorority girl, but my momma taught me to repond to an invitation. It's not hard! It takes a minute, maybe two, of your time, and it lets the hostess know to expect you or not!

Geez. . . how hard is it, really? For those of you still reading, thanks for letting me vent!

On a lighter note, I'm dang proud of our window boxes. I'll take a pic and post for you! Now, if I can only keep the flowers alive. . .

Bittersweet Day

Today’s the 14th anniversary of my Daddy’s death. It’s weird how grief works. It changes all the time, it seems. Last night on my way home from church, I spotted the brightest solo star in the sky and smiled. . . at the same time, “I’ll Fly Away” came on the radio. A could totally feel God’s presence, reminding me, yet again, that Daddy is better than ever. Each year, I find myself more and more surprised that it still hurts. But it’s different each time, too. I miss him for different reasons. . .

- I’m sad that he doesn’t know Tim or Brian. He missed the joy of seeing his daughters marry and be wives and love.

- Now that I know a happy marriage, I am sad that he took that from my momma when he left us.

- Daddy didn’t get to see Jenn’s precious pregnant belly, get to fight me and momma for a chance to feel Ellie kick or hiccup. Daddy missed our singing session the other night; we sang “Jesus Loves the Little Children” to Ellie.

- He won’t ever get to hold Ellie, get to love on her, and watch her grow like we all can’t wait to do.

- The state of our financial economy really makes me want to have a good conversation with him. Even though I’m in the same profession he was in, we never really talked about it (I was 14, you know, there were much more important things to talk about, if I was talking to my Daddy at all).

- I don’t know the father – adult daughter relationship. I always have an awkwardness about me anytime I interact with adult men. . . well not anytime but if it’s on a personal level versus a work level, I feel it. I can’t really explain it.

The bottom line is I still miss him. I guess I always will. This will forever be a day that just kind of leaves me unsettled and sad. Grief is just a strange thing. . . . this song hit me hard the other day. It totally explains how much more precious Heaven becomes when loved ones are there.

You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times

And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you

But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry

Is how long must I wait to be with you

I close my eyes and I see your face

If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place

Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now

Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways

The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know

But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same

Cause I'm still here so far away from home

I close my eyes and I see your face

If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place

Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now

In Christ, there are no goodbye

And in Christ, there is no end

So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have

To see you again. To see you again

And I close my eyes and I see your face

If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place

Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow

I've never been more homesick than now

MercyMe

Nursin’ the Sick. . .

Nope, Tim’s not sick. I’m not under the weather. Rather, we spend our Monday tending to our “child” Belle. Belle went under the knife yesterday; we finally had her spayed. We’d held out under the hopes that we’d breed her someday. But not having her papers (shame on the dog seller, Shame! Shame!) means breeding her would be worthless.

This summer, the vet recommended spaying her to avoid female complications as she ages. So, since yesterday was a holiday for me, I took her to Gordon for the cheapest spaying around. Jenn took Dooley and had him neutered, so we were in it together. Brian came along, too, and boy oh, boy were we thankful!

I guess part of the cost of being a dog owner who pinches pennies and gets the cheapest spaying is that the vet released to me one pitiful, still under anesthesia black lab. They loaded Belle into the back of my car, and she was totally out of it. Dooley was even more pitiful than Belle, if that’s possible; Dooley whined and whimpered and cried just about the entire way back to Macon. Thankfully Brian held Dooley while keeping a close eye on Belle while I rushed down Highway 57 to get home as quickly as possible.

The afternoon was spent with me lying beside Belle on our bed – which is a huge no-no under normal circumstances. She was so out of it; yet if I moved as much as an inch, she’d lift her head and wait on me to be right beside her again. I guess she was just scared. . .

Which made Tim and I, Jenn and Brian decide: maybe our pinching pennies and doing the cheap vet route was the key; I mean, rather than the $300 + we would’ve spent with the vet in Macon, we forked out $75. Plus, we were able to be right there with Belle while she was coming out of her anesthesia. She and I slept in the bedroom last night, and we kicked Tim to the couch. I knew she was going to be fine when at 4:45am, she woke me up drinking out of the toilet!?!? This morning, she was quick to eat her food and drink lots of water!

At lunch, I checked on her, and she was wagging her tail, moving a little better, and even sort of ventured out into the backyard on her own accord! Not sure when she’ll be back to running like a champ, but we’re thankful, still, that she’s a healthy sweet girl!

“A Woman’s mind is as complex as her handbag; even when you get to the bottom of it, there is always something at the bottom to surprise you!” ~ Billy Connelly

Are we that complicated? I never really thought so. . . then I married Tim. God love his heart, I am sure he wonders what in the world he’s gotten himself into sometimes! While I really can’t think of many specific examples off the cuff, I know there have been many times in our short marriage thus far that I’ve said something – more like thought something aloud, and he’s just looked at me and shaken his head.

One example that comes to mind is my wondering if a gnat gets caught inside your car, and you’re going 80 down I-75, if you crack the window to let the gnat out, will he survive? I mean, that’s a lot of pressure for a little gnat. Would it be best to just smash him and get on with your drive? I asked this recently when we were coming back from Valdosta. I felt it was a very good, thought provoking question. Tim asked me what in the world was going on in my head!

The quote at the top of today’s post is so true! I am forever searching for something lost in the bottom of my purse. The bigger the purse, the bigger the search! And I love purses! Always have, really. I have a closet that’s full of bags ~ big, small, red, green, black, brown, tan, on and on and on! I just love ‘em!

So imagine my excitement when I heard about HandbagPlanet.com. This site launches October 15, and will provide women like me – who love a great bag – with exciting choices that are inspired by name brands but priced just right for us real women! Check it out! They’re also giving away a bag an hour for their first 24 hours of business; can’t beat that!

Wow, I’ve jumped all over the place in this blog. I’m sorry. . . it’s just how my brain works sometimes! From purses to gnats, everything in between!

I’m thankful for the hint of fall weather and the fact that it’s October!

Great Day at the Fair

We spent Sunday afternoon at the Ga State Fair with our littles, Ashley and Antonio. It's been years since I ventured to the state fair, and Tim had never been before! I'm happy to report that it was much better than all the negative hype I've heard in recent years.

I took tons of pictures of the kids on the different rides - Tim tells me I'll be "that mom" who's getting her kids to pose every second. . . I am not sure if it's just to please me, but Ash and Tonio seem to eat it up!! From the Fire Ball to the Ring of Fire and everything inbetween, they had a blast!

I wish I had pictures of all of us in the Bumper Cars; we all four rode on different cars and had a blast! My hardest hit by far was courtesy of Antonio! He nailed me so hard I jerked and heard a man watching go, "ooh, that girl just got creamed!" So much fun! The kids were afraid of nothing! Well, almost nothing. . . they refused to try the Gravitron. Sweet Ashley even got sick and kept right on going.

We left after a couple of hours, but it was really a great time! I think it's safe to say Ash was feeling better because she wanted a burger before we took them home!

I'm so thankful for these children and what they've taught me about life. I just pray Tim and I make a positive, lasting impact on them.

B & Ash on the Ferris Wheel
Tonio & Tim on the Ferris Wheel

Ups and Downs of Grey’s Anatomy

*If you haven’t watched all of the two hour season premier of Grey’s Anatomy, stop reading now!!!

Okay, so the starting scene totally freaked us out! Tim was in the office working on the computer, I was folding clothes. He ran into the room when I hollered that it was starting, and we both stood completely still in the middle of our living room watching in horror as Dr. Shepard died. . . . what a nightmare! What a hook to get us into the show!

Will Meredith ever be okay with her relationship with Dr. Shepard? I’m so tired of her being so wishy washy. . . Seriously, chick, poo or get off the pot!!!

Yang’s fall and being stabbed with a huge icicle. . . please! how ridiculous was that!?!? And then that it never melted before the hero of the show – Captain Know-it-All – abruptly pulled it out of her!

Speaking of Captain Know-it-All, I don’t like him! I was so upset when Chief offered him a job, but then thankful that he declined. Am I the only one who did not like that man?

Rose sucks! How low down dirty of her to stab Dr. Shepard during surgery!!!

Will George and Meredith’s sister ever get together? She has a major crush on him, right?!?!? He’s oblivious, too, which is precious!

I like Izzie’s hair cut, Meredith’s hair still bothers me some, and McDreamy’s hair is just that . . . dreamy

Loved the whole 12th ranking jazz, too. . . that just added so much to the entire show. I would not want to have been on staff during Chief’s come-to-Jesus meeting.

All in all, I cannot wait for the rest of this season! What a tease that they gave us two hours last night and now we must wait two weeks for another new episode! In the meantime, Tim and I will find ourselves glued to the TV for Desperate Housewives and Dirty Sexy Money.

**I'm looking forward to this weekend ~ yard work, runs with Belle, the Georgia game, and swapping out my spring and summer clothes for fall and winter outfits!!

Aggravated but Thankful. . . and sometimes laughing!

I’m Aggravated That. . .

* I’m such a klutz but thankful I only have bruises to show for it! No broken bones or scars from my recent fall in Walgreens, Wal Mart, or anywhere around the house!

* Belle’s been so hyper lately but thankful that we have two precious dogs who love us more than anything and are convinced we are the coolest cats on the planet!

* Tim’s job is so stressful right now and I can’t do anything to help, but I’m so thankful that he has a job that provides for us and takes care of us.

* After spending $800 on Patti, she’s started vibrating and humming at me this morning at a red light but I’m thankful my 10 year old car has been so reliable to me over the years.

* Sophie, our finicky cat, did not eat the salmon I put out for her yesterday and I had to laugh at how difficult she can be!

* We’re not getting Cost of Living Adjustments at work for the next year but I’m thankful that I have a job in a company that is a joy to work for. . . most of the time.

* My family’s having the age-old dilemma of when to celebrate Christmas and the fact that feelings might get hurt in the process but I’m thankful that I have a family that makes it a point to get together every Christmas!

I’m flat out thankful that I found my long lost camera after two months of being missing; that Jenn and baby Ellie are healthy and growing normally; for Facebook and the long lost friends I’ve found on it; our Belk’s gift cards; and friends!

From A to Z

A. Attached or Single? Attached as in Married!
B. Best Friend? Tim, my momma, my sister
C. Cake or pie? pie
D. Day of choice? Saturday
E. Essential item? Diet Coke
F. Favorite color? RED
G. Gummy bears or worms? gummy bears
H. Hometown? Gordon
I. Favorite indulgence? massage
J. January or July? July ~ beach, 4th of July Celebrations, sun sun sun!!
L. Life isn’t complete without? God’s grace and LOVE!
M. Marriage date? 12.15.2007
N. Number of brothers and sisters? 1 awesome baby sister
O. Oranges or Apples? I like ‘em both!
P. Phobias? heights and birds. Birds just make my skin crawl
Q. Quotes? Collosians 3:12 - 17
R. Reasons to smile? beautiful Saturday weather, great morning run, incredible husband who provides for me, awesome family. . .
S. Season of choice? Fall
T. Tag 5 people: To do what?
U. Unknown fact about me? I'd have to say that I'm such a rule follower
V. Vegetable? green beans
W. Worst habit? food
X. X-ray or Ultrasound? only had an x ray once
Y. Your favorite food? Mexican!!!!
Z. Zodiac sign? Scorpio

Runner's Retirement

I, Buddy Ro Miller Slocum, do hereby announce my retirement from running.

Until recently, I have always gotten so excited when I see my mom or daddy pull out my leash. I usually run in circles, jump up and down and all around, and dash like lightning out the door! Belle, my sister, is usually rushing ahead of me; she’s super competitive and believes she must be in front of me. I let her have that satisfaction. . . We love running!

As my mom has improved her running – she thinks she has mad running skills – I’ve gotten slower and slower to her. The last time I ran with her, she was being pulled by Belle while she was pretty much pulling me. I can’t help myself, but I am sure I’m to stop at every possible bush, plant, mailbox, and fire hydrant to mark my territory. We men must do these things, you know? It drives mom nuts! So, she’s begun ignoring my stops, pulling me until I give up. My final run even included my pottying in the middle of the road because the mean ole’ lady wouldn’t let me stop to pooh!

So, I turn over all running responsibilities to my younger and much more hyper sister Belle. Belle, she’s all yours. Run with her like you always do – pull her all around the neighborhood. But by all means, when you return home, there’s no need to rub it in my face. No, just sit yourself down spread eagle on the floor and cool yourself down. That’s how runners do it, Belle.

It's been fun, y'all. . .

Buddy Ro Miller Slocum“Grandpa” to my biggest fans

Just When You Think. . .

The morning of our wedding, I realized I hadn't bought any panties for the big day! Horror! I mean, we are at the church, getting dressed, and as I strip down to my birthday suit, I realize this: I have no panties!!! Serious Horror! Momma LaDon to the Rescue! God love her bones; as if she'd not already been running here there and yonder for the past few days on my behalf, she was there again, ready to help. So, she ran to Stein Mart and returned with five of the prettiest, girliest white undies I've ever seen!

Fast forward 1 day shy of 9 months (that's today!), Tim and I are on our way home today from Columbia, for some reason, I remembered this random fact about our wedding day and that I'd probably not ever told Tim this story, so I did.

He smiled and said, you know what, the morning of our wedding, I realized I didn't have any black dress socks, so Dad and I made an emergency trip to Stein Mart ourselves and bought about five pair of black dress socks, just in case some of the guys didn't have any either!

Funny. . . Stein Mart really did rescue both of us on our wedding day! Just when you think you've relived a day as special as our wedding day was to us over and over and over again, there's a small story yet to be told. It just warms my heart. . .

I'm thankful for Tim's parents who are always so gracious to us when we go visit. And, I'm thankful for the fun shopping Christy always has in store while we're in Columbia!

Remembering 9.11.01

The Face of a Hero
Offering to give blood ~O+
Cemetary covered in the dust
Memorial to those who lost their lives





On this day 7 years ago, I was in class. I overheard a girl frantically telling someone her fiancé was in NYC and was supposed to fly home that morning. She was all kinds of worked up and worried. Me, having no clue what was transpiring, was thinking she needed to chill out.

The class ended, I left class, and I remember overhearing all kinds of chatter about an explosion, the twin towers, and so on. I quickly become aware of the attack that had happened that morning. But I still didn’t get it. . .

To this day, I don’t know that I really understand it. I don’t know that any one human can completely grasp the terror, destruction, and anguish the 9.11.01 caused our country.

I am including these pictures of the unknown heroes, brokenhearted friends, and the epitome of “what can I do to help” people that make up this great land we call home! May we never forget, may we always remember. . . God Bless America!

Totally stole this from someone else's blog. . . she said it's from InStyle magazine.

Enjoy!!

Obsessed with… being the best wife I can be, running, Facebook, Ellie’s upcoming arrival, and great blog ideas

Happy I bought… the cute Dooney knock-off wallet at Chichester’s

Necessary extravagance… my hair cuts and highlights

Looking forward to… Ellie’s arrival

Dreaming of… successfully running the Zooma Half in November

Listening to… IT guys talk IT stuff that’s greek to me.

Dropping by… Fresh Market today was fun! Stay tuned for more. . .

Wishing for… more juice in my Izzee sparkling peach drink glass, weight loss and easy runs

Driving… myself batty with random thoughts like while zooming down I -75 at 80mph, if I open the window to let a trapped gnat out, will it survive the wind at that speed?

Speed dialing… Tim

Addicted to… Tim and food

Carrying… Ginger, my all time fave purse

Can’t stop watching… Invervention, the Dawgs

Just Another Manic Monday

It was a great Monday morning. . . We both ignored our alarms that would typically wake us up for the gym. Rather, we slept in. It’s good for us, right? We’ll go to the gym tonight. . . So, we got ready for work. It was a typical morning around the Slocum house ~ making coffee, folding laundry, letting the dogs out. . . just the basic things we do before leaving for the day. As I was getting the dogs inside, Tim was leaving. No worries! I can handle this! But, as I hear Eddie (the Explorer) drive away, I realize I only have my keys and my sunglasses! No purse! No phone! Oh My Gosh!!!!!!!!!

I drop everything and run – literally run – out the door, down the driveway, into the street, all while screaming, “TIM! TIM!” I watch as he pulls away, oblivious to my panic. Okay, I think, this is fine. I have keys; I can get to work. Aha! Maybe if I hurry, I can catch up with him on Vineville Avenue.

Off I go! I drive Patti (the Pathfinder) up Overlook Avenue, race down Belvedere to Ridge. On Ridge, I’ll admit I was likely going too fast, but not terribly fast because I know I’m driving without a license. Still, too fast. . . I hit a cat. I saw it coming, I hit it, and I watch it dart off. . . on any normal day, I’d stop immediately and search high and low for the poor little cat to see if I can save him, call his owner, do something. But today is no normal day. . . So I keep zooming down the road.

At last, I hit Vineville, and I’m still praying Tim’s getting all the red lights while I catch green ones so maybe, just maybe, I can catch him. At last I do! As I pass him, I’m honking the horn, waving like a mad man who’s gone completely off his rocker. Sweet Tim sees me, waves, and continues his conversation on his cell phone, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m freaking out!

So, I pull into a gas station, jump out of my car, and promptly begin waving him down. He drives by, and I watch as the look on his face goes from “Hey!” to “What in the world is my wife doing?” He hangs up his phone, wheels into the parking lot, rolls down the window and says, “What is wrong?” I see panic in his eyes now!

“My purse! My purse is in your car!” As I’m running to get my purse, I can see him shake his head. . . I know what he’s thinking. Only my wife. . . only Bethany.

As I give him the run down of how I chased him up Brooks Street, flew down the road in an attempt to catch him, he just watches me in pure amazement. So this is the life of Bethany. . . yes, dear, it is.

“You hit a cat?”

“Yes, I did!”

“Is it okay?”

“I don’t know, Tim! Remember, I was racing down the street trying to catch up with you!”

We wished each other a great day – again – and left for our respective offices. What a start to a Manic Monday! Hope you all have great Monday, too!

Will I Be a Good Mom Someday?

I’ve been keeping the one year olds at church on Wednesday nights for a couple of years now, and I love it more with each passing week. They are so much fun, and each year I enjoy getting a new, young group and watching them grow, learn, and develop over the year. As is typical, now they’re only saying things like “mama” and “daddy” or occasionally “milk” or “juice”. One of the older kids last night was like a parrot, repeating what I said. Towards the end of the night, she laid her head on my shoulder, and I said, “Is Lucy a sleepy girl?” She said, “Sleepy girl sleepy girl sleepy girl”. So precious!

My hopes have been that in keeping these children, I’ll learn many things and hopefully, it will help me be a better parent. It always helps my morale when someone compliments me, and last night was no exception. The lady working with me is also a mother, and she told me I’ll “make a great mom” someday. I appreciated that more than she’ll ever know! I certainly hope to be a great mom. There’s no doubt about that! May God give me patience, though. . . lots and lots of patience and energy!

Some things I’ve learned include:

* Babies are much more likely to “brush it off” after a fall if the adult acts like the fall was no big deal. I am a drama queen! It is hard for me still to not act like it’s the worst thing ever when one of the kids trips and falls. And those trips occur often considering my kiddies on Wednesdays have just recently learned to walk!
* Juice can solve many heartaches
* It’s an unwritten rule that a parent always has his / her child’s name on the sippy cup. They get passed around, given to others, handed to me many times over in the course of two hours. I can’t remember if Lucy has the Elmo cup or the Princess cup, but I know which one’s hers if her name is on it!
* Bubbles are a miracle! Kids LOVE them! The squeals, laughter, and smiles that bubbles create are priceless!
* Play-dough left unattended = play-dough everywhere!!!!
* How to “feel” a diaper and know if the child is wet.
* Ten one year olds for two hours can wear out a 28-year-old!
* Teachers are majorly underpaid, underappreciated, and overworked
* Singing can almost always quiet a bunch of teary kids. I still haven’t decided if it’s the songs or how terrible I am at singing them, but it works!
* Most Importantly: Children are a true Gift from God!

Thankful For . . .

After a long weekend, I am thankful for. . .

1. Holidays like yesterday that give us days off to hang out and do whatever we please!
2. Dawgs ~ there’s just nothing like watching a game ‘tween the hedges
3. Good running shoes & socks ~ I bought some new shoes Saturday and ran the 10K yesterday with them. Except for a little burning sensation on the ball of my right foot, my feet did great!
4. Supportive Friends ~ Our friend Laurie got up early on her Labor Day to stand at the end of her street to cheer us on during our race! She has no idea how much I needed to see her and hear her cheers! Thanks, sweet friend.
5. Pedicures ~ Momma and I enjoyed pedicures Saturday afternoon together. How relaxing!
6. Creative Friends ~ Scrapbooking with Amy and Ashlee was so much fun! They are so creative and have so many ideas. I learned so much from them and hope to do a scrapbook night again soon!
7. Aleve Sinus Headache ~ It’s taken some of the pressure away today!
Football at home ~ the new TV was perfect for watching the Dawgs Saturday! Fun times with the Mock family coming over!
8. Small SS Classes ~ Tim and I substituted Sunday morning and kept the 3-year-old class. We only had 6, and they were so well behaved! So much fun!
9. Gov. Sarah Palin ~ I am thankful for such a down-home candidate with a family so much like a family you can find just about anywhere in the USA these days.
10. My New iPod Shuffle ~ I didn’t realize how spoiled I’d become exercising with music. . . until my iPod died. It’s just not the same running to an old Country song that’s slow and twangy. I need music to pump me up!!
11. Gma’s Zucchini Bread Recipe ~ As a child, I never dreamed I’d be making it myself one day. Gma was delighted to share the recipe with me, and I must admit, it’s good bread!
12. YOU!

Lovin' the Blogging World & Other Crafty Things

I am having a blast with this blogging thing! It's amazing to me how all throughout my day things happen, and I immediately think, "ooh, I could blog on that!" Now, I'll admit, I'm not the best writer with the jazziest blogs, but hey, it's fun!

Last night, my friends Ashlee and Amy came over and we spent the evening scrapbooking. So Much Fun! Amy is the ultimate scrapbooking queen with more goodies than Michael's keeps on their shelves! We were all working on different things ~ Ashlee on her wedding showers, Amy on her precious kids, me on our Chicago trip ~ and we just had the best time! We'll definitely do that again. . . really soon, I hope!

Must run to get my errands done before the dawgs kick off! Happy weekend!

Chaos in the Heart? Fear not!

Whatever You’re Doing - by Sanctus Real

It’s time for healing time to move on
It’s time to fix what’s been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It’s time to find my way to where I belong
There’s a wave that’s crashing over me
All I can do is surrender

Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there’s peace
It’s hard to surrender to what I can’t seebut
I’m giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Reevaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender…
To…

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I’ve wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You’re up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly

Whatever you’re doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly

It’s time to face up
Clean this old house
Time breathe in and let everything out

I ran to the store this morning to grab a diet coke, and I heard this song on the radio. I jotted down part of the lyrics so I could google the song when I got back to work. What an amazing song! It reminds me of Jennifer’s post (http://incuteshoes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweetly-broken.html), and how God sometimes breaks us into pieces so that He can rebuild us into what He would have us to be. Like this song says, there are times in our lives where we feel pure chaos inside – depression, addiction, loss, heartache – but it’s during those times that God is working inside of us, creating “something heavenly”. My prayer for today is that if any of you feel chaos in your spirit, that you’ll cry out, “breath in and let everything out”, releasing it all so that God can do His work on you!

*Bloggers, how do I make the web link in Jennifer's name like y'all do????