My son thinks his mama is beautiful. When they were just little bitty babies, we would refer to them as beautiful and handsome.  Now that they have gotten older, we occasionally get the “Am I beautiful, mommy?”  Which we reply, “Yes, very beautiful.”  Of course, when Troy asks this question, and we say yes his response is, “I’m not handsome, I’m Bo.”  (Bo is his nickname.) Nowadays, everything is beautiful and/or handsome.  Cars are beautiful.  Babies are beautiful.  Flowers are beautiful.  Mario is handsome (what can I say?).  So… I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that Bo thinks I am…

A few weeks ago, I had a hankering to go to IKEA.  Mom wanted to go, so we decided to make it a “girls’ day” and take Miss Morgan also. The boys were going to hang out at home, play Mario and eat pizza. We hopped in the car and headed to IKEA.  Morgan and I picked up mom and headed South. The last time I went to IKEA… it seemed alot closer.  Oh, wait… it was.  We’ve since moved.  It seemed like we were driving to the other side of the state. We get to IKEA and get inside–…

I had another post topic for today, but decided to change it today during lunch.  I was touched by something that happened to me during lunch, and wanted to share it. I have been having a weird, crazy week.  It seems everything I have touched at work has been a barrel of trouble; we’ve had VBS this week so I am exhausted because I’m not getting to bed until 11:30 or so, I blew out my knee… and so on. My boss scheduled a one-on-one meeting this morning with me.  It was a very promising meeting, but when I got…

My son is a gamer. At three. Daddy and Bo play video games together.  Racing, Mario, Dora. He even races online—and usually places in the top 5—on Mario Kart. It amazes me how far video games have come since I was three.  We had an Atari.  Remember the big, chunky cassettes you had to use?  Then, we moved up to an actual- gasp- computer!  A Tandy.  Remember those?  You had to use Basic programming to even play a game… by the time you typed all the lines in, you were too tired to play. Not now.  Troy knows how to…

My daughter is a diva. She is a girly girl. She loves pink. And dolls. If you don’t know me, you might think this is normal and nothing extraordinary. Let me put it to you this way—I had the biggest Hot Wheel collection on the block growing up. I have a bigger tool box than my husband. I drag race. I’ve been working on cars for years. I am not a girly-girl. I have no clue what to do with this creature. She wants her toes painted. She wants to wear frilly dresses. She wants to go shopping. If I…

My husband is probably going to shoot me for telling this story.  But, he doesn’t read my blog, so I think I am safe.Friday, my hubby decided to head up North to the NHRA national event.  In 100 degree weather.  With a heat index of 109.  I told him he was crazy, but he packed his cooler full of water and Gatorade and headed to the races.He kept checking in with me through the day, letting me know he was okay and telling me what was going on.  I kept reminding him to drink water and Gatorade and he said…

The other day, the kids were playing in the living room.  Troy was playing Mario and Morgan was begging me to paint her toe nails. I was getting the stuff ready for the mini-pedicure (she is such a diva) and walked back into the living room to find Morgan had pulled their little fold out couch from the bedroom into the living room.  I stood in the door way to watch. She tugs and pulls and then finally asks Troy to help her. Troy sighs heavily and pauses his game. He goes over and between the two of them, they…