Big Plans

 

First, would you get a load of that outfit?!  This cat has S-T-Y-L-E!

 

The other night Boy and I were driving home, chit chatting about life, love, 6th grade, life's stresses... and he decided to fill me in on his life plans.

 

Boy:  I am going to be in the Military when I get older.

Me:  You are!?  I haven't heard you say that before, what made you decide that?

Boy:  Well, I have been thinking a lot about it. 

I just have to get rid of my allergies, my asthma, my color blindness and get my grades up.

 

That is a whole lot to do!  But, he seems up for the challenge!

 

 



Oh You Could, Could You?!

I was traveling last week and while at the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport I had a really lovely run in in the Concouse D, Gate 47 bathroom...

 

It went like this:

 

Spirited Women (SW): Giiiiiirrrrrrrl!  I love yo dress!  Who make it?!

Me:  Thanks!  Um, New York & Company, I think.

SW: I don't even know what dat is, but damn.  I could weeeeaaaaar that dress.  Probly betta than you!

 

She then went on to histerically laugh at her own joke to the point where she literally had to lean over and rest her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

 

 

 

Giiiiiirrrrrrrl!  No you couldn't!  Not if you can't even laugh hard without having to catch yoooo breath!!!!

 

 

I Was Happy... No, Really!

 

 

I was actually smiling, but my Bitching Resting Face Syndrome started earlier than most.

One Whole Year

This is Husband.  He is going to kill me for posting this picture for two reasons.  First, because it is a close up of his face and I don't care who you are... close ups of your face are just never a good idea.  Second, because it is evidence that he totally cuddles with our sweet puppy at night.

 

 

We were sitting together on the couch one night and I looked over and that is the face I saw.  I loved it.  He was just so handsome, I couldn't take it anymore... so I had to take his picture effective immediately!

 

 

Yesterday was our 1 YEAR anniversary.

 

I am sure that if he were writing this post, he would tell you that he is very patient with me.  He likes to say that and he always draws out the word p-a-t-i-e-n-t... sometimes the way he says it makes me thinks he is going to pat the top of my head and send me off to school.  My parents encourage this behavior.

 

But, really.  He is patient with me and he is kind with me and in general.  He has a good heart.  I do love him a lot and I am thankful for this year and our future years.

 

 

This Is Iowa

The Nascar Race last weekend was a success.  And as with all public events in the great State of Iowa, there was plenty of people watching. 

 

Don't get me wrong, I completely understand that there is generally great people watching at public events in any state, but in Iowa, we have a special breed.

 

Like this fellow:

 

No, no... this person was not found via an internet search.  I got to see him in real life.  Every gyrating, bucking inch of him.

 

 

 

 

Self Aware

Husband and I are going to a Nascar race this weekend.  It is my first.  We will be in a Corporate tent, with complimentary cocktails, though, so I think me and this race are going to get along just fine.

 

I had to Google "what to wear to a Nascar Race" and this was the suggestion:

 

 

Oh yeah... I think me and this race are going to get along just fine.

Oldy Moldy

Do you remember Lil Bird??

 

She is still bird breathin' all around town, and I sure do love her.  She is such a great friend.

 

It is clear to me though, that we are literally growing old together.  Our texts tonight were only to ask one another how are doctors appointments went.

 

It seems like just yesterday, we were doing this!

 

And we were having so much fun that she literally had to remind me to use the potty?!

 

I guess it could be worse, we aren't going potty in our pants yet!