Talking Out My Yipper

My husband and I leave our Song of Solomon marriage class lastnight feeling oh-so-romantic, because that was the topic...and feelin' all warm and fuzzy. I'm thinking: I hope the kids are asleep when we get home (if you know what I mean...). As we walk in the door, our 4 year old comes out with a big "Mawmaw you're HOME!" Apparently, bumpin' and grindin' isn't on the menu AND THEN... I look over and our youngest cat is pissing on the counter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WTH?! I know I didn't buy litter at the store yesterday but SERIOUSLY?! ONE DAY LATE in changing the litter?! COME ON!! You see, my husband is very anal about the litter box. He scoops it everyday and changes the litter entirely every week, like clockwork. Well, Walmart was out of the little bags of litter that I normally buy AND with my still- jacked-up shoulder, I can't lift the 40 lb. bags of litter; so, I just didn't buy any...I thought what's the big deal...Brian can get some

I haven't blogged in 4EVER b/c someone has been sick in this house for the last 10 days and right now, it's me. Joy. Anywho, Emily wants me to write 100 things about her but I can't think that hard this morning...although I will do 1. She farts ALL THE TIME! and 2. She really is SUPER DUPER funny! I'll do the rest later. So it's the most wonderful time of the year and I've already done 80% of my shopping throughout the year so, I'm totally ahead of the game and liking it. People are scrambling around trying to find what they're looking for or trying to decide WHAT they're looking for while I am smuggly enjoying browzin! I am always left with the kids stocking stuffers. I try to keep those gifts as random as possible (more fun that way; for me, not necessarily for them). And this time of year always reminds me of my experience in the Army... I remember the BEST christmas-time I ever had...I was in the Army and was desperately trying to get out. I knew

I HATE when Will is sick. But don't get me wrong...I love how he wants me to snuggle and hold him all day. He's the best thing that ever happened to me and without him...life just isnt worth it.

1. never sleep through the night. 2. can't stand when people wake up in a bad mood. 3. would live in my pajamas. 4. need coffee every morning, 3 sugars and creamer. 5. always got A's & B's, except for one stupid C. 6. started stealing my mom's cigarettes at 12. 7. ran away from home once. 8. was verbally abused by my dad. 9. was glad when my parents got divorced. 10. have never broken a bone, just tore tendons. 11. would never need a passport, don't want to travel outside the country. 12. would like to go to Hawaii someday. 13. don't know how to swim & don't like large bodies of water. 14. love a good book. 15. am a stay-at-home mom with my son who is awesome. 16. want to be a professional photographer. 17. can't wear socks to bed. 18. hate when people make fun of my laugh. 19. let things get under my skin. 20. can't stand it when my sister fidgits and adjusts. 21. have never read the Bible cover to cover. 22. have an associates degree in gen

So yesterday my hubby turned 38!! So I'm blogging 100 things about him... 1. he's a godly man 2. he never cusses 3. he likes his coffee black and lukewarm 4. he's a workaholic 5. saltaholic 6. he hates mushrooms, but he's a fun-guy :) 7. he can fix just about anything 8. he will do chores around the house 9. if he's watching tv it's either America's Funniest Videos, My Name is Earl or the History Channel 10. he's actually a really good singer 11. he's not a very good dancer however 12. he's a major motorhead 13. he doesn't like sports except Nascar 14. he has a bad memory 15. he is in great shape 16. he's a great dad 17. he LOVES music 18. the only instrument he can play is the radio 19. he hates the cold and has S.A.D. (seasonal adjustment disorder) 20. he would NEVER break the law 21. he can't stand people who never shut up 22. he puts everyone before himself 23. he can sew 24. he makes a mean burrito and macaroni & cheese 25

I have this friend who blogged about her term of endearment...hogface. The story goes there was a special kid calling everyone hogface...a guy told him that people don't really like to be called hogface...so the kid went back to the kids he called hogface and said..."I'm sorry. sorry. sorry. still friends. still friends, hogface." And it was totally out of love from him, ya know?! So I started thinking about what I call people... I probably call Will, my 4 year old, the most petnames. I call him anything from Babies to Stinky to Punk. It really depends on what he is doing at the time or why I am calling him. For instance, yesterday he yells "I'm DONE!" from the bathroom aka wipe my butt mawmaw...Stinky. Also, later yesterday I hear him terrorizing the cats and said stop it...Punk. Then lastnight after I got home late from church and he was supposed to be fast asleep; I went to tuck him in and said goodnight...Snugglebuns. Then there is my niece Maggie. S