Dear Anna,
I don't know how I could EVER forget this but, it has to be in writing anyway:)
Today was your second day of PREP School. Fabulous school. We went for a treat after... A "white" sno cone (creamy coconut). When we got home, the tv was still on TLC, and "Trauma:Life in the ER" was still on. You love the "real" reality medical shows. None of that re-enactment business for us. We want the actual procedure, not some stand-in.
(side note: I'm always honestly descriptive in what's going on tv shows w you, to an extent of course. Which is why you know the word "crackhead" now. Geesh. The lady on tv was wigging out and you asked what was wrong so I told you. No big deal:) )
So, back to today...there was some gory (of course) procedure taking place. You asked me, "What's thaaat? What they doin Momma?". I had to watch for a moment to figure out that surgeons were putting screws and rods in a pt's back. So I told you just that. Your eyes still glued to the screen (which was now showing a post-procedure x-ray: metal rods and screws embedded in a spinal column)....you said, "Oh, you mean his SPINE.".
Genius. I've been beaming ever since.
Love,
Your incredibly proud, medical-field, gore-loving Momma
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Oh My Anna
Dear Anna,
Fall is coming. You love the fall. Specifically, Halloween. Everything Halloween. And Scooby still. I suppose bc everything Scooby gets into is spooky. I bought you a book today, The Berenstein Bears trick or treating. You fell asleep after we read it (and Goodnight Moon, It's Time for Bed, etc), all snuggled up on my shoulder. Until you roll over to face the wall and I listen to your breathing change into that slow, rhythmic deep breathing. You seem so content and I love to feel your wam breath on my neck before you roll over. Then I'll stroke your sweet forehead or hand and we prayers. I've thanked God so much more these (almost) three sweet years you've been in my life. You make my heart swell. And some days I stil can't believe you are really mine. I've been keeping up with a few blogs lately. Some written by moms with really sick babies. And I feel so blessed. It's not that I didn't feel so very blessed the day we knew we were finally going to have a baby. But reading these mom pour out their fears and the events that have torn their lives apart.... It humbles me. Makes me hug you tighter. And truly, madly, deeply cherish every. Single. Moment. With you, my mini-me. We never know when the day will come when a doctor's appt, a lab test or a cat scan will change our lives. Forever. And I am so grateful, blessed, overcome with gratitude, however you want to put it.... That I have you, my sweet, smart, HEALTHY Anna. I love you more than words can say.
Love,
Momma
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Fall is coming. You love the fall. Specifically, Halloween. Everything Halloween. And Scooby still. I suppose bc everything Scooby gets into is spooky. I bought you a book today, The Berenstein Bears trick or treating. You fell asleep after we read it (and Goodnight Moon, It's Time for Bed, etc), all snuggled up on my shoulder. Until you roll over to face the wall and I listen to your breathing change into that slow, rhythmic deep breathing. You seem so content and I love to feel your wam breath on my neck before you roll over. Then I'll stroke your sweet forehead or hand and we prayers. I've thanked God so much more these (almost) three sweet years you've been in my life. You make my heart swell. And some days I stil can't believe you are really mine. I've been keeping up with a few blogs lately. Some written by moms with really sick babies. And I feel so blessed. It's not that I didn't feel so very blessed the day we knew we were finally going to have a baby. But reading these mom pour out their fears and the events that have torn their lives apart.... It humbles me. Makes me hug you tighter. And truly, madly, deeply cherish every. Single. Moment. With you, my mini-me. We never know when the day will come when a doctor's appt, a lab test or a cat scan will change our lives. Forever. And I am so grateful, blessed, overcome with gratitude, however you want to put it.... That I have you, my sweet, smart, HEALTHY Anna. I love you more than words can say.
Love,
Momma
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Saturday, July 23, 2011
One day closer to 3
Dear Anna,
Right now, I am laying next to you in your 'big girl' bed. You are close to being asleep but can't seem to give in. Your sweet little smart brain just doesn't want to turn off.
I am remembering some of your recent 'geniusness' as you just rolled over and put your warm, soft palm on my cheek. And melted my heart.
As usual, you and I were heading to get a snow cone one afternoon this week. We were taking about Aunt Erin and Aunt Courtney being pregnant. I won't bore you with my end of the convo but your side always goes a little something like this....
"And she has a baby in her belly. And her belly is going to get real big because the baby is growing. And I was in your belly and your belly got reeeeeal biiiig. And soon the baby will be here but not yet. Her belly has to get bigger. Then the doctor will take it out and it'll be all yucky, huh? Blood and stuff. Then they will clean it up and give her the baby and say now you can go home."
I know we have talked about big bellies and babies but I honestly don't remember telling you about the "blood and stuff"... I cried laughing! Genius, I tell you. You love babies and are sweet to pile the toys on/near/around them when one visits us. I'm working on getting you to part with some of your old toys, for baby Lexi and Aunt Courtney's baby... We will see how that goes. When we hear a baby cry out in a store, you are quick to say "Oh he needs his momma/bop/bottle." Or "He's hungry". You do love being around babies and have always been gentle and attentive to them, never getting bored with one after a few hours. And will ask for days after we visit with one, "When's baby so and so coming back?". Not sure if you would react the same to having a new baby in our house permanently and I'm not sure I want to find out. I've got you, my Anna, and I just can't top that. Nothing will ever be better for me than you. My sweet, wise, precious mini me... Now one day closer to three years old.
(And amazing me with your coloring skills the past few days!)
Love,
Momma
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Right now, I am laying next to you in your 'big girl' bed. You are close to being asleep but can't seem to give in. Your sweet little smart brain just doesn't want to turn off.
I am remembering some of your recent 'geniusness' as you just rolled over and put your warm, soft palm on my cheek. And melted my heart.
As usual, you and I were heading to get a snow cone one afternoon this week. We were taking about Aunt Erin and Aunt Courtney being pregnant. I won't bore you with my end of the convo but your side always goes a little something like this....
"And she has a baby in her belly. And her belly is going to get real big because the baby is growing. And I was in your belly and your belly got reeeeeal biiiig. And soon the baby will be here but not yet. Her belly has to get bigger. Then the doctor will take it out and it'll be all yucky, huh? Blood and stuff. Then they will clean it up and give her the baby and say now you can go home."
I know we have talked about big bellies and babies but I honestly don't remember telling you about the "blood and stuff"... I cried laughing! Genius, I tell you. You love babies and are sweet to pile the toys on/near/around them when one visits us. I'm working on getting you to part with some of your old toys, for baby Lexi and Aunt Courtney's baby... We will see how that goes. When we hear a baby cry out in a store, you are quick to say "Oh he needs his momma/bop/bottle." Or "He's hungry". You do love being around babies and have always been gentle and attentive to them, never getting bored with one after a few hours. And will ask for days after we visit with one, "When's baby so and so coming back?". Not sure if you would react the same to having a new baby in our house permanently and I'm not sure I want to find out. I've got you, my Anna, and I just can't top that. Nothing will ever be better for me than you. My sweet, wise, precious mini me... Now one day closer to three years old.
(And amazing me with your coloring skills the past few days!)
Love,
Momma
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Letter to my Anna
I have made an executive decision... har har... I have not been a good blogger. I originally thought of doing this blog to keep friends and family informed of craftiness and Anna's hilariousness. But I am not the best at sitting down to blog after a long night at work, long day with Anna, etc. I usually just want to clean house or organize something (therapeutic) or squeeze in a craft (also therapeutic). And most nights, I want to fall asleep with my girl, snuggled in, and prepare for what tomorrow brings. I have read many blogs where the Momma writes a monthly letter to her child. I love that. Always have. I just regret that I didnt' start it sooner than now. But better late than never! And maybe I can figure out the blogger app on my phone and do it more often. And if anyone really reads these, God bless:) I really just want to document these years with my girl. So here goes...
Dear Anna,
I'm not going to dwell on how much time has passed before I got around to writing you letters. Let's see, today you are 2 years, 9 months and 21 days old. Dang. I feel so fortuate that I can remember so much of these past two years. So many details. Thankfully, your Gummi keeps a daily journal. And I'm sure she remembers stories that I don't. But we have so many good stories already, you and I.
From day one of trying to get preggo (or even thinking about it), I knew I wanted a girl. I know, I know... everyone says that they don't care if it's a boy or a girl, they just want a healthy baby. That was true for me too. But deep down, I knew that I was meant to have a girl. A mini-me. One who was just the right mix of frilly and tomboy. And my girl, that's what we got.
You love bugs. Your second birthday was bug themed. Now, some of the love has faded and you resort to smashing them with your shoes (junebugs, mostly). But you have never been scared of them. Always peering in for a closer look. Doing that silly looking half squat/half bend over maneuver that defies all laws of gravity and balance. We spend countless hours looking for rolly-pollies.
You are loving your shoes. Just this week, you really started getting into putting your own shoes on. Socks are still a challenge but you don't get pissed. I watched you for several minutes today try to put your socks on before you asked me for help. Yesterday, we ran to the grocery store and I asked you to get your shoes. In the past, this has meant slipping on your Crocs (a favorite). But that day, your brought me your velcro light up shoes. I suggested you needed socks so your feet wouldn't get sweaty. "Oh yeah," you said. And brought me back a pair of red Elmo socks to go with your pink shoes and your orange dress. You were so proud of yourself. And I was too.
Potty training has been conquered this week (*knock on wood*). You've been interested in your musical kiddy potty for months, off and on. But something clicked last week and you've been great at peeing in the potty since Saturday. In fact, you don't even want to use the kiddy potty for peeing now, preferring instead to use it as a step stool for the big potty. Pooping, not so much. Still working on that. In fact, I am still stuck for what to so for school tomorrow. I am so proud. While using the kiddy potty, for encouragement, I made a sticker chart to use. You took to the idea great But the best part was when the potty would play music and I would gasp and cover my mouth with my hands and be crazy excited and say, "ANNA! I am so proud of you!!" You soon began to follow suit and do it the same time I did, telling me, "I'm so proud!" You are so funny!
Dogs days of summer... so many memories already this summer. The water park where you looove the wave pool. Inching out further and further, willing the waves to knock you down. And laughing hysterically when they did. Wanting to go on the big slides (definately your Daddy in you). You have such a craving for adventure and adrenaline. You are such a brave little girl. You jumped off a diving board last weekend (with a little help gfrom Gigi). Of course, someone was there to catch you (with your lifejacket on) but girl, you wanted more and more! You learned how to "swim"... with the lifejacket on. You really did very well... you were able to kick and paddle your way around the pool. I'm not so sure you would even sink without the life jacket! You play in the sprinkler almost nightly. Naked, of course. You like it in one particular spot, at a particular height. Very specific. And you play for nearly an hour. Until you are getting worn out and I'm afraid you will start tripping over yourself. So we head inside, maybe take a bath (where you practice swimming some more), brush teeth (you think it's hilarious that I am trying to tickle your teeth) and snuggle in your big girl bed. You have had it for three weeks now and made the transition just fine. I can't remember the last time you got in mine and Daddy's bed with us (I guess you nees your space). But you love for me to get in your bed with you. Sometimes we read. The Three Little Bears is a favorite. So is He Bear, She Bear. And Goodnight, Moon. Books that rhyme settle you down most of all. Or we will watch (some of) a movie. We have been on a Scooby Doo run for months. Many months. But recently, Shrek has been welcome too. Tonight you fell asleep watching an old Baby Eintstein video. Goofball. I love watching you as you snuggle down, your blanket has to be just so so, no wrinkles. We say our prayers. I love your hugs that you give so much more often now. The way you tell me you love me. My heart swells up. I will never tire of you being this little. You make me so incredibly happy, my mini me.
Love,
Momma
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Dear Anna,
I'm not going to dwell on how much time has passed before I got around to writing you letters. Let's see, today you are 2 years, 9 months and 21 days old. Dang. I feel so fortuate that I can remember so much of these past two years. So many details. Thankfully, your Gummi keeps a daily journal. And I'm sure she remembers stories that I don't. But we have so many good stories already, you and I.
From day one of trying to get preggo (or even thinking about it), I knew I wanted a girl. I know, I know... everyone says that they don't care if it's a boy or a girl, they just want a healthy baby. That was true for me too. But deep down, I knew that I was meant to have a girl. A mini-me. One who was just the right mix of frilly and tomboy. And my girl, that's what we got.
You love bugs. Your second birthday was bug themed. Now, some of the love has faded and you resort to smashing them with your shoes (junebugs, mostly). But you have never been scared of them. Always peering in for a closer look. Doing that silly looking half squat/half bend over maneuver that defies all laws of gravity and balance. We spend countless hours looking for rolly-pollies.
You are loving your shoes. Just this week, you really started getting into putting your own shoes on. Socks are still a challenge but you don't get pissed. I watched you for several minutes today try to put your socks on before you asked me for help. Yesterday, we ran to the grocery store and I asked you to get your shoes. In the past, this has meant slipping on your Crocs (a favorite). But that day, your brought me your velcro light up shoes. I suggested you needed socks so your feet wouldn't get sweaty. "Oh yeah," you said. And brought me back a pair of red Elmo socks to go with your pink shoes and your orange dress. You were so proud of yourself. And I was too.
Potty training has been conquered this week (*knock on wood*). You've been interested in your musical kiddy potty for months, off and on. But something clicked last week and you've been great at peeing in the potty since Saturday. In fact, you don't even want to use the kiddy potty for peeing now, preferring instead to use it as a step stool for the big potty. Pooping, not so much. Still working on that. In fact, I am still stuck for what to so for school tomorrow. I am so proud. While using the kiddy potty, for encouragement, I made a sticker chart to use. You took to the idea great But the best part was when the potty would play music and I would gasp and cover my mouth with my hands and be crazy excited and say, "ANNA! I am so proud of you!!" You soon began to follow suit and do it the same time I did, telling me, "I'm so proud!" You are so funny!
Dogs days of summer... so many memories already this summer. The water park where you looove the wave pool. Inching out further and further, willing the waves to knock you down. And laughing hysterically when they did. Wanting to go on the big slides (definately your Daddy in you). You have such a craving for adventure and adrenaline. You are such a brave little girl. You jumped off a diving board last weekend (with a little help gfrom Gigi). Of course, someone was there to catch you (with your lifejacket on) but girl, you wanted more and more! You learned how to "swim"... with the lifejacket on. You really did very well... you were able to kick and paddle your way around the pool. I'm not so sure you would even sink without the life jacket! You play in the sprinkler almost nightly. Naked, of course. You like it in one particular spot, at a particular height. Very specific. And you play for nearly an hour. Until you are getting worn out and I'm afraid you will start tripping over yourself. So we head inside, maybe take a bath (where you practice swimming some more), brush teeth (you think it's hilarious that I am trying to tickle your teeth) and snuggle in your big girl bed. You have had it for three weeks now and made the transition just fine. I can't remember the last time you got in mine and Daddy's bed with us (I guess you nees your space). But you love for me to get in your bed with you. Sometimes we read. The Three Little Bears is a favorite. So is He Bear, She Bear. And Goodnight, Moon. Books that rhyme settle you down most of all. Or we will watch (some of) a movie. We have been on a Scooby Doo run for months. Many months. But recently, Shrek has been welcome too. Tonight you fell asleep watching an old Baby Eintstein video. Goofball. I love watching you as you snuggle down, your blanket has to be just so so, no wrinkles. We say our prayers. I love your hugs that you give so much more often now. The way you tell me you love me. My heart swells up. I will never tire of you being this little. You make me so incredibly happy, my mini me.
Love,
Momma
(at the lake in June 2011)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
What I'm loving Wednesday
In the style of other bloggers I lurk follow, here's what I'm digging at the moment...
Many, many thanks to Mrs. Kate Spade for finally naming a purse after me. And for making it so stinkin caa-ute! And many, many more thanks to MJ for letting this little gem join my collection (purses are art and Anna will be so thrilled to carry Mom's vintage bags when she's older).
So flowy and comfy. And it has a built-in slip. Bonus!
And I'm wanting one of these to go with it,
Helloooo Heidi... help a sister out. Where did this cardigan come from??
I'm also thinking that this little lovely would look sweet with it,
But I can't quite figure out if I'm doing the skinny belt thing right. I feel like a dork wearing a tee-ninsy belt. Like, is my fupa magnified? Maybe my placement is all wrong.
I do love the look, tho.
And housewares....
I am neeeeding this shower curtain. Found the tutorial here. My Mom says "ruffles are so easy to make." Oh, reeeeeeally??
MJ and I are heading to (wait for it, wait for it....).....
Yesss. Ikea this weekend. It was either Ikea or let me buy some shrubs and flowers and plant all day (which we know I'll do anyway eventually) or Ikea for some fun. MJ thought Ikea would be less work for him more fun. Plus, Ikea has special meaning for us. It's our store.
I'm thinking about following these ladies great idea for this painted chevron rug.
So with the post that began last Wednesday and I didn't finish until today b/c of work and I'm still getting the hang of posting pics... ta da! Done!
Oh, I'm also loving this Wednesday (04/06) because it's the day before my birthday! Me and Anna are going to party it up tomorrow :)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday's craft
So Anna has "school" twice a week, from 8:30 to 2:00 (supposed to be 2:30 but I don't want her to be the last child picked up, so I'm always early). Sometimes, I use that time to run a couple of errands or clean the house without having her make a mess right behind me. But dang, the time goes by super quick! It's gotta be run errands OR clean OR do something crafty because before I know it, it's time to pick her up and she's fresh from a nap and ready to catch up on what she's missed at home.
Ready to go to "school"
So this Monday, I decided to do something crafty. Oh, and me and MJ did finally watch Due Date. Hiii-larious. Good stuff. When did Robert Downey, Jr. get so handsome? Anyway, I don't remember where I saw this idea. I'm sure it was on the web (or maybe in a catalog??) but when I find it again, I'll post credits.
For the hubby:
And my side of the bed:
I really had to zone myself in on this one (during commercial breaks of The Real Housewives of OC). It required a steady hand for the font I chose. If you are interested, here's how I did it:
*I used the lampshades we already had, red acrylic paint and a stiff/short bristled paintbrush.
*Picked out a font I liked printed out the letters I needed (this took a bit of trial and error trying to get the right sizes and proportions for my shade. I used the Garamond font, sizes 400 and 250).
*Taped the letters, one at a time, to the inside of the shade (centered it by eye; didn't measure but you could if you need to).
*I was by my sunny window in the den so I had no trouble seeing the outline of the letter to paint by. You could paint it while it's on the lamp with the lamp on to help with the outline.
*The tricky part, to me, was having the right brush and working the paint into the shade, instead of just brushing it on. My lampshade has the texture of an unglazed canvas and the paint wanted to bleed a little bit. I found I got cleaner lines if I used minimal paint and worked it in (you know, plant the brush down and kinda wiggle it back and forth). I had to go over a few spots to get enough color, but the lines turned out sharper.
*Just keep repeating with each letter!
This little craft took me maybe an hour, from start to finish. And it was free. Not a bad way to spruce up a room, eh?
So this Monday, I decided to do something crafty. Oh, and me and MJ did finally watch Due Date. Hiii-larious. Good stuff. When did Robert Downey, Jr. get so handsome? Anyway, I don't remember where I saw this idea. I'm sure it was on the web (or maybe in a catalog??) but when I find it again, I'll post credits.
For the hubby:
And my side of the bed:
I really had to zone myself in on this one (during commercial breaks of The Real Housewives of OC). It required a steady hand for the font I chose. If you are interested, here's how I did it:
*I used the lampshades we already had, red acrylic paint and a stiff/short bristled paintbrush.
*Picked out a font I liked printed out the letters I needed (this took a bit of trial and error trying to get the right sizes and proportions for my shade. I used the Garamond font, sizes 400 and 250).
*Taped the letters, one at a time, to the inside of the shade (centered it by eye; didn't measure but you could if you need to).
*I was by my sunny window in the den so I had no trouble seeing the outline of the letter to paint by. You could paint it while it's on the lamp with the lamp on to help with the outline.
*The tricky part, to me, was having the right brush and working the paint into the shade, instead of just brushing it on. My lampshade has the texture of an unglazed canvas and the paint wanted to bleed a little bit. I found I got cleaner lines if I used minimal paint and worked it in (you know, plant the brush down and kinda wiggle it back and forth). I had to go over a few spots to get enough color, but the lines turned out sharper.
*Just keep repeating with each letter!
This little craft took me maybe an hour, from start to finish. And it was free. Not a bad way to spruce up a room, eh?
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Bipolar weekend and my first attmept to post pics
Our weekend started off with a bang... a few tantrums by the little Miss....Nothing unusual. We all survived unscathed. Saturday was spent o-u-t-s-i-d-e. Might have even got a little color on my cheeks. The sunshine was ah-may-zing. And our fab East Texas humidity hasn't reared it's head yet so it was a delightfully dry 80-ish degrees. Outside....definately my favorite place. Anna doesn't require near the supervison as last year ("Noooo, don't touch that dead wasp" or constant "Be carefuls" and "Let me help yous"). Which means, I can catch up on my New York Times crosswords app, play in the dirt (getting the beds ready for planting) and maybe read a few e-mails. I don't dare try reading one of the five books I am in the middle of... she apparently interprets that as me saying, "I am so bored my sweet child that I allow myself to try to finish a grown-up book... puh-leeeze let me help you find more dandelions to scatter in the yard."
Here are my current selections:
An absolute classic, in my opinion, and I'm not even done reading it yet. I love the Ms. Angelou's raw viewpoint of the South and trying times. She's about the same age as my Grandfather and the contrast between the two lives is astonishing... but in some ways they are so similar.
This one makes me feels smarter. It's about the history of cancer... the entire history. Starting from when Jesus was a boy. No, actually, from waaay before then. No kidding. I have pages dog-eared for future topics to read up on (Go me!). It's fascinating, uses big medical words (that I know) and I read hours at a time when I crack this one open.... but because it's eleventy billion pages long, I still haven't finished it.
An easy read my Momma passed on to me. Written as tongue-in-cheek guidebook for us Southern Girls. Funny stories and yummy recipes thrown in. There's even a quote from a lady in my hometown... "Never leave the house without lipstick" (I don't know her, but I love a shout out to my town).
HUSH! There are too words in this book!! And the pictures are sooo pretty. The clothes in SATC2 were over the big top. I thought they kinda got carried away with the fashion (blasphemy, I know, but really.... how can you pack alllll of those hats and accessories and shoes and clothes for that trip?). I think that's what drew so many of us "normal" girls to Carrie and her crew... sure, they have more clothes than a Vogue closet but it was fun to see one of them wearing something we couldtry to duplicate. This BOOK goes through every detail of Carrie's outfits and tell why each was chosen (and where to buy. Ha. Freakin. Ha.). I get a little contact high when I flip through the pages. And the pictures are sooo pretty.
While this book isn't as current as I would like it to be, it's devine for showing me how far Nurses and the profession have come. It's written about a real RN and explains many ar situations I've been in.I find myself skipping over scenarios that don't interest me . Everything is explained in great detail, making it kinda wordy at times. But it's a good read for Nurses.
Dang it, if I wasn't so excited about this blog, I could've read something :)
Sunday, was the opposite of Saturday in every sense of the word. The weather did a 180 and temps didn't get to 60. Boo hiss. Me, the Mr and a well-behaved Anna went to the "make-up store" (Ulta), pet store (for entertainment only), and Target (our mecca and Anna's first word. No joke.). Did lunch at Dickey's BBQ. Left before Anna could even get that tantrum into full swing (Ha Ha!! I'm reading your cues, Miss Priss!). Spent the rest of the day in the house mostly playing hide and seek, Anna's favorite game.
Have a blessed Monday! I'm off work and Anna is in "school" tomorrow... nanny nanny boo boo!!
Here are my current selections:
An absolute classic, in my opinion, and I'm not even done reading it yet. I love the Ms. Angelou's raw viewpoint of the South and trying times. She's about the same age as my Grandfather and the contrast between the two lives is astonishing... but in some ways they are so similar.
This one makes me feels smarter. It's about the history of cancer... the entire history. Starting from when Jesus was a boy. No, actually, from waaay before then. No kidding. I have pages dog-eared for future topics to read up on (Go me!). It's fascinating, uses big medical words (that I know) and I read hours at a time when I crack this one open.... but because it's eleventy billion pages long, I still haven't finished it.
An easy read my Momma passed on to me. Written as tongue-in-cheek guidebook for us Southern Girls. Funny stories and yummy recipes thrown in. There's even a quote from a lady in my hometown... "Never leave the house without lipstick" (I don't know her, but I love a shout out to my town).
HUSH! There are too words in this book!! And the pictures are sooo pretty. The clothes in SATC2 were over the big top. I thought they kinda got carried away with the fashion (blasphemy, I know, but really.... how can you pack alllll of those hats and accessories and shoes and clothes for that trip?). I think that's what drew so many of us "normal" girls to Carrie and her crew... sure, they have more clothes than a Vogue closet but it was fun to see one of them wearing something we could
While this book isn't as current as I would like it to be, it's devine for showing me how far Nurses and the profession have come. It's written about a real RN and explains many ar situations I've been in.
Dang it, if I wasn't so excited about this blog, I could've read something :)
Sunday, was the opposite of Saturday in every sense of the word. The weather did a 180 and temps didn't get to 60. Boo hiss. Me, the Mr and a well-behaved Anna went to the "make-up store" (Ulta), pet store (for entertainment only), and Target (our mecca and Anna's first word. No joke.). Did lunch at Dickey's BBQ. Left before Anna could even get that tantrum into full swing (Ha Ha!! I'm reading your cues, Miss Priss!). Spent the rest of the day in the house mostly playing hide and seek, Anna's favorite game.
Have a blessed Monday! I'm off work and Anna is in "school" tomorrow... nanny nanny boo boo!!
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