Monday, February 27, 2012

Short and sweet...

This one’s gonna be short and sweet.  {I promise}  I know, me, short and sweet?  Neither one of those descriptions fit me.  I am now giggling at the thought of either of those in a sentence describing me.  Ornery and easily entertained maybe…ahh crud I’m already killing the short and sweet…

Okay two days into work, inventory is today.  Yah, I heard you gasp.  Don’t worry I’ve been choking on my own spit for the past two days.  I listen to everything I'm being taught as it goes in one ear and falls with a crashing spiral to the floor from the opposite ear.
I love it.  This job will be fast paced because I’ll make it that way.
It’s challenging.  
It’s a mess.   
{or maybe that's me}

Can you be diagnosed with ADHD x 2?  I’ll ask.  {wink}

As thoughts go off in my brain as fireworks over top of each other I’m trying to make sense of it all and retain it.  It’s exhausting and demanding; trying and 
freakin’ awesome!

I love being pushed.  I have plans.  I can’t wait until I actually know what I’m doing.
{I bet my managers can’t wait either.  wink}

Okay, here’s my funny.  I called Moi to see how the kids were today.  She said they were playing in their rooms and that she would check on them when we got off the phone.  On the way back to my locker she sent me a picture.  This is what they were doing.

I love creativity…it’s evidently hereditary.  And yes, I think we are all out of socks …the entire family.  {grin}

Have a great week…after Tuesday I will be a puddle with a name tag.  But that’s alright; I just keep smiling ‘cuz I don’t know any better.



Friday, February 24, 2012

Email Issues...

I guess this is the week for love/hate relationships.  As earlier discussed I love my girls but hate shopping…well now I realize I hate and oh so love email.

It’s wonderfully convenient and the instantaneous delivery of news to your exact location still thrills me to pieces.


I hate sorting through it.  I hate getting too much.  It really bothers me to have it sitting there, lurking, lingering…smirking because it knows I’m avoiding it.  Why would I avoid it you ask?  Well, that is because I would like to take my time to respond to things personally and with thought. 
Or if it’s one of my favorite blogs then I want to have the time to read said blog and then comment sincerely. 
Or perhaps it’s a tutorial.  In that case I would like to have to time to sit down and list what I need then promptly whisk off to my craft room and experiment.

And then I wake up….

I don’t have time for any of that.  {lately}  So instead of responding accordingly I save it for another time; which actually translates into me avoiding/neglecting it.
But then it sets off a chain reaction of alarms. 
I cannot stand my inbox to be full or even full-ish. 
When my mail opens I like to have less than half a page so that I don’t need to scroll down.  Huh?  No, I have no idea why.  And yes, that is strange and I know I’m oddly particular about things that don’t matter. 
But hey, it is what it is.  {scowl}

Oh and here’s the kicker.  I just went into my email to sort and read and I have over 400 messages.  To most of these blogging chickees that’s a drop in the bucket.  But to fastidious Pidg over here who doesn’t like more than ten emails staring her in the face it’s a lot!

Huh?  Oh, yah, the kicker.  As soon as I finally acknowledged those emails sitting there {and don’t be absurd, I have opened most of them just not done anything with them}
I promptly decided to write a post about my irritation instead of dealing with the situation.
But I’m thinking about it…I promise. {crosses fingers}

Hang on, I’m going to sort and clear two pages right now.  The crossing of the fingers is making me feel bad.
Okay, I'm back...

I have 204 more…I went for the gusto {whatever that is} and decided to sort through the entire box tonight.  Life doesn’t really allow for us to ‘comfortably’ sit down and do anything.  I should be used to this.  And it certainly shouldn’t be an epiphany.

Why do I always have run on the treadmill of previous lessons learned?

Okay, I need a solve.  {I’m a slover ya know.}  I promise to go through
{and handle/respond to} my mail each night.  That way I can keep my inbox clutter free and sparkly and stop hiding under rocks.  {as often…snicker}

I think my calendaring system is in need of revision.  Oh wait, I’ve stopped calendaring.  I’ve been flying by the seat of my pants again.
{And now we’re back to the treadmill effect…sheesh..}

Okay, I’m going back in…

9 messages…Woo freakin’ hoooo!

You have to understand this is therapy at its best!  I feel free and alive and …yah, I know, I’m demanding and fussy and strange, but it’s the lil things in life for me! {wink}

Okay, new house rules.  No more avoidance!
{Haven’t I written about avoidance before?  Hmm…}

Hey!  Whoever just yelled “the craft room” better stop heckling right now!

I’m off to go do something remotely important but between this post and cleaning my email I totally forgot what that important thing was.  I’ll have a soda instead. 
Yes Darcie, it will be a Dr. Pepper.

Enjoy your day…don’t avoid anything or let it pile up or fester about odd things.  Love/hate…it’s a strange but common combo.  I really need to pick a side.



Thursday, February 23, 2012

Sleeping in...

{A lil disclaimer for Nay.  This was written yesterday…I’m not off today.  I will be at work within the hour.  Or I would be emailing you just because I can.  But I can’t.
You get the idea.  Wink}

I’m off today.  I had every intention of going back to sleep this morning.
OH Yah buddy!
Me and the pillow snuggled up nice and cozy.  When I went to bed last night I had every thought of glee and bliss thinking of how after I got Po off to work and the kids on the bus I would just sneaky sneak back under the covers.  {Happy endings}

I even laughed to myself {that Santa type of chortle} at the thought of how Po and the kids would never know how deliberately rebellious I was going to be.

Now the reality of it all is I’ve been up since 5am.  I had to take the younger girls to school because a certain child that’s really ‘busy’ wouldn’t get her bum in gear and then had to talk an older daughter out of coming home.  The boys barely made their bus due to THEM crawling back under MY covers and I’m sitting here blogging.
{I do have my lights dim as if the thought is still lingering though. 
That’s rebellious right?}

So, I’m going to see Po for lunch today at his new store.  {We’re cute like that.}  I just walked by the mirror and it looks like someone cooked bacon in my hair so a shower is in order.  My kitchen is trashed and I have to relist on the shop.  I have to make dinner for the fam and company coming over and possibly do laundry since well, I just should.  The dogs are howling in the kitchen and I need to put together a piece of exercise equipment.
{Yes you heard me right, the chronicles of movement might just have a few more chapters after all.  wink}

Bed?  Pshh…who needs it.  {sniff}  I guess being a rebel just isn’t on the agenda today.  But just between me and you, I’m going to think about it all day.  Headphones in making sheet angels {not to be mistaken with snow angels} in the bed because I would be lying in it by myself and possibly ending up diagonal with my blankie up to my face.

Just a thought.

Oh, my phone just went off…I guess I’ll go get that prescription too.
{Insert pity party here.}

I’ll be here if you need me, not in bed; thinking only productive thoughts.

{And now, as you know, I won’t be here if you need me.  I’ll be working and being productive thinking only sleepy-snuggly thoughts.  Get it? wink}

I have an inkling my hair is going to be big and unruly today.  It’s always been rebellious.  Happy day!


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Shopping a love/hate relationship...

I went to the store to get my girls organizer thingys for their awfully trashed room.
We ended up going directly to the clearance clothing section and trying on things for way too long. 
{My co-workers will never let me hear the end of it for being there so long.}

Then we went over to electronics to try and find a $20 game for Po which ended up being an epic fail after I talked to the kids in electronics about every game in the world and ended with Po pouting because it just wasn’t what he wanted.
{Yes, I was texting his pouting self at home.}

I left completely exhausted and with zero games.

Oh, a movie, that will do it…I read the back of several ‘family’ movies then somehow left with one that was PG-13.  Really?  So that kind of knocks the boys out…I’ll be going back and returning it tomorrow…  Hey, what’s slightly less than epic fail?  Moderate fail maybe?
 {sardonic smirk}

Then we finally got to the organizational area of the store
{when co-worker from clothing started laughing again from across the store in seeing that we were still there}

Suddenly, all of the ideas and hopes for a clean and tidy space flew from the girl’s brains.  They didn’t know what to get or what to do or how to torture me less by ending this shopping experience.
Busy irritated Moi by jumping off the edge of the cart for the umpteen-billionth time and Moi sufficiently threatened her life.  I then sent Hanna and Busy to get me a drink while Moi and I turned the corner and spotted Busy’s diabetic ‘survival’ bag on a display of vacuums.
{Of course because … wait what?}  Yah, that’s kind of what I was thinking.

Moi and I gave up grabbed the girls ran across the store to grab chicken and tortillas for our enchiladas tomorrow night and ran to the check-out.
{Only 3 lifetimes later}

The girls started arguing again, making fun of each other and subtly kicking each other as we exited the store.  We got in the car, Hanna started singing…horribly…like ears bleeding kind of pain.

Me:  “Hanna…really?”
Hanna:  “Mom…I’m dying really I am.”
Me:  “Why are you taking us with you?”

Then laughter…lots of it…we were spent.

This is why I love my girls.  I love them more than I hate shopping.  So I shop with them and laugh even when shopping hurts.  Bailey was right…I am half man. {wink}

But I know, one day I won’t have anyone here to drag me around making scenes and sorting through the clearance section and zipping themselves up into robes.


At least we’re easily entertained.

Have a beautimous day!



Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The power of prayer...

Yah, we’ve all heard it.  But have you ever sat down and really contemplated the actual ‘power’ behind it all?

I have.

As we’ve been knocked from a stand to our knees; then from our knees to our face…then the rope tightens around our ankles and the truck starts and we’re suddenly dangling from it as it speeds down a dirt road; rocks hitting our face and I look like an aluminum can hanging from a car that reads “Just Married” I do believe that gave me time for careful contemplation.

How’s that for description?  {giggle}

But, I can honestly say I’m grateful; for the trial, for the experience, for the prayers received and offered up.  They work and continue to humble me.

This is how it went down:

In November I received a phone call, I got the job; part-time cashier to fill in the gap where the bills were slowly creeping over us like a lush kudzu vine.  We were saved.  We had simplified but the money coming in just wasn’t enough.  Now, we would have it; maybe not a “Christmas” but the every day would be taken care of.

Two hours later I received an email; child support would not be coming for possibly 90 days.

I cried.

In December we still weren’t receiving child support but my part-time job offered me varying full {ish} time hours.  Somehow, the gaps were still being filled.

In January, still no child support.  There were over-payments of child support in the Fall that were immediately paid back.  I know this; I paid them back myself.  I still wasn’t able to get through to anyone in child support enforcement and the recording would only tell me to write a letter.
Which I did; and again.

In January no child support.  Po gets a call; all personnel to the store at 9pm.  Yah.  We knew what was coming.  See, my Po has been a Market Manager for Food Lion for over 15 years.  For all those who aren’t familiar that’s a grocery chain out here that just closed about 134 stores.  His store was one of them.   In Maryland he was the top paid Market Manager because he’s just that good.
{I’m his wife, but it’s nice to know at least they appreciated him there.}

So the even better news was that they weren’t placing any of them.  He was going to be without a job.

I cried.  But not when he would see me.  I had to be strong, for him.

We prayed, and talked and prayed some more.  For the first time in our lives we really realized how much we did not have control of anything.  I mean being stripped financially was something we had become accustomed to.  But the thought of losing our house and not being able to keep my pidglets safe was a whole new ball game.  Thankfully the pidglets would still have insurance but Po and I are up a creek.  {Thank you Sheila Bee for sending out ®Reliv to keep us healthy until benefits would arrive}

Nothing on this green earth was in our control.  Had a certain someone let child support enforcement know I had made those payments back {immediately} none of this would ever have happened.  Someone had control, it just wasn’t me.

We took a deep breath and decided if we couldn’t pull through this as a family and with love and not frustration and stress then we didn’t deserve the blessings that Heavenly Father had in store for us.
{true story. wink}

So, we laughed, we made fun of our poor selves and loved and spent time together.  We played board games and dug in finding the little time we had together {all of us} and allowed Him to show us what He had in store.

We prayed for whatever He chose.  We prayed for His will to be done.  We prayed for faith to allow us to remain together.

After the store announced it’s closing a Store Manager from BI-LO, another grocery chain, came into Po’s store and scout him out.
{To good to be true.  That doesn’t really happen.}
Next week the District Manager from BI-LO came in and offered for Po to come work for him.  Pshh….yah we’ll believe it when we see it.
Then for a few weeks, we heard nothing.

Po continued to work out his store until it closed.  It was sad really.  Shelves were empty displaying nothing but rusty squares on the floor where they had rest for so many years.  Signs were removed leaving a smoky impression on the walls.  Departments were barren and the lights were dim where  people once had jobs.  It was eerie to say the least.  It was over.  It was closure.

One week later I was told that a department manager position was open at my store.  It made no sense to me.  When I had originally applied for the cashier position I had purposely left off all of my experience; managerial and otherwise because I just wanted front end.  No one knew me.   I hadn’t even made it through my 90 days yet.

Needless to say, I applied.

District Manager called Po on the Thursday his store closed, “Hey, when are you going to come work for me?”

Needless to say Po took the job.  A lil bit more money, Market Manager, and a lil bit closer to home.  He went not one day without a job.

A week later I got an interview.  By mid-day one of our Assistant Managers was congratulating me as I spit on my customer with thanks and glowing perspiration I’m sure.
{I’m smooth like that}

None of this made sense.  None of this was in our control.  It was all Him, our Father in Heaven who knows us each individually.  How in all of the mayhem could we have possibly seen this coming?  I look back and shudder to think what if we had failed each other?  What if we had gotten sour and bitter and frustrated and resentful?  What if we had fallen apart?

I’m so grateful we didn’t.  I’m so grateful we chose to go down on the sinking ship together if that’s what it took.  I knew we wouldn’t but it was nice that if it were to come to that we were all sticking together.

To date:

Po finished training and started at his new store today.
I start my new position Saturday.

We both have 40 hours and benefits in 90 days. 
{And we both have hair nets…the perks just keep coming.  wink}
My paperwork was received; child support will be starting again soon.

"Let us remember, too, that greatness is not always a matter of the scale of one’s life, but of the quality of one’s life. True greatness is not always tied to the scope of our tasks, but to the quality of how we carry out our tasks whatever they are. In that attitude, let us give our time, ourselves, and our talents to the things that really matter now, things which will still matter a thousand years from now."
-Spencer W. Kimball

Things that matter…is how we got through it, what we learn from it and what we teach our children.

Enduring to the End

Finally, I did something the right way.  There may be hope for me after all.

Psalms 37:3-5

Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.  Delight thyself also in the Lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.  Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in Him; and he shall bring it to pass.

I am so grateful and overflowing with thanks for the blessings my family has received.  I am so thankful in all of the world’s ugliness that I chose not to share that the light stills streams of the love my Father has for me and my family.  I’m blessed to be focused on the good and have good friends {that’s you} that I might share these things with.

And to top it off with a wondermous blessing, my daddy is doing just fine.  And just as handsome as ever...whew... {smirk}



Thursday, February 9, 2012

Surgery part two...

My daddy is having his surgery part two on Friday.  I think I’m scared… glad it will be over…frustrated that certain personnel of the Hospital were so rude last time Moi and my mama both told me NOT to come to the hospital because I would be escorted out.
{I’m kind of the enforcer of the family.  I don’t take much crud where family is concerned.}
But I’m guessing you already knew that about me.  {wink}

I also know that he had access to my blog last time and I don’t want him to be shy of reading material when he’s recovering.

I have to work again while he’s in surgery.  I haven’t had time to digest his going through this again.  When they cleaned out the artery in the left side of his neck they found that the ‘ulcer’ was in fact an aneurism.  They know that the right side also has one.  I never really put much thought into the word aneurism unless I was referring to myself when the kids were driving me crazy.  It’s scary for me to think about it, but my dad is being very brave.  He left me the sweetest voicemail today while I was working…I saved it.

Okay, so with that lil update posted now we’ll pray and have hope and rely on faith.  Then I’ll find more strength in the scriptures and pray some more for good measure.  I have been so blessed really.  My dad, until now, has always been healthy and in better shape than me let me tell you… stop laughing, that part wasn’t a joke.  Let’s all take a moment of silence for the out of shape me that is Pidg.

Okay I’m done, silence isn’t really my forte.

I’m off to get a few things done and possibly get ahead on some other things.
{I’m being vague for a reason.  It really keeps the accountability factor down…snort}

I hope you’re all having a great week.  If not, change your plans to include that.  {wink}

P.S.  This is my daddy.  Isn't he so handsome?  He's got the best hair.  Wanna know something funny?  I got my curly hair from him...if he didn't blow dry it into his wave of awesomeness and he grew it out we would be twins.  True story.
{I can also hear his under-the-breath-laugh he's doing right now because I posted a picture of him.  Trust me, he's man-giggling right now.}



Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Bloglovin’  pshh…cool…that’s cool.
New way to follow people
{Okay fine, new for me}
Nay says do it…yah…okay I’m in.

Bloglovin’  :  SIGN UP

I’m sorry that email is already in use. 
{Yah, cuz there are so many PidgApegs out there}
Try various passwords…I hear distant evil laughing …no it wasn’t the kids, it was karma and life and technology
{which I had to use spell check for bytheway}
giggling itself at me…again

Fight with Bloglovin’ fight with the email(s) that say we can’t locate your account.

Really?  That’s weird since I don’t even remember signing up.
I have about 14 emails sent to myself until it finally felt the pressure of what is Pidg and gave me a new owo3l2390472oj5lj type of password.
{Oh great now you all have access to my account.  wink}

Now I have a bloglovin’ account.
Went to Nay’s followed her.

That’s it.  I’m that kid in class when the teacher calls her name and dang it if she wasn’t doodling flowers on her notebook paper in her trapper keeper. 


I’m so challenged.  In most ways.  {deep sigh}

Follow me on Bloglovin’  if you can find me…and then if you find me tell me where I’m at. 
I love technology...but not as much as you and me…but I still love technology…

Busy sings that in the most perfect ‘Kip’ voice ever.

Well, I tried something new.  Now I’m going to go try dog food the chances are pretty good of it turning out better.

I’m a dorkwad.  Now will you come home Bailey? 
See, I’m not above using guilt to get my eldest child back home and away from college and a promising job.  I’m just thinking of what’s best for her… me…her
Besides, if this doesn’t work I’m still holding the white chicken chili recipe over her head.  That’s right Bai…no soup for you!

Hey, Nay just text me…I’ll tell you what she says!
“Think you’re cute and Funny huh?”

She’s referring to my tagging her in my last post.
I am cute and funny and 44… {snicker} 
Nay: “Yah a pretty old looking 44-year-old”

Me:  “I’m posting this conversation.  Better watch out.”

Yes, blackmail suites me tonight…yes, I think I’m funny …
She just said she actually started cussing in Spanish when she read my last text.  Bwahhhahahahahaha THE POWER!

Huh?…no…no… PLEASE still follow me on bloglovin’  when I find myself…
{I seriously just spit because I was laughing…I’m still posting this in the morning}

Yah, I’m going to caffeinate before work.  No being cute and funny {hyper} there, I have to be remotely efficient.
{but just remotely … grin}

It’s late.  But when you read this it won’t be now so it doesn’t matter.

P.S.  I found the widget for bloglovin’  I was tempted to get the counter so you could actually see the one follower.  After I stopped laughing and Po stopped staring at me; I decided against it.

I have more to say that’s random and means absolutely nothing to anyone but I’ll stop.  For now…the fever is taking hold…

Po is still staring.  Over and out…



Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Tag you're it...

So…I was tagged by Jamie from One Step at a Time in the coolest lil post.  I haven’t gotten to play a game in a while so I thought, heck yes, let’s do this thing.


  1. Post these rules {that was funny to me…and yes there was a part of me that didn’t want to just because they told me to.  Yah, I’m working on my attitude.  wink}
  2. You must post 11 random things about yourself…oh here we go again.
  3. Answer the questions set for you in their post.
  4. Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.
  5. Go to their blog and tell them you’ve tagged them.

Know what I loved about this?  One of the rules wasn’t
and please tag 27 new people…whew.
They always kill me with the tagging or awarding stuff because I feel like I don’t know that many people.  Yay  I can tag as many or as little as I want…woo hoo..yay… {wait let me go make a list… nervous grin}

Here are the questions Jamie made up for me and my fellow tagees…is that right?  Or are they her tagees?  I do know she’s the tagger…hmm

1. What motivates you?  Really Jamie?  You Jamie?... the runner of marathons?  Fine {Miss Thang}  soda motivates me…are you happy now?  Sheesh…now I’m depressed I’m gonna have to go crack open another frosty can of carbonated wonder. {grin}

2. What is your favorite dessert?  Ya know my family and I have talked about this before {probably a lil too much} but it’s weird I don’t know.  I’m a pretty “well-rounded” dessert kind of girl.  {That was good huh?  Come on you know that was funny.}  But today I’m going to go with my Mama’s chocolate chip cookies.  You can’t beat them and NO ONE can duplicate them.  I’ve watched her, made them along side her and cannot get that amazingly lace-type of crisp to them.  It’s frustrating.  She has something in her pockets I’m pretty certain.

3. How old were you when you realized you were grown up?  Uhh…I guess I’m not there yet.  I’m sure my pidgletts will let me know when I am. {wink}

4. Did you ever write a letter to your 17 year old self?   Nope.  I go to bed with each and every flaw and wake up to find bright and shiny new ones.  No regrets, no looking back I’ve got too much to navigate with my 37 year old self.

5.  What is your dream race?  (runner or not…)  Ahh hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…eh hem… wait…. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!

6. Would you (or have you) ever sky dived?  Okay fine I’ll answer one seriously.  I actually had that on my list of things to do until I started spitting out people from my body.  Something about hitting the earth like a flesh-n-blood balloon made me think twice about my children being left behind.  I would be that cartoon where the chute doesn’t open.  But when I’m old and the kids are all grown yah, I’ll do it for sure.  And when my face is all caught in the mach 5 wind and my wrinkles are all pushed back behind my head I’ll have someone taking pictures for the posterity I leave behind.

7. Where is your best vacation spot?  I’m not one for travel but since we’re talking about a ‘spot’ and not just time off I would take Po back home to San Diego since he’s never been there.  {Notice how I didn’t say the kids?  That’s where the vacation comes in to play wink}

8. What is your go-to-meal for the family?  Tacos.  Any version we can make up…love, love, love tacos. 

9. Toms or no?  Who’s he?  Or are there two of them?  Okay, really I know what Tom’s are {quite by accident because of reading blogs}  but I’m a mom, I’m cheap and I don’t shop…unless it’s for soda.  When I publish, I will buy a pair and blog about them just so I can be cool…of course then people will all be wearing Bobs or Karls or something better.

10. Are you pinning right now?  Ugh…Jamie! Is this 11 questions to make Pidg look lame and completely out of everything that is popular and cool…because you could have done that in about 2 questions really.  {giggle…even though it’s true} No I don’t pin.  My manager at work who is uber cool and up to date and who has a phone that mesmerizes me with it’s magic sent me an invite.  {Truly that was cool enough for me} but I’m scared.  There I said it I’m scared of Pinterest…What if I get addicted?  What if it’s something I can’t peel away from?  What if I poke myself with a pin and I start to bleed?

11. What do you want to be when you grow up?  Well since I gave up on taller because I stopped growing at age 11 I would have to say a writer.  Oh, let me clarify… a writer that actually gets paid…with real money.

I am exhausted…

Okay so with a fresh new outlook to other people having to answer random questions….here are mine for the chickees I deem tagged….

1.       If you were a book what would your ‘title’ be?
2.      What value best represents you?  You know, faith, integrity, knowledge that sorta stuff.  {No, don’t give me money values…Haha! I beat you to it}  Part two:  What value would you like to work on the most for yourself?
3.      What is it about your spouse that completes you so perfectly?
4.      How many fingers am I holding up?  No, really?
5.      What is your most cherished keepsake?
  1. What {to date} would you say is your greatest accomplishment?  {Stop moaning, if you’re tagged I already know you’re amazing!}
  2. What was your favorite book, toy or game when you were little?
  3. Why do you ‘really’ blog?
  4. Loch Ness monster…Fact or fiction?
  5. What or who inspires you to be a better you?
  6. Why do you think we women enjoy these blogging game thingys?

Ahh…crud I totally forgot the 11 random things about me…I really feel like we just did this.  Okay…I’m not even clearing my throat for this one.

1.       I still check on my kids when they’re sleeping.
  1. My Sheila Bee calls me ‘Salty Mama’ because I’m more addicted to salt than I am Dr. Pepper.  {true story}
  2. I literally still feel my heart catch in my chest each time I see Po.
  3. My mom is my best friend …no she didn’t make me say that…this time {wink}
  4. I tell people I’m 44 so they think I look amazing for my age.  {fine that’s not true, but it’s brilliant isn’t it?  I should start.}
  5. Po has called me Baby since way before we were dating.  I’m not really sure if he knows my real name.
  6. Bailey had to help drive me to the hospital {Andrews AFB} when she was just 11 because I was incredibly sick and about to give birth to Lil Man.
  7. I am seriously thinking about marrying tossed salad.
  8. Olive green is my favorite color.  I know, almost too exciting for words right?
  9. Today was the first time I could wear jeans in a week because of work.  {I was beginning to mourn.}
  10. I used to collect snails when I was like 10.  My mom is a very tolerant woman.


And now to the tagging….YES!  I feel like I’ve accomplished something and now I get to pass the torch of creativity and thought provoking questions of wonder to my bloggy pals!

{I've revoked the bloggy pals bit...turns out they weren't so into it ...even tho they all made me do it in some way or another...Personally I think my questions made them work too hard.  wink}

I hope you have fun with this chickees but if you don’t feel inclined, dontcha worry about it.  I love and miss you to pieces!  Have a wondermous rest of the week!