Thank you, Anna Marie Jarvis!

I love Mother's Day. I might love it more than any other holiday, really. Know why?

BECAUSE IT IS ALL ABOUT ME.

Yep. It's the one day a year that I don't have to do one.single.thing. I don't have to lift one finger. Not even a toe, really. And everything we do during the day is a result of a choice I MAKE. It's like being Queen for a Day!

I was allowed to sleep late (8 am!) this morning, which is always a great experience.

I was served breakfast in bed (eggs over medium with buttered toast and iced tea). On the tray with the breakfast was a beautiful descriptive paragraph my 10 year-old daughter wrote at school. She said her teacher told her it would make me cry, and as predicted, tears did fall. It was a very touching paragraph, and if I wasn't so lazy, I'd get up and go get it and retype it here...

I was left alone for about an hour after breakfast, so I watched TV from the comfort of my bed. The children and their dad were in the basement doing the Mommy Mall, so it was even QUIET upstairs while I was in bed. Yee haw.

I was showered with gifts. It's crazy insane how many gifts I got, really! I loved every single one of them. Some chocolates, some scrapbooking things, some shirts, a pair of PJs, some earrings, a Wii fit game and a lot of good smelling soaps, lotions and bubble bath products from Bath & Body Works (my husband said each child made their own gift bags at B&BW on Friday night, which must've been a comical scene! Bless the man for his patience!)

Once I was dressed and ready to leave the house, I was adorned with a beautiful yellow orchid.



I was taken to a nice restaurant for brunch, where my children behaved and didn't whine or fight (much). They were even agreeable enough to get a nice picture at the end of the meal. (Look! The older two are even T.O.U.C.H.I.N.G.)



I was given a bouquet of tulips by our waiter (other moms were just getting one tulip each, but he gave me one tulip for each of my lovely children. Can you say NICE, FAT TIP?) BONUS: They perfectly matched the tulips my sister sent!

The waiter also gave me a split of champagne and a $25 gift certificate to spend on a future visit (Woo hoo! I smell a DATE NIGHT!)

When we got back home, I was allowed to spend more time by myself while the children swam with my husband in the backyard pool.

I talked to my mom and had a nice conversation.

At 7 pm, we gathered on the couch as a family to watch "America's Funniest Home Videos", which was, as usual, a gutbusting good time.

As I type this (sitting in my comfy spot on the Oasis), my sweet husband is preparing a bacon sandwich for my dinner, and we have the "Survivor" finale paused on the DVR.

Tomorrow I'll have to go back to doing the dishes and the laundry and cleaning the house, but for now, I'm just chillin' and letting myself enjoy these last few Mother's Day moments. Ahhhhhh.....

I am truly, truly blessed.

Happy Mother's Day, y'all. I hope yours was as good as mine was.

And thank you, Anna Marie Jarvis, for creating Mother's Day. You are my hero.

Holy Saturday, Batman!

Today we had a neighborhood yard sale. Someone else organized it and promoted it and all I had to do was open my garage and put out a bunch of stuff to sell. Easy Peasy, right?

Wrong.

I found more junk in my basement than I expected to have. I just kept pulling things out. It needed to be done, really, but man, am I tired and sore because of it.

Today was the sale. We had gorgeous weather and a great turnout. We made $178, which is nothing to sneeze at. Nice chunk of change.

The best part was spending 5 hours with my daughter. My husband took the little ones to his mom's on Friday night so they'd be out of my hair today. My 7 year-old spent most of his time playing computer games, then realized he was all alone inside the house and came out to sit with us.

From 7:15 (!) a.m. until about 11 am it was just me and Camryn minding the store. We had fun selling our junk, watching the people come and go, and just talking and laughing together. If our relationship survives the teen years, I suspect we'll be very good friends we she grows up. I really enjoy being in her company, 'cause she be a funny girl!

When it was over and I was packing up the stuff to take to the Goodwill, the UPS man pulled up in front of my house. Unusual to see the man in brown on a Saturday, but there he was. He was a nice lookin' man in brown, too.

He brought me a box and wished me a Happy Mother's Day.

The box was from 1-800 flowers. I thought, "Aw! My hubby sent me flowers!"

Then I opened the box and saw these:



and I read this:



Those gorgeous tulips were a gift from my younger sister. I was floored.

I was so touched, because I don't think she's ever given me a gift for Mother's Day. I didn't expect one.

But I love it. I love that she took the time to send them to me. I love tulips. LOVE them.

Thanks, Neener. You really made my day.

Blog Challenge: Picture Perfect

This week's Blog Challenge from ScrapShare, posted by my friend Joanie:

I love pictures that capture that essence of who we are. It got me thinking about my own loved ones and how much I treasure those few photos that capture the magic of that person I love. So the challenge this week is to post a picture of someone you love. It can't be just any picture, it should be one of those pictures that you look at and you really see something about that person.Once you find that special picture, post it in your blog and tell us what it is that makes it special.This is not limited to children, or spouses. It is for anyone, even beloved pets.

This is my choice:



This is the photo that came to mind when I read the blog challenge. It's one of my favorite photos that I've ever taken.

That's my daughter, Lillian, on the left. She was 2, I think. That's my dad on the right, doing his "I'm gonna' make you laugh" face for Lillian. It worked, 'cause she's laughing.

My dad loves me and my sister so much, and he always made it a point to tell us that and show us that love as we grew up. I'm so grateful to have had a sensitive, caring, loving, funny daddy, because there aren't many of those in this world. I was blessed to have married a man just like Dad, too. The men in my life truly love their families, would choose their company over any other, and that is precious and rare.

My daddy has a great laugh. He doesn't laugh at everything; he's kind of selective. He loves slapstick humor and intelligent humor the most. I have to say I swell with pride when I make my dad laugh. I am honored that something I said tickled his funny bone, because he's a smart man, and he appreciates a smart joke. The same can be said of my husband. He's very similar to my dad in a lot of ways, but that one area more than any. I love making those guys snicker, because to me it says I'm smart if I can make a smart person laugh.

I love that picture because it reminds me of my dad's love of laughter and his love for his family. I can almost hear Lillian giggling when I look at it. It makes me giggle, too.

One Word

Not as easy as you might think... answer each question with only one word!

1. Where is your cell phone? car
2. Significant other? work
3. Your hair? grey
4.Your mother? intelligent
5. Your father? talented
6. Your favorite thing? pajamas
7. Your dream last night? weird
8. Your favorite drink? tea
9. Your dream/goal? debtless
10. The room you're in? scrap
11. Your hobby? scrapbooking
12. Your fear? drowning
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here
14. Where were you last night? home
15. What you're not? sad
16. Muffins? banana
17. One of your wish list items? ring
18. Where you grew up? missed
19. The last thing you did? dishes
20. What are you wearing? shorts!
21. Your TV? distraction
22. Your pets? soft
23. Your computer? distraction
24. Your life? amazing
25. Your mood? upbeat
26. Missing someone? parents
27. Your car ? overused
28. Something you're not wearing? jewelry
29. Favorite store? Target
30. Your summer? anticipated
31. Like someone? children
32. Your favorite color? red
33. When is the last time you laughed? today
34. Last time you cried? dunno

Accomplishment

I shared my to do list a few blog entries ago, and I'm proud to say it's partially finished. I feel empowered!

On Wednesday, Lillian and I cleared the ledge. We left a few things in place, because there is a huge neighborhood yard sale on May 10th, and there were some things on the ledge that need to go in the sale, or in the trash can outside, or to the dump.



And then we cleaned out and organized the bottom tall cabinet (to be 100% honest, Lillian enjoyed some Goldfish and an apple juice box and verbally encouraged me while I worked, saying things like, "Wow, Mommy! You are a good cleaner girl!")

Now that cabinet holds paper towels (previously stored under the kitchen desk) and the kids' lunchbox stuff.



When my husband came home, he was inspired by my enthusiasm, and he finished emptying the upper tall cabinet.

Well, I'll say that he was more inspired by me saying, "That upper cabinet is your stuff, so you need to grab a box and clean it out," but he actually took the suggestion to heart, so I'll give him credit. He saved a few of his Nutri System entrees, because he likes them (shiver). Ick.



The Nutri System boxes are now sitting in the floor of my scrapbook room, waiting to be photographed and listed on eBay. Hopefully I'll get around to that this weekend, but I also have to help the boys clean out their closet (again) and rotate the summer clothes to the bottom racks of the kids' closets.... and then there's the laundry. Always the laundry. So if I just get the Nutri System photographed and organized, that will be a big hurdle cleared.



And, it wasn't on my original list, but I did get the countertop cleaned off this morning. It was cluttered with junk, and now it looks like this:



In other news, here's what Quinn and I worked on last night while Daddy took Camryn and Aiden to Math & Science night at their school:



I'm so very proud of him, because just 2 weeks ago he was stumbling over naming the letters. I had a conference with his 4K teacher and we talked about some things we could do to enrich his letter learning. They've worked, because now he's calling out letters he sees on signs when we're in the car, and he is copying words I write. I'm amazed at his progress, and he is so very proud of himself!

A couple of other tidbits...

Camryn's room has remained clean the entire month. She has needed some reminders, so I think we'll give her a small reward at the end of the month and encourage her to keep cleaning without reminders. Then she will get the loft bed. (The original agreement was that we would consider the bed at the end of April... there was never a guarantee...)

Aiden never ceases to amaze me with his intellect and powers of reasoning. A few days ago I was sitting with him watching something about space. Maybe Nova or Discovery channel or something (the kid DVRs everything that has anything to do with science!) The topic was way over my head (galaxies and black holes and whatnot... yawn...) but Aiden was thoroughly engrossed. I was half listening, so I got the gist of what they were saying: in billions of years our galaxy will collide with the Andromeda galaxy. Gotcha.

At one point Aiden looked at me, and I could see the gears turning. He said, "Hmmm... I bet when that happens, we'll have a lot more planets in our solar system."

You go, baby Carl Sagan. You rock that space stuff, son. I'll just sit here and pretend to know what you're talking about. (The kid got his scientific curiousity from his Daddy...that's for darn sure!)

So that's what's happening here this week. It's been a pretty good one, and I'm looking forward to the next one.

Ob-la-di, ob-la-da. Life goes on.

Reading is Fundamental

Yesterday after lunch (Welcome to Moe's!), my husband took my two younger children to spend the afternoon at his mother's house at her request. He offered to pick them up on the way home from work yesterday evening, so I didn't have to go get them.

Works for me.

I picked up our two older children from school and decided to spend the afternoon with them, since that's not something we get to do often. We stopped at our favorite gas station/restaurant/bait shop/convenience store and got some junk food, then drove down to a book store my daughter has been begging to visit. The books were supposed to be cheap, and I'm all about cheap!

When we got there, I felt safe letting the children go to the kids' book section while I browsed the adult books. I told them they could spend $15 each, so they took off in search of literary treasure.

We met back up about 30 minutes later, arms laden with stories to be explored. Together we chose books for the little ones, since we couldn't leave them out.

The car was quiet on the drive home. Each of the kids had his or her nose in a book. I love the silence created when the kids are reading. I love that they enjoy diving into stories and learning things only books can provide. LOVE that.

Last night after everyone was in pajamas, I was cleaning the kitchen and noticed it was somewhat quiet in the house. I peeked around the corner of the kitchen and saw this:



and this:



and this:



My three youngest children, who live for that last 10 minutes of computer or Wii play before bedtime, were sitting on the couch, together, TOUCHING, reading that Star Wars book. Well, Aiden was reading it, but Quinn and Lillian were sitting QUIETLY, enraptured while Aiden read.
Amazing.

That's the power of words, y'all.

Found Treasure

When I was back "home" in Alabama in the fall, my mom gave me a box full of recipes. The box had been at my grandparents' house when it was cleaned out after my grandfather died in 1999. I took the box thinking I could go through the recipes and make a scrapbook of them.

My grandmother passed away in February, and since then I have been craving her Mississippi Mud Cake. I found a recipe for it when I Googled "Mississippi Mud Cake", and I made the cake, but it just wasn't my grandmother's mud cake. The icing wasn't right, and I don't think she cooked the marshmallows, because that makes them tough. Her marshmallows were creamy.

I remembered the box of recipes yesterday. I had completely forgotten that I owned it. It's been tucked away in a closet since October.



I sat on the couch last night and went through the box. The kids and I had a few laughs over some of the stuff in the box. There were old vacuum cleaner ads from the 70s, grocery store flyers, recipes written on the backs of deposit slips. And oh, the pie recipes. Doris had a sweet tooth, and it was never more evident than in that recipe box. Of the hundreds of cards and clippings we found in the box, I'd say about 15 were for meat or side dishes. The rest were pies, cakes, candies, fudge, or homemade pickles. (The woman made a mean homemade pickle. I wish I still had a few jars of her sweet pickles. Maybe I can get my mom to help me make some pickles this summer...)

After just a few minutes of searching, I found an envelope addressed to my grandmother from a friend of hers. Inside was one single sheet of notebook paper with a recipe written on it. The recipe was for Mississippi Mud Cake. I don't know who the friend was or why she mailed the recipe to my grandmother, but there it was.



Later on in our recipe box dig we found an index card with the same recipe rewritten in my grandmother's handwriting. THAT was a treasure.



I can't wait to try her actual recipe for Mississippi Mud Cake. I can almost taste it. I can see myself sitting at her old Formica kitchen table in one of her sparkly vinyl chairs, enjoying that delicious cake. She always had a cake or pie on the table. Sometimes it was homemade, sometimes store bought, but she always had something sweet there.

And no, she didn't cook the marshmallows when she made her Mud Cake.

"Pour marshmallows on top of hot cake and let them melt slightly, then pour icing over the top."

I guess she didn't like chewy marshmallows, either. My kind of gal.

Passing the Torch

Tonight we're having pot roast with carrots and potatoes for dinner. It's my mom's recipe, I guess passed down from her mother, because I remember eating in on Sundays after church at my grandmother's house.

(That opens up a whole 'nother can of memories of being in my stocking feet, "ice skating" on the slick floor of her foyer, or trying on my mother's high heels waiting for the day I could buy my own pair. I remember sitting at my grandmother's table, smashing my potatoes to smithereens, then adding Miracle Whip to them to make mashed potatoes. I gotta stop; I'm gettin' hungry! Where is that husband of mine so we can EAT already?!?)

My grandmother served her pot roast with a pan of store bought Parker House Rolls, which were perfect for soaking up the gravy from the roast. I could eat an entire pan of those fabulous rectangles of heaven all by myself (Yes, my name is Beth, and I'm a bread addict...)

When Mom made pot roast, she served us her homemade Pop Up rolls, which are an entirely different palmful of deliciousness. They're so easy to make, and they go great with anything (but I like to make them when I have some sort of gravy, because dadgummit if that's not nature's perfect food!)

Tonight my 10 year-old daughter volunteered to make the Pop Up rolls. She measured everything so perfectly, stirred everything so well, and dropped the dough into the muffin cups. And no, I didn't take pictures. I plum fergot. I think I was overwhelmed at the thought of rolls and rich roast gravy, to tell the truth.

I saw the rolls a few minutes ago when my daughter brought them to me for inspection. They didn't pop over like they're supposed to (I think she beat them too long), but they look good enough to be gravy sponges, which is what they are.

Where *IS* that husband of mine?!? I'm going to eat my left arm if he doesn't hurry it up, already!

Oh, do you want the recipe for Pop Up rolls? I'll share it with you, but be warned. They're addictive, and I will not be held responsible for your carbohydrate coma if you eat too many.

2 cups Self Rising flour
2 T granulated sugar
2 T mayonnaise (puh lease, no low fat, but if you must...)
1 cup milk

Mix together all ingredients and scoop into greased muffin cups. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Makes 6-9 rolls. (I usually double the recipe.)

And while I'm at it, do you want the Pot Roast recipe, too?

1 sirloin tip roast, or bottom round roast, (2 to 3 lbs? I never look!)
2 (10 3/4 oz) cans cream of mushroom soup (only Campbell's will do!)
1 pkg Lipton dry onion soup mix (if you don't have onion soup mix, chop a small onion)
salt & pepper

In a deep skillet, brown roast on both sides. Season with salt and pepper to your taste.

While the roast is browning, stir together the mushroom soup, plus 2 cans of water (use the soup cans). Stir in Lipton Soup mix.

Place roast in Crock Pot. Pour soup mix over roast.

Cook on high 3 to 4 hours. About 2 hours before dinnertime, add 1 pound of baby carrots (or slice your own regular carrots) and 14 to 15 small (peeled) red potatoes, halved (or 5-6 large potatoes, quartered).

Cook until vegetables are tender. Serve meat with gravy. And the rolls, if you haven't already inhaled them all.

My To Do List... in Pictures!

Here's what I have on my to do list. I'm hoping that posting pictures here will shame me into getting these things DONE.

Maybe.

We'll see.



(1) This video cabinet in the den needs to be cleaned out. I did it about 6 months ago, adding those pull-out baskets, but it just got junky again. Truth be told, the kids don't watch VCR movies much anymore. We really need to invest in a DVD/VCR combo so we can copy the VCR tapes to DVDs.

Yeah.

That's why I'm putting off that job.

That's the ticket.



(2) This cabinet above my kitchen desk needs to be rid of all the baskets. They've been there since we moved in 2 years ago. I'm not using the baskets, and they could be sold on eBay for cold, hard cash. I just need to pull them down, photograph them, and list them for sale.

Sounds easy enough, huh?

It would be easier if someone would knock on my door and ask if I had any Longaberger baskets for sale. THAT would be easy, but that ain't gonna happen.

Hold on... there's a knock at the door...



(3) More stuff that needs to be put on eBay. See all that NutriSystem food? I had high hopes for that stuff, if you'll remember from my blog entry about it. I could probably lose more weight eating dog food, and it would be about as tasty. Anyhow, it's taking up precious cabinet space and it needs to go.



(4) This is the ledge in the stairwell leading to my basement. Stuff always gets piled here. Outgrown clothing, old towels, games that belong downstairs (but are hauled up to the first floor to be played), stuff we should just chuck or give to the Goodwill.... it's all there. It needs to be somewhere else. It's going to fall over soon, so this probably should be number one on my list.

So that's it. My to do list.

My "It's not getting done because it's mostly hidden behind doors" list.

Eh. More like my "I'll do it one day" list.

Meh. More like my "My kids can go through it when I'm dead and buried" list.

Monday Thoughts

It's currently 71.1 degrees in Orlando right now. iGoogle taunts me with the Orlando weather every time I sign on, because I gave it permission to do so. I like knowing the Orlando weather, but not on days when it's 48.9 degrees where I live. Sheesh. It was gorgeous over the weekend, and now this AGAIN. If I'm going to have an allergy-induced cotton wad in the back of my throat, I'd at least like it to be because Spring is here to stay. It feels more like winter outside, and I DON'T LIKE IT.

(I shaved for this? I want to wear shorts, doggone it! I didn't pull out the Intuition razor just to have to cover my bare legs with long pants yet again!)
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Today is day 14 of no eating out (except on Sundays after church). When I put this plan into motion, I wasn't sure how it would work. 'Twas an adventurous experiment.

I planned out 2 weeks' worth of menus and committed myself to at least that many days of homecooked meals. There have been some complaints about the menu, but for the most part, I can say it's working. We have modified the schedule so that I can take Fridays off (we have leftovers and give the kids Totino's pizza), and I don't cook on Sunday nights. After a big Sunday lunch out, most of us aren't very hungry anyway. We either have sandwiches or cereal. Works for me.

I have noticed three major differences in our family since starting this experiment:

(1) We're not rushing to dinner and back from dinner, getting everyone quickly bathed and dressed, then racing to get the kids in bed before 8 pm. Now we have a leisurely dinner at home. We talk more, the kids linger over their food, they help more with the clean-up, and we have lots of time to sit together and talk in the den, or watch Wheel of Fortune & Jeopardy, or play a quick Wii game together. Going out to eat is supposed to save time, but I've really found the opposite to be true.

(2) We're not eating as many calories. I've lost a little weight without really trying to, simply because we're not eating in restaurants where I can't control the preparation of my meal.

(3) Our kids are much happier, and their attitudes have vastly improved. More time with Mom & Dad means happier, more obedient children. I'm not kidding. I *knew* that, but when we were eating out so much there just wasn't time to spend time, ya' know?

I have to admit I'm more fulfilled cooking for my family, too. I love to cook for everyone; it just meets a need I have to serve my loved ones. I love doing things for people, because it makes me feel important. Then there's the part of me that loves to be organized, and having the menu planned out really meets that need for me. I feel in control, and that gives me a huge amount of satisfaction.

Dinner's beeping, and there are two children in the tub that need to be washed. Wish today's thoughts could've been funnier, but they are what they are.

Happy Monday!

Woo hoo! Disney Bound (again!)

ABC Favorites

An alphabetical list of my favorite things, inspired by Ellen DeGeneres.

A- Aiden, apple pie, Amazing Grace (the song), Auburn football, Alabama (my home state)

B- banana bread, books, bubble baths, beach vacations, Brooke (my sister), bleached white clothes fresh from the dryer, beauty pageants, Billy Joel

C- chocolate pie (my grandmother's), Camryn, conversation, clean sheets, cooking, compliments, Christmas, candy apples

D- Disney World, Date Night, Dirty Jobs, Dr. Pepper, DVR, deviled eggs

E- Easter, elegant stationery, Eighties music

F- flannel sheets, freebies, friends I can trust, fall days, fresh bread, funnel cakes

G- good movies, getting dressed up, General Hospital

H- History Channel, handwritten notes, hotels, haircuts

I- iTunes, iPod, ice cream

J- Jeopardy, John Grisham novels, John Hughes films, Japanese hibachi

K- kindness, Kool Aid (grape or cherry), Kit Kat bars, kids' freshly shampooed hair

L- Lillian, learning something new, laughter, laundry fresh from the dryer, lunch dates with my hubby, lazy days

M- Mexican food, my husband, marching bands, massages, making up, Mountain Dew

N- new experiences, naps, Nachos Bellgrande from Taco Bell, Nascar

O- Olive Garden, Oscar awards ceremony, orange (the color)

P- pedicures, paying it forward, pens, Pine Sol (the smell of), PayDay candy bars, powdered donuts

Q- Quinn, quarters, quotes

R- road trips, random acts of kindness, red

S- Saturday Night Live, scrapbooking, snuggling my children, shopping, surprises, sunsets, Sunday afternoons, swimming, summer

T- Target, tulips, talking to my husband, travel, teaching, Thanksgiving, time alone, toile

U- undisturbed sleep, unexpected gifts

V- Van Morrison music, vacations

W- whispered words, warm sunshine, Wii (I just rediscovered Super Mario!), words of encouragement, watermelon Jolly Ranchers

X- x-ing things off my to-do list, XXXL pajamas, X-Rays at the dentist (I love that heavy lead sheet they put on you!), X-Files reruns

Y- yellow roses, yard sales, Yankee candles

Z- Zero bars, zucchini

Blog Challenge #12 - Getting To Know You

Blog Challenge #12 - Getting To Know You

Copy and paste the following section into your blog and answer as best as you can. You can elaborate (I hope you do), you can post pictures, you can be deep, you can be funny. Whatever you choose -just be honest.

Second part of the challenge - post a picture (from this week) of you at your computer. Don't worry about cleaning up - just post and have fun.

1) Right now I want:

My sore throat to go away. I've had it for about 3 days. I usually get one during allergy season, but it still hurts, even if I'm expecting it!

2) I wish I knew how to:

Sew. I have a sewing machine. I have made things with it. I just don't have the patience to really learn how to make clothing well.


3) When I want to indulge myself, I:

Take a hot bath and watch a movie in the tub. Mother's Day last year my gift was a small, flat screen TV with a built-in DVD player. It's not often that I watch a movie in the tub, but if I have a couple of hours with nothing to do, that's what I choose.

4) You’ll never see me:

In a bikini. Even if I was skinny, I don't think I'd wear one.

5) A childhood memory that I love:

There are so many. Playing in the dirt behind the bushes at my grandparents' house; picking vegetables in the garden with my grandmother; the feel of cool, just-shelled peas falling through my fingers; road trips in the Caprice Classic station wagon (singing along to Barry Manilow's "Even Now" 8-track); walking around in the deep end as the water started filling our new in-ground pool; playing tennis against the garage door; riding my bicycle up and down the street; the Christmas my sister and I got our Big Wheels and wooden table & benches; snuggling under the warm quilts on a cold night in the bed my sister and I shared as kids... I could go on and on!

6) 2 things I do every single day:

Unload the dishwasher
Wash a load of laundry

7) Happiest moment of 2008, so far:

Gracious. That's hard! I have a happy moment at least once a day, because I have four of the greatest kids and the best husband in the world. They do try my patience some days, but for the most part, I can find joy in every day.

I think I'd have to say my happiest moment was knowing that my grandmother is finally in Heaven. I've mentioned her on my blog before; she had Alzheimer's disease, which was something she'd seen steal her own mother's mind. I hadn't seen my grandmother in a couple of years, because I just couldn't bear to remember her like she had become. When my mom told me Dos had passed away, I was sad, but oh, so happy that she was finally free from her earthly body. It had deteriorated so badly, and to know she was in Heaven and whole again just made me smile.

Something that was said in her eulogy still cracks me up. My grandmother was a very headstrong lady. You couldn't tell her no, and she didn't quit until she got her way. During the eulogy the pastor said, "Something the girls (my mom and aunt) said while I was talking to them about Doris sums up her personality pretty well. They said, 'You could do something the right way. You could do something the wrong way. Or you could do it Doris' way.'" Still makes me laugh.out.loud. Feisty, she was.

8) Describe yourself in 3 words:

Mom. Wife. Content.

9) 2 scrap related goals for this year:

I don't set particular scrap goals for myself. I just try to scrapbook a little each day and enjoy the process of creating.

10) You have $40 that you MUST spend on yourself – what do you do with it?

iTunes or Target, baby. Or maybe a pedicure. Sandal weather is comin'!

This, I Know, is Payback

As a child I was a stuffer.

When Mom said, "Clean your room!" I would stuff the clutter into the closet and under the bed and dresser instead of putting things back in place. I guess I had better, more important things to do with my time, like playing with Barbies or Strawberry Shortcake dolls or My Little Ponies or reading the next Nancy Drew book in the series. For whatever reason, stuffing just became my method of operation.

Mom always said one day I'd have a child just like me. Why do moms curse us that way? If mine hadn't ever said that, I might have a perfectly lovely daughter who likes to put away her things.

(Yeah, right.)

Instead I gave birth to a stuffer. She's like me in so many ways, so it shouldn't surprise me that this, too, is something we have in common.

(Note: I have since reformed my ways. I am a recovering stuffer. There is hope!)

I picked said stuffer (my 10 year-old, Camryn) up from school yesterday and she immediately revealed that she had no homework to do.

"Perfect!" I said. "We shall spend the afternoon cleaning your room, then!"

"Uh, I mean, um, I do have a little studying to do for a geography test. I neeeeeeeed to study for that, so I guess we'll have to clean my room another day."

"So sorry, chica. We'll do the room, then I'll help you study."

Silence reigned on the drive home. I'm sure I felt tiny daggers pierce my skin as she glared at me from time to time. Mere flesh wounds. I was pumped. Let's do this thang!

We started our project around 4 pm (I had to help Aiden with his homework, which was an entirely different battle...)

Three hours, two bags of garbage, five (yes, FIVE) dirty dishes, half a dozen putrid socks and one laundry basket full of empty hangers later, we were done.

The room is blissfully clean. I can actually get further than the doorjamb without getting a headache.

Bonus: I won't need to buy hangers until the year 2015, IF AT ALL.

Serendipitously, we performed our cleaning on the first of April. My husband and I have offered to buy the child a loft bed (one of her deepest desires in life) if she keeps the room clean until May 1st. We'll see how long it lasts.

I don't think I'll be shelling out the dough for the new bed in 30 days, but she may just surprise me.

And then again, I may find Jimmy Hoffa stuffed under her bed at the end of the month.

Stay tuned, folks. Stay tuned.

Lillian Funny

Lillian (3) got a goodie bag from her Sunday school teacher on Easter Sunday. When we opened the goodie bag, there was an egg inside that contained lots of little Christian themed stuff and a little strip of paper with a note from her teacher.

Lillian handed me the note and said, "Mommy! Read this!"

I said, "It says, 'Jesus loves me!'"

Lillian's face dropped and her chin quivered.

She said,

"Just you?"

I assured her that I was not the only one under that umbrella.

Here's my funny girl in her Easter dress on Sunday:

That's My King

Yesterday's Easter service started with this video, which contains the words of S. M. Lockridge's sermon "That's My King". When it was over, I wanted to stand and shout.

Huh... What goes around comes around

Tonight we went to our favorite "round the corner" restaurant (it's less than 5 minutes from our house). Everyone was in a rare good mood; usually there is at least one child that goes along reluctantly, with arms crossed, to the chosen restaurant, but tonight, everyone agreed on Little Rebel. Cool.

So we ordered. We chatted with the kids. We laughed with them as they recounted their experiences from today. We enjoyed the pre-meal interaction.

The food came, and everyone ate well. Cool again. Usually someone leaves too much food on the plate, but everyone was hungry tonight.

We had a friendly, upbeat, on her toes waitress. None of us ever grew thirsty or had an empty cup. That's usually the case at Little Rebel, though. Good food, good service, friendly people and it's family owned (which, according to Aiden, is the sign of a great restaurant!)

Time came for us to leave. Our waitress stopped at the table to tell us that someone had paid for our meal. It was a gentleman who had dined alone in the booth beside ours. I noticed him looking at us while we ate, but we get looks like that a lot because of the number of children we have. I never thought anything more of it.

Needless to say, I was stunned. Not stunned in a bad way, but shocked that someone else had paid for us. I have been on the giving end, but never on the receiving end of such kindness. It was awesome to know how that felt, and I was surprised at how humbling it was. I wanted to thank the man, but he'd already left the restaurant. I am so grateful for his gift, and for the impression it left on my family. I know we'll always remember tonight.

Good and Bad

This week's blog challenge from my favorite message board:

When we are lucky enough to gather around the table and have everyone home for our evening meal, there are always two questions we ask everyone seated at the table....What was your favorite part of your day today? and What was your least favorite part of your day today?

So pick a day this week and sit down and just blog those two questions.

Let's get the bad stuff out of the way.

The worst part of my day:

Lillian wet her pants three times today. Sheesh. What is up with her lately? She can't seem to make it to the bathroom on time, whether she's inside or outside. Quinn did the same thing! She's not wet the bed (yet), but is having unnecessary accidents during the day.


My favorite thing about today:

Today was a pretty normal day: laundry, dishes, picking up things here and there, doing my normal weekday chores. Nothin' special.

Today Quinn and Lillian and I decided to straighten up the playroom. I just cleaned and culled stuff from it two weeks ago, but Hurricane Lillian blew through and it was soon a mess again. I threw everything into laundry baskets, set out the buckets that toys go into, and asked the kids to sort with me. They worked well together, in harmony, doing as I asked when I asked. I was impressed.... impressed enough to promise them a trip to Bruster's ice cream when we were done, if they worked quickly.

We finished tidying, I vacuumed the playroom, we all put our shoes on, and then we headed out for our treats. Quinn chose a single scoop of chocolate chip and Lillian got a single scoop of chocolate. I chose a thin mint milkshake (made with thin mint Girl Scout cookies! Yummy!)

As I was waiting on my milkshake, an elderly couple got out of their car and walked up to the front order window. I was sitting at the drive thru window. When I saw them, I was immediately struck by the urge to pay for their ice cream. The cashier brought me my shake, and I told her I wanted to pay for the couple's order. She had to ask what they wanted so I could pay. They were resistant at first. They both came around to my car window to insist on paying for our order. I told them I'd already done that, and asked if I could please treat them. There were tears in the man's eyes as he told me no one had ever done that for him before in all his years of living.

I pulled ahead so the person behind me could pay for her order, and as I waited to pay for the couple's ice cream, I got the chance to talk to them. She told me she'd been housebound for awhile, having fallen down the stairs a few months ago and broken her hip. She was just getting around well again and had asked her husband to take her for ice cream, even though she wasn't supposed to eat it. They were so sweet in their interactions with one another, still behaving like two people very much in love. I could tell the man adored his wife, and she him. The conversation with those sweet people was a true blessing.

But it didn't stop there.

I pulled back around to the drive thru window after the cashier finished with the customer behind me. As the cashier approached the window, I could see she had tears in her eyes. She told me that what I had done had made her day, that she needed to see that today. I don't know what had happened to cause her to need a lift, but I was happy to have helped cheer her. I chatted with her for a bit, then realized it was later than I thought (I had to pick up my other kids from school) and I drove away with a smile.

That was the best $5 I ever spent. I was blessed, the cashier was blessed, and the couple was blessed.

I can't ask for anything better than that.

March 5, 2008: A Good Day

Today, so far, has been good.

My older daughter was awake, dressed and actually eating breakfast when I got to the kitchen. Knock me over with the proverbial feather. She's almost always dressed, but usually takes her waffle on the run, which means a dirty plate rattling around in the car for a day or two until I remember to take it inside.

I took an alternate route to the kids' school this morning. It was much more scenic and was a little quicker. Nice.

The kids made it to school early. Nice.

I took Lillian to Chick Fil A for Chicken Minis (Um, she *made* me go. Yeah. That's it.). I had a coupon for a free box of those little morsels. Score.

I did a load of laundry. I folded three loads. Good use of my time.

I emptied the dishwasher (which wasn't overly full... a sweet surprise!)

I made a few phone calls I'd been putting off. Cross those off my list.

I talked to both of my parents. That's always a treat. I like talking to them. We always laugh about something.

I spent some quality time with Lillian this morning. That's food for the soul.

The mister brought home Taco Bell for lunch for me and Lillo. Nachos Bellgrande and a large Mountain Dew. The man knows me eerily well.

I got a huge hug from Quinn when he came home from school. He gives the kind of hug that lingers. I never break the hug first; I always let him stop. He gives great hugs, that kid.

Now Q & L are playing together, holding a sleepover for her babies and his Webkinz in the den. They're being so sweet. Wonder how long that will last?

I Got the Music in Me

Sittin' here listening to my iPod. Karen Carpenter is singing "Masquerade". Anything by the Carpenters takes me back to road trips in the '78 (I think?) Caprice Classic station wagon we owned when I was a kid. Yes, it had an 8-track player in it, and we owned just a handful of 8-tracks to play in it. One was "Now and Then" by the Carpenters. We logged many a mile listening to that album. I didn't know much about Richard and Karen Carpenter back in those days; I just knew I liked their music. I remember being really sad when I heard that she died. Funny all the stuff that gets stirred up when you hear a song. That one tune brought forth all of that from my memory bank.

Now it's "You Can't Hurry Love" by Phil Collins. That takes me back to playing 45s at Lauren Porter's sleepover birthday party in the 4th grade. We stayed awake until dawn and got really silly in the wee hours. Remember that "Stop! Drop! Roll!" commercial that Dick Van Dyke did as part of a fire safety campaign? That came on TV in the early hours of Saturday at Lauren's, and we just lost it. That phrase and that song takes me instantly back to those memories. Makes me smile. I wonder where Lauren is now? Last I heard she went to Florida State majoring in marine biology. I haven't seen her since my high school graduation, May 30, 1991. Maybe she'll Google herself one day and find this entry.

"Cold Hearted Snake" by Paula "I can't say anything bad about you 'cause it will hurt your feelings" Abdul makes me think of Josh T., another high school friend. He had a mad crush on the petite AI judge, and he loved the video for this song. I admit, I played the song one too many times in high school. I love the part where she talks; I had every word memorized. I wish Saturday Night Live would do a Paula parody using that song to describe Simon. I love Amy Poehler's Paula. Cracks me up.

"Jesse's Girl". Now there's a song. Standing in the basement with a hairbrush as a microphone, singing this song as the 33 spun on the turntable. That's back when Rick Springfield was on "General Hospital" and I watched with my grandmother (her "stories", she called them...) Ah, sweet 80s crushes. Dr. Noah Drake made a short reappearance on GH not too long ago. He was still cute in an older guy kind of way. (Yes, I still watch GH. It's the one soap I held onto all these years, and mostly because I did used to watch it with MaMa Dos. She'd cringe if she could see it today!)

Funny how I finish up a paragraph as each song ends.

Ah, Connie Francis. "Where the Boys Are" is one of those songs that sticks with you. I remember seeing the movie on TV when I was in high school. I decided that day that I wanted to have a daughter named Merritt. I loved that name so much. My husband didn't like it as much as I did, so alas, we have no children bearing that name.

Oh, man. Now it's Prince's "Diamonds And Pearls". How many times did I hear that in my headphones when my sister and I flew from Alabama to Madrid in 1992? Only about 10,000 times. Every time I hear that song I remember that flight. We got bumped up to first class because our names were left off the flight roster or something like that. If I ever find myself needing to be on a plane that long again, I will definitely splurge on larger seats. 'Twas niiiiiiiice. Caviar, lots of snacks, hot towels in the morning, sleep masks, free headsets, reclining seats.... too much luxury for one 19 year-old to deserve, really. The reality of coach hit us on the flight home. That sucked. ::Shiver::

Alright. I need to get back to Saturday chores. It was fun walking down musical memory lane, though.

Oh, wait. One more.

My friend Michelle P. introduced me to this song. "South's Gonna Do It Again" by Charlie Daniels Band. She had a black Honda Prelude with a sunroof when we were in high school (her parents owned a few gas stations, and Michelle was the youngest of three daughters by several years.... so she got pretty much anything she asked for... I loved the Prelude the most!) I remember coming back from the movies with her one night, blasting this song (from the CASSETTE TAPE...ha!) and loving it instantly. I went out and bought the tape not long after that. I replaced the tape with the CD when I was in college, and now the whole thing is on my iPod. Michelle also introduced me to the Steve Miller band. She has good musical taste.

Okay, now I'm done. Laundry calls.