Happy Birthday Lee

Happy Bday Lee

On the move

Anybody got any good moving tips? I can't believe I'm this unorganized. How did I acquire so much crap to move in two short years? I thought things were put neatly in storage(maybe they were) and that there wasn't that much(ha-it won't fit in my car and each time I look at it the boxes multiply). I'm trying to simplify and get rid of some things but my old letter from Jr. High Volleyball(it's antique now), my beanies(of course)stay, all photos (ok maybe I'll get rid of the ones taken at sunset and you can't really tell for sure who's in the pictures), kids' artwork-if I've kept it this long-I'm still keeping it. Same goes for their toys-if I've kept it this long it has a special meaning.I've tossed my love letters from high school-same goes for any of my clothes that I haven't worn in two years.Wish me luck. I had to come to work to get some rest.

Decisions

In 2007, my daughter joined the military. I couldn't do anything about it and it killed me to have her so far away from me for months at a time-South Carolina, Arizona, and then California. There were days and sometimes weeks when we couldn't commuicate. She made the decision to live her life that way and some part of me was very proud of her. The side she saw was the teary eyed old lady at the airport.
Then a year later I my son took flight. He left to become a full fledged Razorback-three hours away. He could have spent less money and stayed closer to home, but that's not what he decided to do. I couldn't make him dinner or help with his laundry but he was happy in HIS decision.
And now it's the baby's turn. I can tell her what'd I would like for her to do,but if history repeats itself, she won't listen. She'll do exactly what she wants to do just like the other two. I've spent eighteen years trying to train her to make the right decisions-the same amount of time that I spent with her siblings.
I know my kids aren't perfect-they're human and as humans they'll make some mistakes, but I'm pretty damn proud of the adults they've become. I'm proud of the decisions that each one has made that has made them into what they are today.
Somewhere a long the line, you have to let go and hope that all your efforts haven't been in vain.

10 days = 10 facts

It's ten days until my baby sister's birthday and so I'd like to share ten facts about this fabulous woman.

1.-At an early age, all of her siblings called her Lee-Lee. Being from the South, we like hyphenated names alot.

2.Because we're southern, we endured many hot summers and Lee-Lee hated diapers. Quite often we played catch the nekkid baby for momma-often in the front yard.

3.She hated hot dog buns, but if momma gave her a hot dog w/out the bun-she'd wail and carry on until she got her bun(usually drenched in ketchup).

4. Lee-Lee was always (and remains) short for her age.

5.Because of her height, she had a doll that was the same heighth and they could exchange clothes.But there ended good relationship with dolls.

6. She and her BF, Amy, gave all the barbies hair cuts

7.They weren't finished with the scissors so they cut the cats' whiskers (early signs she's a dog person).

8. She loved Halloween at an early age and went trick-or-treating before she could say "Trick Or Treat"

9. In spite of her love for Halloween, she was petrified of the Boogie man and refused to go the the restroom in the dark (keep in mind her vertical disadvantage to the light switch). and
10. She has a great sense of humor

Weekend?

Did you have a good weekend? What weekend? Was I off work 48 hours? I demand a recount.Seriously.

Goodbye FedEx

Friday evening I left my letter of resignation in my bosses mailbox for him to find first thing today(Monday)-little did I know he had plans to go golfing with the boys and would find the letter Saturday. When I walked in(ten minutes early) Everyone knew. The grapevine here is incredible.
The best part-my friends and family at FedEx support me and wsih me nothing but the best. I'll miss these nuts.

Sexy Girls

Dwight and I took Sassy and Daisy for a ride this morning. We heard a horse nicker and the girls answered back. Another nicker and then they answered again. Then this horse came running up to the end of his pen. He was a beautiful horse. He was much too excited to see them. Then Dwight mentioned that he hoped the pen would hold him. What??? Why??? Because he's a stud horse. I suddenly didn't like the way he was looking at my girl. Stud horses just want one thing and they don't care if a rider is on the mare or not. Had no intention of hanging around then-and why yes we did take a different trail home.

More from a mature adult

You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
Bad decisions make good stories.
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dangit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this -ever.
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

Thoughts from a mature adult

1. I totally take back all the times I didn't want to take a nap when I was younger.

2. How the hell are you supposed to neatly fold a fitted sheet?

3. I love it when all the cars gang up and don't let the jerk in that has attempted to break in line.

4. Your job as a best friend should be to clear your friend's computer in case of untimely demise.