Spring Break 2010

I am finally getting around to blogging about our Spring Break!

It was a phenomenal trip! Everyone had a wonderful time, I just loved that it was so family friendly! My original plan was to go through the trip by each individual day, however now all the fun and laughs and learning about each other seem to flow together so effortlessly I don't remember what day everything happened...so here are a few of my favorite bits and pieces!

I slept almost the entire trip down...I believe I was awake for about an hour when we get to the Texas state line...little did I realize the long part of the trip was ahead. After a super long sleep I was ready so, though it was a long drive I was glad I was awake to see it! The Texas pride is a trip...I mean you can hardly find American flag (there are a lot of them) where you don't see a Texas flag just as large and beautiful!

So first story....We were an entire day early! I know how rude can people be! I neglected to call and tell G.G. when Chet decided to leave a day early hence getting there a day early. So when we got the e-mail from her saying why didn't you tell me you were coming a day early? I was needless to say freaking out! I told Chet see I've already upset her were going home turn around! I e-mailed Gigi back and told her we would just stay in a hotel for that night. The e-mail I was then sent was a definite...Get your butts here! So we headed of to Palestine lake...a day early!

After a delicious dinner at the Purple Pig...yes the Purple Pig...the food was amazing, we went back to the house and settled in for the night.

The rest of the week was a blur of laughing, talking, shopping, learning, eating, and just simple enjoyment of the people around us! Gigi, had an opportunity to really get to know each other, she really is a remarkable woman, and I look forward to many more talks and stories and toddies! And squirrels...big, mutiny planning, toddy drinking squirrels, they really are a bit of a hazard those little buggers!


Chet got plenty of time to spend with grandpa, as grandpa has taken up smoking cigars(much to G.G's dismay)...he spends a lot of time in the garage...him and Chet found little projects all week to amuse themselves! it was adorable!

One afternoon after Gigi, Shy and I had a full day of shopping and having a fabulous Chinese lunch when we got back to the house Shy seemed to be bored with Gigi and I as we chatted away and began to start dinner. Then Gigi suggested if Shy went and talked to grandpa he could find her a bike to ride. So she decided to head over to the garage and see the boys....a few minutes later she appeared in the window from the kitchen to be driving a small vehicle of some sort...it was confusing at first. After a trip to the bedroom to grab my camera, Gigi and I went outside and sure enough our little mini-me was driving the "tractor" it's actually just a riding lawnmower! Shy however didn't seem to car what it was called...she was having a blast! So much fun in fact that Gigi and I had time to run to the store...Chet wanted a cigar as well! I just have to say I found Papa and G.G. adorable both of them I just wanted to fold them up in my suitcase and bring them home with me!

After a wonderful visit with Papa and Gigi, we headed over to Lisa and James's house...I say head over it was actually quite the drive! We made it though and of course had a wonderful time! Lisa is absolutely adorable! She was also kind enough to take some family pics of us...they turned out amazing, of course, and I for one was so appreciative! We all went to the lake, and let the kids play in the sand, we all had dinner out together one night, We headed out to a state park one afternoon and then ended up in a little town that had a great archery and gun stock, so the boys looked around for awhile, and Lisa and Shy took a walk down the street taking pictures! These pics as well turned out beautiful! I stayed outside by the Tahoe, the baby was in the truck sleeping. It was wonderful to see everyone, and spend some time together!

This story for the trip home is a bit more harrowing, we left much later than we had intended. Getting our new tattoo's took way longer than we anticipated! Anyway it was raining when we got to the north side of Ft. Worth. I took over driving when we got into Almead Ok. I was just cruising along my only instructions being just stay on I-35 North, it will take you all the way through to Mulvane. So I'm driving, by the time we got to the north side of OK City, snow was coming down heavy. We drove by a piece of road that had two cars in the ditch on one side and a banged up car on the other, all with wreckers trying to get them out. Then we needed to stop for gas so we wouldn't have to stop again before home. The Shell station we tried to stop at was closed. Before we left the handy dandy not so bright girl at the bank suggested the best way to take a lot of cash on a trip was to use a prepaid visa gift card...hmmm she will be getting a piece of my mind when next I see her...anyway it turns out the only thing you can do with these things are make purchases...however you can't get cash at an atm and you can't use it for pay at the pump gas! Now keep in mind this is cash we have in the bank that we put on this card and can not get to! I was irate. Thank goodness we planned for a few small emergencies, and as this was the only one, we were fine. It was to say the least an annoyance. The rest of the trip home was slow, most of the time going only 30 or 40 mph, on the interstate. However as I said before we had a most amazing time, it is most certainly a trip we will be taking again in the near future!

Be back soon Be well!!

For My Girls!!

So Funny I had to share it! All original.




This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.

Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from 'the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?
As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the viole nt urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'
Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.
For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?
Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always. . .
Wendi Aarons
Austin , T X

Family fun night!

We had an awesome family fun night! It was such a beautiful night, and on Weds afternoon Shy came home with a note from the school about a family movie night in the high school auditorium...the idea of a cold slice of pizza overpriced bottled water, and a cheesy family movie with 75 or 80 other people, just didn't sound like a good way for all of us to enjoy a perfect long overdue family night. I told Shy..."If I can come up with something more fun than that for us to do will you not be upset about not going to this?" She agreed, so we let her vote and she chose what we did tonight! We ate at this amazing Mongolian BBQ place...Then headed over to All Star Sports to play in the Arcade and Play some mini golf! We finished the evening off with a quick drive thru to Dairy Queen, to grab an ice cream cone! I've set up a slide and put some new pics on flickr! I choose a greenday song because Shy is really into greenday right now!

Finally....the rest of the story!

I have been eagerly awaiting the posting of this blog for literally months now. Some of you have e-mailed or facebooked me wondering what the deal is with Mr. Right adopting mini-me, so here goes the whole lengthy story. For those of you that have heard it all you may just want to skip this blog entry!

So it all started a in early October....it may have been September, I didn't write down the dates of such events, and I'm horrible with time, so if the time's don't match up please forgive me. Any way sometime in Sept. or Oct. mini-me came home from her....hmmm we'll call him "Bozo" so she came home from Bozo's very upset. She was crying and I was irate....this was not the first time this had happened....as the universe would have it, this would be the Last time this happened. After calming her down and alerting Mr. Right we had a problem we sat and talked with her. She was not immediately forthcoming, she was scared Bozo would get in trouble if she told what had happened, so when the story came out this is what happened. Mini-me went to Bozo's house for the evening as usual she hadn't been staying the night with him during the week for quite awhile due to a new job he had, she was just going there after school and then coming home after dinner. Apparently this particular evening Bozo decided to make mini-me sit by herself at the kitchen table to eat her dinner while the rest of his "new family" and himself all ate in the living room together. Mini-me was mortified. Any one who knows her knows she is a very sensitive little person, therefore it reason's this would upset her.

As we were talking to her she used "feeling" words I had never heard her use. I began to wonder where she had picked them up. She said things like, I feel like I don't belong there, like I'm not wanted, like I'm in the way, like I'm not part of the family. I being the mom I am was infuriated, thanks to my amazing Mr. Right however, I did not have the explosive blowout with Bozo I am famous for. We called him and asked him to stop by after we put mini-me to bed. He said she was doing her homework at the table so he just told her to stay there and eat, he did not mean to make her feel "left out". I explained that he had made her feel that way, he then said perhaps she shouldn't come to his house in the evenings anymore. We agreed. Fast forward a couple of weeks to Halloween, it was Bozo's year to take her around for the annual "candy gathering" Mr. Right and I got her all ready make-up and all (She was Cleopatra) and had her ready to go when Bozo got here. We decided since they would be gone for awhile we would go have some dinner and then meet them back at the house. I texted Bozo and let him know where we were eating in case he needed to get a hold of us for some reason, thinking to myself the whole time, they won't be back until after dark. After all there is the walking to all the businesses downtown and then the knocking on doors after. So Mr. Right and I headed to dinner. No less than 30mins after we had watched Bozo and mini-me walk off towards downtown did he show up at the restaurant we were having dinner at. He dropped of mini-me and drove off....no reason why, no asking if he could take her around to other houses....he didn't even wait to make sure she found us in the restaurant. Again I was infuriated, here was the opportunity to spend some time with his child alone, just the two of them to catch up and mend some fences. Yet in less than an hour he had done what he says was his "fatherly duty" and was off to his "new family". Mini-me was again very upset...she said she had asked him to take her to some houses and to the park, all he said was "ask your mom to take you". Mr. Right and I decided it was more important for us to make sure our mini-me had a wonderful night than to fight about the pathetic choices Bozo made. So we took our girl around to some houses and to the park. In the park she found some friends to run around with while we were, talking with some friends of ours, after all small town Halloween night you tend to run into a lot of people you know and haven't seen in awhile. So when the night was over and mini-me had been properly de-cleopatraed...I know it's not a word...but it's the action! lol We all settled down and watched a movie till she fell asleep and then Mr. Right and I had a long talk, we decided I could no longer try to tell Bozo how to be a father, I had been giving him clues, and more than once Mr. Right and I had given him the tools to attempt to be a better father, obviously all to no avail. So we agreed I wouldn't even talk to him about it.

I believe it was about two weeks later when the letter arrived. There was a knock on the door, I answered it, it was the mail person, I thought it was one of my scrap winnings packages...alas that would have been a pleasant experience. No this was a certified letter, from Bozo saying simply "I have talked to a lawyer who says to give up all my rights as a father you have to file adoption papers and I will sign them. Do not call or text me, I will not answer." Needless to say I was in shock. My first thought was how exactly does someone call themselves a father for 10 yrs and then wake up one day and decide they don't want to be one anymore? How does one just walk away from a child as if it's a dog they are giving away? I won't get into what I was feeling or the words I was yelling as I walked around the house trying to find something to distract my mind with. Later that evening I showed the letter to Mr. Right and we got a chance to discuss it after mini-me went to bed. It was decided at that point I would call our lawyer and get his advice. I did so the next day...of course it was a few days before he got back to me. Once he did he explained we basically had two choices, Mr. Right could adopt her, or I could go to court argue and slam Bozo with a huge child support payment every month...each choice had it's own pros and con's...after all I didn't know if Mr. Right wanted to adopt mini-me...we had never discussed it, he was as much a dad as he could be he knew what she was doing in school knew her teacher's knew her friends paid for her and carried insurance on her for the last two years...as far as the definition of dad he fit it so much more than Bozo did, but adoption is a whole different ball game. On the other hand if Bozo had to pay child support mini-me would be forced to continue seeing him and being at his house. Which she had expressed during the talk about the dinner incident she no longer wanted to do.

Now we all know I live and breath for my family, my mini-me is my breath of life and my Mr. Right is my heart, so I am slightly ashamed to admit, I was a bit scared to talk to him that evening about what the lawyer had said. I won't go into detail here about our conversation, I will say we decided it was ultimately mini-me's choice. I am not a fan of leaving huge life altering decisions to young children, however this was a situation where I just could not in good conscience make this choice with out knowing how she felt. So we showed her the letter, and told her what it meant and explained to her the choices and then told her she didn't have to choose what to do now she could think about it for awhile, we explained once she made the choice she couldn't change her mind. We explained the details of what each choice would mean in the long run and immediately. She took no time at all and through her tear stained face and red puffy eyes said clearly "I want BigDaddy to adopt me" I didn't want to get to excited after all when she looked at Mr. Right I knew he could always say no. Of course that was not his response, his response was something like "I would love to."

It took a lot longer to get all the paperwork and things together than we had hoped. We were hoping to have it all done in court before the first of the year. However as I said it took a bit longer. There were many conversations and questions from mini-me in the weeks preceding the proceedings, she had questions about Bozo, and BigDaddy. She was always very excited that her name would be changed and her name would match ours. The closer the actual date got, the more nervous I got, the more excited she became...needless to say it did this mother's heart good to know she was not only wanting this change, but that she was eager for it. She began to write her "new" last name on her school papers in Jan. It was adorable when I asked her why she was writing it she said "she was practicing and getting everyone else used to it." The weekend before we went to court she had a sleepover. I had purchased a few different iron-on's and a t-shirt for each girl so they could make their own shirts...mini-me made the cutest shirt just a Celtic cross on the front and on the back "Miss Turner" it really made me smile...and I dare say it made Mr. Right pretty happy as well.

Finally it was the big day! We got up early and got ready we went to Wellington and had breakfast...which was really good though I don't know if I tasted much of it. Then off to the courthouse to do the deed. We went into the courtroom and I sat on the first bench behind the lawyers tables. Mini-me and Mr. Right and the lawyer sat at the tables, the judge spoke to mini-me asked her what grade she was in and if she was excited, she spoke to him though it was at a bit lower volume level than normal. Mr. Right was asked to take the stand and about 5 mins later the judge and the court reporter were saying congratulations! I would have cried, but the looks on Mr. Right and mini-me's face was of elation and all I could feel was happy...I took a couple of photo's of the two of them in the hallway while we were waiting for copies of the decree.

Later that night after Mr. Right was unexpectedly called away to help a friend in need. I was putting mini-me to bed, she said "Mom I'm really tired tonight" I replied "I bet you are it's not everyday a girl gets a dad" She smiled really big and said "I got the best dad to" fighting back a tear and a heart so full it had to weigh a thousand pounds I said "Yes you did princess, yes you did" then I told her again I love you night night, walked into the hall closing the door behind me and taking a deep breath....all the feelings I had been feeling over everything in last few months blew away with that breath...a sense of peace and calm came over me I sent a huge thank you out to the universe.

So this is how it all happened, this is how mini-me became a Turner. This is how our once blended family became just a family. This is how a mother got just for a second the luxury of knowing her child was okay. This is how a man got a second chance at being a father. This is how the Turner family became one. This is just one more chapter in what I'm sure will be the great American novel that is our life...Our Family!

I just want to end this blog by saying some of our friends and family knew all along what was going on. Some of them know more of the horrible way mini-me was treated by Bozo, please don't misunderstand I am not letting any of it slide by...I just chose to "focus on the joy of the situation". To those friends and family I must send out a huge thank you! We can never tell you all how much your support and love and kindness has meant to us! We love all of you!

Until next time Be well!

Still coming to terms with who I am!

I have been wanting to sit down and type up this blog for awhile now...however I have been avoiding it, for reason's that will become clear later. I had the rare, but always welcome and wonderful treat of having a long conversation with my bestie recently. Actually it was almost a month ago, but you get the idea. Between family, work, kids, and life in general it's not very often that we get to sit and have a long heart to heart. So this particular evening was a treat for both of us.

We, both being mothers, always talk about the children. We also end up talking about my Mr. Right, and her love interest. On this particular night however there was one subject in particular, I want to relate to you. I was complaining about something, no doubt I have absolutely no reason to complain about anything, being a woman however I can always find something! So I'm complaining about something or someone, and my bestie looks at me and says "Monica not everyone has the ability to just cut someone out of their life". Now I sat for a min and thought about this... Surely this statement, can't be true. Don't get me wrong I have heard many things about myself that I don't like to hear, but I have to admit to them...mostly 'cause they happen to be true. For instance I have often heard I'm loud...this is unfortunately true, I've heard I can be harsh with my opinion...also true, I've also heard I can be highly unforgiving...alas another truth. So I am not one of those people who has these bad habits, and refuses to see herself for what she really is. I see myself, and though it may not seem like it, I am striving to be a better person. This bit of information, I was apparently not ready to hear.

Now I just want to explain, there aren't many people in the world I will hear unfavorable truths from, my husband, my daughter, and my bestie are pretty much it. So I think it made it a bit harder to hear because it was she that said it.

So, we finished our conversation and I went home, with this nagging thought in the back of my head the entire time. Fast forward a week or more later, my Mr. Right, as I like to refer to him, and I were having a conversation. It was a deep and in depth conversation, some how it came back around to what my bestie had said. I told him I had never thought of it the way she put it and I was sure it wasn't to the degree she had implied it was. Then my amazingly wonderful Mr. Right said "Name one person who has ever broken your heart, that is still around. You have a way of erasing people from your life." I literally sat with my mouth agape. I mean two different people in just a couple of weeks both make the same observation about a personality defect I have, one that I guess I just never saw as a negative.

I guess I just thought that's what you were supposed to do, someone hurts you, you just make them go away...you just make them disappear. You move forward with your life, you don't forget, you just move forward allowing time to take care of the pain and my memories to give me the needed comfort of the missing friend, mother, dad, sister, brother, boyfriend, grandparent or other missing element. I never thought of it in the harsh light it is taken as. I have experienced this on the other end, as well. I have been erased. I have been removed from some one's life to the point of barely being recognized when we happen to run into each other. I know what it feels like. It doesn't feel any better from either side. I guess the idea that you just fight it out with someone and make it through the difficulty never dawned on me.

It's not as if I have a constant revolving door of people that come and get "erased" out of my life. I think I will let someone hurt me, until I just won't anymore. I have always had the theory that a woman will take something for so long then she just won't take it anymore. I feel I live that theory. People who have disappeared or been "erased" by me have had numerous opportunities to redeem themselves. Weather they didn't succeed or just didn't want to or did redeem themselves, just to make the same mistakes over, I feel I can only let someone break my heart so many times. The definition of insanity is: Repeating the same action over and over again expecting different results. Therefore it stands to reason that a person who hurts you repeatedly probably will continue to do so for as long as you will allow them to. If one accepts the previously mentioned reasoning as common sense then the only option to stop the "insanity" is to cut all ties with the person doing the hurting if for no other reason than self preservation.

Please don't misunderstand I am not trying to justify my choices, or actions, nor am I trying to apologize for my actions or behavior, I believe I am just trying to help others to explain why I do the things I do. I hate the idea that someone would hesitate to be my friend or get close to me for fear of becoming the next "victim" of my need to eliminate people. I want to make it clear it's not a need it's just a way I protect myself from being destroyed due to the callous handling of my love, affection, or friendship by someone. I have been saying for years I am the strongest woman I know. Part of that, in my opinion, is having the ability to know as well as to act when, for my own survival and happiness, I have to remove a cancerous negativity from my life. I am not saying it's something I'm proud of, however I do think it speaks volumes to my need to be surrounded by positivity and people who are in my corner cheering for me not cutting me down at every given opportunity, or telling me how I will never be capable of anything more than what I can do or am at this moment.

So to wrap up my rant, yes I do tend to put an expiration date on people who choose to be negative or get a thrill when someone else is down and they can laugh or use it to their advantage. I am not saying I am the most wonderful person or friend in the world, 'cause believe me I'm not. I do strive though everyday to be a better person, mother, wife and friend. I am by no means any where near where I would love to be one day. I do believe that all I can do is keep trying and hope that one day I will be the woman I hope to become, one that my daughter will be proud to call her mom...one that my husband will be proud to call his wife...most importantly one that I will be proud to call myself.

A Whirlwind

It's been a whirlwind of a few weeks...to try to journal it all I think, would be a bigger undertaking than I am capable of at this time. BigDaddy hasn't' worked in a week....he's not been laid off he's just what he calls "sitting". So, though I have not pushed the panic button...yet...I am starting to get a bit worried. Shy's report card was not what any of us had hoped. It wasn't horrible it just wasn't a true example of what she is capable of. I try not to make excuses for her, but in her defense, the kid has had some heavy life to deal with in the last few months. We are taking it all serious though and helping her to deal with it all as best we can. Other than that, BigDaddy was out of town for a few weeks before he was home this week. He was in what he says was a pretty nasty hotel, it was the only one in town though so they had no choice. The week in between Christmas and New years was slow, BigDaddy was out of town until New years eve night. I had decided I was going to pull all my scrap supplies out and print up a ton of pictures hold the dinning room table hostage in the family room and scrap to my hearts content. I had invited a few girls over to scrap, L came over Wed night and we didn't get to scrap for long because she had Christmas that same night. At 8:45 the next day we started scrapin and chattin and eating and laughing! We didn't stop laughing most of the day! We had a few visitors throughout the day, the last visitor however was the most interesting.
I had been struggling to finish a lo I just couldn't get completed. About that time there was a knock at the door there was a man he was standing way back away from the step. I said "Hello can I help you?" "I just hit your truck out here" came his response, "Oh hell, let me get some shoes and a coat on" was my answer. I walked into the family room, now scrap central, and explained what was going on to L and S. Then I went outside to survey the damage. I didn't think it was that bad the front drivers side grill and lights were shattered, small dent on the far front corner of the hood and front fender, the door had a pretty good dent in it, and a scratch and dent on the rear drivers side brake and by the gas cap. All in all I thought it could have been much worse. After the police report and getting the Tahoe looked at to make sure it was drivable, I was on my way to get BigDaddy in Wichita! He was not pleased, obviously, about the truck. In fact all weekend anytime it was talked or asked about he looked at me smiled, and said "It was fine when I left town, I come home and this is what she's done to it." I just rolled my eyes and explained for the hundredth time that I was in the house scrapping when this incident occurred. After a couple of weeks of phone calls and people looking at the Tahoe and getting advice from everyone we know, the insurance company decided to total it. Then we bought it back from them. Then BigDaddy went back to the car lot and got approved to buy a second car. Just last week...did I mention that he hasn't worked all week with no immediate return to work in sight...did I mention I was beginning to get worried...yeah so we'll see. I can't complain much...the Lord and Lady have seen fit to provide us with an amazing 2009! I believe very strongly that this to will be a year of the Turner's. I think perhaps the next couple of weeks will be difficult however, it will quickly pass! Until next time Be Well!

Our Christmas story!

It's Christmas day!
I have to say it has truly been one of the best I have ever had! I think it's also the best Christmas we have had as a family! It was a wonderful day from beginning. I got up earlier than my daughter! I had to pee, but I was also just to excited to hold myself in bed any longer. I was excited because I knew I had nailed the presents this year, I was also totally stoked about fondue. It is a new tradition for our family. Apparently it's something BigDaddy used to always do with his family, so he decided it would become a new tradition for us. I borrowed a deep fat fryer from my darling friend A so we could do the cooking (I didn't think it would be that fun so I didn't want to invest in one for ourselves) needless to say it was really fun! So now I gotta buy us a deep fat fryer! I love the meatballs, the fried onions were really good too. So as I was saying I got up way to early and started to get around the house getting the fire stoked up and picking up the blankets left out from the late night before, moving furniture for the family pic I was hell bent on getting in front of the tree with all the dogs and the fireplace! I totally did it and it's really cute!
About 20 mins after I got up BigDaddy got up and we started to get around. He let the dogs out and put the coffee on! Then he let the big dog wake Shy up! After some cinnamon rolls, a couple cigarettes, the family picture and devising a way to keep the big dog out of the living room while the chaos ensued, we got down to the really good business at hand.
Something you gotta know about our BigDaddy....he runs Christmas like a boot camp! He really has the best of intentions, however he plays "Santa" so he decides who opens what and when....we have a pretty long span of time in the middle where it's just Shy opening presents, but I like it that way....I can ask her if she really likes it and get a true answer and the best part of gift giving I get to see her reaction!! My favorite thing in the world is totally selfish I love to see people's reaction to any gift I give them. So after all the presents had been opened and we were all quiet just kinda playing with our new "toys". BigDaddy was opening his 206 piece tool set for about 45mins! Shy and I had spent an entire afternoon wrapping all the pieces individually! So it was with a great deal of pleasure I watched him unwrap and put it all together! I was playing with my new digital frame. Waiting very impatiently for my new laptop to finish charging up and Shy was playing with her new talking journal and talking non-stop! It truly was an absolutely perfect Christmas!
As I write this BigDaddy is still playing with his new i-pod....loading his music and whatever else on it! I am living the dream the sitting on the couch watching "A Christmas Story" while blogging! I just know it's gonna be an amazing weekend! All our appreciation and love to the Lord and Lady for all the truly wondrous blessings they have seen fit to bestow upon us this festive holiday season!
I hope you are all well!
Blessed Be!