Thursday, January 24, 2008

Business In The Front...And Party In The Back!

Darling hubby was out of town all last week....in Boston...in January. Not that it was much warmer on the coast of Carolina, but that has nothing to do with my story.

M was in the middle of training for a Hannah Montanna marathon (the only kind of marathon worth training for) and she started singing Billy Ray's classic hit, "I Want My Mullet Back". As if watching a 4 year old sing about mullets, cameros and 8 tracks lost wasn't darling enough, she then changes the words to "I Want My Daddy Back".

I was so touched at the sentiment and yet so disturbed by my 4 year old channeling Billy Ray.

Now I just have to make sure that she never watches Zoe 101.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Slack Ass

First off, I would like to apologize to the two of you out there that actually read my posts. I have no excuse to give for my absense, except to say that I am a hopeless slack ass that has all intentions of posting everyday, but then inevitably gets side tracked and that's all she wrote....or not.

Anyway, I am now back...again and I look forward to giving you a daily (or at least tri-weekly) chuckle.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Not Even Bribery Is Safe From The Cost Of Inflation

While we were "home" for Christmas my first cousin got married. This is no ordinary first cousin though, he's more like my little brother. His mom and my mom are sisters and live next door to each other...on the same dirt road as their mom and dad....did I mention that we are the Waltons?

M was one of the flower girls. She's gotten a little weird lately about "performing" in front of people (especially me and her dad for some reason). So when it came time at the rehearsal for her to do her part she refused and proceeded to cry big tears and scream anytime anyone acknowledged her mere existence. Can we say "Diva"?

After a few minutes with Ma Betty (her great-grandmother) M was all thumbs up, ready to charge down the aisle and let us, as a group, look at her. I asked her what changed her mind about the whole flower girl thing and she said with a bit of innocence in her eyes, "Ma Betty said that I could have $20.00".

$20.00!! For $20.00 I'll put on the fairy like dress and toss a few petals around or better yet make her dad.

The big day and more importantly her big time came and sure enough she walked down the aisle like a champ...with not a single petal hitting the floor. She tried to get the money early, but the deal was the she would walk in and OUT. So after the wedding, she's walking around with her money in hand asking when the next wedding is. My little manipulator, I mean entrepreneur.

We're Baaack!

Well, we are finally back to reality. M starts back to school tomorrow and me and the DH started back to work today. I never thought that I'd miss sitting in front of a computer screen all day....but boy did I ever. Too much family...not enough me time.

We went "home" to visit the family for Christmas. It sounds so funny to most people that I still refer to my parents house as "home". I've been out of their house since I was 18 (I'm much older and a bit wiser now) and I still refer to my parent's house as my "home". I'm wondering myself at what point I am going to grow up and call my own house my home. And will M do the same thing when she flees, I mean moves away?

M had a great Christmas, I think. In all fairness, everyone cut down on the gift exchanges this year and it kinda seemed like M didn't get quite as much as in past years. But you would never know it by her reactions or her excitement. One of her most prized possesssions is a thrift store tutu that I picked up at the very last minute (I mean, like Santa's coming down the chimney last minute). I'll try to post pictures when I can.