So the bailout failed. I’m sure there’s another deal in the works- thankfully- so now what?
I wonder if I should just take all my stuff and move to the Bahamas? Call it a day? I could live on or near the beach and get a job doing…something. I could run with the boys on the beach every morning, eat fresh fish and fruit and vegetables and be so tan (and even more blonde) you’d never recognize me.
I think that should be my new plan.
So here are a few pictures I haven’t put up until now. LOTS OF FUN!
I got to babysit the MOST precious babies on the face of the earth this past weekend while their parents went to the Auburn game. (WAR EAGLE.) (I love being an Auburn fan!) They are sweet, well-behaved and gorgeous and I tell their parents all the time that if they come home and the house is empty that I have them…and I may or may not return with them. EVER. I love them.
the sweetest boy ever!
deep in thought
sweet brother and sister
L-U-C-Y!!!
zonked out puppy dog...
p-p-pwease don't make me take a bath...
he looks much sadder than he really is
poor little hurt paw... 
I love the head turn...
la familia y la familia extendida
I was reading today in Leviticus…I know, random. However, Leviticus 19:28 says, “Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD.”
(To be fair, Leviticus 19:27 says, “Do not cut the hair at the sides of your head or clip off the edges of your beard.”)
All that to say should I get my tattoos removed?
I love this saying! I’ve never heard it before, but I love it! It’s so heartwarming!
It IS fall’s first night- and a beautiful night it is. I think we have a good week of this kind of weather ahead of us…low 80’s during the day, 60 or just above at night. What’s great is that I know there’s even cooler weather ahead. . . . I love Fall in the South!
Have you ever sat back and just…marveled at the wondrous, majestic, awe-inspiring works of the one and only Living God? Just amazing- there are no words. Even the greatest word or sentence doesn’t seem to really capture the awesome-ness. The way clouds just seem to hang in the sky even though they’re moisture-filled and moving at the same time. Human beings- our intricate and delicate yet strong and dependable bodies. How incredible. Flowers, trees, grass and how they grow and multiply. Animals. Oceans, water, the beach. The innumerable grains of sand on the beach. The vastly innumerable scores of stars in the sky.
Doesn’t it just blow your ever-loving MIND??!!
I don’t know why Barack HUSSEIN Obama stands in front of a flag when he speaks…it’s not like he ever looks at it, praises it and pledges his allegiance to what it stands for. !!!!! He won’t look at it, and worse, he won’t place his hand over his heart, which should be a HUGE red flag.
Here it is, just in case you haven’t heard it in awhile:
I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT STANDS. ONE NATION, UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL.
Dear Mr. Obama, I will not vote for you- and I will shout at the top of the highest mountain I can find to everyone who can hear me the many, many reasons why they shouldn’t either.
It’s 10:15 at night and it’s 62 degrees outside! A girl could get used to this!!! However, this getting dark before 7:00 stuff….? Don’t like it! “Don’t wan it!”
A wedding is a wonderful, fabulous, (can be) expensive tradition- and it traditionally happens between a man and a woman. ONLY.
It is NOT a wedding if you tell your husband….wait, if you tell your spouse…wait, if you tell your PARTNER that “he” looks beautiful. Let’s back up. It’s NOT a wedding if there are 2 women or 2 men involved, “marrying” each other. (This on the heels of Ellen and Portia “marrying” last month.)
It’s NOT a wedding if the person you’re “marrying” is the same sex as you are. It’s NOT a wedding if your “husband” cries more than you do….BECAUSE THE HORMONES ARE THE SAME!!! It’s NOT a wedding if the minister can’t say “husband and wife” or “man and wife” throughout the service. It’s NOT a wedding if you are not physically able to conceive a child while on your “honeymoon” for the most obvious of reasons. It’s NOT a wedding if people have to ask who literally wears the pants in the relationship.
OK. I think I’m done.
So I’m sitting at home (working from home)…the boys at my feet, the painters readying the apartment above me for the next tenant and Take Home Chef on in the background. It’s raining outside and all I can think about it is MAN, this sandwich is awesome!
In college, my friend Sarah introduced me to the laudable qualities of the cucumber sandwich. What a fantasic, incredibly SIMPLE sandwich. Here it is, in all it’s glory…
2 pieces wheat bread, toasted/2-3 T light cream cheese/ as many sliced cucumbers as you like…smear cream cheese on toast, layer cucumbers, top w/toasted bread, slice, enjoy!
So simple, so easy, so fantastic. Thanks, Sarah- I still love you even though we’re far apart!
This question has been on my mind a lot lately. Someone asked me how things were going (in the dating world)- of course, I had to answer “ummm….they’re not? going….?” Because I never get out! I never get out b/c I’m working F/T and going to school and not quite confident enough yet to “get back out there”. I know- pathetic. I’m getting there, though! She asked if every time I met a guy, a man, if I thought “ooooh, he could be the one!”. And I didn’t- until now! Thanks a lot for that….!
I started going down the list of things that I want in a man- I made a list because to find that “perfect man” is most likely impossible…because no one’s perfect, I understand. I laughed, though, at some of the traits and views I put on my list, though. Here’s an overview… Remember, this man most likely does not exist. 
Christian man with a heart for serving God and others, have a British (or Aussie or South African) accent, be a firefighter/paramedic/cop/FBI, CIA or SS agent/pilot or other military OR have a great job that lets him travel (and take me with him!), share my love of all things animals and the beach and most types of music, keeps us active but knows when to take a day off, treats me like I should be treated every day, brings things to the table that need to be talked about without fear and anxiousness. We would share values and priorities, love to be around each other, put each other before ourselves- and of course, he’d LOVE Auburn as much as I do… and be so handsome I couldn’t take my eyes off him!
If anyone finds this man, please send him my way and tell him I’ve been waiting on him!
I believe John McCain absolutely made the right choice!
Now they need to hone in on the ones OUTSIDE the RNC, the ones who aren’t sure who they’ll vote for or the ones who are (GASP!) still stupid enough to vote for Obama.
IT’S GAME ON, BABY!!!
