In Love with Nature

I LOVE hearts found in nature...I just discovered the tree here at work. The leaf was one I found several months ago. ;-)

The Hits Keep Coming

It was Saturday. I was getting ready to head to Orlando to join Ron's sister and brother-in-law, Sarah & Bryan, for the 1st Annual Downtown Orlando Beer Festival. My daughter asks where I was going. I decide to start off by innocently declaring "Orlando to visit Uncle Bryan & Aunt Sarah". She presses for more detail. "A Beer Festival" I say. She earnestly replies "Is that where you see who can drink the most beer?". LOL!! Of course Ron can't resist mumbling under his breath "More or less". I was giggling all the way out the door. :-)

Uppers and Downers

Ansley was explaining to her Meme that her lip was hurting...

A - "Meme - my downer lip is hurting"
M - "You mean your bottom lip?"
A - "No, my downer lip. Not my upper lip, but my downer lip."

:-)

Lucky!

I've never considered myself a lucky person. I've never won any radio contests or really much of anything. I'm not even sure I've ever won a raffle drawing at my workplace of 15 years. HOWEVER - lately I've been lucky in ways I really haven't deserved to be. I wouldn't have been prompted to blog this had just the one incident occurred. But then the second incident happened this weekend and I really must! The first one happened approx. 1.5 months ago when we took the kids to see "Horton Hears a Who". We had taken our seats on the very top row (ugh - got there later than we should have). I then grabbed my credit card holder (holds my visa check card, amex and drivers license) and the boys and we headed to the food court. Fast forward to the next morning when I'm at the Dunkin Donuts drive-thru and I'm feeling around for my credit card holder. It's not there. UGH!! I initially think I must've left it in my pants pocket. I even call home to warn them of my dilemma. I check my pants. NOT THERE! Now it hits me - I can't "picture" myself putting it back in my purse once we reached our seats at the theater. I imagine that I probably put it down in the food tray and never retrieved it. I'm sick. What's the chances of finding it. It probably either got thrown away or knocked out and then picked up by someone. I come *this close* to canceling my cards but when I look at my bank account and see no activity - I decide to not give up hope. It's a little before 10AM on a Saturday so I'm thinking no one is probably even at the theater. I go any way. After a few minutes of knocking on Lakeside Cobb - someone comes to the door. I tell him my story - he checks lost and found - no luck. He then offers me the chance to look in the theater. I hopelessly accept his offer. He flips on all lights (wow - I've never seen a theater this bright). I warn him that I must walk the full flight since I was "at the very top". My first glance depresses me. Even though it was obvious to me that nothing was under our seats - I felt compelled to look a little harder. I decide to look behind the seat by pulling the back towards me - THERE IT WAS. Completely in tact. The first thing I said to the attendant was "Thank God your cleaning people don't clean better!". Okay. So that is lucky story #1. It even ended with me telling Ron that if he had now told me to go to Orlando to get some special donuts - I would gladly oblige! I was ecstatic and amazed!

Now for lucky story #2. Ron and I were at Belks on Saturday. I was getting some new perfume for Mother's Day and he was just in need of more cologne - period. We had already purchased a gift card at J. Gill for his mom (a decent amount mind you). Why they feel compelled to package it in this scarf-size box is beyond me. Had they just handed it to me - I would've gladly thrown it in my purse and then you wouldn't be reading this book of a blog. Any way, it's a few hours later and I'm sitting down to write out my Mother's Day cards. I realize that I'm missing the J. Gill card. UGH-FREAKING-UGH. I IMMEDIATELY realize I couldn't picture myself with it in my hands as we walked away with our perfume purchases (I'm very visual - can you tell?)! I call the store and press the option for the "Manager on Duty". I explain my story and she quickly forwards me to the perfume counter. They didn't find and transfer me back to the MOD just in case it's been turned it. She checks. Not there. I'm sick (this is a pattern). For some reason I feel the need to say "You know...the perfume counter is a very cluttered area so I can see someone not noticing my bag. Can you please ask them to take a second look and if they find anything - here's my cell". I knew I was talking into the wind but like I said "for some reason...". She surprises me with the response "Let me just walk over there right now and take a look.... Oh my goodness - they must not have eyes - here it is right here.". To which I reply "FOR REAL??!!". Another happy, LUCKY ending. Amazing, huh?

The Cleaning Face

I have one. Do you? Mine was first pointed out by Ron a while back. I was surprised to learn this about myself since I had absolutely no idea. I gathered from the delivery of this news from him that it wasn't exactly flattering so I set out to catch myself in the act. I have this grouping of mirrors in my dining room so the next time I was cleaning my floors - I remembered to have a look. Egad. Not good. And now that I'm aware - it only means that I'm more aware of how much I unintentionally do this face. I can't seem to stop. It's kind of like the face Ron and the boys make playing the computer, only worse (they just usually stick their tongue out). I tuck my upper lip into my bottom lip which more or less looks like a very pathetic frown. Notice I am not including a picture for your viewing pleasure.

Funniest thing I've seen in a while!

ENJOY!

Tell me what it takes...

To remember my "green" grocery bags. In case it's not obvious in the pic - that is one of the new "reminder" stickers on my rear-view mirror. And yet - 9 times out of 10 I'm going to forget my bags at home. You know, the ones that I have strategically planted right next to my front door. In the cute miniature grocery cart. I have about 7 of them now, including one red one from Target. The sad part is, even if I remember to IMMEDIATELY take them to my car when I get home from the store - I suspect I wouldn't remember them until being asked "paper or plastic?" on the next trip. And then what? Should I say "Oh, woops, hold on please while I run to my car to get my green bags!". Who knows...maybe I should teach myself a lesson and do just that. Maybe THEN I would remember my green bags.

Fuzzy like a peach?

Honesty is so refreshing. Honesty from my 5 yr old daughter is the best! The other day - out of the blue (as is most of her good material) - she shared some fun thoughts with her Dad. She said "Dad, I love you. Even though your hairy. And I love Mommy too. She's smooth. Well, actually, she's kind of fuzzy". HA! So I wondered - "fuzzy" like the hair on my arms is nothing like the hair on Dad's OR "fuzzy" because she busted me for not shaving my legs that day? Nah - she probably would've said "cactus-y" then, right?