The TOOTH....

We all know me..... we all know how I am. I lose stuff constantly... I get agitated easily.... I am severely unorganized, but in some ways, severely organized. I feel sorry for plants in a department store left to die... I LOVE babies. I cannot accomplish ONE task at a time I start about 5 to 9 and do them all at once here and there. I hate cooking. I love my friends... These are some of the things that make me... ME. Which brings me to the story I am about to tell you..... One other thing is, I cannot stand to hear my son cry. My husband though.... loves to make him squeal. Andrew has a loose tooth. People who know me know that my son has what we call "The million dollar mouth". He's had fillings and crowns... he's never lost a tooth... we have had to have them all pulled, the new ones grow in and the old ones never get loose enough. He has a tooth now that is loose, on the bottom. He hates to have it touched or messed with. My husband believes all teeth should be wiggled and PULLED. I never let him do it. Last weekend he wrestled him down and tried to wiggle the tooth... it was a fight and afterwards Andrew comes into the kitchen where my mom and I are painting. My mom asks him what's wrong and he states, "Nanoo.... I just can't talk about it right now". So....Tonight, I left for some time AWAY, w/ a friend to Wal Mart (I know.... I know... Wal Mart??). Upon my return (which was no longer than 30 minutes), I was greeted at the door by my red-faced, watery eyed son. And the next thing I hear is, "Daddy made me fro-up, on the carpet mommy.... right there". Apparently, the tooth wiggling started the minute I left. Andrew got more than upset, started crying and coughing and, well... you know the rest. Needless to say, he was horrified. I can venture to say, I doubt I will be going anywhere alone for a while. I can also say Andrew thinks he can no longer eat Honey Nut Cheerios, thanks to the puke episode. Andrew already eats very little... I hate to think another item has been knocked off the menu. I was also notified that in case of another emergency, Andrew needs me on speed dial.

Max

Some people have dogs and some have cats - I have birds. I have 2 finches, and a Sun Conure Named Skittles. I had a Cockatiel named Max. Max was my baby. I purchased him when he was a baby. He was hand reared and loved me like I hatched him myself. He liked kisses on his little head, and a scratch whenever I passed him. If I wasn't near him when he felt the need to be loved, he'd call to me or fly to my shoulder. Max was never confined to his cage, he sat on top - he had the free run. He hated to be locked up. Maybe being locked up would have Max here with me tonight. When the men came from Rooms To Go to deliver our new mattress and Recliner, Max got scared and flew right out the door. I wasn't home.... but my hubby called me to let me know. I was a wreck. People may think it is silly - but he was my pet and I love him. It breaks my heart to know he is out there w/ out me. I do hold hope that he may return but I am still so sad. It is so cold outside and Max has never had a hard day in his life. I pray god will watch over my little love, and keep him safe and warm tonight and I hope he knows I love him. = (

Questions.......

I spend hours reading people's blogs. I think of it kinda like a book, in a way, like a little soap opera.

Does ANYBODY read mine?

Am I THAT boring?

Below is a picture of me and my baby Andrew, on his 7th Birthday. 12-13-08

The Christmas Cactus

I love the holidays. One of the many things the holidays bring, is my Christmas Cactus. One of the 2 that I have, was "rescued" from Home depot years ago after Christmas. Marked more than 50% off... it sat sadly amongst other various dying plants. If you read a previous blog, I am a sad soul when it comes to plants wilting.... lonely in a store. I plucked it out and added it to my collection. Once full of blooms it never bloomed again, until last year. 2 beautiful blooms, shortly after my Grandfather passed away. I felt those 2 blooms were for my grandfather and my dear friend Luann, who passed away from Lung Cancer. Now here it is 2008 and again, I have almost 2 full blooms and a few more sprouting. I also added another plant last year (off wal-mart's 50% plants)and it is happy as ever and in full bloom. I am adding photos of these beautiful miracles. God created such a beautiful plant... w/ amazing blooms. Enjoy.



My first Cactus.



My second Cactus. = )

Boring.....

First let me start out my blog by whining..... I see all these people with blogs that have a gazillion followers... then you have mine. Zero.... zilch... not one. Don't get me wrong... my mom reads it and she counts 100% (but I have it set up to email her when I post a new one so it's almost like cheating.)... but I guess I was hoping somebody else might like a small window view into my boring (somewhat humerous) life. I don't go on a lot of trips... and I don't belong to any clubs. I go to a small Methodist church down the road from me. I don't have college degree job.... I am simply me. I love helping other people. I Can walk though a store and see a wilting plant and genuinely feel "sorry" for it (like it has feelings). This kinda reminds me of my whole elementary, middle and high school career. I was the girl who was just "there". And now.... years later... here I am. I know I know, I am whining and having a small pity party for myself. Shame on me. Sometimes I wish my life was as simple and carefree as Andrew's. All he worries about it when he can play his games.... how many cookies he can have... and how long am I going to stay in Kohls and "torture" him. You know, stuff like that. Oh so innocent. As I sit here being pitiful. I am reminded how thankful I am for many things. And for the friends I know who are hurting and mourning right now, I say a prayer.

On a lighter note....Andrew brightens my day no matter what. He watched in horror as I sped past our exit to go home. He then realized that Kohls was in sight and proceeded to tell me how much he "HATES THIS PLACE". Upon entering the establishment, he asks me to get a stroller. Silly me for thinking he wanted to sit in the actual SEAT. No sir... I turned my back to find him in the portion of the cart where you can put all the goodies you plan to buy. Might I add he fit in there perfect. But then I look like a bafoon walking a stroller minus the kid. While looking at candles I thought he was going to give a poor woman a heart attack when his hand popped out of the buggy bag. Not many people expect an arm to come flying out of the back of a Kohl's stroller. where he then proceeds to tell the woman, "My mommy makes me sit back here". I was mortified..... She did laugh though and said, "I have grandchildren... I understand". Never a dull moment. Sometimes I think people get pleasure out of watching a woman trying to wrangle an antsy 6 year old. Especially when I entered the Bra and Panty section to which Andrew sighed heavily and stated... "Don't you have ENOUGH of these things mommy??". Now the boredom is at an all time high..... so, making small talk, he asked me if I needed new socks for my "date with daddy friday". If he only knew..... I need one of those spanx thingies... a Nice Bra, and maybe some cutsie christmas panties. I'll save that for another day, when I am ALONE. I can see him explaining to the cashier that all that stuff is for my date friday. All the while I am reminded of the stories my mom tells me of how I would vanish in department stores, only to be found moments later in the middle of a clothing rack swinging from the poles holding clothes. Paybacks baby.....

I was just informed that I never feed Andrew so I better go. Never mind that I stopped and got him a happy meal and his favorite sweet tea.

The accident.... and Andrew's concerns....

Today my mom was involved in a slight fender bender. An elderly woman slammed into the back of her as she headed to Wellstar to meet me for lunch. She called me upset... and I flew as fast as I could to mak sure she was okay. Shook up and soon to be very sore..... she is okay. Upon picking Andrew up from school, I mentioned the accident to him. The response? "Is she dead?". NO... I replied. So then we have to make the call, to make sure Nanoo is okay. From the back seat, this is what I hear:

"Hi Nanooooo... are you okay? But you are okay? What car hit you? What kind? White? Okay.... Lincoln? Okay..... So Nanoo, when I get home, I am gonna play my game and IT'S ON! " Concern noted.... game over. He did make her laugh though and that is what I wanted.

Our little man...

= )

Lights......

Don't you hate it when you are sitting on your couch.... gazing at your Christmas tree, and you think, "Something is off...". Sure enough I have a string of lights out. What the Heck? Well me and my OCD couldn't let it go. I go out in the cold
(32 degrees) to dig through 5 large plastic tubs, for extra lights. Lucky for me I hit the jackpot w/ the first one I dove into. It's fun tring to take a strand of lights off a tree w/ ornaments and beaded garland already hung.... and an extremely grumpy husband parked on the sofa. I managed to pull my sad little lights off my tree... and put the new ones back on. It make not be 100% perfect, but it looks beautiful to me. = )

My house may not be big. I may not have furniture and tables and picures that all match. But I am happy and that is all that counts.

Merry Christmas !