Auld Lang Syne

What a fabulous New Year J and I had. We were in Memphis with some of our most darling friends, the O's and the S's. The best way I can think of seeing out 2007 and ringing in 2008. What more could you ask for? Oh, and there were several instances in which I tinkled my pants. What more could you ask for Internet?

(This lasted about one night. Don't bother calling AA.)

Friday night my friend LL arrived to meet Mackipoo for an exciting weekend of pooch sitting. We left late evening around 8:30 to head to the Scenic City for the night. Mrs. O and I exchanged Christmas gifts and wouldn't you know that she found me some Brandon socks from 90210? (What was his last name?).

Saturday morning we left for Memphis! The drive there is long and long and long, but worth it to see the S's! Of course no one travels like me and they were not ready to leave at 7am as I'd hoped. (Hi Mrs. O! You reading? You guys were lovely, really you were!).

Upon arrival we unloaded our goods and immediatly opened a bottle of wine. A big bottle of wine. Which turned into two bottles of wine. Recap: Two large bottles of wine, three women, two hours. Mrs. S did feed us a nice steak dinner though. Yum! Mrs. S also gave me a lovely gift of the cream and sugar set that matches our dishes. She is such a sweet and thoughtful friend.

(The display of my dishes in the store. See the cool cow stuff? We have it too thanks to Mrs. S. My husband loves bovine! The milk pours out of the cows mouth for the creamer! Awesome!)

Sunday morning we had a delicious breakfast (Mrs. S is the hostess with the mostest! She's the true epitome of a southern belle!). The ladies took a nice walk which took a turn for the worse when two vicious, foaming-at-the-mouth boxers came out of nowhere, barrelling at us. I tinkled my pants. (Mrs. O on the other hand welcomed them to eat her with open arms. Um yeah!) The finally retreated as if they were called. Mrs. S said she'd never seen them before or had a problem with hungry, ferocious animals running amuck. I guess it was all for me. I'm special.

(The S's "baby" Vader decided he wanted to sleep with me.)

We cleaned up and headed about town where we picked up an old friend, another Mrs. M who well will call T. Mrs. O and I went to high school with her (I actually went to middle school with her too. Wow--that goes way back). I knew she and Mrs. S would get along and I wanted to introduce them. We picked her up and headed for the mothership.

(Here we are inside the mothership!)

What mothership you ask? What do you mean "what mothership?" My mothership of the PB and WS outlets. I got out of the car. Stopped. And paid homage to the beauty that was. The I put on my speedy feet and bolted to the door not being able to wait one more minute.

I found goodies galore! In PB I found some items for our new bathroom (being built this month, you'll hear more), some storage items for my studio, a few Christmas decorations, and a few office organization items. I contemplated a quilt for the master bedroom and also some candle pillars, but couldn't make the commitment.

But what you really want to hear about is how I again tinkled my pants when I saw this oh-so-lovely armoire from the Hudson collection. Internet it would be less than $500. That's like 60% off! Plus, we already have transporation from there to home. I'll stay right here while you all go comment and tell my husband WE! NEED! THAT! I need for him to think it's his idea, and if you would be so kind as to help me out with that, I would truly appreciate it! Go ahead....I'll wait.

(Here it is! It makes me tear up just a little bit!)

After leaving the PB we went next door to WS where melted to a puddle just being in it's presence. I stood in front of the large display of my new dishes, salivated, checked for new pieces (hoping for a cake plate) and moved on. I totally scored with a new oil and vinegar cruettes, new white bar towels and clothes (I've been wanting to switch to all white so we can bleach all the dish items and they'll be pretty and clean), soap and lotion for my little sink caddy, and an awesome milk jug.

The fun didn't stop there: J found a car cake pan that he simply had. to. have! It is rather neat. It will make cute loaves of bread. He also found steak seasonsing and my oh my the biggest bargain yet, new pots and pans. He found a great 10 piece set of CuisineArt stainless steel (nonstick!) cookware set. I think it retails for more than $200. It was outlet priced at $189 and with all discounts ended up being only $88! Tinkle! There it goes again.

(The new cookware in the kitchen!)

Of all the great shopping our total was LESS THAN $200! All in all we spent less than the original price of the cookware.

The rest of the day brought about delicious Memphis bbq, a trollop down Beale Street, Mint Juleps, and returning home for wine. There is always room for wine (and lemon drops according to Mrs. S).

(Having too much fun in a little shop on Beale Street.)

New Years Eve we had more tasty Memphis delicacies, more Beale Street action, more Mint Juleps, more wine....more more more! The evening ended with a fire pit and games and spending time with my fabulous friends and of course ringing in the New Year with a hot kiss from my hot husband. Purrr!

(Me enjoying a (or several) mint juleps. Hubs and I on Beale Street)

The trip home was uneventful, just long, long, long. Ugh--I hate that drive. Mack was excited to see us and we were exhausted. However, it was all worth it for the priceless time with our friends.

By the way, you think we need that armoire, right?

So Much To Say

I wanted to post about the fabulous time J and I had on Friday night, riding around town in a limo (a stretch Excursion) looking at Christmas lights with some of our favorite darling people and the fabulous bar that was also in the limo. The pictures are precious.

I also wanted to write about Christmas traditions and the traditions you adapt to or embrace when you're married, but mostly how I miss Christmas and the time with my family. I wanted to do a whole post on Christmas trees and how much I love them and how I almost would keep a little tree up year round because I love them so much.

I also want to write about my Christmas afternoon of shooting guns (a 45, 36, AR-15, 12 gage shotgun, and a muzzleloader and I have no clue if I just spelled any of those right but whatever!). That is a whole fabulous post and although I missed every stinking clay pigeon I did hit the targets with decent accuracy. I also chose not to shoot the "elephant gun" (which had a real name I'm sure) which is the smallest gun allowed to shoot an elephant on an African safari and why my brother-in-law has it I just don't know. It was quite powerful and my delicate and dainty little southern-belle frame just felt far too feminine and demure to attempt it. That and I really don't like guns. They make uncomfortable and I'm afraid as I never grew up being around them and suddenly I'm in a family that shoots for kicks and thankfully has a huge farm with their own ridge of which to go to town on their hobby. It did make my heart happy to see my husband enjoying such time with his dad and brother since the three of them can't often get together.

I also wanted to burst with pride as I told you that Mack is playing quite nicely with others and didn't once try to eat a new person during the whole festive Christmas in new environments and with new people. Probably because he was being fed steak, ham, and rolls. As with the others in our family, food talks. He did all of this tricks and gave kisses and waved hello and goodbye and this doggy mama sure is proud he's learning to not snack on our friends and family.

Oh, oh, oh, AND: I got to babysit 12-week old triplets and it totally made my day. You may or may not know that I often pray for triplets, three kids, one labor, the end. (Oh, and preferably with a girl and a boy in the mix). More on babysitting is that I filled in for a friend of the family I normally babysit and ohmygoodness they had a movie theater in their home. I took a picture (oh yes I did!).

Oh, and don't forget the post about how I've had this nagging cough since December 4th yet my asthma isn't killing me and when I tried to make an appointment I only talked to a nurse who decided to "call in something" for me (wonder if I have to co-pay for that visit?) and I've been taking it for 10 days and while I felt fine in the beginning I now feel like I'm knocking on death's door although nothing is bothering me but this nasty, getting worse by the second cough and Dr. Google has told me I have cancer.

J's sweet little grandmother gave me a concoction she whipped up called "witches brew" that "will knock the cough right out of you." While true, she didn't mention it would leave me with a hangover, yet wanting more and looking for local AA meetings. I now laugh in the face of regular cough syrup and go straight for the moonshine. Don't worry, I'm going to see a real live doctor today and ask if I can be knocked out until further notice.

And before I forget, today is Mrs. S's birthday. I'd like to say she is older than I and therefore wiser and I cannot wait to give her a big fat kiss and a few birthday whacks this weekend when I visit her in the land far away that should be cut off of our great state and called Mississippi. Oh wait, we are going to Mississippi. Many smooches and bottles of Jack for you my darling friend.

So in short I wanted to share all of these wonderful things but as you remember I'm already self-medicating and on top of all that busy-ness my lungs are trying to escape my body via catapulting up my esophagus and out my mouth, and I'm whiny now and I want to clean my house, enjoy my new gifts, pack for the weekend trip, and take a nap (and another shot of "witches brew").

How about I catch y'all next year?

In 4 days?

Did you know that Christmas is in just 4 days? I ran out of time to post my Christmas Music Challenge. Not that it matter since you didn't want to play my Christmas Movie Challenge. What are you guys, like busy this glorious time of year? I'm sure you don't have errands to run, parties to attend, goodies to bake, gifts to buy and wrap, etc. etc. Don't worry, I'll save it til next year!

I have a darling collection of Christmas socks that have not recieved their due this year. Therefore I'll be changing socks three times per day for the next four days. Just call me "Fresh Feet."

My Dear Friend: The Gap Outlet

I love this cute little dress I found at the Gap Outlet. It's chocolate brown and super comfy jersey knit. It's thin and made for warmer weather, but I layered with a tank, sweater, and pashmina on the top and tights and boots on the bottom for a great look. It would also look nice with long sleeves layered under it. In warmer weather I'll wear this with leather flip flops or my leopard thong shoes. It was only $20. (Original price was $49.99, outlet price was $34.99 and it was 40% discounted.)

This little dress was most definately a deal from the orignal price of $59.00. I paid only $4.97! It's a cute little black spaghetti strapped slip dress with the cutest pleated trim at the bottom. This will be a great dress to wear with bright shoes and accessories (pink for me!) and to also tie a large satin ribbon around the middle. You can layer shirts under this or cardigans over. I'm certain I'll be layering it son with sweaters, leggings, and boots. I'll also wear this as casual summer wear. It's an easy throw-on outfit with a messy bun and cute sandals for a very polished look. I'm going to have a make a new chunky beaded necklace to go with it.

Full dress (Left) and pleated detail (right).

How much do you want to be a little girl on my Christmas list this year?

Christmas Movie Challenge

Who knows their Christmas movie trivia? I'm not a movie buff at all, but I do love Christmas movies. Play along; match the quotes with the movies. Have fun!

QUOTES

1. No, Charlie. That's why I'm a misfit toy. My name is all wrong. No child wants to play with a Charlie-in-the-box, so I had to come here.

2. You know, I think this Christmas thing is not as tricky as it seems. And why should they have all the fun? It should belong to anyone. Not anyone, in fact, but me.

3. We're kicking off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country in the old front-wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols.

4. This is extremely important. Will you please tell him (Santa) that instead of presents this year, I just want my family back. No toys-nothing but Peter, Kate, Buzz, Mega, Linnie, and Jeff. And my aunt and my cousins. And if he has time, my Uncle Frank, ok?

5. There's no Christmas in the army.

6. I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.

7. I like to smile. Smiling's my favorite.

8. Mortal, we spirits of Christmas do not live one day of the year, we live the whole 365. So it is true of the child born in Bethlehem.

9. Who gave you permission to tell Charlie there was no Santa Claus? I think if we're going to destroy our son's delusions, I should be part of it.

10. Faith is believing in things when commonsense tells you not to. Don't you see? It's not just Kris that's on trial, it's everything he stands for. It's kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.

11. My balls are freezin! I never thought I'd say THAT with a smile on my face.

12. Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.

13. What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey! That's a pretty good idea, I'll give you the moon, Mary.

14. It's Christmas Eve. It's-it's the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we-we-we smile a little easier, we-w-w-we-we-we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are people that we always hoped we would be.

15. Santie Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?

MOVIES

a. How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

b. Jack Frost

c. It's a Wonderful Life

d. Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer

e. Home Alone

f. Elf

g. A Christmas Story

h. The Santa Clause

i. The Polar Express

j. The Nightmare Before Christmas

k. Christmas Vacation

l. Scrooged

m. Miracle on 34th Street

n. A Christmas Carol

o. A Charlie Brown Christmas

p. White Christmas

Can we take it one holiday at a time?

While out purchasing a few things for my business tonight, I noticed there were shelves of Valentine's decor and paraphenelia available. Can we not wait til the new year at least? Can we get through Christmas first? Good Grief!

Coming Soon-Sephora

Last night J and I went to the mall and I was very excited to see the new storefront for Sephora, coming soon to MyTown. I was just shopping their website yesterday as well. I can't wait for it to arrive; no more shipping! I love philosophy products and I'm happy I can go in play in them all day long if I please. I just might ask if I can have a slumber party with them!

J and I had some interesting people-watching at the mall. I nearly enjoy the people-watching as much as the shopping. And of course this time of year makes people crazy so it was especially interesting.

I picked up a few last minute items for my little brother (14, ohmygosh he's 14!). It's quite hard to buy for a 14-year-old who has everything. His childhood is vastly different than mine. I think I made great choices though. It's hard to go wrong when purchasing any branded item from the popular teen stores, unless he already owns it of course.

That's another thing. Do you know how old and ridiculous I felt in those teenybopper stores? I wanted to wear a distinct sign "shopping for teen brother!" I didn't change after work, as to fit into the fashion show at the mall. However I'm pretty sure my dress, boots, and pashmina were distinct old lady attire in said stores. Hey--at least I wasn't the mom wearing the store branded (Aero) sweatsuit. I stiffled a chuckle.

Dear Wanna-be cool Moms,

The store is cool for your kids, but not for you. You look like an idiot and head-to-to light turquoise is definately not your color. Now grow up and head to The Gap where people your age shop. Shopping here will not make you younger. However some clothes in your size, eye cream, hair dye, and proper applied make-up just might make you appear that way.

Love,
Mrs. M

P.S. The fashion police are on to you, and they are far worse than I. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to head to Gap, Banana, and Ann Taylor where I feel a bit more at home.

This Is Promising

I just looked at my calendar for the remainder of the year, and I had to self medicate.

I'm too old to party on a weeknight.

Big party last night.

In the sunsphere (swanky!).

OPEN BAR!

Overserved.

In fact, Hubs had enough liquid personality that he decided to swing me around the area he thought should be a dance floor and dipped me. Recieved a standing ovation!

Hungover.

I may or may not have sang "Santa Baby" on the bar. I don't do tipsy bar-karaoke and tell.

Anymore. (Right A?)

Food; scrumptious!

I also may or may not have had a (large) bottle of Chardonnay. But ohmygoodness you should have seen the delicacy of cheeses during the cocktail hour. OH!MY! GOODNESS! My little cheese, wine, and chocolate loving heart was delighted.

Getting through work day.

Five hour road trip north to the mountains tonight.

Of course they're predicting an ice storm and it's snowing, need you ask?

I am proud to say that I still have it.

By it I mean the ability to put apply my makeup in such a way that I look fresh and spunky and to hide all tell-tale signs that I may have had too much fun last night.

It's a sorority skill they teach your during your pledge period I think. A and I mastered it by staying out until 3am every night and still being able to dress and make-up ourselves (beautiful and coherent mind you!) for 8am presentations of which appearance was a factor.

We were skilled, what can I say?

Well, I can say that I'll pay for this as the day goes on, because I will.

(Boo--I forgot my camera because I was so busy getting fancied up for the party--but it would have been great pictures! You could see all of downtown and it was beautiful lit up.)

Again, the epitome of grace

I fell in my driveway this morning. My boot seems unscathed (yea, my tall black boots are a winter staple), I skinned my knee (ouch, but I had antibacterial wipes in the car), and just found out (via call from J) that apparently I dropped my phone but thankfully didn't run over it. The worst part of all? I crushed my itty, bitty, miniature Butterfinger bar I was looking forward to eating in the car.

I'm nothing if not graceful.

The Little Graduate

I think the diploma has made him a bit more pretentious and demanding! It will soon hang in the office with the others. We're looking forward to sending him to grad school next year to train for his Canine Good Citizen Award.

Christ: The True Meaning of Christmas

This time of year causes great controversy for Christmas vs. Holidays vs. Festivas vs. Hanukkah vs. Kwanzaa vs. Whateverelsemightbeoutthere.

I used to be a fan of "Happy Holidays" just becaused it covered the bases of everything from Thanksgiving through the Epiphany. However with the increased efforts to dance around the word "Christmas" I definately make a point of saying Merry Christmas.

It's easy to be frustrated over the controversy, but that is no way to spend this joyous season.

I received this email a few weeks ago and it really made sense to me. I hope you all enjoy and may the true meaning of Christmas be alive in your hearts.

Dear Children,

It has come to my attention that many of you are upset that folks are taking My name out of the season. Maybe you've forgotten that I wasn't actually born during this time of the year and that it was some of your predecessors who decided to celebrate My birthday on what was actually a time of pagan festival. Although I do appreciate being remembered anytime.

How I personally feel about this celebration can probably be most easily understood by those of you who have been blessed with children of your own. I don't care what you call the day. If you want to celebrate My birth, just GET ALONG AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Now, having said that let Me go on. If it bothers you that the town in which you live doesn't allow a scene depicting My birth, then just get rid of a couple of Santa's and snowmen and put in a small Nativity scene on your own front lawn. If all My followers did that there wouldn't be any need for such a scene on the town square because there would be many of them all around town.

Stop worrying about the fact that people are calling the tree a holiday tree, instead of a Christmas tree. It was I who made all trees. You can remember Me anytime you see any tree. Decorate a grape vine if you wish: I actually spoke of that one in a teaching, explaining who I am in relation to you and what each of our tasks were. If you have forgotten that one, look up John 15: 1 - 8.

If you want to give Me a present in remembrance of My birth here is my wish list. Choose something from it:
1. Instead of writing protest letters objecting to the way My birthday is being celebrated, write letters of love and hope to soldiers away from home. They are terribly afraid and lonely this time of year. I know, they tell Me all the time.
2. Visit someone in a nursing home. You don't have to know them personally. They just need to know that someone cares about them.
3. Instead of writing George complaining about the wording on the cards his staff sent out this year, why don't you write and tell him that you'll be praying for him and his family this year. Then follow up. It will be nice hearing from you again.
4. Instead of giving your children a lot of gifts you can't afford and they don't need, spend time with them. Tell them the story of My birth, and why I came to live with you down here. Hold them in your arms and remind them that I love them.
5. Pick someone that has hurt you in the past and forgive him or her.
6. Did you know that someone in your town will attempt to take their own life this season because they feel so alone and hopeless? Since you don't know who that person is, try giving everyone you meet a warm smile; it could make the difference.
7. Instead of nit picking about what the retailer in your town calls the holiday, be patient with the people who work there. Give them a warm smile and a kind word. Even if they aren't allowed to wish you a "Merry Christmas" that doesn't keep you from wishing them one. Then stop shopping there on Sunday. If the store didn't make so much money on that day they'd close and let their employees spend the day at home with their families.
8. If you really want to make a difference, support a missionary-- especially one who takes My love and Good News to those who have never heard My name.
9. Here's a good one. There are individuals and whole families in your town who not only will have no "Christmas" tree, but neither will they have any presents to give or receive. If you don't know them, buy some food and a few gifts and give them to the Salvation Army or some other charity which believes in Me and they will make the delivery for you.
10. Finally, if you want to make a statement about your belief in and loyalty to Me, then behave like a Christian. Don't do things in secret that you wouldn't do in My presence. Let people know by your actions that you are one of mine.

Don't forget; I am God and can take care of Myself. Just love Me and do what I have told you to do. I'll take care of all the rest. Check out the list above and get to work; time is short. I'll help you, but the ball is now in your court. And do have a most blessed Christmas with all those whom you love and remember: It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

In My Name, have a very Merry Christmas

The Golden Compass

I hope that you've all heard about the new movie, The Golden Compass. The creator, Philip Pullman is a self-proclaimed atheist and flat out says his writings are about "killing God." He has a blatant agenda and delivers the message to kids in a not-so-subtle way. In the article you'll even read that he has thirteen year old kids engage in a sex act during one of the movies because he thinks Christianity is oppressive to sexual needs/desires/etc. The overall trilogy is a mockery of C.S. Lewis' The Chronicles of Narnia and the object is to blaspheme God and Christianity.

This is the best, most explanatory, and detailed article I've found and I hope you all will read it.


If you have more information or other helpful sources or articles, please post them in the comments for everyone to see.

And then...

after all of this we little party animals did not get home until after three, though no fault of our own of course. I'm not sure how I managed, but I've decided that I may very well just give up sleep. It's overrated. I'll sleep when I die.

(The last time I saw 3am? Perhaps while staggering up Clinch with A hoping we remembered which frat house the car was parked at and wondering which delivery service would get us food the quickest or if we should walk through Krystal's. Not to be confused with this routine as they are entirely different!)

It appears I may be up to a pack a day

I have a cough.

A nasty, nasty, cough. No cold, not other symptoms, I feel fine, just a cough. j

I slept for about 2 hours on Friday night before waking up in a fit of horrible coughs. I coughed so hard I shot my mouth guard right out of my mouth. Gross, I know! J brought me more cough syrup but it was only the daytime kind. I continued to cough and toss and turn.

I was hot, I was cold, I coughed more. I tossed, I turned, I stuck my leg up perpendicular with a knee in J's side which he did not like and let me know by growling in his sleep. For the love of all that is good and cough medicine worthy why he couldn't balance himself to sleep on farthest most centimeter of the mattress for his loving wife who obviously needed prime real estate?

About 3am I thought about crawling into the bed (my oh-so-cozy little girl bed!) in my guest room so that I could lie sideways with limbs all spread out like a jack. However the bed was full of current projects for my shop and for Christmas and birthdays. No dice. The thought of giving it one heaping sweep to the floor did cross my mind.

I thought of going to J's guest room but that wouldn't be nearly as cozy and then I'd have to change the sheets to get it ready for guests again and well, I'm coughing and lazy.

I have a bladder the size of a mustard seed so I got up to tinkle at 4am and to throw back some more cough syrup. I decided to try and sleep on the sofa. Mackipoo was distraught by all late hours activity and wondered why I was bustling about before he had all his beauty sleep. He caught me in a moment of weakness as I lied on the sofa propped up on pillows with a cozy blankie and jumped up next to me and curled up on my tummy and went to sleep. I was too tired to care that there are no fur balls on my furniture/in my bed. I think I rested for a bit there before fits of coughing took over and Mack decided the rug was better.

More cough syrup, another trip to tinkle and back to bed at 6am hoping to fall asleep before it got light outside. Did I fall asleep? Of course I didn't. Good grief I have things to do, places to go, parties to attend, people to see, shopping to be had, and items to be finished and I didn't have time for this.

Finally at 7am I decided to make the most of my awake time and attempt to squeeze in a nap at some point. Finally by 9am I'd managed to make enough noise to rouse my husband so we began the day.

The nap didn't happen. I still coughed.

Please send wine. Or moonshine.

I'm dreaming of a White Christmas

Merry Elfin Christmas

Have a jolly holiday!

Love the M Elf Family.

(Please, do vote for the best dancer and then go Elf Yourself!)

The Rest of Today

Horrible! Absolutely horrible! I have shoeboxes larger than Samuel's tiny casket. I hate open casket thingys, but in this instance I had to look because he was so tiny you almost couldn't see him in there. That and T3 looked over so lovingly at him then up at me, "isn't he precious?" I burst into tears immediatly. Of course I also started crying as we drove into the parking lot of the funeral home. I'm an emotional wreck on my best days, much less days like this.

The graveside was horrible. I can't imagine how the parents did it. I think I'd be jumping in after my child. They have such amazing strength and are such an inspiration. God has given them such comfort and peace and His presence was felt as the preacher read a letter to the parents from Samuel's prespective.

And of course, leave it to me to class up anything. When I walked up to T3 I gave her a hug. She was sitting in a chair since she can barely move from the c-section. As I put my hands on her I realized I was grabbing her boob! Awesome! I just felt up the mama. Oh, but wait. I was also bent over making sure everyone in the chapel got to see my bum! I know, I'm the epitome of grace. It's ok, T3 got a nice laugh out of it so I'd call the full moon and feeling up a success.

Mrs. M--taking one for the team, one boob grabbing and bum showing at a time.

Today

Today J and I will drive to be with our friends during baby Samuel's funeral. It seems so wrong to say "baby" and "funeral" in the same sentence. I woke up with such a since of sadness and dread. I can't even imagine what the parents feel. They continue to amaze me with their strength and attitude. They know that Samuel was put here for a reason and that his live did and does have a purpose. In a recent email I received Mr. T3 quoted his wife as saying "I don't believe that God wanted to give up his son either, but He did."

Wow! Just wow!

I dressed very carefully this morning. I'm sure this is just me, as I have many quirks, but I'm always so afraid of standing out or being remembered for something I wore to a funeral. For example, I have a black sweater vest with a cream and lavender argyle print on the front that I wear over a striped button down. I was going to wear it with my black wool skirt and boots, but I get compliments every time I wear that shirt/sweater. I don't want to be wearing it in a few months and someone think "Oh that's what Mrs. M wore to the funeral." Instead I chose a little more ho-hum combo and even changed sweaters away from the one with lace. My first top choice had to be changed since it was in the laundry with salsa on the front. (Normally just being in the laundry wouldn't stop me, but the crusty salsa did!)

I realize most people probably don't notice or remember, but I have an extremely vivid long term memory and can give details of days and events that happened years ago. (On the flip side of that my short-term memory sucks and a short mental list of pick up dry cleaning, get milk, fold towels, and water plants gets completely forgotten. Well, until a few months when my long term memory kicks in!) I remember the very nice top I wore to my dad's funeral. I had to get rid of it because I simply couldn't wear it again. I tried on several occasions because by gosh that was a nice top! Maybe I should have saved it for occasions such as this. (Or maybe I should have gotten and el cheapo outfit somewhere that would be disposable as I'm sure I'd have gotten rid of anything that I had worn on that day.

On to a quick note that is much happier and lighter, you do recall the Christmas Card competition, yes? It's great to get an email like this one to save you from the oh-so-subtle asking.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaise!

Remember when I got a new job about three months ago? Well it sure kicks my bum at times. I mean coming in at 7am and leaving at 6pm and taking it home and ohmygoodness who was I doing this crazy stuff? I've had a baptism by fire you could say and nearly peed my pants all over when I got fancy schmancy business cards that said Mrs. M Marketing Executive. Executive? Please! Me? Whoa!

I've done a lot of awesome things here and even surprised myself a few times. On the flip side I've also dawdled in nose picking quite often and had a few screw-ups. I was hoping to work really hard all through December and the first of next year ask my boss for a meeting on my progress and just pretend that the craziness of the holidays pushed it back from three months til four.

Today when I met with him to sign off on a few documents and he asked me to shut the door. Oh dread! That's something you never want to hear. He started off with the "I don't think a three month evaluation is necessary" (great--I suck so bad I'm just getting a do better or hit the road!) "but I did put in for the raise I promsied you if everything went well and it was approved this morning and will be effective next pay period."

Do I even need to tell you that I had to pick myself up off the floor? I've not actaully been here three months just yet and ohmygoodness he likes me and I do a good job and they want to throw money at me so bring it on! I think this calls for a celebration! Hmmm, dinner out, a new bottle of wine, and 4ct t.w.diamond earrings! Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Raise! Raise! Raise! I gotta raise!

Now if you'll 'scuse me I need to go shake out my panties!

Getting Festive

The season has officially begun! My house is all decorated complete with four trees, 6 wreathes, a dash of poinsettias (please let them survive my black thumb through the month), three Nativity scenes, a scattering of snowmen and penguins, plenty of lights and beautiful ornaments and accessories that are hung on the trees and filling up every room, and peppermint tea on just ready to be sipped.

Did you get your Christmas cards out for the competition? Mine were all safely dropped in the mail on Saturday morning. Do you not know about the competition? Let me explain. The object of the game is to be the first Christmas card to arrive at a home not postmarked before December 1. All cards arriving before December 1 are too early and therefore disqualified. You're probably wondering how you know if you were the first to arrive. You ask. Example:

Mrs. Friend: Oh Mrs. M I received your Christmas card today and it was an absolute delight. You were dashing and my, my your husband is quite the handsome man. By the way--that's the cutest pooch I. have. ev-ah! seen.

Mrs. M: Oh darling you're too kind, by the way was I the first card to arrive at your lovely home not postmarked before Dec. 1? I was? Fabulous.

Check one for the M house! By the way, I nearly always win the competition. Perhaps because no one else (besides Mrs. KS but we're usually tied as we have different Christmas card lists although we do like to compare) is playing but that doesn't bother me. Oh, and if you think my game is silly, that doesn't bother me either. My husband tells me it's silly as well.

I love Christmas festivities. We have a few cocktail parties to attend as well as an ornament exchange, and a tea. I'm also debating a little Christmas soiree at none other than the M house to be held the weekend before Christmas. Our home is so cute and decorated and I'd love to share that with our friends. And while they're there share a little cheese and wine among other goodies. Who needs an invitation?

I've nearly all my Christmas shopping complete although I have quite a few gifts to finish up since I'm making them. I'll share the completed items. I have gifts to put in stockings but since my husband resembles a toddler during gift time, I'm not sure it's safe to fill them yet. I'm also cleverly orchestrating travel arrangements and a way to be in approximately 4,325 places from Christmas Eve morning until returning home Christmas night.

As if that isn't enough, I do believe their is also one helluva celebration to be had in Memphis for New Year's. J and I plan on a roadtrip with Mr. and Mrs. O to visit the S's and to also see our old friend from high school T.M. and her husband. There will be plenty of wine, beer, and jack to be had for the weekend as it's always a party to be had when we ladies are together. I can't think of a better way to send out 2007 and ring in 2008 than with my dearest friends.

What do you have planned this festive holiday season?

(Let's not mention that little game thing as I am still crying big orange tears!)

For Samuel

In leiu of my regularly scheduled post today, I have very sad news.

Please pray for our dear friends T3 and Mr. T3. T3 delivered a baby boy this morning, Samuel Thomas, who died shortly after. The parents were able to hold him for a few minutes but his heart rate was very low.

You may remember when T3 had SJ last December. I know that she has felt the stress of this pregnancy so please pray for them as they continue to raise her and hope for another healthy baby in their future. In addition to this. They had a couple of miscarriages before having SJ.

Rev. H and his family (T3's parents) have been so wonderful to me, and also to J since the day I brought him home. They've taken care of me since I was a child and even opened their house to let me live with them for a while. They've adopted me into their family and J as well. We can't imagine a holiday without them. Rev. H married J and I and T3 sang at our wedding (T1 and T2 sang at our wedding too).

I get so angry to hear this news. How is it crack addicts can have babies everyday? Teenage girls manage to get knocked-up all the time. Babies are found discarded in trash cans or abused and killed because they're not wanted. How is it this can happen yet two of the most wonderful parents you could ever find can't manage to have a healthy child that they want to love and raise?

That aside, my heart is breaking to hear this news. I can't imagine how they must be feeling. They've been so strong and prayerful through this pregnancy but that doesn't make the grieving any easier. I'm at such a loss of words (and actions for that matter) for my dear friends. What do you possibly do or say to someone who has just lost their baby?

Please keep them in your prayers.

Dishes (drum roll please....)

I'm certain you're all weary of hearing about my dilemma over dishes (as well as seeing my obsession), but stick with me; you'll be glad you did.

Are you ready? Really, really ready?

I GOT PRETTY NEW DISHES!!! (squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal!) If you don't believe I squealed like that just ask Mrs. S (she found the dishes) as soon as she regains her hearing.

Want to see them? Of course you do!

These are the Emma dishes from Pottery Barn, only not really. They are actually very similar dishes made just for the Pottery Barn Outlet. Let's call them Ella. (Emma plus Outlet equals Ella, don't you think?) But the best part about these dishes is that they are WHITE! A true white. (If you remember the issue with the Emma is that they were cream and I have white accessories, etc.) I also loved the scalloped edge on these dishes. So very elegant and chic.

I was so excited when Mrs. S called and said she found dishes she thought I'd like. She sent me a couple of pictures and I was sold. Buy them! Buy them all! She was able to purchase all but the dinner plates which would be available later in the week. Since dear Mrs. S works near the Pottery Barn Outlet she sent him over on his lunch to pick them up. Then, as luck would have it, Mrs. S was driving through town last night and was able to drop off the goods. Woot!

I was ecstatic when I learned that Mr. S was able to pick up the large plates to complete my collection.

Me: J! Mr. S went to the PB Outlet on lunch and got my dishes! (squeeeeal!)
J: Poor guy. I need to buy him some beer.
Me: He had to call Mrs. S and get his phone out and send a picture because he was confused but he got the dishes!
J: Lots and lots of beer. Probably Jack too.
Me: I'm so excited I'm going to make out with him.
J: And how do you think Mrs. S will feel about that.
Me: I'll make out with her too!
J: ???
Me: Honey for the love of dishes I'm an equal opportunity make-out partner!
J: At least you're good at what you do.

Want to hear about the total deal on these dishes? The Emma collection was going to be $590 but I had a 40% coupon to make them $350. It was also just for dishes, not all the cute little things I wanted to go with it.

The original price of Ella was $376. But they were discounted at 40%. In addition, Mrs. S was able to use my coupon. Are you with me? Sit down, because I got 40%, plus 40% off of my beautiful new dishes. The grand total for 12 dinner plates, 12 bowls, 12 dessert plates, and 12 mugs, plus 2 large serving bowls was only (only!!!) $140. I nearly tinkled my pants, but instead I cried real tears.

How precious will these be with my new Christmas teapot that I got for my birthday? Cute I tell you. I can't wait for Christmas Tea.

And for those of you wondering about my being an equal opportunity make-out partner, I even made out with my new oh-so-lovely dishes.

Mrs. S I'm forever indebted to you for looking out for me and finding and snagging these fabulous goods! Let me monogram something for you---bring me all your towels!

Mrs. S, my husband is going to buy you lots of beer in effort to curb the pain and suffering you endured!

Oh the PB Oulet--I would make out with you too but that would be rather difficult. Oh cest la vie--I'm up for the challenge!

The Christmas Letter

Does anyone else send out a Christmas Letter? You know, a letter in your Christmas Card telling what your family has done throughout the year and wishing the recipient a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year?

J and I send a Christmas Letter and I really enjoy it. I was debating doing a Christmas Letter this year for a variety of reasons, but good gosh I like it! I may not send the letter to everyone since I have friends and family I talk to on a very regular basis. However for those who we are unable to visit with or speak with often, I'm going to include it.

Mostly it seems that people with children send Christmas Letters, but I think young adults whether single or married should send them as well. I know J and I have had a big year--he started school, we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, we adopted Mack, I got a new job, we took a fun vacation, two of my closest friends got married, etc. I know several of my friends have had similar accomplishments and it's fun to hear about them.

I think sending a Christmas Letter is very fun and a personal touch, even if they are mass produced via being printed. I use cute paper and also include our family portrait Christmas Card. I think it's fun and festive and adds to the magic and excitement of Christmas.

Speaking of family portrait Christmas Cards, who does that? Oooooh those are my favorite! Do you send those? Do you send cards at all?

Who else enjoys Christmas Letters? Do you send them? Do you want to send them? Are you going to start sending them? Oh, and will I get one?

Decisions

I'm in a bit of a predicament. I have RSVP'd for J and I to attend a wedding this weekend. The wedding is for a friend, but not exactly a close friend. We were close in high school, drifted a bit, and reconnected through another friend.

She and her fiance did attend my wedding, but truthfully they weren't on the A list. I found out she was kind of expecting an invitation and since I could spare a few extra people, I sent her one. It's not that I didn't want her to come, but as I said we weren't super close. She is a lovely, lovely girl and we have a great time when we're together, but busy schedules and distance keep us from having much of a relationship.

And just to clear it up, she is having a desserts only reception. (Do you know where this is going yet?)

Um, Internet do you know that this Saturday the Tennessee Vols are playing in the SEC Championship in Georgia? Did you know that? Huh? Did you? I'm a loyal alumni of The University of Tennessee. My husband is a devout fan by association. I attended the SEC Championship the last time they went (in 2002). I know our dear friends Mr. and Mrs. O would like us to make it a roadtrip and we have friends in Atlanta who have welcomed us to stay.

So do I attend her wedding, her one day, the only day she'll ever get married (well, we hope). Again, only a desserts reception, not like we're cancelling on a sitdown dinner. Or do I do a little football and Trader Joe's? How can you go wrong with a weekend of SEC Championship and Two Buck Chuck?

Shamefully this is from the girl who is a bit anal rententive about RSVP's and the like. See, I'm not perfect darling readers. Just close, really, really close. (Kidding, don't roll your eyes at me.)

Blessed

I had a fabulous weekend and am very happy that leftovers should last us through this week and I'll not have to cook and clean. This is great because I have more than enough monogramming projects to keep me busy.

I had a fabulous birthday and was spoiled with all of the items on my wishlist (less the diamond earrings, as you can imagine) mostly from my darling husband (and the pooch of course). I'm blessed beyond measure to have wonderful a fabulous husband, a wonderful family, and the greatest of friends. There is nothing like feeling loved.

In addition, one of my sorority sisters had her baby girl on my birthday! How fun is that?

Oh, and UT is going to the SEC Championship--that is super exciting news for the football obsessed Southerners!

I have cash in hand for a new camera and I'm fairly certain I've decided on a Canon SD950 (for the fast shutter speed, 12.4 MPs, wide angle lens, and lithium battery). But ohmygoodness do you know how hard it is for me to make a decision? Especially an expensive decision? J has tried to order it three times and I can't seem to let him because I get all choked up about that kind of cash. Yes, I think it's worth it. But what if i drop it in the ocean and it's gone forever? Well, I guess I'm safe since I will not be at the ocean any time soon, but you get my point, right?

My photographer suggested the Canon SD800 as the best point and shoot camera so I was totally getting that one until I found the SD950 and thought I should just go for the gold since is it the SD800 and more. I should have never decided to do my own research and just ordered it to begin with. Any suggestions?

I hope you all had a fabulous and blessed weekend and are still waddling from all the turkey. Thanks so much for all the sweet friends who sent me birthday wishes, they were much appreciated.

Turkey? Yummmmm!

Here it is Wednesday already. My job has had me on location at one of our resorts for the past three days and I'm spent. The good news is I was out of the office. The bad news is I still have to do all of that work. But no one cares about work, right?

J and I had our last huh-rah of 2007 in Neyland Stadium on Saturday. It was a bit chilly, but we had a great time together. It was a rather interesting game. I say interesting because UT's MVP was the kicker for Vandy. Poor guy. I'm still in shock that Tennessee is one game away from going to the SEC Championship, what a crazy year it has been for the SEC. What? You don't care about football? Tsk! Tsk! In the words of the great Mrs. S, "There are some things of which you just don't mess with a Southern girl; Jesus, Jack, Football, Shopping, and Hair Dye." That's right, we Southern Belles love our Lord, our bourbon, our pigskin, our charge cards, and our peroxide, although I don't partake of the latter.

On Sunday J and I had an early Thanksgiving with some of my family. I learned my cousin can cook quite a bird and outght to invite us over more often. They don't live very far away but our busy schedules and their now-ten-month-old baby makes it hard to just get together on the fly.

The rest of this week is chocked full of festivities for me. Tonight will be a little pre-birthday wine and cheese celebration with some friends who are passing through town. Tomorrow will be a fabulous feast with the H's (Rev and his wife as you may remember). I'm making the green bean casserole, 2 pumpkin breads, 2 apple cinnamon coffee cakes, and a lemon poppyseed bundt cake. It will be the least of the items on the menu. Of course all of this will take place after the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, one of my favorite Thanksgiving Day traditions. In addition to Thanksgiving with the H's, this Saturday is Family Shopping Day.

J and I are attending Fantasy of Trees between now and Sunday. I've ordered our Christmas cards in hopes to get them out in time for the competition. (What? You didn't know about the competition? Well, I guess you won't be the winner then will you?) I'll put up decorations sometime this weekend, probably Sunday since it's my birthday and I love decorating for Christmas. Sunday will also be the day J cooks me a fabulous birthday dinner, just the two of us. Saturday night will be the birthday extravaganza at Green Hills Grille. Oh, and there will be shopping, plenty of shopping as I am The Bargainista!

I think that covers it. See y'all next week. Have a very blessed and Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you each have grateful hearts. Great. Full. Hearts!

Where they keep the babies?

J and I were visiting his grandmother's house a while ago and he and his dad wanted to go to the "old house" to look at a buffet his grandmother wanted him to have. I knew there was the current house, and across the street was the "little house" (a cute little cottage that his grandmother keeps all made up for guests and has allowed children/grandchildren to live in when necessary.) Apparently I had a lot to learn about the farm as there was also the new barn and the old barn.....

We go off-roading over the land with me and Mack hanging on for deal life. He stopped a few times for things he and his dad wanted to see. I was in a dress and sandals--not exactly attire for scouring the land. Finally we reach the "old house" which is a very (very!) old farmhouse his grandparents lived in and raised children in until the 70's. It's not been maintained but the buffet was inside as well as a couple other items (a mantle that J (and I) would greatly love). Apparently he couldn't get the buffet at the time because all sorts of critters and bugs live in there during the warmer weather (eek!).

There were a few other little buildings around the house and the inquistive little thing in me just had to ask. Keep in mind, I grew up on top of a mountain. We didn't have cows and farms and all that jazz.

Me: What's that? (pointing to a small building)
J: The spring house.
Me: What's that? (as if spring house cleared anything up for me.)
J Dad: It's built around the spring......
Me: Aha, that makes sense. (duh!) What's that? (pointing to another small building)
J: The crib.
Me: (thinking) The crib? (aghast and shocked): WHERE THEY KEEP THE BABIES?
J and J Dad: Roars of laughter.
J: No cupcake, where they kept the corn. You know, the corn crib.
Me: No obviously I didn't know and it's not that funny.
J and J Dad continues fits of laughter.
Me: Hey, "Corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top!" I'm a mountain girl. I had no idea.
J and J Dad continues fits of laughter.
Me: I'm not amused!

Further Proof/Incrimination

The jury is still out on The Great Dish Debacle although it appears that Buffalo China may be the front runner. However the issue has been pushed aside for time being as it's time to enjoy these:

My snowmen winter dishes! Yes, I'm dish whore and I'm not ashamed. I've collected these for a few years and I do believe I've neared completion. I chose the snowmen dishes rather than Christmas Trees, etc. because I can use them from November to Feburary as "winter" dishes. Besides, I actually do a lot of Christmas decorating in blue (odd I know and I'm not Jewish, well obviously since I just talked about celebrating Christmas). So here they are, the winter dishes. I love the mix and match of the plaid, snowflakes, and snowmen. There are four different snowmen designs too, isn't that fun? And also mugs with the snowmen (not pictured).

So I'm officially inviting you (the whole Internet) over for a Christmas Cocktail soiree. Between the Christmas dishes and the china, I believe we have ourselves a party!

Add Actor to his Resume

My pweshus weshus poochie woochie is a star! He was featured on a news video at his Pooch Prep Academy last night. He's the pooch the call "sheepish." Actually he's only "sheepish" around those other dogs because he thinks he's human and simply doesn't care for canines. We may have more work to do at Pooch Prep, yes?

Sadly, there was a young lady (21 years old) who was recently killed by pit bulls and it has raised quite the commotion (as it should) here in My Town. The local NBC affiliate filmed some footage and interviewed his instructor as part of this story.

Also, that is my handsome husband's feet you see there in the video (head to The Bargainista this week where I've talked about his vest). I was off (enjoying wine and cheese) at a Junior League meeting last night so don't be squinting for cute pink shoes, I'm not there.

Also--be a responsible pet owner and get basic obedience and manners for your pooch. Even sweet pups can react hostile in situations. It's important that as a pet owner you learn how to interact and react to your animal(s). For example most people don't know that you should not punish a dog for growling. Growling is a warning and punishing the dog means he will not give a warning before reacting (biting?) in the future. Well, that's my PSA for the day: be a responsible pet owner and invest in manners and obedience for you animal(s).

Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to field requests for Pooch to be the next Benji. Oh the life of a human of a star!

(Also, if anyone knows how to capture the video to place in the blog screen, let me know. I think it's protected though.)

Sinful and Delightful

I made the best desssert for our guests this weekend. It can only be described as sinful and delightful all at the same time.

The PB Brownie Volcano was a big hit. And it included two of my favorite food groups: peanut butter and brownies. I have a special dome pan that leaves a hollow center for stuffing. The dome and base was regular old brownies and the center loaded with a peanut butter mixture much like a Reese's Cup or pinwheel candy. Then, oh then, there was chocolate icing over the entire thing. In the words of the fabulous Rachel Ray--"YUM-O!"

I'm not one of those wimpy people who think anything can be too sweet, too rich, or too much. That simply doesn't exist to me. However, this delighfully sinful dessert may do that for the commoners who don't view brownies and peanut butter as their own seperate food groups.

Even without this special pan, I think you could make this delightful dessert by creating it layered-cake style.

What you need:
2 boxes of brownies (I used decadent chocoate Duncan Hines I think)
Ingredients for preparing brownies
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup powdered sugar
1 block cream cheese softened
1 can chocolate frosting

Prepare brownies as directed and bake in two matching pans (9x13, 9x9, etc) or bake half at a time.
Mix peanut butter, cream cheese, and powdered sugar.
Smooth peanut butter mixture over one pan layer of brownies and top with layer two.
Add chocolate frosting.
Wipe chocolate frosting from mouth (you know you're eating some).
Sprinkle flower on face.
Smear something or another on apron.
Pretend you've slaved in the kitchen making this delightful and sinful concoction from scratch.
Eat every last bite with a gallon of milk (I recommend skim as it will counteract the very few extra calories the dessert may have)
Graciously take all compliments and claim the recipe is a Mrs. M secret so no one knows how incredibly easy this really was.

Starstruck!

Oh dear Internet, remember how I told you about the exciting weekend I had planned with my dearest friend and her family? It was fabulous, really it was. But I happened to leave out an important detail about my Sunday once they'd left.

Remember how I told you all about my obsession with multiples and that I was in love with Jon and Kate? Well, hubs and I MET JON AND KATE THIS WEEKEND! OHMYGOSH I MET JON AND KATE!

They're my new best friends. Yesiree they are! Totally our new best friends. We may even have Thanksgiving dinner with them because THEY ARE OUR NEW! BEST! FRIENDS!*

It all started when I found out that Jon and Kate would be speaking at a church in My Town. I reserved a spot for hubs and I and tinkled my pants a bit in the process. Yesterday we arrive a good 30 minutes early to said church and well whaddaya know we were practically the first people in the door and by far the earliest we've ever been to church (and it was 30 minutes away as opposed to out normal 5 minute commute to church). I marched to the front (three rows back) so I could get a good spot to see our now best friends.

Hubs: Is this close enough or would you like to sit on
stage?
Me: Oh this should do, the stage is for Jon and
Kate silly! Besides, the front row would make me crane my neck.

We're sitting there for a bit checking out the visitor infoand bulletin and OH!
MY! GOODNESS! In walk Jon and Kate. IN WALK JON AND KATE! Hubs lovingly grabbed
my hand, most likely because he did not want me to jump up and pelt them with
hugs, kisses, and offers of monogrammed towels.

So I sat there. And started. My eyes were big, my shoulders slinky, tounge wagging out of mouth with buckets of drool. I crossed my legs real tight because how embarassing would it be to tinkle in front of Jon and Kate? They were the cutest things ever too. (By the way Brittny, Kate's profile so looks like you!) I think I need to find out where she got those cute shoes and perhaps get J and sweater like Jon's.

Me: Hey maybe we should go sit over there.
Hubs: No cupcake, I think we're fine.
Me: But J we can just give them a sweet Southern Hello! and sniff
out what kind of perfume/cologne they wear, and we can share lip gloss and also I'll offer her a starter to my Amish Friendship Bread.
Hubs: Cupcake, they're from Pennsylvania, I'm certain they see plenty of
Amish, probably know some. And I'm sure she'd love a yeasty, fermentanted, white
liquid from a stranger.
Me: Well, I need to get the kids favorite colors so I can send them all
monogrammed lunch boxes!
Hubs: Yes Cupcake, go right ahead. Jon will talk into his watch and
security will come out and take you away.
Me: Oh, you really think so?

Church finally started and as the singing began I was thinking I'm totally singing in chruch with Jon and Kate. It took every ounce of discipline in me to focus on the actual praise and worship. But ohmygoodness I totally spent my Sunday morning doing praise and woship at church with Jon and Kate.

Soon it was time for Jon and Kate to speak and I got all googly-eyed, my jaw hit the ground, and I was mesmerized-hanging on there every word. I totally big, puffy, pink polka-dot, HEART Jon and Kate. They were amazing. Creative editing and ratings don't show much of their spiritual life but I loved hearing them talk about lessons they'd learned through their journey and how the had learned to rely on God, not plan the future, and trust in the Lord. It was very inspirational, and mostly because they were so real! They were very down-to-earth and imperfect and everyday people which made me LOVE THEM EVEN MORE! Short version: it was amazing!

After chruch there was a reception of which I just had to attend because whaddaya know I had my camera in my Gucci bag (yes, I took my Gucci bag. I was sure Kate would want to hear about the bargain it was!)

Hubs: I don't think you should ask them for a picture.
Me: What? Why not? Should we ever see these people again
no one will ever remember us.
Hubs: I'm 6'3" and bald--no one forgets me.
Me: (blank stares as if he thought that would really
change my mind)

Poor Jon and Kate barely made it through the door and they only had about 10 minutes before being wisked away to the airport.

But we totally met them. Yes we did! Jon walked over and stuck out his hand and said "Hi, I'm Jon."

"I KNOW! I'm Mrs. M and I love you and I watch your show religiously and even the reruns because you totally never get old to me and I was a nanny for five years and the kids loved me and the parents loved me and everyone loves me and we would totally move to Pennsylvania and all and by the way my husband is so handy and crafty and would love to do all the hanging of shelves in the garage and building carnival stands for the birthday party and guess what Jon we love japanese restaurants and wine too and had a blast in the Florida Keys and oh that song this morning that you enjoyed is so one of our favorites and also I have a snowman notepad just like one that I saw in one of your episodes and you two are just fabulous--watching your show is like looking in a mirror!!"

Ok, I didn't really say that because I have a small bit of dignity and instead just introduced myself and told them I enjoyed hearing them this morning and Hubs and Kate had a little conversation and howaboutthat we're now BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!

Then I totally asked for a picture. I could envision how lovely it would be on a Christmas card. "Merry Christmas! With Love, Jon & Kate and Mr. & Mrs. M (BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!)

Only something tragic happened. (Insert sob story here). My (gasp!) camera (sigh!) would (cry!) not (wail!) work (sob, heaving sobs!). Are you believing this? My on-the-fritz camera picked a fine time to go cahput! I totally missed my photo-op with Jon and Kate. Tragic! (In leui of flowers, send new camera!)

I did have a spontaneous thought of doing a U-turn and heading out to the airport, you know, just because I'd not been since August and should totally check things out. But I feared a headline this morning would read something along the lines of "Mrs. M sprints down runway in tall black boots with pink camera phone and firmly grasps wings of plane yelling for Jon and Kate. (claims she has Amish Friendship Bread starter for new best friend)" That would not be good.

This means one, and only one thing. When I have a new loving camera in my hand we have take a roadtrip! Of course that's what it means. They're going to be in South Carolina in April and just so happens we've not been to Charleston since my darling hubby asked me to be his wife on a romanitc getaway and well our anniversary is in April so what a fine time to head back. And well, while were there we'll swing by their latest speaking engagement.

HI JON AND KATE! REMEMBER US? YOUR BFF's FROM TN! LOOK! I GOT A NEW CAMERA! SAY CHEESE!

So yes, I was a bit starstruck because I just love Jon and Kate. But it's all cool now because we're best friends so it's not being starstruck anymore.

Meeting them made my day. Only George and Laura Bush, Dog the Bounty Hunter, and maybe Joey McIntyre (what? I never got to see a New Kids concert as a child!) could hold a candle to meeting Jon and Kate. Also, please don't beg me to introduce you because as their new best friends we totally respect their privacy and simply can't do that. However, they may not know we're showing up for Thanksgiving dinner but they most likely welcome us with open arms when we knock on the door with a have a big, crisp, golden, stuffed bird in our hands. Right? I mean probably not.

By the way, I'm thinking Hubs and I should totally start having kids because we're way behind schedule to be on par with our new best friends Jon and Kate. Maybe I should adopt a three by thirty motto!

*My condolences to previous best friends: Mrs. S, Mrs. C, Mrs. G, and Mrs. A, but certainly you understand!

B&B is full this weekend

There are fresh linens on the beds, towels rolled neatly in a basket, new toiletries in the bath, soup simmering in the crock pot, and a fresh-baked brownie cake dessert. Do you know what that means? We are having weekend guests at the M Bed & Breakfast!

Mrs. A (Bex), her husband, and the utterly adorable Pie are coming to spend the weekend with us. As I've told you, Bex and I have been peas and carrots since the days of big bangs and Paula Abdul lace trim leggings! I'm also super excited to see her baby belly as she's six months pregnant with little Tart.

I'm so excited to see them all. On the agenda: soup, dessert, and hot cocoa and tea for their arrival on Friday night. Saturday morning will be a juant at the park for some pictures and playtime followed by a trip to The Southern Market and a few other little shops that Bex enjoys when she visits. After Pie's nap it will be a late lunch at the DTGB, shopping at the Mast General Store, and going up in the Sunsphere. Afterward we're sending the A family off to enjoy a concert by the Wiggles and J and I will induldge in a little UT Football. Saturday night we'll have home-made veggie lasagna with tasty croissants followed by building a fire on the patio and making s'mores.


I'm so excited! I can't wait to see my darling best friend and her family, it makes my heart so happy!

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend.

Pertinent Information

J and I both have four letters in our name. Three are the same letters. Our names are totally different and sound nothing alike. I knew you would want to know this.

Also, I think the pooch is a bit pretentious since going to his fancy pants school.

And also again, where was the love here? I want to know whats on your wish list in case I want one too!

First Day of School

Today is Mack's first day of school. For the next 8 weeks he'll be attending Pooch Prep School, hopefully learning some manners, obedience, and to not snack on children. He got a haircut over the weekend (didn't want the other pups to make fun of him!) and a new backpack, excuse me, that's mackpack! Cute, yes?

He insisted on the lovely L.L.Bean monogrammed backpack (monogrammed by yours truly) as his parents have L.L.Bean monogrammed luggage and he didn't want to be left out. It's perfect for all of his goods (leash, harness, treats, bowls, toy, etc.) no matter where we go. And it looks cute on him too!

Now let's all cross our fingers that my pooch doesn't get suspended--he's an ornery one.

Back me up on this one

As most of you know my husband is in school. He's working on his MBA and will be finished December 2008. Seems so far away, but he's halfway there and I'm very proud of him.

He is also a card-carrying member of the procrastinator's club. He often studies amidst as many distractions as possible at any given time. (He's also quite the comedian if you were unaware.)

Would you generous readers be so kind as to leave some comments for my darling husband stating any/all variations of the following:

• Turning off the television will greatly improve study methods as to read, comprehend, and understand.
• Closing windows of Ebay, etc. will most definitely do the same.
• Avoiding procrastination and studying will allow you more time to spend with your (lovely, beautiful, charming, always right) wife.
• As an added bonus you will have time to exercise and play with the nutbags pooch.
• As a super-duper added bonus you will have time to tend to the ever-growing honey-do list (contain the excitement there.)

Of course leave these comments/thoughts/suggestions because it's the truth, and not just because I'm right. Besides, if you read it on the Internet, it must be true.

A series of hot dates

Friday night: pizza, beer, and wine followed by bathing and grooming the dog.

Saturday night we redeemed ourselves with dinner out at Peerless.

Sunday night: cheese fries with (what else?) beer and wine.

What can I say? We're easy to please!

And you hot date this weekend was.....?

Terrier, defined.

Terror was already taken.

(This is why all of his toys come from the 19 cent bin at the thrift shop.)

Wish List

The holiday season has officially begun. I love the month of November because it's Thanksgiving and my birthday! Yes, my birthday is a mere 24 days away (November 25 for those of you with your calendars out. Email me if you need my address to send my goodies.)

Of course when I was a wee little La La I thought Thanksgiving was all because of me. You see, I was born on Thanksgiving Day and my (wonderful, fabulous, darling) Pappy told me that's how it all got started. Kindergarten was a bit of a disappointment to me as I learned about all of the
Pilgrim and Indian stuff. If my (nearly (gasp, choke, gasp) 26-year-old) memory serves me, I do believe I tried to help the teacher with that lesson because she had it all wrong.

So November starts the gifting season. I love gifts--getting and receiving. It does, however, disturb me that the season has became so much about gifts. I have a huge soapbox that I could jump up on about that, but we'll save it for another day. In short, I enjoy the tradition of giving gifts and of course, enjoy receiving them as well. However when it becomes about the gift, the money, and the obligation of whom to buy for, it disgusts me. Ok, moving on.

I have a great deal of my Christmas shopping done, but still things left to buy. I like to buy a few things during the festive season, but mostly stock up beforehand. J asked me for a wish list which includes both birthday and Christmas. Here's my wish list, what's on yours?

• A new digital camera (mine is on the fritz, and yes I realize this is a bit of a big ticket item, however it is my Birthday and Christmas, and the grandparents live 300 and 700 miles away so they send checks--cha-ching!)
• Silver monogrammed wine stopper
• Acrylic monogrammed pitcher and tray
• Liz Claiborne wallet
• Address stamper (fine! It's monogrammed too!)
• Handheld vacuum (I know--so old lady!)
• Books: My So-Called Normal Life (Erin Zammett Ruddy) and Fourth Comings (Megan McCafferty)
• Full length mirror for the closet
• Silver tongs for serving
• 4ct t.w. diamond princess cut earrings to match my engagement ring. (Such a wish, but I always throw it out there just in case the money fairy plants a tree in our back yard).