This is my future

 Meet Wade. My future Husband.

Wedding Planning

My first wedding, I did very little planning. My parents took care of everything. I kinda just had to show up. Well, this time, my fiance and I are taking care of it. So, i'm just gonna throw some ideas out there and see what ya'll think. BTW, my dress is white and my MOH dress is black. Was thinking of a multi colored reception with bright colors. Something fun. Anyway, here are some things I found online.



I like this one, just not as much as the one below. The leaves can be done in black, but not sure it is YELLOW enough?????




I think this one might be my favorite that i've found. I love how YELLOW this is. (and for those that know me, and know I want to paint my front door and shutters yellow, you will understand how much I LOVE YELLOW)



I love these cakes, the calligraphy on them is amazing, just not sure it would go with the "fun, party" theme I am thinking I want to create.

Our New Life

Where have I been. Well, to sum it all up, busy. Raising 4 little monkeys on my own was not what I had expected to happen, but, what can you do? Life gave me lemons, so I made  lemonade. Their father and I finalized our divorce a little over a year ago. Getting the kids into a routine that works for all 5 of us, and then their dad and his schedule has been a little challenging and not always enjoyable, but I think we have worked it out I am handling all the little issues that come up daily very well. The kids are thriving in school and all their extras. I substitute at the school as much as possible and volunteer the rest of my time with the PTO. The kids and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the fact that I am able to be at the school as much as I am. Now that I "think" I have a pretty good schedule going on, I am hoping that I can start blogging more and more about our lives. And....I am about to start sewing and embroidering again, so that will be loads of fun for me, and at the same time, I am teaching monkey #2 to sew. She is so excited about that.

Living on a Farm

Just so we're clear, I do not live on a farm. Nor do I own a dog or cat. However, this morning I find myself cleaning trash out of my yard, yes again. This is becoming a daily occurance. Apparently my trash is better than the neighbors? So, while I am cleaning up my trash I hear the cows moo. Not uncommon since the field beside me is a cow pasture. What I see when I look up is two huge eyes glaring at me from my patio. I'm going to call the cow Bubba, don't know why, he just looks like a Bubba. So anyway, Bubba and I have a little stare down and even tho I am a bit frightened, I refuse to give up any more of my yard to animals that I don't own. After a while of me standing there, hands on hips, staring the enormous cow down, Rusty and Roscoe come to my rescue and chase the cow out of my yard and back into his own field. Rusty and Roscoe are the dogs that seem to think my trash is top shelf. Rusty and Roscoe are my heroes and are welcome to my trash now.

My Grandfather, 80 Years Young

This is Leroy. Leroy is my grandfather. He is an amazing person in every sense of the way.

We celebrated my grandfather's 80th birthday last Sunday, May 23. He was a Command Seargent Major in the US Army, worked for the State of Alabama, he is a devoted husband, a father to 6, a grandfather to 9, and a great grandfather to 10.

 

 

He is also an amazing volunteer. He is active in the Shriner's and Mason's to name a few.

He loves spending time with his family and telling stories of the "good ol days."

He has traveled the world and been in several wars. Even recieving the Purple Heart.

Of all the things my grandfather has done,

and all the things my grandfather is,

The most important role he has played is My Hero. I hope to be just like him when I grow up.

Little Layla Grace

For those that don't know, this is Layla Grace

She is this amazing 2 year old fighting with stage 4 neuroblastoma.

She is a true fighter. If you ever needed any inspiration in how to stay strong, just look at her parents and family. You can follow her blog HERE.

She has touched so many lives through her blog, facebook page, and twitter. I am in awe at how many followers she has and at how many prayers she is recieving daily.

If you would like to help donate to her medical bills you can head on over to her blog, or check out Project Mommyhood. They are currently holding a benifit auction to help Layla and her family. The auction will end tonight (March 6) at Midnight.

Remember...

Knowledge+Funding= Cure

It's Hard Being Such A Good Mother

I am at McDonalds today with my 3 year old. We both felt like we needed a little reward for having 3 snow days and having to share our days with the older kids. So off we go. Now, with my older 3 kids I would have never dreamed of sitting in playland while eating, but this one is such a great little eater that I figured it would be okay. We are sitting there eating while all the other little heathens kids are running around being chased by their mothers and being begged to sit back down and eat.


(Insert feeling of being a superior mom here)

I just politely smile and nod my head like I know how they feel and they in turn give me the look “don’t look at me like that because your kids is sitting still and eating”. We have all been there and KNOW what look I am talking about.

So, our McDonalds has 2 really cool computer games that are touch screen. These are obviously to be used by the older kids who feel it is too cool to play in the tubes, but in the middle of the school day, you now have toddlers fighting over the computers. The BEST part is the mothers that are “bragging” about how much computer time they DON’T let their kids have (oh, and there is this retired dad sitting there and he said (I PROMISE this is exactly what he said) “Oh, I let mine play whatever he wants. He has a gameboy, PS2, and his own computer. I leave the educational crap up to my wife.” (His child was maybe 4) The other mom’s just ignored him after that.

Ok, so picture this. Child A runs and gets on the computer, followed by Child B. Childs A’s mother helps him into the seat while Child B’s mother sits there and talks about how the only computer game her son is allowed to play is Dora. Not to be outdone, Child A’s mother now decides that she has a “no computer unless it is educational” rule and removes Child A from said computer. Child A starts screaming. And I’m not talking a little whine. No! This was a throw yourself down on the floor and scream at the top of his lungs scream. THEN (oh, it gets better) Child A’s mother takes Child A in a football hold and proceeds to inform the manager that “the computers were the worst idea they had and that she was going to have to leave because her child would not stop ‘fussing’ over them.” She comes back into playland where my child is just happily going down the slides, oblivious to the fact that there are computers, and sits her child down and tells Child A “We have to leave since you won’t stop screaming over the computers. You know you are not allowed to play”. Wait a minute here. Child A was on the computers earlier with your help!!!

(Insert another feeling of superior mom here because mine has yet to see said computers and I now get to give them the “oh, I’m sorry for you” look)

Uh, oh. I gave the look and now my son sees the computers. He sits down at the empty chair and starts to touch the screen. He really does not know what he is doing because I believe my computer cost to much and has all my work and school stuff on it so mine has honesty never been allowed to touch mine. Not because of educational reasons, just because I am selfish and don’t want my stuff broke. He is in heaven playing when all of a sudden, Child B shows back up and starts playing. NOW Child B’s mom decides that he can’t play so she removes him also. So, I have my child at the computer and 2 SCREAMING BANSHEES running around because their mom’s are trying to out do each other. At this point mine comes back over to me and tells me (very loudly) “Let’s go! Baby’s won’t stop screaming”.



(Insert superior look again.)