Tuesday, May 31, 2011


Well, Morning Guy is sick again. The Cuddler in her infinite grace slipped on the wet sidewalk at daycare and fell on her foot and this is what it looked like when it was all cleaned up. At least she has a great pedicure.

Here is what it looked like when she finally made it to her office before she cleaned it up.

The Cuddler is not a giddy person, but she is not a pessimist either. She is realist that tries hard to find God's hand in and be grateful for all things. However, the last two and a half weeks are starting to wear her down. My mamaw has broken her hip, had surgery and is in rehab. HUGE downer for the Cuddler.

The Cuddler went back to my Mamaw's house and neighborhood this weekend and it made her cry. I mean what did she think was going to happen? The trees in the park were miraculously going to stand tall and Mamaw's house was going to flip back over? Did she think that she might recognize the neighborhood if she went back once the trees were cleared? Well, she was wrong if that is what she thought.

Then there has been the croup, the emergency room, the stomach virus, mine and Morning Guy's double take on the stomach virus and one more dose of vomiting from Morning Guy. After her fall this morning, she was defeated. Luckily, no one saw her fall so she was able to crawl to her car with a little dignity left.

She confided in her dear friend, Ginny. The Cuddler has come to value Ginny's friendship for many reasons over the last year and half, not the least of which is her frankness and sense of humor. Ginny shared some of her mother's advice: "Not being happy is not an option." Ginny's mom ingrained this in Ginny as a reminder that, for the most part, she had control over her emotional state as well as her circumstances so she needed to choose "happy".

But as Ginny pointed out there is nothing "happy" about a long string of illness and bad luck and there is nothing the Cuddler can do to control it. So, Ginny went with plan B. "At least you didn't marry a Baptist - then you wouldn't even be able to drink when things got crappy!"

Ah, friends. Even better, friends with alcohol.

Love a Plum who loves his Papaw:

and his dog:

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Armstrongs-0, SV-3

Morning Guy and I went down with the stomach virus Saturday night. The Cuddler's Pilot was a also a casualty as we both got sick driving home from my Non and PawPaw's on the side of Hwy 27. We have spent today recuperating. The Cuddler has spent the day cleaning and sanitizing.

On her list of things to do before another round with the stomach virus:
1. buy more towels
2. buy a better washer and dryer

Morning Guy says that our mascot for this misadventure would be the Yak!

Love, an energetic and hungry Plum who is being held back and starved by the Cuddler

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

In the news this week...

Bad news, I have croup and had to go the emergency room Sunday night.
Good news, I got an epinephrine breathing treatment and decahedron shot to help open my airway and I am feeling much better.

Bad news, the Cuddler got the stomach virus Monday night.
Good news, she slept 13 hours Tuesday night and is feeling better.

Bad news, my Mamaw fell and broke her hip last week.
Good news, we finally caught her cat, Willie, who has been living in the air conditioning unit since the tornado hit their house April 15.

Bad news, the Cuddler snapped her left index finger in a mouse trap, twice. It is black now.
Worst news, we have mice!

Bad news, I fell in the parking lot of the hospital and am banged up.
Good news, I have been telling everyone that Morning Guy pushed me down, and I get lots of sympathy.

BEST NEWS: Kirill is going home with his family!!! Is there any sweeter news than that of a child who is united with his family?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Visiting my Uncle Chris

I love BIG TRUCKS. I love to drive BIG TRUCKS even more!

Love, the Plum

Friday, May 13, 2011

Expectation management

Expectation management is important. That is why I have chosen to clearly lay out what "Sugar Plum" is and what it is not. I do not want you to be disappointed when you come here. If you are, then you should stop coming. I mean, I don't get paid for this so there will be no hard feelings.

I have heard a lot lately about blogs putting on airs and not "being real." Allow me to clearly delineate the purpose of SP. SP is for fun. SP is not about me whining about my job [weight, housework, decrepit dog, bad self-tan or stickers in my grass], putting down my husband or airing any of my other dirty laundry in public. I only confide in God, JR, my mama, and my closest girlfriends. If you want to know the nitty-gritty dirty details of my life, edge one of those on the above mentioned list out. Good luck, God, husband and mama are not going to give up easily.

I will, however, tell self-depreciating stories about my tribulations and failures as a mother, and I hope they are taken in the respectful [to the Plum] and grateful [to God] way that they are intended.

Love, the Cuddler

Monday, May 9, 2011

I'm a Rock Star

This is what I was wearing before the Cuddler put me to bed. I was trying to break out through my window.

When the Cuddler came to give me my breathing treatment, I was in this partial state of undress.

Why you ask? Because I'm a rock star, baby, and that's how we roll.


A Wild Little Plum

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Happy Mothers Day!

The Cuddler and I made cards for my Nonnie and Mamaw. Here is what it looked like...

Happy Mothers Day!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011