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

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.

Love,

A Wild Little Plum

Happy Mothers Day!

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



Happy Mothers Day!

sweetness

A day at the Lake

Friends enjoying snacks.



good times.



going bad.



bad.



What's a little shoving between friends? It's nothing candy can't cure.



This is just for Nic's daddy. He makes fun of me for being dressed like a dandy for church. Really, Ryan? Glass houses...



Love, The Plum

My Love

some bunny

I'm surrounded by idiots.



I woke up Sunday morning to a basket full of goodies. Seems harmless enough, but where did it come from?



It seems that some "Easter Bunny" came into our home in the middle of the night and left this basket. He to come through our front door because Izzy and Addy did not see him. All these two did was snap pictures of me.



Then we get to my Non's and Paw's and there are two more baskets-one that Travis gave to me from the Easter Bunny and that Non gave me from the Bunny. When my Aunt M came, she also brought a basket from this Bunny. So he has broken and entered in Vicksburg, Utica and Brandon. No one but me seems concerned about why this cracked out rabbit is leaving me happies. He is lulling them into a false sense of security!

What is a Plum to do?