Monday, June 6, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
random.
When the Cuddler got our camera out, she found this picture that I took of myself.
And there was this picture of my Pawpaw wearing a big hat during the demolition of Mamaw's house on Thursday.
Just some random pictures for your weekend.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
a four letter word...
I have a new favorite word.
A four letter word.
The Cuddler and Morning Guy do not know where I heard this word.
They do not like it when I use this word.
m.i.n.e.
A four letter word.
The Cuddler and Morning Guy do not know where I heard this word.
They do not like it when I use this word.
m.i.n.e.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
seriously?
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:
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
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?
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
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