KBD Gets Published!

Yay for my friend KB Dallas! Operation Nice has published a personal experience that KBD wrote and submitted.

How NICE! (click "NICE" for KBD's story.)

~J

S'mores

My Eldest asked last night if our family could have s'mores for dessert tonight.

Today, My Eldest and my mother-in-law went to the grocery store to purchase the ingredients to make s'mores.

According to My Little One, who was busting at the seams through supper tonight, one drop of water is an ingredient when making s'mores.

Anyway... This is what s'mores looks like in my household:

She even drew a face with the melted chocolate. Notice how pleased she is with herself. Also notice the 'drawings' up and down her hands and arms. I hope this artistic streak produces much fruit when she's an adult.

Whoosh!

Crack-Fil-A

I'm freakin' addicted to those damned things!! I really need to break the addiction. I need to surrender the power they have over me to something greather than myself.

It doesn't help that on the way to work daily, I drive past TWO of them!

Those delicious chicken minis have melodic, hypnotizing voices that beckon me. I am allured by their sweetness, the warmth and the comfort they provide.

Seriously. I buy chicken minis at least twice a week. And I order a medium sweet tea. Trying to eat gluten free does not agree with my addiction to these pillow pieces of Heaven.

Make them go away!!

Maybe by writing publicly about my penchant for the greatness of Chick-Fil-A and chicken mini's, their power over me will be diminished and I can draw on the strength of a good, healthy breakfast that is equally satisfying.

Maybe if I start saying in my mind, "chicken minis are made of poop", I'll gross out enough to avoid them all together.

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

Chicken minis are made of poop

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Strep, Anyone?

Even though My Eldest has just had her tonsils & adenoids removed, it looks like we're going to have strep around this house for quite a while. Thanks to our cousin, My Eldest has been given strep -- through the mail!


This is a picture of My Eldest and her strep....


Clever, huh? You can get your own Giant Microbe here.

And thanks KM for the CUTE recovery gift! What a great idea!! xo

Another Sleeping Escapade

She brings us so much humor, even while she's sleeping.

Bye Bye Strep!

This is a picture of My Eldest's mouth. It's filled with the bacteria most commonly known as 'strep'. See that pasty white tongue? Yeah -- it smells like ass when she has strep. It's gross to see it all white like that. And swollen.

On Friday, she's going in for surgery; a surgery that, God willing, will terminate her bout with chronic strep. Please pray for her, us and all the medical staff involved. Although Tonisllectomy and Adenoidectomy are both fairly common procedures, I'd like to buy the insurance, please (prayer).

I'll keep you updated accordingly. In the meantime, let's all partake of some Xanax, shall we?

Sleeping Beauty or Cinderella?

I say both.

:)

Sentimental Mental-ness

I can hear her back there pretending. She supposed to be sleeping.

A few moments ago, I walked past her bedroom and she was sitting at the edge of her bed. There, in the closet-light-is-still-on darkness, sat a vivid, curly-headed blonde three year old dressed in sleevless panda stamped jammies, wearing a black, tassel adorned, velvet beret that she obviously fetched out of the dress-up clothes basket in the closet. She sat there, looking a little sad, maybe even lonely, in that black hat. Her sister is already fast asleep, nestled in a cloud-like feather comforter. I wondered in that flash of a second what My Little One could possibly be thinking as she pondered on the edge of the bed.

Tonight, when I arrived home from work, My Little One was adorned in princess-wear. She had a golden tiara, pink laced and bejeweled. She floated around the house in her satin white dress that My Eldest wore as a flower girl in a wedding five years ago. Tiny pink ballet slippers covered My Little One's feet. Sitting upon her nose were the hugest, sparkliest, pinkest, cat eye shaped sunglasses. "We have a play for you, Mommy! Come sit down!" She pulled at my hand after I set down the bag of groceries, my purse and my canvas bag.

My Eldest was dressed like a pirate. She had tied a zebra print bandana 'round her head and wore a typical skull and crossbones pirate's hat.

The imganitions of these two are nothing short of amazing. My family was all royally entertained in a span of three minutes witnessing a full story of a princess wanting to see life outside the castle, sailing the oceans blue, conquering a sea monster and returning home safely. The pirate turned out to be a narrator, and when needed, a devoted princess protector.

Tonight was one of those especially golden moments when I was both so happy and ever sad. These days are numbered and I don't get nearly enough of them. Yet, the ones I *do* get, I treasure! Plus, it's SO RARE to see them GET ALONG together! It made me go back and look at old pictures of my kids. You know what THAT means.... *whisper* tears. Yeah. They came and came and are still coming.

I don't know why God picked ME to be the woman to receive these two exquiste, smart and bubbly children, but I could not be more humbled and thankful....

Weekly Word of the Weak: Perspicacious

That's a twenty dollar word if I ever heard one!

–adjective
1. having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning

I read that in a Facebook status message of all things. And it was part of the definition of a True Hispanic.

Couldn't it apply to *anyone* being a True {insert your own thingie here} Blogger (ahem).

Prayers for Him

My First, My Nephew, is graduating from high school soon. My Mom and I are traveling to Ohio to see him walk the stage later this week and I couldn't be more swollen with pride, joy, anticipation and reminiscence.

I pray and wish for him good things. I pray for him hardships and pain, and the wisdom gained from these trials.  I pray for him humility and moderation. I pray for him his success and happiness found only in God's Will or the Universe or Whatever Exists Bigger Than Us. 

He makes movies. He writes, directs, edits, produces, composes - the whole gamut. Of course, I want him to go to Hollywood and become a kajillionaire making slasher movies because he likes making movies.  But it should come through a combination of his wit, charm, talent and hard work, striving to be a better version of himself along the way; NOT for the fame and fortune and ego-centric platitudes. Along the way, he should trip and skin his knee and bear the scar with pride when he mounts that peak of success in This World. Should he not know when he's at the peak, I pray he trusts that no matter what, he is exactly where he is supposed to be.

May he leave a legacy of truth and respect, of honor and humor. May his life have a lasting effect on humanity, whether it be through mass success, or by the fatherly caressing and responsible nurturing of his future child.

May he always be a man, a gentleman, a gentle man. Hold open doors, pull out chairs, let her enter first into a room. Take her hand when she needs help up, and if she refuses it, never stop offering.

He's a good kid, destined to be a mighty man.

I love you, Nephew!

Happy Graduation!