tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187586258180237592024-03-14T02:51:59.488-04:00Two Boys and a Baby GirlAdventures of a SAHMLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.comBlogger479125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-15448744503312791902011-02-03T23:11:00.002-05:002011-02-03T23:14:07.322-05:00Giving Notice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TUt8vUIow6I/AAAAAAAACco/8-5UT56OiSk/s1600/coke-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TUt8vUIow6I/AAAAAAAACco/8-5UT56OiSk/s400/coke-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569682516474381218" border="0" /></a>I'm sick and tired of this cold weather in Atlanta. I know there are worse weather problems in the country now but I am cold. Last weekend was such a teaser at 60 degrees (and I was still cold). I need a day of 74 please. Now.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-80894453006933908352010-10-08T21:50:00.002-04:002010-10-08T21:57:53.093-04:00Baby Girl Turns 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNZudZXI/AAAAAAAACcM/XUBTWqRXbnQ/s1600/for+betty-1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNZudZXI/AAAAAAAACcM/XUBTWqRXbnQ/s400/for+betty-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525858698911376754" border="0" /></a>Just an update to show how big my girl is getting. She is talking and throwing her attitude around pretty good these days. Third Child = I bought her an ice cream today to stop a tantrum (it worked). She said "if I don't eat it it melts on the floor and if I get sick I frow it up on the floor." I like the way she thinks. She also asked me if I like chocolate or "villa". We were at the "Chick-a-ful-a" in case you were wondering. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_LNDHZ6EI/AAAAAAAACcE/dAZF0y8zVWU/s1600/kms-1-5.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_KjjteSNI/AAAAAAAACb8/rWBpq8Ji6rE/s1600/kateme+web+kiss.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TK_KjjteSNI/AAAAAAAACb8/rWBpq8Ji6rE/s400/kateme+web+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525857980037089490" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-826217834396539542010-07-28T16:51:00.001-04:002010-07-28T16:53:51.459-04:00Summer Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TFCYb-br0xI/AAAAAAAACbs/w-EXcsvieUI/s1600/websized+kate.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/TFCYb-br0xI/AAAAAAAACbs/w-EXcsvieUI/s400/websized+kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499062751402382098" border="0" /></a><br />Still here. Making it through the end of summer which will officially end in two weeks when the kids go back to school. Not looking forward to their homework but can't wait for a routine with them. I think. The early mornings will not be fun.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-46059575029980829572010-04-29T14:09:00.003-04:002010-04-29T14:20:23.979-04:00Inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S9nLqhMy_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/UMDnMl9m-ms/s1600/pendant"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S9nLqhMy_LI/AAAAAAAACbk/UMDnMl9m-ms/s400/pendant" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465623554117794994" border="0" /></a>Lighting Inspiration that is. Nothing that will make you move away from the computer, unfortunately. <br /><br />Kristin just reminded me on Facebook that I actually have a blog! I love her for that. <br /><br />I couldn't easily find a picture I wanted to post until I came to this. It is what I want for my kitchen but totally doesn't go. The good news is that it is only half the price of the kitchen sink I want. The bad news is it is half the price of the kitchen sink I want. I put my island pendant light obsession off for about 5 weeks and now I am back at it. I can NOT find what I want (that looks decent and doesn't cost a fortune). I took the light down that I had and have nothing at the moment. I actually like having nothing (not so much the gaping hole in the ceiling). You would have to see how ugly the other light was to appreciate that. Are there pretty insignificant things in your home that just BUG you? For my husband it is our kitchen sink. I have heard him talk about how awful it is for 10 years. It was the light fixture over my island for me. I can breathe easier now that it is in Salvation Army Heaven.<br /><br />I immediately feel bad after writing something like this when there are such bigger problems in the world and in my own community. This <span style="font-style: italic;">problem</span> doesn't stress me out as much as the other stuff so it is where I tend to focus too much attention. Ignorance is bliss?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-87552314714377740312010-04-17T22:49:00.001-04:002010-04-17T22:49:00.757-04:00Not about my kids<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5LgblVuI/AAAAAAAACbU/dwu6OXX6oHI/s1600/house.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5LgblVuI/AAAAAAAACbU/dwu6OXX6oHI/s400/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458707093196723938" border="0" /></a>It is actually the hubs. Can you tell he is 2 stories in the air?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-15125400700646861422010-04-10T22:53:00.005-04:002010-04-10T23:01:40.953-04:00NO, I NOT!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5yISaaxI/AAAAAAAACbc/8dFAThKzjuw/s1600/blogmykids.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S8E5yISaaxI/AAAAAAAACbc/8dFAThKzjuw/s400/blogmykids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458707756730706706" border="0" /></a>I'm a very bad blogger. Part of my charm. Here is the 16x20 gallery wrap canvas I just ordered of my kids. I have titled it:<br /><br />I'm the KING OF THE WORLD, I don't care who you think you're the king of, and I know you are the king but just pay attention to me, dang it!<br /><br />Out of 1,645 shots I took of my kids on this particular morning, this might be the only one that the princess did not scream "NO, I NOT!" with every reasonable request. So, I must blow it up on the wall just for that reason alone.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ohhhh</span>, we have come so far. <a href="http://mommyspage.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-years-old.html">Just look where we were 2.5 years ago</a> when she wasn't able to say "NO, I NOT" (although she must have been thinking it).Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-19275399848013706042010-03-01T23:00:00.000-05:002010-03-01T23:09:44.727-05:00Who cares about the parts of a plant?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05p5H4L8dI/AAAAAAAACZw/zxu3TgZrs6A/s1600-h/flower+art+not+mine-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05p5H4L8dI/AAAAAAAACZw/zxu3TgZrs6A/s400/flower+art+not+mine-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426391031116198354" border="0" /></a>This was hanging under a magnet on my door to the garage (because my fridge isn't metal). It was there for a long time. I couldn't figure out who did it. The Little Guy doesn't write that well and the Big Guy can do better than that. They both finally told me (after probing) that neither did it - the Little Guy just picked it up in carpool. Do they think I don't have enough crap around my house without some other kid's flower?<br /><br />Not the best post, I know. It is all I've got tonight. Too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">weirded</span> out by the Bachelor.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-54792815533417321682010-02-16T23:08:00.002-05:002011-07-12T18:12:28.345-04:00N*** by the Fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hmR7wJOeI/AAAAAAAACbI/Ey3MxtILf9c/s1600-h/snow-13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hmR7wJOeI/AAAAAAAACbI/Ey3MxtILf9c/s400/snow-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438209008333306338" border="0" /></a>We have finally arrived to the place that I like to call "naked baby dolls". They are everywhere and I don't know why they can't have clothes on. Baby girl is as guilty as the boys. She sometimes fakes us out and acts like she might put their clothes back on and then...throws a fit. Well, she kind of throws a fit with everything so maybe that doesn't matter?<br /><br />I'll let you know when we get to cut baby doll hair and headless baby dolls. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" > (One thing at a time.)<br /><br />* I had to edit this post because of the weirdos searching for sicko stuff landing here. If that happens to be you then you should be ashamed of yourself, sicko!<br /></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-36876381141294685752010-02-16T14:06:00.001-05:002010-02-16T14:06:00.447-05:00Still enjoying the goods<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hl5T-8_sI/AAAAAAAACbA/3m6eK9-USTg/s1600-h/snow-11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hl5T-8_sI/AAAAAAAACbA/3m6eK9-USTg/s400/snow-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208585341140674" border="0" /></a>Valentines...just part of the stretch between Halloween and Easter that keeps me fat.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-9780261034721584112010-02-15T16:02:00.001-05:002010-02-15T16:02:00.674-05:00Another snow day in Georgia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk96eXTjI/AAAAAAAACa4/uhMhA80MCaU/s1600-h/snow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk96eXTjI/AAAAAAAACa4/uhMhA80MCaU/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438207564881284658" border="0" /></a>February 13th: It was beautiful while it lasted. About 3 hours after this picture most of it had melted. My Magnolia tree must have been so glad. It couldn't handle the weight of it all.<br /><br />I was afraid our little bird house might cave in. ha.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk9i1zYsI/AAAAAAAACaw/g8VW6hJNEH8/s1600-h/snow-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hk9i1zYsI/AAAAAAAACaw/g8VW6hJNEH8/s400/snow-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438207558537142978" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-12252697814810987362010-02-14T15:59:00.002-05:002010-02-14T16:01:45.461-05:00Happy V-Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hkX3f6YyI/AAAAAAAACao/ARNjb4rJitk/s1600-h/snow-12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S3hkX3f6YyI/AAAAAAAACao/ARNjb4rJitk/s400/snow-12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438206911247442722" border="0" /></a>Another kind reminder from the Big Guy. He can't clean his room and likes to talk back but he can write some nice stuff if you don't mind his sloppy handwriting (I don't mind...you should see mine!).Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-82763246878856153612010-01-28T13:59:00.004-05:002010-01-28T14:11:04.227-05:00Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S2He9LaSS3I/AAAAAAAACag/rX9lRK9lh8Y/s1600-h/ck1-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S2He9LaSS3I/AAAAAAAACag/rX9lRK9lh8Y/s400/ck1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431867768201956210" border="0" /></a>Remember that episode where Phoebe taught Rachel how to run like a child because it was more fun that way?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-22009652588237084332010-01-22T20:48:00.001-05:002010-01-28T13:58:55.681-05:00Praise<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05qHXAhWeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/HrezPlHDEys/s1600-h/kids-1-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05qHXAhWeI/AAAAAAAACZ4/HrezPlHDEys/s400/kids-1-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426391275695856098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">You can praise the Lord at any age.</span><br /><br />That is Baby Girl third from the right. She is a dancer. A tiny dancer.<br /><br />Little Guy & Big Guy are 2nd and 3rd from the left. Not so much dancing there.<br /><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-11473998147863962462010-01-21T12:13:00.004-05:002010-01-21T12:18:46.415-05:00Beach Vacation Raffle Benefiting Haiti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://terryhousehold.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach-vacation-raffle-benefitting-haiti.html"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1iLQ_CDqKI/AAAAAAAACaQ/6kHUkYb9da8/s400/destin" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429242474709362850" border="0" /></a>Visit <a href="http://terryhousehold.blogspot.com/2010/01/beach-vacation-raffle-benefitting-haiti.html">this blog</a> to learn more about a week long stay in Destin, FL. There are more pictures on that blog with pictures of the condo where you would stay. A raffle ticket is $10 and ALL proceeds go directly to aid Haitian earthquake relief and orphans in the warring country of the Democratic Republic of Congo.<br /><br />For those of you not in the Southeast. I grew up vacationing in Destin and still go there quite often. The beaches here are as white as the picture.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-48829676600892305422010-01-17T16:08:00.004-05:002010-01-17T16:15:38.029-05:00It is time to fire your realtor when<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1N8c_CGnnI/AAAAAAAACaI/ZpIFrzd900A/s1600-h/wiggy-ma-mls-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S1N8c_CGnnI/AAAAAAAACaI/ZpIFrzd900A/s400/wiggy-ma-mls-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427818813310017138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I was browsing </span><a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/03/31/its-time-to-fire-your-realtor-when/">hookedonhouses.net</a> and was amused by this picture that was found as a real estate listing . You can click on the link to see a few more funny ones. A friend just asked me to take pictures of her house that is about to go on the market. I will make a mental note to not make the trash the focal point. <br /><br />You can also check out <a href="http://lovelylisting.com/">Lovelylisting</a> to find some more horror-real estate pictures found in MLS.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-86095922469537264812010-01-15T09:45:00.002-05:002010-01-15T09:45:00.584-05:00BingeThis is my old Halloween picture. I only WISH I had a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Reeses</span> around here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukMKcsjFTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/emM_ZG_Jk3I/s1600-h/20081031-IMG_1282.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SukMKcsjFTI/AAAAAAAACXQ/emM_ZG_Jk3I/s400/20081031-IMG_1282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397859002021516594" border="0" /></a><br />My weigh in at the gym got moved to Saturday so the binge continues! 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">S'mores</span> this afternoon and now wine, cheese and crackers for dinner. I think I'll have an ice cream sandwich soon. I have just GOT to have some chocolate chip cookie dough stashed in the freezer somewhere. Why wouldn't I? <a href="http://5powellsinatlanta.blogspot.com/"> Emily</a> turned me on to the "organic" cookie dough and I just don't know if that is bad enough right now.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0_JJgCTWaI/AAAAAAAACaA/k1mQskgHmaA/s1600-h/cookie"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0_JJgCTWaI/AAAAAAAACaA/k1mQskgHmaA/s400/cookie" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426777241060333986" border="0" /></a><br />It isn't really organic except in my imaginary life (and probably Emily's?). Anyway, I'm eating it raw.<br /><br />And dear <a href="http://peanutsandpumpkins.blogspot.com/">Kristin</a>, you are too GOOD to not have had a cookie in that long. It reminds me of my sweet friend at the gym one disgustingly early morning. She said if she was going to eat as many cookies as she does she might as well come to the gym. The workout queen nearby said "I haven't had sugar in 2 years" and my sweet (skinny) friend said in her high voice "well, you just don't know what you are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">missin</span>'." :-) I'll try not to bring you down to my pathetic level when we get together. (TRY)<br /><br />And that concludes my random fatty post.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-48220726982068372222010-01-14T20:32:00.003-05:002010-01-14T20:38:17.469-05:00ContestI'm entering a contest through Mom Bloggers with <a href="http://www.cottonellerollpoll.com/"><b>http://www.cottonellerollpoll.com</b></a>. How you can get in on it: by leaving a comment on this post you will be entered to win 1 of 10 Cottonelle gift baskets randomly chosen on January 29, 2010 from all entries.<br /><br />I don't know about you, but we use a lot of tissue around our house.<br /><br />Do you vote for over or under? One of the first dates with Hubby that he came back to my green condo (literally green) he used the little boys room and came out and said that he knew we would get along fine because my tt was "over" and not under. Okay, whatever.<br /><br /><br /><table style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" width="70%"><tbody><tr><td width="33%"><span style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);font-family:Arial;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><img src="http://www.themomsalon.com/cbadge.png" border="0" height="125" width="125" /></span></span></td> <td valign="top" width="33%"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><b><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></b> <span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://bit.ly/4IvJvD" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.themomsalon.com/over1.jpg" border="0" height="125" width="125" /></a><br /></span></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-41113600592955564762010-01-13T19:40:00.005-05:002010-01-13T19:47:48.214-05:00May the Chikin be with You<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05nX0PuMxI/AAAAAAAACZo/QRmJ3Wq85hI/s1600-h/swcow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S05nX0PuMxI/AAAAAAAACZo/QRmJ3Wq85hI/s400/swcow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426388259887264530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We are in trouble if <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> am the <span style="font-weight: bold;">fun</span> one in the family.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;">You probably can't tell - that is Darth Vader Cow. And, no I am not pregnant in this picture even though I might look it. Which brings up another contest at my gym. It is lame and totally not worth it but I am going to enter. There aren't that many signed up and I think I can take them and also beat the system by not hiring one of their trainers. The upside to all of this is that until they call me for a weigh-in appointment, I am going to eat as much as I can to gain a couple of pounds. That isn't cheating is it? Just stupidity, I suppose.<br /><br />Back to Darth Vader. We took our kids (minus Baby Girl) to that Star Wars production-thing that plays the movie clips to a live orchestra. The real CP30 hosted it. It was pretty good except for the $9 hot dog I ate. The seats were about $55 each and the Little Guy fell asleep within 25 minutes. The boys learned all about "INTERMISSION" and were quite intrigued by that. I think it was the highlight of the evening. <br /></span></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-9193856120332118052010-01-10T11:20:00.001-05:002010-01-10T11:20:00.709-05:00Mmmmm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0is_zTAe4I/AAAAAAAACZg/AiF8hvQ7gRk/s1600-h/asnowoSECOND.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0is_zTAe4I/AAAAAAAACZg/AiF8hvQ7gRk/s400/asnowoSECOND.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424775963269430146" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-63932409041283328472010-01-09T11:13:00.003-05:002010-01-09T11:20:03.446-05:00Brrrr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfkgFdVI/AAAAAAAACZY/a74lKbjQHL4/s1600-h/osnow2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfkgFdVI/AAAAAAAACZY/a74lKbjQHL4/s400/osnow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774310030308690" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Birthday and Snow Day, Little Guy. I remember feeling like I was 6 for a long long time. I hope he stays six for a long time too so we can really enjoy it. He whispered early this morning in my ear "I really like all my birthday presents except for the DS game." Yesterday was his birthday and we got to miss school because of all the ice on the roads. I think all the pile ups of cars on the roads scared everyone. Basketball was canceled early this morning too so it was like having two more days of Christmas vacation. We are going to wear the PJs out. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0ireyrSINI/AAAAAAAACZA/pBEH9Mm3tTs/s1600-h/osnow3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0ireyrSINI/AAAAAAAACZA/pBEH9Mm3tTs/s400/osnow3.jpg" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfHERnzI/AAAAAAAACZI/TAzTO1jCL6g/s1600-h/oasnowa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0irfHERnzI/AAAAAAAACZI/TAzTO1jCL6g/s400/oasnowa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424774302129037106" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-1039073478963813802010-01-06T17:50:00.004-05:002010-01-06T18:00:58.850-05:00Look cute and feel good about it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0UT5xQTBtI/AAAAAAAACYw/CqWLGrllDvg/s400/outfit" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423763209432794834" border="0" /></a>I haven't blogged a lot lately, but don't worry...it hasn't been so long that Baby Girl grew hair. I borrowed this picture from <a href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/">Flitterbugs</a>. I was thinking this outfit would be perfect for me (M for Mama) but maybe it would be cuter on my Baby Girl? Check out<a href="http://www.flitterbugs.blogspot.com/"> this website</a> for some cute clothes and help them fund an adoption from Ethiopia. <br /><br />I learned in the past week of two people I know with 2-3 children that have been burdened by the orphan crisis in Africa and have decided to adopt from that country. These are just regular families that you wouldn't expect this from and pretty amazing that they would follow their hearts and open their homes to more children.<br /><br />On a similar note, the Little Guy (25 minutes ago) went into a room by himself and prayed to God to put a girl and boy baby in my belly. I tried to stop him. He came out and said "it is too late now. It is done and they are in there." The worst part is that he wants to name the girl baby the same name as Baby Girl and the boy after his cousin. My Hubby told him to go pray to God to send a big bag of money with the babies (we are going to need it).Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-12490757364711311852010-01-05T10:45:00.005-05:002010-01-05T10:53:06.787-05:00Frosty the Follower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0Ne9uGt9lI/AAAAAAAACYo/IjeY02vx9Xg/s1600-h/frosty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0Ne9uGt9lI/AAAAAAAACYo/IjeY02vx9Xg/s400/frosty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423282790725449298" border="0" /></a>That is Frosty the snowman on top of the Waffle House we pass every morning. It isn't windy on this day but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Frosty's</span> permanent position for one week before Christmas. One day I said that Frosty looked like he might be ready for a nap and the Big Guy said "He is praising the Lord." That explains it. I just love the idea of a blow up Frosty on top of a Waffle House lifting his snow hands up to God. [They should market that.] I love that my child would even think of that. I could say it is a result of his Christian school education but he is just like that. I like the way he thinks!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-51110002230126967072010-01-03T21:46:00.010-05:002010-01-03T22:08:02.176-05:00Happy New Year 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FWndHsOUI/AAAAAAAACYY/fRHjkyHxBmY/s1600-h/bowl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FWndHsOUI/AAAAAAAACYY/fRHjkyHxBmY/s400/bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422710662162561346" border="0" /></a>I can't get used to this 2010 or 010 or'10 thing yet.<br /><br />Yesterday marked 5 years that my Dad has been living in Heaven with Jesus. I pulled out his big platter for dinner. I can remember special occasions or just weekend afternoons when he would fill up the sections with chips, cheeses, pickles, dip and things I thought were just heavenly at the time. I must have been about the Little Guy's age and I remember it vividly. I did the same thing before dinner yesterday for kids with cheese (the real stuff - cut with my knife), little baby dill pickles (2 kids licked and turned down), raw veggies with Ranch dressing in the middle. My boys proclaimed this as "The Best Dinner EVER!". I don't hear that very often. I know that was from the Ranch dressing part (I did make some other real food too). **note about my picture...I think my kids had not seen this platter before and when they did the Big Guy said "is it St. Patrick's day? I never noticed it looking so much like a clover. Also, it looks much better in this picture than it does in real life. It is starting to show it's 30+ years of age. I hope there is not lead or something they have now deemed hazardous in it.<br /><br />Anyway, it got me to wondering what my kids will remember so vividly about their childhood and their lives at home with us. I have lots and lots of memories but my husband does not remember stuff like I do. I hope they carry lots of good things from us through life. I hope the Big Guy remembers the moment he realized Santa really did leave a Wii at his house after all. I know I won't ever forget his reaction when he found the note to check for one thing in our basement.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FabH6e4DI/AAAAAAAACYg/96g3oOuB4vI/s1600-h/bowl-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/S0FabH6e4DI/AAAAAAAACYg/96g3oOuB4vI/s400/bowl-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422714848358096946" border="0" /></a>Happy New Year. I hope it is a lovely decade for us all.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-5654157017278444482009-12-25T23:27:00.000-05:002009-12-25T23:27:00.346-05:00Merry Edward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_cjL3bMI/AAAAAAAACYI/HwP5gYJxRZM/s1600-h/ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_cjL3bMI/AAAAAAAACYI/HwP5gYJxRZM/s400/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026011347446978" border="0" /></a>Only a good friend would go to the trouble to send me a chocolate creme-filled Edward for Christmas.<br /><br />The packaging is much more enjoyable than a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cadbury</span> creme-filled egg.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018758625818023759.post-66460846350034224022009-12-24T23:28:00.003-05:002009-12-24T23:39:00.582-05:00Merry Christmas!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_5oLThgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2rA1L8W4WMM/s1600-h/World+of+Coca-Cola-20091128-232517.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D9Wyi-HYCOw/SzQ_5oLThgI/AAAAAAAACYQ/2rA1L8W4WMM/s400/World+of+Coca-Cola-20091128-232517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419026510903477762" border="0" /></a><br />Greetings and Merry Christmas from Atlanta. It is minutes from Christmas and I am thinking of something clever Santa might say in a note to my boys to direct them to the basement. I don't know how Santa could do all he does and have a printer to print a message to them. Hubs says he is high-tech like the rental car guys that can print out something on the spot. Not that my boys have ever rented a car and will know this. <br /><br />This is a view of downtown Atlanta taken a few days ago from a live cam. It is actually raining right now. I know this by the water running in the house from the leak over our front door. This shot shows the Coca-Cola museum. We took the Big Guy there for his 8th birthday. My Little Guy wants to go there for his 6th birthday as well because he does whatever Big Guy does and also he wants "to get a Coke." I told him there were many other places that I could buy him a Coke but he still wants to go. He told me on my birthday I should go to the <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Diet Coke Museum</span></span>. I think that is a great idea.<br /><br />And to all a good night...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08274085256990192717noreply@blogger.com2