My shooooowwwww

I love television.  I mean L.O.V.E.  There I said it.  I absolutely love when I find a show that hooks me.  The difference between this fall and last fall is that I have NO DVR.  I mean, it's not like I had it for all that long at our old house, but it changed my life.  Literally.  I could finally not plan my life around TV.   Now that we are living at my parents {have I mentioned that?} we have no DVR...so if I miss it I have to pray that I can watch it online.  I am making it sound like I have a LIST of shows that are "must see," but really it's just one. 

  Here are my favorite quotes from last night and my favorite clip...
Claire: Your kids don't need to know who you were before you had them; they need to know who you wish you were, and try to live up to that person. They're gonna fall short, but better they fall short of the fake you than the real you.

Cameron: I remember once at a New Year's Eve party, stroke of midnight, he high-fived me. Two problems with that: One, gays don't high five. Two, gays don't high five.

Let's Get Physical...

That song just doesn't get the play time it deserves...anyhoo, for my birthday this year Lee bought me a Polar F6 Heart Rate Monitor!  I bought him one for his birthday last year and he loves it so he wanted me to have one.  If you know me in real life, you know that I do exercise everyday {although my jeans seem not to have noticed}...so I was so excited!  The first purpose is obvious: to monitor your heart rate.  But this thing does much more than that!  It calculates the number of calories burned, keeps up with the amount of time you stayed in "fat burning mode", and tracks all of your workouts in a "diary" of sorts.  

It has changed my workouts in that I can set a goal for the number of calories I want to burn. At the end, just when I think I am about to die, I can look and see how close I am to hitting my goal and push just a little bit harder.  The only thing that I was leery about was the chest strap.  In order for it to constantly monitor you heart rate you have to wear it, but it feels no different than a sports bra strap.   
So this new 33 year old will be gettin' physical while calculatin'! 
I am sure my Firm buddies just love knowing how many calories we're burning!  


Happy 'Ween!

Since Halloween has been in the stores for weeks now, the buzz in our house (and car) has been what the boys will be for Halloween.  We've been the proverbial PUMPKINS
 {they were too big that first Halloween to be two peas in a pod, but I did consider it}    

 We've been MONKEYS, and at 20 months old they were actually...monkeys


 We've been "THE FARM"...that's right.  They wanted to be "the farm" so we were farmers...
it's the best I could do.  This was also the year that they wanted to say "Happy Halloween,"
but all that would come out was "Happy 'Ween!"


And we've been SPIDERMAN...as in both of them.  They both wanted to be Spiderman so we found red spiderman and black spiderman.  I learned later that black Spiderman was apparently a very scary character.  Opps. 

This year the Halloween discussion started the same week they were studying people who help in the community at school so Tradd has decided he wants to be a fireman and Jackson wants to be a policeman.  That being said, the following conversation was overheard from the backseat yesterday...

Tradd:  Jackson, are you gonna be a Policeman?

Jackson: Yep!

Tradd:  Ohhh, are you gonna have those silver hand traps?

Jackson: You mean handcups?

Tradd:  Yeah, that's what I meant.  Handcups. 

So there you have it...we'll be toting fake hoses and handcups...
what are you and your little ones going to be for Halloween?

Note:  During the writing of this post, Jackson came in to tell me he now wants to be a pterodactyl.  Fabulous. 

Southern Home

First wall went up last Thursday!!

And these guys were working fast...

Friday View
September 24, 2010

We are really getting excited now!  I know this part goes fast and the whole thing will slow down, but we are enjoying the moment.  It's nice having something to actually see and stand in when we go out there!!!  We are drowning in decisions, but loving every minute of it! 


September Weekend

Lee and I both grew up as scouts.  We grew up wearing dorky uniforms, working for badges, and camping...in fact, we both agree that the camping was our favorite part.  We have talked about taking the boys for a while now, but it just never seemed to work out.  Mainly because we had no camping gear.  Like not even a sleeping bag. 
Two weeks ago, my college roommate DeeDee called to ask if we would like to go camping with their family on Lake Murray!  Her husband is a Sergeant with the Department of Natural Resources on the lake so that made me feel so much better for our first time.    Another friend let us borrow their tent and sleeping bags and we were all set!  I loved that we were able to be spontaneous and just "throw it together"...if throwing it together means almost sinking the boat with our bags.  Literally. 

We headed out Friday afternoon about 4:30, they picked us up on our side of the lake by boat.  We headed straight to the campsite to get set up while it was still light out...we were cracking up at our tent sizes.  DeeDee and Ken had a 4-man tent and our borrowed bungalow was a 6-man.  Everytime we looked up the hill we just laughed!  Their tent literally could have fit inside of ours.   

We had time to let the kids tube, our boys loved it!  I wasn't sure how they would like it, but they jumped right in with the girls.  We watched the sunset, roasted hotdogs, and of course, smores!  Bedtime was a challenge because the boys were still so excited and it was HOT.  When we were changing in the tent for bedtime, Tradd grabbed my face and said, "Mama, thank you for bringing me here.  This is the most fun I've had in my whole life."   
Lee and I had to keeping going back up to the tent to check on them...one time they had taken off their PJ's and were just laying on top of the sleeping bags...next time Lee went to check, Tradd was butt naked.  Butt naked starfish-style...just cooling off he said.    



Southern Home


T'was the week of framing and all over the lot,
the workers were pouring sweat because it was so stinkin' hot!

The footings were poured;
the foundation in place;
Even the front steps went in without haste!

I went by this morning to take a quick peek,
and was told we'd have walls by the end of the week!

To Be Continued...



I've been out of high school for 15 years.  I know, I know you can't believe it either because I look so young and fresh faced...but seriously.  15 years?

We had such a great turn out for our 10 year reunion, we decided to try to throw something together on a small scale with a cheaper ticket and see the response.  My best girl, Carla, and I made an executive decision not to involve an entire committee.  She headed up our last reunion so she was in charge of getting the word out through e-mail and facebook.  Can you believe that just 5 years ago hardly any of our classmates were on Facebook?  We did not have enough money left over from our last reunion to book a venue and send a formal invite so we took a chance on finding people through e-mail and facebook.  We had 100 people {65ish of those being graduates}! 

The venue ended up being perfect: The Vista Room at the Blue Marlin.  For several years, the Blue Marlin has worked with me on a Junior League event so I called them and our date was available.  We had indoor and outdoor space and nice weather. 

Some of my best friends are friends that I met in high school...Does that happen for everybody?  I love that these girls knew me when my hair looked like a 40 year old in 1992 and still love me {i will post this at a later date...much later}.  I love that we've lived together and stood together when we got married.  I love that one makes us laugh so hard we all end up peeing a little.  I love that one is my golfing buddy.  I can't wait to see what the next 15 years holds for us!   


Southern Home

This is what I hope our house looks like when we are finished...

This is what it looks like today.