Sunday, September 27, 2009

She Speaks

After much pointin' and fiddlin', we told her what it was. Wouldn't you know it, she says it clearer than any other word, besides daddy, which is still repeatedly heavily throughout the day.


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Friday, September 25, 2009

Party Potty Time

Peepee in the potty, peepee in the potty!

She did it! Not once! Not twice!! But three, yes, three times!!!

I'm so tickled I could tinkle!

On Tuesday, right before she hopped into the tub, I sat her on her potty and sang the peepee in the potty song to her. It goes like this: peepee in the potty, peepee in the potty...I pulled out a handy-dandy book and started reading to her, talking about the pictures. Basically, trying to get her to relax a bit, hoping that would help her take a leak. Lo and behold, it did. It worked! I then showed her how to wipe, dump the peepee in the toliet and flush. I danced a jig, she smiled and stomped around in a circle. She was proud of herself!

On Wednesday, right before she hopped into the tub, I sat her on her potty and sang the peepee in the potty song to her. It goes like this: peepee in the potty, peepee in the potty...I pulled out a handy-dandy book and started reading to her, talking about the pictures. Basically, trying to get her to relax a bit, hoping that would help her take a leak. Lo and behold, it did. It worked! I then showed her how to wipe, dump the peepee in the toliet and flush. I danced a jig, she smiled and stomped around in a circle. She was proud of herself!

On Thursday, right before she hopped into the tub, she sat herself on her potty and I sang the peepee song to her. It goes like...just kidding! I pulled out a handy-dandy book and started reading to her and lo and behold, she had already wizzed, was standing up and trying to dump the peepee in the toilet and flush. I danced a jig, she did too.

I'm sticking to this, we're sticking to this. I am on to something, I hope. I may have been blessed with an easily potty-trained toddler. Could I be so lucky? I was honestly thinking potty training would be a bitch, seeing how I am not home during the day except for on weekends. I realize she has not shit in the potty so I am not counting my turds before they are dropped but, hot damn, this is encouraging stuff I'm experiencing this week.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Daddy's Mama's Girl

Daddy.

If she said it once this weekend she said it three hundred times. I am not exaggerating.

I am sorry, I must admit, I laughed my ass off at "daddy."

Such a sweet notion, yet...



Make No Mistakes!

Friday, September 18, 2009

In the Hole

Work is letting up a bit.

I am thankful.

I do not write about work much due to the fact that people can read...and I need my job. So, I'll deal with the pain that comes along with biting my tongue, which is rather difficult for me to do, seeing how I (as a rule) call them as I see them. No need to beat around the bush. Lately, though, I feel like I'm simply spinning in circles, getting nowhere, getting dizzy.

My ass is filled with so much smoke I could fart and a cloud would hover over the entire state of Georgia.

I am a firm believer that having something to look forward to makes me keep moving. I have five vacation days left this year, and my God, am I looking forward to them. The knowing keeps me going. There is definitely something about the knowing. In more aspects than one.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Makin' It!

I can’t recall if I wrote about my garden experience this year. I don’t care enough to actually go back and look either. I probably didn’t as it parallels the worst time of year for me in regards to time and management. Summer isn’t what it used to be. While most are vacationing I am stressing.

Ok, I lied...here it is.

That post is the extent of my gardening talk. There isn't much to say. I tried, I failed...for the most part. About a month ago I transplanted the pitiful plants I was lucky enough to have left in the garden into containers that are sitting on my porch. Check'em out, I'm going to pull a green thumb out of my ass if it's the last thing I do.






I have decided that I will not plow, wait, who I am I kidding, that I will not have my dad or my husband tear up my yard next spring. I will either do raised beds or containers. Go with what works, right?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Old & Ornery


Papaw Mac
September 7, 2009
Happy Birthday Old Man!

85 Years!
You've come a long way, baby!
Proof is in the teeth, or lack thereof!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Genius : Carrie

Last time I wrote I was expecting company. My company has since come and gone and so have Labor Day and the weekend that came with it.

When I moved from Florida I left behind a true friend. One who listens, farts, belches, laughs at everything, anything, can hold as much beer as I can, knows a lot of shit about me, is still there even though she knows a lot of shit about me...the list goes on. It was hard leaving her, hard I say. I was having withdrawals something awful, being the amiga she is, she took it upon herself to come visit me, well, us.

There is an airline (Allegiant) that flies directly from Sanford, which is maybe 20 minutes from her house, into Chattanooga, which is about an hour from our house. So, score either way! By flying Allegiant we miss the maniacal mess we call Atlanta and the airport that comes along with it. Furthermore, we skip the shithole that we sometimes refer to as Orlando and the airport that comes along with it. Words can not express the joy that this discovery (Allegiant) has given us.

Anyway, Carrie, being the penny-pincher she is, watched the website like a hawk and finally broke down and shelled out $90 for a round trip ticket to paradise, I mean Chatsworth. She was set to arrive on Friday morning and leave the following Monday morning. Thursday, the day before her departure from Florida she did what any responsible adult would do; she checked her ticket for specifics. Good thing too as she noticed that she was scheduled to depart from Chattanooga instead of Sanford, oops! OOPS! She booked the wrong flight, well, the right flight but going the wrong direction. So, technically, yes, the wrong flight. The customer service rep, who apparently hadn’t been informed that the customer is always right, told her that she had to pay an additional $220 in order to correct her mistake. Based on this bullshit she decided to just drive. She arrived at 12:30 a.m. Friday. We do up the town BIG time (please, it's Chatsworth)! Come Monday morning she pulled out, got just south of Macon and there sat Barney. Well, he clocked her 85, not good, since the speed limit in that neck of the woods is 70. He ticketed her which lead me to believe he hadn’t heard the customer rule either. Some people, the nerve. Anyone care to guess how much the ticket was for? Huh? Huh? If you said $201 you are correct! And for all the math geniuses out there that are not reading this, that puts her at $19 less than if she would have just paid the damn fee for correcting the airline ticket.

Irony, a bitch!


The bright side...quality time spent with a really great person. My daughter meeting my friend that I've known for an amount of time that is hard to wrap my head around. Sitting, laughing, drinking, belching...ahhh...good times!


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