how?

juC and i are trying to figure out our next adventure in life.

saturday we were talking about some things and he said "we need a family motto. it should be 'livin the dream.' " and i said "no". then proceeded to tell him we don't need a family motto. to which he replied, "how are we supposed to live the dream if we don't have a family motto?" then i decided that should be our family motto.
so let's make it official. i now declare our family motto is:

how are we supposed to live the dream if we don't have a family motto?
(fancy letters and a different color makes anything official)

so last night as we were moving forward in trying to make a decision, juC decided we should make a pro/con list. the list looked like this in the beginning:

pro
close to sonic
close to duke's bbq

con
close to sonic
close to duke's bbq

making life changing decisions is so hard.

it's true

it's been nearly a year since this little one was born. but i still find myself staring at him, in awe of the fact that he's actually mine. most of the time it still seems unreal. maybe one day reality will set in.

who's the boss

my mommy thinks that she can just say i need to update my blog and viola, i'll do it!! she must not know that i'm 27 now and i can blog when i darn well feel like it. i don't blog just because she says i need to blog. i blog when i want to. i'm the boss of me!

but since i'm here...

guess who else has a deep and abiding love for my birthday snuggie.

i'll give you a hint. his name starts with a "j" and ends with an "udson".

happy birthday to...

me!

remember what i got last year for my birthday? (hint: a car) and remember how i said it was untoppable, and hard to beat? i confess, i had little confidence in jud that he could find a gift ever again that would be better.

so there sat my presents. i looked at them from a distance. then i got a little closer for further inspection. yep...no way this could be better than a car.

i opened my card first. a pickle card. it read "bet you didn't expect to get a paper pickle for your birthday". i could tell he was trying hard to beat last year. he was on the right track with the card, that's for sure. but still...not better.

then i opened the small bag. it consisted of paint colors on the card you'd get at a home building store, with the promise that he'd paint the downstairs bathroom this month. again, on the right track, but he just needed to face the facts. no way was he going to do better than last year.

so i moved on to the big bag. the one he suggested i save for last. the one that he had obviously tried with all of his might to be better than a car. i opened it with low expectations. it was clear that his efforts would have all been in vain. and that was ok. at least i still have my car from last year.

but when i saw it, i couldn't believe it. i was honestly in shock. how? how on the earth had he managed to find the one, singular gift, that was better than last years?? i don't know how, but he did. yes, he did.

the blanket that has sleeves, people!!!! the SNUGGIE!!! and not just any old snuggie....a leopard print snuggie!!!and let me tell you, it's every bit as wonderful as the commercials make it out to be! i can read my magazine, in the cold, but keeping warm (my arms too!!) thanks to my snuggie! and don't even get me started on the fantastic book light that comes with it!

that's right...a reading light!! that clips on!! and all i do is push a button, and up and out it comes, all mechanical like...lighting up the words for my enjoyment...while i sit. snug as a bug in a snuggie.

happy birthday to me, indeed!!

honesty is the best policy

ok, here's the story.

a few weeks ago, my friend marci and i decided we needed a little girls day out day out for the big girls. so we headed to a somewhat near by town to do some antiquing.

we only made it to one store, because we got a little caught up in the clothes. i don't know how it happened. i've never been much of an antique clothes shopper, but there were a couple of things that caught my eye.

so...i tried them on. one fit and one didn't.

i showed marci. we discussed. and it was decided that i'd just have to buy the dress. all it needed was to have the sleeves taken up a bit, and the length brought up to a more flattering level, and i'd be set.

i came home, went upstairs, put the dress on unbeknownst to juC, and came downstairs to show him. he looked at me. i smiled. he looked some more. "it's...vintage."

my heart was broken.

but then i remembered that he's a boy who has a lot of tools and a big truck, so what does he know about fashion.

so i'm bringing it here for some more opinions. what do you think? taking the alterations that will be done into account...