Drawers in your drawer

My house is clean.

It's Saturday, after all.

Hours and hours wer spent making our casa a castle.

Everything is in its place.

Floors are shining.

Sink is too.

Carpet is vacuumed.

Shelves dusted.

I'm a happy mom. A happy wife. A happy girl.

There's just one thing...

Trey's drawers are open.

He can't keep 'em closed.

Maybe, just maybe, if they were neatly put together

it would be okay.

But they're not.

They're messy and disorganized.

His drawers aren't in his drawers.

Drives me crazy, loco!

Now that we've got states and capitals down

I wonder if he can learn to shut those dang drawers.

At ten I suppose there's still time to teach him.

Beg him.

Bribe him?

:)

My lil workerbee

Trey had a goooooood week.

He earned an A on every test today!

Math, Social Studies, Reading.

That's a feat, if you ask me.

He even took an AR exam.

He's killin' it.

Let's hear it for the boy!

Let's hear it for a NO HOMEWORK weekend.

Mia

12 years ago I became a mommy.

Now, I'm just Mom.

A mom to the most beautiful girl I've ever known.

She's been my joy and delight since March 29, 2000.

Easy baby. Adorable toddler. Amazing girl.

She's a bit sassy. She can challenge. But she does it with a smile.

And she does it with grace.

Mia is a perfect mix.

She's a girly girl one minute and athlete the next.

Jokester today and serious tomorrow.

Trey is one lucky son of a gun to have her as a sister.

Her friends...they're blessed beyond measure.

Her daddy and I giggle at her antics

and beam with pride at her accomplishments.

Every year gets better and we can't wait

to see her make all her dreams come true.

She will, you know.

Happy Birthday to my baby Mia

Thanks for the best 12 years of the most awesome adventure.

Yes Indeed

They sure do.

Thanks baby for being my biggest fan.

Good News

Good Day.

For Moi.

It's awesome.

I'm happy.

Prodigy

I wished upon a star and a birthday candle

to have a musical talent.

I think I was 10

It was the days of Debbie Gibson and Tiffany.

I wanted so desperately to be able to make music.

Didn't happen.

I think someone else in my home is wishing the same thing

and from the sounds of it

her wish might just be coming true!

Amazing melodies are coming from that upstairs bedroom.

One tube...two uses

Lucky me.

I inherited baggy eyes.

Even when I get a full 8 hours of sleep

my eyes tell a sleepy story.

My granny had 'em. Dad does too.

How happy was I when I learned the secrets of the beauty queens?

Dab a lil Prep H under the eye.

It's a cure all.

Do you know what the stuff's real purpose is?

I do. Don't have those problems.

Anymore.

I know, TMI.

But let's face it friends, babies do

ridiculous things to your

booty body.

It's Monday and I ran out of my fave elixer.

Took a trip to the local drugstore.

As the kind gal was ringing up my purchase

I decided to be friendly 

and share my tip. 

"I love this stuff, works better than cucumbers."

She nodded and gave me a very confused look with her

very enlarged eyes.

As I gathered my purchase, I realized I never mentioned

the bags were under my eyes.

And laughed at myself, all the way home.