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Not to the new house.Not yet.But the blog is now here.Come on over!

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I know everything looks really different - but I'm getting ready for a few changes in this little corner of the blawg-o-sphere. Except it won't be THIS corner, exactly - it'll be a different corner - and I hope y'all will come hang out in the new corner with me.:-)More details soon!

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I don't know if any of y'all are interested, but Home Depot has six and a half foot pre-lit Christmas trees for $29.99 - and then you can mail in a rebate and get a $30.00 Home Depot gift card.Which means that you get a tree AND make a penny.What could be better?David got up this morning and bought one for us - I decided that it would be a great thing to put in the den off of our new kitchen, and

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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, hands-down, but this year I'm feeling a bit of bloggy pressure to write some Deeply Touching Treatise on thankfulness, something in which I repeatedly use the word "autumnal" while describing the vast range of colors one can find in a single maple leaf as it basks in the rays of a golden harvest sun.(I don't know if y'all have caught on to this or not, but

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Those of you who mentioned The Ice Cream Dilemma in the comments of my previous post will be glad to know that there are two places to buy ice cream right around the corner from our new place. And we won't be relegated to just sniffing the ice cream, either. So I'd say that's a victory, wouldn't you?It also occurred to me when I was reading the last round of comments that OH MY SWEET GOODNESS I

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One Monday about three weeks ago I picked up the little man from Mother’s Day Out, and since he fell asleep within, oh, four seconds, I decided that I’d ride around and look at houses. We’d heard from our realtor that a couple was probably going to make an offer on our current house, and I figured that it might be a good idea to find a place for us to, you know, live. There are two neighborhoods

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Alex at his Thankgiving program at his Mother's Day Out today.He was an Indian.[grinning at all the cuteness]He was a cute little Indian.Who sang!Did I mention how cute he was?I think I love him.

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I haven't written much about our new house because, quite frankly, I've been afraid I would jinx it. And jinxing, as we all know, is a deeply legitimate and terribly spiritual phenomenon - utterly reliable in its ability to Bring Doom Upon All and advocated by pastors from their pulpits in churches far and wide.Ahem.A-HEM.But honestly, it's really only been in the last two days that I've been

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Shannon and I have been talking about cooking up a little bloggy rivalry this week since our alma maters are going head-to-head on the gridiron this weekend.But the problem is that we're both good Southern girls. Which means that our version of trash talk ends up being something along the lines of what Patty Simcox says before she launches her Student Council campaign in Grease: "I hope [we]

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1. Septic Man has finished all the repairs. Only instead of it being $900, it was $1150, because he said it was “a bigger job” than they thought it would be. I’m not positive, but I think that what he was really saying is that David and I are full of it.And I’m not even insulted. :-)2. Alex is going to my parents’ house for a few days. When he found out that Mama was leaving today, he immediately

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You know what TOTALLY ROCKS?When the people who are buying your house are coming for their inspection at the exact same time that the inner-workings of your septic tank are exposed for all the world to see!Or smell, as it were!I'm trying not to panic.But the not panicking is harder than you might think.You see, our repairman was supposed to be here at 8:30 yesterday morning, but he didn't get

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Paige had a little boy yesterday morning around 3:15.His name is Joseph.He weighs 8 pounds and is 21 1/2 inches long.Mama and baby are doing great.Daddy stayed outside the nursery window until about 6 yesterday morning just staring at the little fella.And I can't wait for Alex and Joseph to meet.I think they'll be fast friends.

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Mark your bloggy calendars, everybody!Feel free to steal the button as well, but for the love of pete, keep it small. Because the resolution? Not so great.(But this is as good as it gets button-wise because I nearly ruptured a retina scrutinizing my humble button-making efforts.)(I'm enjoying the use of the word "button" coupled with a hyphen, if you can't tell.)(I'm feeling somewhat

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1. My mama is here helping us pack up the house. There's not much I can say about that except for PRAISE THE LORD, OH PRAISE HIM.2. Friday afternoon David walked into our bathroom and noticed that something had, um, backed up into the shower. As it turns out, that something was the septic tank.LUCKY US!It took the better part of an hour to find someone to come check out the very obvious plumbing

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This post of Toni's is just what I needed this morning.Go read it.You'll be glad you did.And I'm getting to work on a list of my own, Ms. Toni. Yes ma'am. :-)

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This past Sunday night in Walmart, Alex and I were waiting at the deli counter for some chicken tenders, because OH YES MA'AM do I ever provide some quality nutritional sustenance for my offspring. Alex was chattering away about how he wanted chicken and a donut, and the girl behind the counter said, "Is he your only one?" I didn't understand the reason for the question, but I told her that yes,

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For about a month Alex has been talking about a little girl - I'll call her Sidney - at his Mother's Day Out. Just about every single time that I pick him up, he tells me all about Sidney...that she's not as old as he is, that she's his friend, that he plays with her. I couldn't figure out why a younger child would be in his three year old class, so I figured that Sidney must be on the playground

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Click here for details....

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"Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. The Jesus came to them and said, 'All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey

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I don't consider myself an overly patriotic person, but there's something about voting day that makes me want to stand outside all the local polling places and sing "God Bless The U.S.A." Of course if I actually did that, no one would stick around to vote because, well, I can't really sing, and no human could possibly endure my shriekish rendition of the final note. So maybe I should just lead

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This afternoon I cleaned out the secretary in our living room so that I could start packing what needs to go to the new house, and I'm happy to tell you that it only took me two hours!For one box!This does not bode well.But oh, the pictures that were in there...pictures of our first Christmas tree after we got married, pictures of the first house that we bought, and then pictures of this house

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...but sometimes a girl just needs to savor a win.:-)Go 'Dogs.

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Alex and his daddy have gone downstairs to watch "Gideon," the new Veggie Tales movie.They've been down there about 25 minutes.So why in the sam hill am I still watching "The Wiggles"?

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Monday I was convinced that no one would ever buy our house, and even if they did, we'd never find a place to move.Tuesday afternoon we found a house that we love.Wednesday night we got an offer for our current house.Thursday we were alternately excited and terrified.Friday we signed two contracts: one to sell this house, one to buy the other house...pending inspections, of course.Today we are

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Here's Addie's response to my post from Wednesday about my Total Absence Of TV Watching this week:Yet another reason why I heart blogging.:-)

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So to answer your questions about what Alex saw in our dining room when he ran downstairs screaming in the middle of the night:Absolutely Nothing.He said the next morning that he had a dream about monster cows and puppy dogs eating grass, and I don't know if that's what had him so spooked or not...but he's been a little weirded out by the whole "monster thing" lately, and I have a feeling that he

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Just an hour ago I was sleeping peacefully, dreaming about basements or carpet or windows or some other housing-related topic (oh, don't roll your eyes - it only makes good sense that my OCD would carry over into my dreamlife since I am unable to quit thinking about basements and carpet and windows in my awake life, and really, it shouldn't even surprise you anymore when I tell you how weird I

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I woke up this morning when my clock said 5:30, and by the time I completed a series of Elaborate Calculations (is it really 4:30? is it really 6:30? did I set the clock to the correct time before I went to sleep?), I was wide awake and decided that a pot of coffee was in order. Math always did make me crave caffeine.So anyway.Yesterday we had two showings, which was great news. The only downside

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I am quite certain that at some point in the next few hours my left eyeball is going to shoot out of my skull like a cannon and land on the coffee table. And while I'll probably think "EWWWW, that's pretty gross," I don't think I'll mind the relief, OH THE SWEET MERCIFUL RELIEF from the relentless sinus pressure. I've actually been watching television tonight with my left eye closed, and I've

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Banner by KellyThirteen Random Things1. I seem to have acquired my first cold / sinus infection of the fall. Which means that at some point in the next few days I will be requesting some form of anvil and hammer combination to open up my sinus cavity and thereby relieve the pressure.2. Alex is talking so much, and by "so much" what I really mean is that he's never, ever quiet unless he's sleeping

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Thanks, Diane, for the link!

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There have been several defining moments in my life that have established beyond all reasonable doubt that I have officially become a grown-up. The first time this happened to me was when I looked at the Billboard Top 10 and realized that I couldn't hum even one of the songs if you offered me a million dollars. And then, about a month ago, a teenager I know was showing me a CD of a band she

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Big Mama: “How're y'all doing? Any house lookers?”Me: “Well. The house. A lady looked this past Saturday and loved it, thought it was great, then decided that she didn't want it because, and I'm quoting my realtor here, ‘it's too nice for her and it doesn't have a room for her birds.’”Big Mama: “Well, no wonder it hasn't sold if you don't have a bird room. I didn't realize you were facing such a

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Oh sweet mercy this post by Big Mama made me laugh. But I probably should say "laught," and you'll understand why after you read her post.Also, happy birthday to Diane!Finally, I just ran across this video over at Tess' blog, and all I can say is that I pray that I sit next to the groom one day in church. Or - even better - that I get to stand beside him in choir.

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You know you're in for a rough night when it's 2:30 AM and you're standing on your front porch in your pajamas, trying to get a barking dog to be quiet while a disturbed bird who has chosen to build a nest in the eaves of your porch flaps around your head like something out of a Hitchcock movie.So last night wasn't what I'd call restful. That's all I'm saying.However, the sight of me trying to

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This morning around 4 I was awakened by Much Screaming And Wailing On The Part Of The Child, so I jumped out of bed and ran to the stairs. Before I could get past the landing, Alex started walking down the stairs to me, arms outstretched, breath ragged, tears flowing, and all he could manage to say was, "Mama? I'm wet."Which is officially the World's Greatest Understatement. I know because in

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These are THE BEST.Delta Red Beans and Ricefrom Southern Living 1 pound dried red beans6 cups water1 1/2 pounds smoked sausage, sliced (I use turkey Polska Keilbasa)1/2 pound cooked ham, cubed1 large sweet onion, chopped2 garlic cloves, pressed2 tablespoons olive oil1 bunch green onions, chopped1 cup chopped fresh parsley1 teaspoon salt1 teaspoon ground black pepper1/2 teaspoon sugar1/2 teaspoon

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Life has been a little on the crazy side lately. Good, but crazy. I may have mentioned that a time or nine.To help combat the craziness, I've been listening to a certain song - the first one on Chris Tomlin's new CD - every single morning this week, and it provides some much-needed perspective. I was ever-so-delighted when I found video of CT singing the song on YouTube - mainly because now I can

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Alex and I are heading to my hometown tomorrow so that we can go to a baby shower for my cousin Paige, who is expecting her first little bundle of joy in about a month. Those of you who have been reading here for awhile may remember that I got a bit, um, emotional when I found out that Paige was expecting, and while I don’t envy her swollen feet and legs right now, I’d give up just about anything

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Several of y'all have emailed me and said, "Hey, I thought y'all had a contract on another house, but your posts make it sound like you're looking for a house, and you're being sort of cryptic, and I find myself perplexed and confused."As well you should be, given the vagueness of my vaguery.So I will now attempt to clarify.Yes, we had (HAD) a contract on another house. It was very groovy and 70'

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"I’m part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I’m a disciple of His and I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I’m done and finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions,

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Our house has been on the market for almost two weeks now, and aside from the fact that I'm certain that it's never going to sell, EVER, it's going really well!And I totally get how ridiculous my despair is, seeing as how the housing market has slowed down and houses are staying on the market way longer than average, but the average time for a house to stay on the market in our neighborhood is

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So a few weeks ago I got a lovely package in the mail, and the package was instantly deemed Even Lovelier by yours truly when I realized that it contained large quantities of coffee for my perusal, consumption, and review.I haven't posted any sort of policy regarding product reviews on my blog, but just in case there's any confusion I'll say this: I'm going to be honest. I'm sure I would get way

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Alex has gone to sleep with his stuffed Froggy every night of his life.Until tonight. Because we cannot find Froggy anywhere.Which means that David and I have been looking in every corner and crevice of our house for the last hour.And I've never felt like more of a crazy woman.And I can't think of where to look next.Any suggestions?Update: Froggy has been located. He was behind the couch where

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If you haven't read it yet, this post over at Sarah's is hysterical. I laughed out loud.

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Last night, in an act of total bloggy spontanaiety, I found some illustrations I liked on istockphoto, downloaded them, and asked my hubby to work his Photoshop / Illustrator magic. He created my new banner while he was EATING A BOWL OF CHILI, so it's a tender memory, the revamping of the blawg.I also changed the color on the sides, and to do this I used the widely respected design method of

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A few days ago Alex and I had to get out of the house in a hurry because some people were coming by with a realtor. I had been cleaning and scrubbing and vacuuming since about 7:30 that morning, so by the time we made our hasty exit at 11, I was a mess. My hair wasn’t fixed, I hadn’t taken a shower, I was wearing zero make-up, and I had on these gaucho-ish workout pants that are not attractive in

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Today I've read a couple of thought-provoking posts on the topic of bravery.Head over to Toddled Dredge and Antique Mommy - two of my very favorite blogs - to see what they have to say.

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1. The "Project Runway" season finale is (not) tonight (I stand corrected - it's next week), and my excitement knows no bounds. I guess that's not saying a whole lot, because I'm a person who gets excited about, say, a new brand of salad dressing, so you'll just have to trust me when I tell you that I regard tonight as a Television Event (even if it's not the finale, it's still an Event), and as

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I have tons to talk about - "The Bachelor" (I'm with Big Mama - the ABC folks hauled in a whole new level of crazy for this season), the realtor caravan, the fancy new Lifeway store where Alex and I hung out this morning while the realtors were here, and the unsurpassed customer service I received from our insurance company when dealing with the claim for the unfortunate deer incident (seriously

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David went out of town Thursday.It is now Monday night.OH SWEET GOODNESS WHEN ARE THE REINFORCEMENTS ARRIVING?I should mention that The Child has been delightful. He has been sweet and affectionate and cooperative, and aside from his occasional tendency to want to bounce some form of action figure off of my face or my behind, we've done really well considering we have been together non-stop and

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And now, an announcement:Consumers can write into Reynolds Fun Shapes and explain why their bake sale needs “shaping up” for a chance to win a FunShapes “Shape Up Your Bake Sale” kit. Reynolds will be giving away sixty of these kits each week for six weeks starting September 22, 2006. Each kit includes a variety of FunShapes samples, a CD-rom with tips, recipes and signage for hosting a

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I bought Alex a costume today at Target when we were killing time during the Open House, and he put it on as soon as we got home.Since the moment he changed clothes, he will only answer to "Mr. Incredible" or "Dash."You can see that even Mr. Incredible needs his trusty V-Tech computer, because I think we all know that V-Tech computers are the computing tool of choice for superheroes.Well, at

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1 Open House this afternoon+1 out-of-town husband+1 three year old who has decided that he's Larry Boy________________________________________________________1 frazzled mama (who is hastily arranging Stunt Pillows and Artfully Askew coverlets, wishing there were some form of holster for Windex because I can't seem to keep Little Fingerprints off of the doors and coffee table and mirrors)More

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David is out of town this weekend, and initially I wasn't going to say anything about it, but then I figured that between our ear-piercing alarm system, my mad kah-rah-tay skillz, and my superhuman ability to shoot pools of fire from my eyes, well, we'll be fine.My friend Merritt is actually coming for a visit tonight with her little girl Molly - they're on their way to Atlanta to see Merritt's

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So, over the summer, I got a little out of control with the whole blogging thing. I got a little obsessive. A little consumed. I was all about the posting, the commenting, the Site Meter checking, the commiserating, the relationship building – the whole deal. But over the last couple of months I’ve felt like I needed to step back a little. Part of the reason for that is because of a “gentle

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My cousin Paige always says that when the weather is cool, deer like to move.Well she wasn't kidding.Alex and I were on the way to church tonight when a deer that was in fact on the move came in direct contact with my car, which was also on the move. Alex and I are fine.But the deer and the car, they didn't fare as well.I still don't know exactly what happened...Alex and I were riding along,

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For the last couple of days I have felt physically ill when I've thought of the shootings in Pennsylvania and the whole Mark Foley deal. When I think about those poor children in Lancaster my eyes fill up with tears, and when I think about Mark Foley my blood pressure shoots up to about 490 over 380, so I probably shouldn’t think about him for very long lest my heart explode.Normally I don't

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I would love to tell you that Alex came back home Sunday and transitioned seamlessly into our regular routine and our regular rules, and I guess technically I could tell you that, but it would be a lie, and seeing as how I punished Alex this afternoon for not telling me the truth about his alleged involvement with pushing the buttons on the TiVo, I should probably practice what I've been

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This post by Antique Mommy sums up so much of what I feel when I look at my own little man lately. Very bittersweet to watch the "baby" get older.This post by our friend Kevin is just beautiful. Love his heart.Finally, while I promise that I didn't write this postat my friend Big Mama's, I could have. OOOOOH I could have. And my OCD is in RARE form these last few days what with trying to get the

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This meme courtesy of my friend Barb...Favorite memory of your mother?I have lots of favorite memories of Mama - some sweet, some funny, some downright hard to believe. I don't think I can pick a favorite, although this one is certainly way up there.Another Mama Memory - and one I've never blogged about - is from the night David proposed. I was spending the weekend in my hometown, and I didn't

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Our house goes on the market Tuesday, which means that David and I have been in full-on home improvement mode since Thursday. And right now I'm really tempted to say that I've been "staging" my house because Emma Kate informed me this afternoon that the word "staging" really gets on her nerves, so I asked her what in the world would I call all the arranging and re-arranging if not "staging," and

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All my brain can piece together this morning are random bits of information. AREN'T YOU EXCITED?!?!?!?!1. One of you science-type people needs to conduct a study on what would no doubt be called The McDreamy Effect. Because just like phone usage shoots to its highest level on Mother's Day, phone calls and emails - at least on my end of the world - seem to drop to all-time lows between the hours

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I was only about thirty minutes into trying to get the house ready for the realtor when I realized that having a three year old “helper” was going to be an eye-opener. The last time David and I sold a house we didn’t have a child, and let’s just say that I was slightly unprepared for the challenges of “staging” a house for showing when there is an entire GeoTrax train set in the middle of a

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So tomorrow our realtor is coming to our house and putting it on the market. It's not particularly exciting news, I know, but it is a big thing for us because that means that somehow in the next twenty four hours we have to make this house look like we have walked around in Padded Socks for the past six years and only Gently Tippy-Toed on the carpet. Oddly enough, prospective buyers aren't

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When David’s grandmother, Sissie, fell this past weekend and broke her hip, we were understandably concerned. She’s 96, weighs about 100 pounds soaking wet, and she’s increasingly frail (which makes perfect sense what with her being 96 and 100 pounds and all).So when we got the news that her surgery to set the hip was scheduled for Sunday morning, David and his brother, who was here visiting,

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Y’all know that the level of my blogging addiction is severe enough that I rarely disappear from the computer for two or three days at a time. I mean, really, if there were some way for me to maintain a wireless internet connection at all points in my day – even from the car – I probably would. And I would say things like, “Alex, please don’t interrupt Mama when she’s trying to blog and drive at

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Be sure to check out a prayer request over at Blessed Assurances - if you click over you'll find details of a little guy who really needs our prayers.Also, David's grandmother, who's 96, fell and broke her hip yesterday...she's having surgery this morning. She hasn't been in too much pain, but she's very discouraged and her spirits are low.And in the praise department, check out Sarah's post from

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1. The Sassy Pants: Because I AM ALL ABOUT THE BLOGGY SACRIFICE, people, I snapped a picture at an incredibly awkward angle right before choir practice the other night, even though others must have thought me to be slightly insane. What with me taking a picture of my pants leg and all.And seriously: aren't they sassy?2. The Wri- Thing: Yeah, you know, whatever. Emailed one person with "

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So I got home from a little Mama-party tonight (it was WILD, I tell you - we ooh'd and aah'd over cooking utensils and then drank way too much ginger ale with raspberries while we perused catalogs with even more cooking utensils - WILD!) and visited with the family and got Alex tucked into bed and then came downstairs to check Bloglines. And there were maybe two new posts as opposed to the normal

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As a child, I would come thisclose to rolling my eyes whenever my daddy turned the radio dial to the country station that had a Southern Gospel Hour on Sunday mornings.WHO LISTENS TO THIS STUFF, I wondered.Well, as it turns out: me.And as an adult, I can't hear a Southern gospel song without singing along - and as David and Sister will attest, whether or not I know the words is of very little

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Today I put on some Sassy Pants that I got a couple of years ago. I had forgotten about them until I cleaned out my closet recently and rediscovered them, and oh, I could not wait until the first cool breeze hit this part of the country so that I could don said pants and be funky fresh for fall.Now when I initially got the pants, they fit okay, but I knew they’d fit better if I lost about ten

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Lauren at Created for HIS Glory is hosting a very special bloggy tour on October 1st.You can read all the details here.Mark your calendars!

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A few days ago I saw some girls who were obviously in the middle of a terribly important discussion. They were about fourteen, totally into their conversation except for the occasional necessity of reading a text message or replying to one. I couldn't help but think about when I was their age, and really, I shudder a little bit when I remember the sheer awkwardness that was the hallmark of my

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Okay.Did anybody else see "Oprah" yesterday?Because Oprah and Gayle set out on a cross country trip in a Chevrolet, and I laughed out loud and clapped my hands while I watched. I really think that Gayle and Emma Kate are somehow related, so similar are their personalities (and p.s. - Gayle sings just like my friend Tracey in that she is a bit, um, tonally, um, challenged, which tickles me to no

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This post of Antique Mommy's CRACKED ME UP.And if you're not reading her blog regularly, I have but one question for you:WHY?:-)Enjoy.

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It's really a wonder that Emma Kate and I ever became roommates. We were only acquaintances, really, until our sophomore year when we were both elected to offices in our sorority (EK had a "real" office because she was pledge trainer; I had a comparatively "fake" office because I was essentially just in charge of writing thank you notes) and required to move in the Chi O house as a result. For

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Sometime in the wee hours this morning I woke up and heard Alex talking. He had gotten out of his bed, walked downstairs, come into our room, and apparently decided that he'd just talk until one of us decided to talk back to him. So I asked him what he wanted, and he said, "Oh, Mama! I want some chocolate candy!"I explained that he couldn't have chocolate candy what with it being DARK O'CLOCK and

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The mamas at Alex's Mother's Day Out are an intimidatingly (is that a word? it is now, I guess) fashionable bunch. Even their workout clothes are cute, because apparently there are entire workout ensembles that one can purchase and lo, even wear when exercising. It probably goes without saying that said ensembles are a smidge more sophisticated than the t-shirts and shorts you'll find in my

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Before I begin, I feel somewhat obligated to tell you that I just took a bite of a Hershey's nugget, and my immediate reaction was, "Hey. This tastes like Cheetos." But instead of spitting it out, I let it settle into my "palate" a bit, and you know, chocolate with a hint of cheesiness is actually pretty good.But it may not be a great idea to keep chocolate so close to industrial-sized bags of

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Okay. Most of y'all know that Emma Kate is my best friend from college.And probably most of y'all know - because you read Sarah's blog - that Erin is one of her best friends from college.So about a month ago Erin, who has a blog of her own now, emailed me a sweet note and mentioned where she lived and I was all, "NO WAY - my friend Emma Kate only lives about 30 minutes from you." We emailed some

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Okay so let's just say - hypothetically, of course - that late yesterday afternoon I couldn't stand it any longer, and because I am but a weak vessel, my car magically steered itself to the nearest Dairy Queen where I enjoyed a delicious peanut butter cup Blizzard.Because it totally happened, except for the whole "car magically steered itself" part. You see, I actually drove my car WITH GREAT

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The Southern girl in me should've known to post a video of somebody falling. But still - those anchorpeople were FUNNY.Perhaps this will serve as my pennance.:-)There's a "real" post forthcoming. Todd just keeps sending me funny stuff and I get all sidetracked.

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So stuff is obviously going on in everyone else's lives, since I opened Bloglines this morning and discovered, oh, eleventy billion posts for my reading pleasure. Meanwhile, here I sit in Alabama, staring at the monitor and thinking, "Hmmm. You know? A peanut butter cup Blizzard from Dairy Queen might be tasty." Or, once my thought process gets really fired up, "Hmmm. Dancing With The Stars

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I am deeply embarrassed that I posted about the whole "wri-" thing. Looking back it just sort of reeks of teenage angst, and since I'm over a decade and a half removed from my teenage days, re-reading that post makes me feel all icky and self-indulgent. And "icky" is a terribly mature word, in case you didn't notice.In other news, I am "encouraging" Alex to stay on the potty until he takes care

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I haven't been at the top of my bloggy game for the last couple of days...September has a way of piling up on me, and this last week has been a real reminder of that. Alex started back to Mother's Day Out ("PRAISE THE LORD! PRAISE THE LORD! OUR GOD IS WORTHY OF GLORY!"), I had a crazy two or three days with my secret undercover work for rogue government agencies, I've been helping to plan a

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Toni emailed me this, and I had to share.Maybe I'll try this tactic in Walmart later this afternoon....

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Okay, I just remembered something I've been meaning to tell y'all. When I did the post about the big news at the new church in Tupelo - which, granted, was basically just a series of questions - Emma Kate called me the next day. We talked for awhile, but she never mentioned the post, and finally I said, "Hey, I wrote about your church yesterday." She said, "OH! GOOD! I'll have to read that. All

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Shalee has written a a great post about God giving her the strength to endure a recent sacrifice, and she's added a Mr. Linky so that the rest of us can participate, too. If you have a post - either new or old - that addresses (come on, now! TESTIFY! GLORY!) :-) God's mercy at a particular point in your life, head over to Shalee's and add your link. I can't wait to sit down and go through every

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When I was a little girl, I always sang in the choir at church. One of my first church memories is singing “Go, Tell It On The Mountain” at a Methodist church in my hometown. For some reason I had a solo, and I think that was mainly because I wasn’t shy and wouldn’t cry if forced to perform in front of a large-ish group of people. (By the way, I'm still not shy and still don't mind being in front

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My friend Norma gave me this recipe a couple of months ago, and I've made it at least six or seven times since then. It's perfect for breakfast when you have company or for a wedding or baby shower where you're serving brunch. It's great with orange rolls and fruit - and so, so pretty when it comes out of the oven.Crescent Roll Breakfast Casserole1 12 oz. package bacon, chopped and fried (reserve

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This past weekend David and Alex went to see David’s mother and grandmother, who live together in the house where D. grew up. David’s mother, Martha, has never met a retail establishment she didn’t like. On the other hand, Sissie, who's David's grandmother, abhors anything remotely related to shopping, but she does hold a special place in her heart for grandchildren and chocolate, both of which

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Cheryl tagged me for this meme, and since I still owe her the whole Novel Idea meme thingy that was going around a few weeks back, I figured I'd better take care of this one ASAP lest the Meme Police come after me.Record usage of the letter combination "me" in the above paragraph, by the way.1. If you make sweet tea, do you use Luzianne, Lipton or _______ whatever your brand is? Luzianne - I find

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In the I-couldn't-make-this-up-if-I-wanted-to-department, last night, in my dream, Antique Mommy and I foiled a terrorist plot.Oh yeah we did.I think we were successful because of our collective love for the short, choppy sentence combined with our deep and abiding affection for all things David Sedaris - who, I believe, would be simply delighted - albeit a bit disturbed - by his role as the

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We've known for a couple of weeks that Labor Day '06 was going to be chock-full-o-activity. We had plans to attend a party at my aunt's, then hop over to Jackson for a surprise party for David's best friend. We thought we'd leave on Friday so that we wouldn't be rushed, spend a leisurely weekend with all our people, and then come back this way Monday. It was going to be a thing of beauty, the

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...seems all better now.And I didn't mean you had to comment on MY posts, sweet internets. Trust me - when it comes to commenters, I feel well-loved indeed. Whether you comment or not, I'm just glad that you're here. :-)I just meant you might want to comment on the OTHER posts that you visit as you make your way through Mr. Linky.That was all.Carry on. :-)

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...with Site Meter. With my Site Meter, at least.It's telling me that I've had 22 vistors so far today, and since I've had more than that number comment since 7 this morning, and since that number is way less than the number Site Meter was giving me at 7 this morning, I think they're having some technical difficulties.All that to say: when you visit someone's post (one that's listed in Mr. Linky

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We’re going out of town this weekend (ATTENTION, ALL AREA THIEVES!), and I will once again find myself at the mercy of my parents’ dial-up. I don’t know if y’all remember, but when we did the whole Tour of Homes thing I was also at my parents’ house and wrasslin' with their dial-up, and boy, that was a real, um, treat when I tried to load all my high-resolution pictures into my post.Ahem.It was a

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