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Monthly Archives: July 2012

The Master for the Master

The Master for the Master

This is my favorite master bedroom.
Even though it’s dark brown, and there’s an enormous antique holding  my plates….  the coffered ceiling and bed spread from soft surroundings does just that:
Creates a soft and fluffy surrounding!
Check them out!

One would think one would bother to shut the drawers of her empire dresser before taking pictures…
but hey ~ at least the clothes are actually in the drawers and not on the floor, right?
Unfortunately, the builder feels the strong need to use the same tile, shower, bathtub, sinks, light fixtures and vanities in all of the houses he builds. Luckily….there’s wallpaper. It makes all the difference in the world.

Dearest New Web Designer

Dearest Kelly,

My fabulous new web designer,

Hope all is well in your world. I know that we are on a time crunch because I am taking my own life into my hands

flying to Philadelphia for the writers conference next week and needed to have up my new site. The one thing you asked of me was “write up your About Me page and send it to me ASAP!”

I want you to know that I did indeed finish it and was truly planning on sending it to you but I am currently a lil tied up:


chasing children

slaving over a hot stove

sipping margaritas

On a unplanned, last minute/halfway thought out spur of the moment family vacation in Hilton Head, SC. I’m here with a wide age variety of children which include: 16, 2, 5, 10, and 12. We are experiencing true family bonding as we are sharing a two bedroom condo. Unfortunately, My About Me page is either:

A. Hidden at the bottom of my nephews diaper pail

B. Used as a lip stick blotter in the my daughters caboodle


C. Most likely, back home in Georgia (on the other computer) and not with me.

I’m so sorry and really thought I was bringing it with me to finish up. I should be back home Saturday or Sunday at the latest. For future projects, I just discovered this new cool feature; DROPBOX, where I can write then save a file and put it in DROPBOX. Then VOILA! It woulda already been in my laptop. (Oh yeah, you’re the one who sent me the link to DROPBOX this morning)

Thank you for your understanding and I will be in touch soon,



He’s Leaving on a Jet Plane

We were very, very meticulous about packing for DC. I got Jake his own debit card, had all his paperwork in order; somebody was paid to meet him at the airport when he landed and personally drive him to the conference. His fees were paid, snacks packed, cash was in his pocket. And tickets. Let’s not forget those lil magic pieces of paper that get us from point A to point B.Yep, he’d definitely be needing tickets; especially considering he’d be flying solo.

For the first time EVER.

This morning the Honey met up with us so he could take us to the airport. I’d never flown out of the Columbia airport before and wanted to make sure I wasn’t screwing up and putting my child on a plane to Arizona or something dreadful by mistake. I tend to do foolish things when I’m nervous.

And this morning, I was extremely nervous.

It’s a very daunting task to just drop your 16 year off, pat him on the back and say “see ya later, alligator! Don’t jump on the wrong plane! Don’t make friends with any weird people on the plane, make sure you pick up your luggage and not somebody elses. Oh and hey while I’m thinking about it ~

Please don’t:

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To say the least.

And son, we don’t know anybody in Washington, so if you get confused about where to go or get violent salmonella, you’re on your own pal.”

Told you I was a little nervous, didn’t I?

When we dropped Jake off, the attendant wouldn’t let the Honey walk in with us because somebody had to stay with the car. I walked him in, got his ticket and headed towards the gate. I even brought my camera to take a farewell pic for yall. See?

The loving farewell hug between a mother and her son on his first solo voyage.

What, you can’t see it?

Look closer.

You can’t see… because there aint gonna be..

Any picture taken.


With my lips quivering and my hands shaking, I didn’t want Jake to see his momma start blubbering it up so I gave him a quick hug and dashed out the airport. I had to abandon the picture idea because I knew I would lose it and I didn’t want Jake to worry. I musta had a very sour look on my face when I got back into the car because the Honey thought I was mad at him for not walking us in and tried his best to explain that the airport attendant wouldn’t let him leave the car.

I stared straight ahead in silence and then, before we even left the air port terminal….

The flood gates opened:


girl crying cartoon

I hate it when the flood gates are opened.

20 minutes later, I get a text from Jake.

So far, he hasn’t been raped, attacked or bludgeoned. Instead:

He’s on the plane, sipping coca cola, popping pretzels and reading a book….

Having a fine ole time.