Reporting from Marietta

Yesterday at 11am 84% of our belongings were on I-16 headed towards the coast. This is the road that I will live on once I actually make this move (and please remind me then that this road is a BORE without a restroom or gas station for miles on end.) 11% of our things along with my dog and my husband were in Brad's truck on I-75 racing to meet the truck at our new address. And the remaining leftover -5% was in my car cramping Brooks as we traveled around the Perimeter on 285. Talk about having moving parts all over the place! Luckily today the moving truck has come and gone and half of the family has moved to Savannah. You would think Brooks and I are just pretending that this whole shindig isn't really happening because we are still here in the metro-area, eating at our favorite eateries (for the real last time) and doing our favorite things. Actually, we stayed in town for some doctors appointments and my 10 year reunion this weekend where Brad will join us again. Oh, to be a real family again with a normal gas budget as opposed to a tremendous commuting 2nd mortgage type expense on gas. Oh to be a real family again and actually share toothpaste and deodorant (yes, we share deodorant. Cute isn't it? (or gross?)) Oh to be a real live happy family again all together in one happy home! This Sunday we will finally make that reality but until then I am running at the mountain, eating cookies at Alons, stuffing my face with salsa and guacamole at Taqueria Del Sol and enjoying every ounce of living at home again. I love mornings at my parents house. The sun comes over the mountain and I am able to sit still just a little bit. Whether that is because I don't have my things to clean or organize and most of my people are inside the perimeter - I don't care, I just like it out here and it certainly gets me excited to live in a house without an elevator and a parking garage and with a view of the sun in the mornings!

Unfortunately, Brad has the cord to plug up the camera so I can't show you the pictures of Brooks and I cleaning the condo yesterday. Unfortunately for Brooks his dad has all of his clothes sans a few cute outfits that I was so excited for him to wear this week but his mama forgot that the end of September means the slow start of fall and thus, cooler temperatures! This morning Nana-Nise (her name for now) had Brooks in her fuzzy socks up to his thighs to keep him warm. So today we are going to find some fall outfits for our sweet little guy. Oh, I hope it feels like fall in Savannah too! There is something about fall that gets my blood flowing and my emotions stirring!

Here is a picture that I may use to put Brad in time out when I see him. This morning I was sent a picture of my bed in my new house in my new town with my DOG ON MY WHITE BEDSPREAD! I don't have too many rules but this certainly breaks the one I have....and if I didn't miss these two so much I would be a little perturbed.

Moving day

Here are the re-caps:
First of all, don't worry too hard about us...we just got back from eating our favorite ice-cream at Yogurberry. Moving is rough, I tell you.....

There have only been minimal tears. Everytime I see a box with my name on it I do get a little teary.

We found two of Amos' old antlers in the couch...he'll be so happy.

They ran out of boxes for my shoes after commenting that they had never seen that many pairs. That was after throwing out 3 bags last week. Disgusting.

Brooks is with grandma and is loving life.

I am at my neighbors making cookies for the movers. Life seems normal doesn't it?


Check back soon! Thanks for the prayers and well wishes!

Hey daddy!

(I wanna be a kappa-deee--iiiiiii--iiii, hey daddy...) Sorry, I can't say that without reverting to sorority rush at Georgia. I wasn't even a kappa-deee-iiii-iiiii but I sure do remember that (annoyoing) catchy song.

Anyway, here is what we have been up to dad! We are ready for you to come spend our last weekend in the Big A. Come home!!!!
We turned 4 months this week and weighed in at a hefty 15.15lbs (but have on a 9 month outfit due to my impressive weight gain!)

We helped mom do the endless laundry. Actually, I made her start to do it because she kept putting it off all week!

We went to our friend Whit's house to have some boy time.

We had a meeting with all of our fluffy crib-pets. It went well. You would be so proud!

4 days left, 4 months old, those ankle boots

The condo is in turmoil. It's insides have turned out. It's cabinets have vomited all over the floors and anything that ever hung on its walls is now in some random pile of stuff that only I know the category of the pile. The 2 year old cosmetics and toiletries that inhabited it's drawers are now down the garbage chute and 4 of Amos' toys have been rediscovered....atleast someone enjoys some benefits of this purging process. We have 4 days until the moving van blocks half of the traffic going north on Peachtree. Yesterday I did find myself dreaming of our new home. I can't believe I just wrote that. After months of quite a fuss from me I am actually getting (gulp) sort of excited about the "new." More so, I am excited to set up a "home" in Savannah, compete with grass and a free standing mailbox and a real fireplace (rather than the digital one on HDt in the 800's channels that served as our fireplace the last few years. Do you know what I am talking about?). I have so many ideas about this new home that just keep me up at night. Where will our new light blue couch go and how can I make this place a haven for Brad to come home to? But more importantly, what do you do when you add 1000 square feet to your living quarters?

These last 4 days I will hit up my favorite Atlanta establishments. Don't worry - I will have to post separately on those places. These last 4 days I will take my last 4 walks in the neighborhood across the street. If I do the math - I have walked or run those streets nearly (52weeks X atleast 4 times a week X 5 years) 1000 times!!!! Thank goodness the rain rain went away so I can add 4 more to the tally.

Today is also the little man's 4 month birthday. He is napping right now on his side like every good-flat headed boy should do so we won't wake him for pictures yet but there will be pictures to come. Speaking of heads, we go to Dr. Pip today and I can't get there soon enough to hear his professional opinion on Brooks head shape. I know I joke about this lightly but really, I think about it every time he is on his back even for a quick diaper change. I am so grateful for Brooks' health. There are so many things that could go wrong at any moment but Brooks is very healthy and thus very happy but this little possible-situation follow me everywhere. Hopefully Dr. Pip will have some encouraging words for us today. I know he will be happy to see Brooks' little cheeks and 3 - count them, 3, rolls of baby fat above his knee. He gets his second round of shots too so mama and I are going to take him to his favorite place for lunch and give him extra love and kisses today.
Happy 4 month birthday Mr. Brooks! About this time 4 months ago I was convincing the nurse at Northside that I wasn't in labor as I dropped to a squat position to get through what I denied was a contraction. Yes, your mama likes things to happen on her schedule and this was not on her schedule. I can't wait to take his 4 month pictures today because he is so interactive and playful. 4 months is my favorite month so far.....so sweet and happy all of the time! 1 month and 2 month are on another computer but look at the bug's growth...



Shifting topics from labor to shoes. I don't normally use this blog to throw my opinions around but I think that is because I really don't have a strong opinion about much these days. You know....I'm finding myself so I am not even sure most of the time what 'myself' likes or dislikes. But I can confirm - I do not like these ankle boots that are all the rage this season. I know they are trendy and they show the thinnest part of a woman's body - the ankle, so therefore, they are supposedly ultra flattering but I have never been less of a fan of anything. There are some things I liked about the 80's - Punky Brewster, jelly slippers, and slap bracelets but not these ankle booty things. Mark my words - I may not know much about my likes/dislikes these days but I do not get these shoes. I am sure the moment I post this I will see a friend and reader of the blog at lunch sporting their new pair of precious little boots and I will feel silly but that's okay. I am sure they look great on you but on a larger-footed woman like myself they look like mini-houses covering my feet. Too much shoe, I detest.

What we do when it rains for 6 days

Newsflash: It's raining in Atlanta. It's actually raining over the entire lower right quadrant of the United States. The radar map is green and orange with no end in sight. Brooks isn't quite sure what to do with himself in all of this rain so I've tried to make it an educational week. Here are some thing we've done....
Oh, and before I entertain you with our activities of the week - do you think if I were to buy new rain boots that the rain would stop? Kinda like if you hide a spare key outside of your house after locking yourself out of the house multiple times then you'll never do it again??? Cause I really want some new rain boots. I found these below with WEDGES! I love wedges but unfortunately they won't ship out of the UK. Anyone going soon?

So, this week we have learned how to sit in the exersaucer. I am a little worried about the kids eye sight because he doesn't seem to notice the toys surrounding him yet. Rather, he follows me all around the condo. Pretty endearing huh?
And we have played in our jumperoo with the rain behind us. What other kid gets to play in his jumperoo overlooking Peachtree Street? He surely won't hear these cars in the new house in Savannah so I took the time to tell him about the cars and the rain and the people walking by. He just likes to listen to anyone talk about anything. Oh, and after too much talk he slapped me on the head and said leave me alone so I can nap and he did just that. Actually, I went away for a second and I came back to this.....

We also made bran muffins to send with Brad for breakfast this week. He won't eat them because he won't eat breakfast unless I literally watch him do it but I feel good about our attempt.

We packed away all of Brooks' newborn clothes. Tear tear. Seriously, how could he have ever been so wittle (yes, said with the "w" sound)? I remember looking at this one pair of monkey pajamas thinking he would never be able to fill them and sure enough his toes are scrunched in the bottom if I even try to put him in them.

We cried a little. Yes, don't tell Brad I told you this but WE did. We started taking things off the walls Friday evening nearly an hour before a dinner date with friends. Not smart. We talked about the moving in process and remembered hanging all of the pictures in our first few months of marriage. I had short hair and Amos was brown and fluffy and we were one less person in our family. Brad said that this condo feels like a condo for three....not Brooks' condo because we did share a brief 10 months before pregnancy and a baby. So, this next place can be Brooks'. We can start memories with him in kayaks on the water and learning to walk in the grass rather than right off Peachtree road.

Oh, and we watched the Falcons WIN! I loved their red helmets today and think they looked quite dapper if you can look that while playing football. Brooks watched too. I know this isn't the best thing for his development but Brad says you have to start him young when it comes to football. Oh, boys.......

Lastly, we MADE Brooks lay on his right cheek for his nap. This was a process because there is a magnet in his left cheek that is super powered whenever he takes naps. A few weeks we began to "question" not "worry" over the childs flatness of his head. So in our own attempt to keep him from having to wear a helmet we have made him nap on his tummy. Only problem now, he only lays on one cheek so now we are wondering about a flat face on one side? There are way too many things to consider when having kids at home. There is nothing sweeter than a baby napping.....


RAIN RAIN GO AWAY AND COME AGAIN ANOTHER DAY!!!!

Joy in the little things

Brooks is learning to say his name, I am convinced. For several weeks he only knew the "ahhhhhhh" sound but today at grandma's house he started with the "bbbbbbbb" sound. Along with his new sound comes the drool.....the endless drool and baby bubbles. And this, my dear readers is about the cutest noise I've ever heard and the sweetest drool I've ever seen. How in the world can my heart grow any bigger to allow anymore love for this little babbling boy? He flirts with me and anyone who will listen to him all day long and I just eat his little cheeks off with kisses all the while. Oh, there is so much joy watching the little thing learn about the world around him. Yesterday he viewed the world from the heights of the jumperoo-thing. Thanks, sweet mama-to-be, Sherri, for this perfect gift.


And how much joy does this well up in your little heart? My little brother is getting married next month and today mama and my sister and I hosted a shower for his precious bride to be. It dawned on me just today that this means I will get another sister to play with on the holidays and in between! Here is the dessert we served at the shower. The taste was about a 6 but the presentation was definitely a 10. Joy joy joy joy joy.....

Lastly, red dresses and red toes. My sweet friend and I enjoyed the most wonderful pedicure last Monday that I have ever experienced. It was certainly the company that made the trip but Holly, my nail artist, and the extra long foot massage helped. Oh, and the red polish! I love red toes no matter how in or out of style they may be. Today to match my red toes I found a red dress in my closet. The dress gets a 10. The dress on me gets a 6 again but I just love red and it makes me feel sassy no matter if it's on my toes or my shoulders. It may have been raining all day but I was vibrant and red and felt like a million bucks! More joy.....
P.S. Isn't the baby's daddy handsome in red, too? GO DAWGS!

16 weeks going on 16 months

Here are some pictures of our nearly-4 month old. I agree, he looks about the size of a 7 month old but his activity level is certainly that of a not yet 4 month old which prompts many puzzled looks from admiring strangers. Lately when we are out and about before people even question his age I just say, "yes, I know, he hasn't skipped a meal in his first 4 months." I am proud of my well-nourished little guy and he seems just fine and happy so no concerns here...
The last picture is what it looks like when your mother leaves you sitting but you don't know how to sit and she runs to get her camera. Poor roly-poly!

P.S. - When does ones hair stop coming out in clumps everytime you touch it after having a baby? I am mortified. Answers PLEASE!

Hello today

It's 10 til 2 and I just got out of the bath tub. Often I can't believe the sequence of my days. Did I really ever wear pantyhose (actually no, I despise them) so - heels, rather, and go to a big girl job everyday by 7am? Have I really ever experienced conversation at the water cooler? Now my conversations are so much more meaningful but so less verbose with the little guy around. Anyway, today is a good day and one I hope to savor. I wheeled Brooks into his room in his stroller because he fell asleep finally after a long morning without a nap. Like any sane mother would do I turned on his sound machine, shut the door and acted like he was in his crib taking a real nap. It has taken me 3+ months to learn that Brooks should nap at home and that is when I either A) Nap too or B) Get stuff done. For the first trimester of the kiddos life I had him out in the car all day and I thought that him sleeping when I was out was a blessing but when you come home from all those errands and you are exhausted from lugging the car seat in and out of the car, all you want to do is crash, and, unfortunately, not babble with your sweet little baby. Can I get an "Amen?" So, I have finally learned and I try to atleast have Brooks in his fancy crib full of fancy crib bedding that I just had to have - for atleast one nap a day. We'll see how long this lasts but please try to hold me to it!

I tell you all of this because I can honestly say that right now I feel like I am catching my breath for the first time since May. I am in a bath robe and it is 2pm. No t.v, no visitors, no lunch dates with friends, nothing to do, and a sleeping baby in his stroller. And because of all of the above factors - I will only blog to you for a moment because when I am riding to and fro around the city finding things that must be done my heart is slowly deteriorating.

This time, it isn't over the fact that we will soon be making a new home for ourselves. No, this underlying feeling of my heart slowly being suffocated is do to my busyness....uh um (clearing my throat)...my EXTREME NEED for busyness seemingly ALL THE TIME (please read with drama).

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I CONFESSED THIS RATHER ON PAPER (well, virtual paper) or in my head or to you in a long conversation????? I truly pray that part of this move is about finding margin and some idle time in my daily schedule. How can my heart follow hard after a God that I make little time to know? I am not saying that I have to sit down with a bible open for hours on end in order to connect with my Father (though that would be paradise right now). Simply, I know that we all just need to listen a little to our hearts and allow the Lord to really talk to us. I confess, I am always running to point A but thinking about how I am going to get to point B and if I brought the present I meant to bring, all the while calling point "C" to make sure about something...and so on and so on. But I can truly say that even while I am running in circles throughout my day - my heart is not my own. My heart stirs and tugs and beckons me to go home and to sit still and to do nothing and to read and to pray and to get to know myself again, the woman that God created me to be. Only when I know myself better, and know my inadequacies and allow them to penetrate my heart can I truly recognize my need for grace and thus my need for a Savior. I have become like the woman I never wanted to be - I think that more discipline will lead to more fruit in my life. But the opposite is so true, more of my utter helplessness before God will produce those good fruits of patience and kindness and self-control (oh, I crave that one!) and joy....yes, more of me falling on my knees and confessing my helplessness will bring out that perfect joy that my heart so desires.

So I tell you all this because my heart is heavy and it isn't supposed to be that way. Before I got in my bubble bath (by the way, the bubbles were from baby shampoo - what a treat! Kids are worth any trouble just to be able to have baby shampoo around) I read a blog that I tend to read every so often. Sweet Darby doesn't know me at all though I feel like we'd like each other very much. Her words today were very powerful to me and seemed to be so fitting for what my heart has been aching over. Would you read them, too, and enjoy and maybe slow down a little bit today with me? Thank you cyber-friend, Darby.


Now, I’m going to make a very drastic subject change to prayer. From house renovating to PRAYER… just like that. Our Associate Pastor is teaching our Sunday school class and going through a book called A Praying Life . I don’t have the book {yet} but his lesson this morning was on “Learning to Be Helpless”. Basically Paul Miller {the author} says that prayer is taking our helplessness to Jesus, admitting that we cannot fix things on our own. I know my prayer life suffers because so often I am not weak before the Father. Instead of coming to him in weakness and helplessness I either don’t come to him at all or ask for “help to keep it all together” when in reality I have nothing together at all. He says that strong Christians pray more not because they’re more disciplined but because they more aware of and recognize their own weakness. Weakness is the channel that allows them to access grace. Edith Schaeffer {author and wife of Frances Schaeffer} was asked, “Who is the greatest Christian woman alive today?” She replied, “We don’t know her name. She is dying of cancer somewhere in a hospital in India.” Miller says, “I’m talking about that woman. Underneath her obedient life is a sense of helplessness. It has become part of her very nature… almost like breathing. Why? Because she is weak. She can feel her restless heart, her tendancy to compare herself to others. She is shocked at how jealousy can well up in her. She notices how easily the world gets its hooks into her. In short, she distrusts herself. When she looks at other people, she sees the same struggles. The world, the flesh and the devil are too much for her. The result? Her heart cries out to God in prayer. She needs Jesus.”

I need what this woman has, not the cancer and hospital bed in India. I want her sense of helplessness, I taste of it regularly but I don’t breathe it. Too often I trust myself. The lesson this morning was about praying, not blogging but I couldn’t help but think about what is my purpose in all of this? I think about it a lot. What makes me think that any of you actually care that I took my handrail down out front of my house or that I painted my brick because it didn’t match. In general, blogging does not provoke a poor spirit or a spirit of helplessness. I just want to be completely honest with you all that I struggle with this on a regular basis. I sit down to type a post and think is this for His glory or my own? And sometimes I can’t tell. But if I daily came here and told you how rotten I am, how I walk around in the world look at people, compare myself to others, judge others, get frustrated with my children and husband {and yell at them} it would be a very different blog. I guess, I always want to be clear that I am a big sinner, that my hope is in Christ, that in my own strength I can do nothing but I have a Savior who is bigger than my sinful self. I share my interests and hobbies with you and it is my prayer that my conversations will always be seasoned with salt…. that you can taste of the goodness of Christ and be encouraged.

I can count it on my fingers

Before we were wed nearly two short years ago everyone would ask me if I was ready (whatever that entails???) and really until I could count how many days I had left on my two hands until the big day it didn't register that my whole world was about to change. For the good of course....

Well, now we are 13 nights away from our move to Savannah. I just stopped breathing.
13 NIGHTS!!!!! I can about name what I am doing everyone of those nights and about everyone of those days from now until then, too, and that is even more overwhelming. It seems that we won't slow down until about this time next month after we move, attend my high school reunion (crazy!), and see my brother get married. But we have realized that is how we operate around here - all or nothing. So, I'll start making a list.

I remember when there were just 12 days before I would become a new last name. That was the day I made the ultimate list. Probably one of the most exciting things for me was making this list of things left to do and seeing the things left to do crossed off the list one by one. I cherish my lists and there is evidence of that all over our house, in my car, taped tp my bathroom window, and, in the "tasks" on my phone. This particular list was a page and a half of college ruled notebook paper of the tasks ranging from pick up wedding band to get the wine for communion during the ceremony (which I forgot to do to even though somehow it was crossed off...which became a highlight of the wedding....faking the communion) to make a cd of music for the breaks from the band - and this was a necessary element to someone like me who has only dreamt her whole life of the dancing that MUST take place at her wedding rather than the dress she might wear.

I am looking at this heirloom antique piece of notebook paper now and I'm just a little weepy to be honest. This paper representing more than just the words on the paper is a true masterpiece. Two years have flown by and how I wish I could throw that kind of party again....all of my favorite people with my favorite foods, outside under a perfectly cool and starry night, with the best music, all of my family in attendance and enjoying the company, my cowboy boots on, a beautiful message of the gospel by our dear friend, Gary, and my co-guest of honor was the person that knows me best. My wedding night will truly be remembered as the most special night of my life, first, because I began the new chapter with Brad, and, secondly because I felt fully understood by everyone there. It was the best expression of us...the way God had made Brad and I and crafted our individual stories to collide into one story. Somehow to me, that night represented that story perfectly down to every last detail. Maybe it was my fully crossed off beautiful list that insured us the most perfect night??? I think so......(Haha)

So maybe that is why this move has made me wish for a party again. It's not that I think we will even be missed enough to have a party thrown for us. We may even be back before some people realize we have gone. So, on my to-do list that I started to create yesterday nearly half of the entries relate to the party that I want to happen (in the next 13 nights) to be able to say farewell (for now) to so many dear friends. I really don't know what this adventure holds for us. We've had some great times with some very special friends here in Atlanta and though I know that there is an adventure waiting and some very good things in store for our family in the low country- I can't help but think of the sweet friends we have made here in Atlanta, the rich conversations, the yummy dinners at so many of our favorite places, and the overall feeling that we were part of God's story here. We won't know right away why our paths crossed with so many special friends here or why for a few years we were able to be close in proximity to part of our family or why we made this little condo "home" for longer than we expected but I know that this was all part of our big-collided story.

Tomorrow I will actually begin the process of moving. I have pushed the inevitable off long enough. Tomorrow it is time to put on my big girl panties and open my arms to this new adventure. This is our story and I certainly don't want to miss one more day of it clinging to my comfortable life here in Brookhaven. Tomorrow I will start by cleaning out my closet and dresser of madness. Maybe this move I will actually part with my clothes from high school? That task has been on one of many lists for several years now.

The countdown has begun......pass me the tissues, please, and let's start checking things off the "to-do" list. Lists sure make everything seem like just a big task to be completed rather than an emotional event so I'll just hold tight to my list to the next two weeks and catch my breath when might feet are in Savannah!
Oh, and the above picture is a picture of the tidal creek at the back of our new yard. I can tell many a nights will be spent on this deck overlooking the marsh and the water dreaming our days away.
P.S. - I just added " GET KAYAKS" in bold letters onto my "to-do" list!

Here we are about two years ago checking off the first item on "the list" - stuff the invitations! We made even this chore fun....





Just because I like this picture....here we are playing on a barrel of hay because that is what I thought you did when you travelled to South Georgia and needed a "save-the-date" quickly! Play on barrel of hay. Check.

How can you help but change this kids diapers? He giggles when he is sitting in his own mess. And believe me, after this photo shoot there was quite a mess that you can't even see.











This is how I get things done during the day. How he sleeps while bouncing up and down in this thing I don't know....








We started sleeping in a "sleeping bag" for juniors last night rather than being swaddled. I'm not a fan of the design of this little masterpiece but the functionality is superb. Let's hope night #2 goes well, too!

Eat your veggies!

I stole this from a friends blog. Well, we'd be friends I am sure if we were to see eachother more often but I read her blog so we are friends right? Anywho, since Brooks joined our family I have been extremely interested in healthier eating habits...not just cutting out the chips and salsa three times a week but the real deal - eliminating fake sugars and trying to eat more things from the ground rather than the yummy but yucky processed stuff. This of course cuts out diet coke and animal crackers- two things I have lived off of for nearly 10 years now. My husband laughs at my crazy antics but I know one day he may see the good in my new found way of eating. I saw this email posted on Tyler's blog and it just made me dance. Read on and eat some veggies today!
(PS - this justifies my guacamole and salsa intake every week right??/ Tomatoes and avocados???)


A sliced Carrot looks like the human eye. The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye... And YES, science now shows carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.

A Tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart has four chambers and is red. All of the research shows tomatoes are loaded with lycopine and are indeed pure heart and blood food.

Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.

A Walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds on the nut are just like the neo-cortex. We now know walnuts help develop more than three (3) dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.

Kidney Beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.

Celery, Bok Choy, Rhubarb and many more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don't have enough sodium in your diet, the body pulls it from the bones, thus making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.

Avocadoes, Eggplant and Pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female - they look just like these organs. Today's research shows that when a woman eats one avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight, and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? It takes exactly nine (9) months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).

Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of Sperm as well to overcome male sterility.

Sweet Potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.

Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries

Oranges, Grapefruits, and other Citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.

Onions look like the body's cells. Today's research shows onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells. They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes. A working companion, Garlic, also helps eliminate waste materials and dangerous free radicals from the body

Labor Day weekend in pictures

Disclaimer: HUsband asked to be removed from these cute pics as he didn't think his lounging "look" was too cute for the w-w-w. I disagreed and thus, here are the pictures undedited. Aren't these boys cute?


When dad is home in the mornings we read books and eat eggs. Just kidding - no eggs yet but I love to read!


Even though the Bulldawgs forgot how to play football this year I had fun tailgating with all of my UGA friends.


Happy Birthday to my South Georgia grandma!! I love her so much! (I don't love pink balloons so much.)


Earlier this week my friend Whit and I got together for lunch and some boy time. We are 5 days apart and we both like to eat!

Of late

Wednesday evening we took a stroll down our peaceful street called Peachtree. The leaves on the trees were hopping around from the flirtatious wind that come upon the city that day. There wasn't a sound to be heard but the occassional chirp of a giddy little bird. NOT. We live on Peachtree....there is nery a second of peace and especially on this afternoon.
Some feeling-good-thirty-something had bought himself a sweet, black, fairly new Lamborghini (help spell check!) a week prior. The feeling-good-thirty-something was taking a spin on this gorgeous afternoon down our pompous street. Just around 5pm I guess my doors were open as I was cleaning the condo. Screeeeeeeeeeeccccchhhh-BAM! I hear these noises often and they are usually immediately accompanied by 10 minutes of sirens because for some reason commotion on Peachtree requires 4 firetrucks, 3 ambulances, and every policeman in the area. I didn't think much of the craziness brewing outside. About 30 minutes later we three decided to go for a stroll to take in the near perfect afternoon only to find one of the best and worst scenes I've ever witnessed. Luckily, no one was hurt so that is why I can make light of the following scenario. Poor feeling-good-thirty-something had lost control of his precious $265,000 investment and crashed it into a brick wall at the front of some condos just a block down from us. By this time most of the neighborhood was home from a probably hectic day at work but coming home to this sight made any one's day seem that much better. The once shiny, new car, still laden with dealer tags from a week ago was turned backwards sitting on the front bumper as the wheels had been knocked out like someones front two teeth. You would have thought some famed Atlanta superstar was out signing autographs on the sidewalk if you had seen the lingering crowds watching the events unfold. There were a few lawn chairs and lots of handy camera phones. And if only mine ha worked you could see a telling photo of this unfortunate fellows story.
As we continued on our walk (thinking that we were so sophisticated to actually walk away from the chaos - though secretly hoping it wasn't cleaned up when we walked back by) I called the husband to let him know what he misses when he is out of town. And, as you would have it - as I walked back the young-not-so-feeling-good lad was being handcuffed. Supposedly his little drive began with a little intake of some substance and thus ended in a tumbled brick wall and one large repair bill. Ouch. And yes truly it was rumored among the crowd that the guy had bought his little gem a week ago for a mere 265k.

If your Wednesday afternoon was rough just think about this guy and forget your woes.

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We will be moving hte weekend of September 25th. There is so much more I could say to this but Mr. Brad is home today and I am giddy. Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder.

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It's labor day weekend and I LOVE LABOR DAY WEEKEND! I will eat a hot dog and watch the dawgs play and kiss a boy and enjoy this end to the summer.

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Brooks is about to graduate to the exersaucer. This is a big deal. He is just about tired of any toy I can throw his way. He won't sit still in the bouncy seat and the swing bores him to pieces. So bring it on Mr. Exersaucer - we need you! We will go pick it up today and add it to our bag of arsenal in the quest to make our baby the sharpest, coolest baby around.

Amos-ina

Amos needed some attention that I couldn't fully give him today in the form of a hair brush and a pair of scissors. With Big Daddy Warbucks (from Annie if you recall) away and Brooks taking up every minute of my day Amos' need for a hair-do just wasn't my top priority today. I called his usual hair dresser and she was booked so we did the unthinkable....dun dun duuuu (the sounds of a piano when you are anticipating something huge)....we called PetSmart. I am one of those that think that your dog knows a situation before it comes about. Amos can smell a sketchy person from a block away just like he can smell a bad haircut the moment he looks the barber in the eye. And this was one of those days. Amos spread is 4 legs wide as if his split position might actually stop his legs from going through the door to the grooming salon. He tried his darndest to run right back out the door once I finally got him in but his poor nails just scraped the slick floor getting him nowhere but closer to Edward ScissorHands.
I should have known from the questions presented to me by the groomer himself that this would be a disaster. Needless to say, Amos needed a hair makeover and I couldn't give it to him so I left him for the day and crossed my fingers that my assumptions would be wrong.

Waiting
Waiting

More Waiting

Finally nearly 6 hours later I get a call saying that Amos was ready to go home. I bet he was. I hurried to PetSmart and as the groomer (if you can even call him that) rang me up and motioned for one of his tech's to bring Amos out he said, "Well I hope you like him." And somehow in that moment I knew poor Amos had a rough afternoon with the crazy dog groomer. Amos came racing through the grooming room and nearly scaled the mini-door to get to me. Sadly, I was so confused by what I thought was my dog that I didn't really have a word to say. Amos was wearing a skirt of hair around his belly while the rest of his body was shaved to the skin. I hesitated just leaving with my once-cute Wheaten but I just had to make sure I wasn't crazy. "Is he wearing a skirt?" I asked the hair-artist. "Yes, we left him a skirt."

Enough said.

I did ask that they trim off his little dress so I could take him out in public to which they said they did but when I came back 30 minutes later my boy dog was still wearing girl clothes in the form of hair. This picture doesn't quite capture the job not-so-well done but if you look about half way down his body you will see where his hair is nearly 3 inches longer than the rest of his body. Poor poor Amos. No worries, I did give him a kong with peanut butter to make up for his terrible day at the groomers. He has forgiven me and I have learned my lesson. Spend the extra 20 bucks and wait a whole day for your usuall groomer to have an opening. Poor poor Amos-ina.