From Coal to Diamond

A good night's sleep, a good night's sleep is what I long for - A good night's sleep is what I need.

2009-01-16T13:05:00.000-08:00

(*sung to tune of that contemporary praise song "Holiness")

So, my clever and snarky sister put it in my head back in 1996. It was a popular song in church, and really quite catchy. We were sitting in her red Grand Prix, and she starts singing "a blue dress, a blue dress is what I long for, a blue dress is what I nee ee eed. A blue dress is what I want from you." And, since that day in her snazzy red car - I can't stop doing. No lie. I'll be in the store singing to my self, "a loaf of bread, a loaf of bread is what I long for. A loaf a bread is what I neeeed." If I'm craving a sweetsy, then I'll sing in my head "a big brownie, a big brownie is what I long for..." If I'm having one of "those" days, then I might humm "a lot of liquor, a lot of liquor is what I..." Yeah, ya get it? Oh, and if anyone says anything that may even rhyme or just end in "iness" then I gotta do it. It's like a disease, and I want to spread my germs to you, dearest reader.

The thing is, I'm not telling you this to be funny or to make you laugh. Nah, I'm telling you because I want you to have my sickness. I hope, in my twisted way of thinking, that you start doing it too. I hope that next time your kids holler, "Hey, I need some t.p. in here" that you'll sing in your "toilet paper, toilet paper is what I long for..." It really is fun.

But, the kicker is that coming up with a clever verse is quite challenging. Good luck with that part.

By the way, snarky is one of my new and favorite words. Thank you cute and clever JVines! And, it really is a word! I thought she was just being funny, but it really is a word. I mean, she was being funny, but I thought she just made it up. ddddork. me. not her. I'm the dddork - not the Vines girl.

Anyway(s), I really do need some sleep. I'm getting sleep, but it's usually a bit more interrupted than usual.

It ain't pretty. It ain't pretty at all.

Allison with no sleep is forgetful, awkward, grumpy, snarky, tookie, paranoid, indifferent, twitchy, angry, eye rolling-ish, and other stuff that I can't think of right now. Because, well, I'm forgetful.

My newborn is a wonderful and super sweet girl, and when I'm up with her in the middle of the night - I really am happy with her. She is smiley and sweet. She laughs at my jokes. I love the kid.

Well, sometimes I fall asleep with her in my arms at 3am-ish. The bottle has fallen out of her mouth, and I wake up to her saying "weh" pretty loudly. Or - the bottle falls outta her mouth, and we both end up drenched from the formula all over both of us. Gotta love 3am in the morning.

She's getting there, though. She's almost ready to sleep through the night. And, really she's done it a few times already. She's a good baby.

I also enjoy cleaning less when I'm sleepy. I didn't think my desire to clean could be any less, but it is.

Also, I'm thinking that I don't care when folks see my home messy when I'm sleepy.

A tv man (very very long story) came by Friday. He asked if he could just go through the kitchen back door to get some stuff from his kitchen. I said, "sure, just close your eyes!" What a goob! And, when I heard him come back in I hollered "keep your eyes closed, Phil!"

No, I don't know Phil. And, I'm kindof thinking that's really not his name. I really need 3 nights in a row of good sleep soon.

I really did do this. Ask Kristi or Regina. They were here or there.

Gosh, what if that's not his name?

Anyways, if I've been unusually strange and mean towards you, then know that I'm sorry. Even though I honestly don't remember what I said.

I promise I'll post more on my pretty baby girl soon.

*i really don't drink lots of liquor. i don't allow my kids to holler from the bathroom. i'm not paranoid, really. i am certain the guy's name was phillip.

2008-11-12T16:31:00.000-08:00

Well, it's time.

November 14, 2008 at 7:15am I'm scheduled to have a baby. I'll be at Brookwood Hospital.

Words can't express how excited I am about this little one. I've been thinking about posting my thoughts about it all, but I get a bit emotional when I think about it. So, I've decided to be a bit private about it. Maybe after she's here I'll have the correct words.

Please keep us in your prayers.

2008-11-10T08:41:00.000-08:00

wow. Could my week can any more sunshiney? I'm about to have a baby, and Jeremy Conner is blogging again!

Woo Hoo!

Check it out...

http://jeremyconner.blogspot.com/

my son's new favorite video. it's horrible.

2008-11-01T17:23:00.000-07:00

The Legend of Opalee Shirley part III

2008-10-20T19:49:00.000-07:00

I'm not inventive. I don't have a good eye for building or constructing. Honestly, not only am I not good at such things, but also projects like that intimidate the mess outta me. I'm awkward with all tools, and I get splinters just looking at wood. Please don't think that I'm hatin' on myself. I mean, I know I've got some grand qualities, but creating stuff outta lumber? Umm. No.

Give me a broken heart to love on any day, but pass the hammer and nails to someone else.

You would've gladly handed them to Pa Shirley.

I'm not sure what's normal for farmin' folks. I don't know if what Pa did was common to survive. I'm not certain of much, but I choose to believe that he was extraordinary in his skills. Maybe it's just the way my best friend tells me about his daddy's life that I have decided to think he was brilliant.

He had no formal education on architecture. He watched his daddy, and learned from the community. That fascinates me more than I can explain.

Pa Doodle designed and built hog pens, bee hives, sheds, animal traps and smoke houses. I just reread my sentence. He was a bee keeper, folks. Is it me or is that the coolest thing ever? I love telling folks that he did that. Yes, my father-in-law made his own honey.

He was a survivor with these skills, but also he used his imagination to enjoy nature. Opalee Shirley built 4 story bird houses with balconies. Deano calls them bird condos. His favorite type bird was the Purple Martin. He learned what attracted them, and enjoyed watching them nesting. He also enjoyed building simple squirrel homes.

I'm pretty sure I could go on and on about how amazing I think he is. I love his love for creation, and his survivor skills. Again, these are talents that my simple mind can't comprehend.

I'm thinking that you, dear reader, probably have relatives that have similar brilliant minds. I hope you do, and I hope you know and appreciate the mind that comes with such a person.

But, here comes the doozy part of Opalee. You know I gotta give you a bit of dooziness, right?

For years the man that I love shared a pallet on the floor with his older sister in a room with his Granny, Emmer Irene. No lie, all I know about her is that she was married to a kind a gentle man, and that she was rough as a corn cob. I'd love to throw some quotes that I'm told she'd say, but I'm afraid it'd make you blush.

Deano says that Emmer was "old school." One example is that she'd wake up at chicken-thirty to start her day. She'd drink her coffee, and wake up the rest of the household to make sure their day had started as well.

I think Pa doodle loved Ma doodle a tremendous amount. Again, the man was creative in his way to survive. Even in how to survive living with his beautiful wife and tough as nails momma.

So, Opalee looks at his favorite hickory tree, and develops a plan. He puts 4 telephone poles in the ground, and built flooring for a tree house on these poles. This tree house was about 25' in the air. The home was screened in with a tin roof. Dean was sitting with me as I started typing these thoughts. He mentioned that you could hear the coyotes and crickets at night. The slight breeze blowing through trees that you loved to hear and feel on those hot Louisiana nights. They let their Doberman Pincher sleep up there with them. Pa also had a Coleman's stove up there to make strong coffee in the morning. Catty corner to this sweet house he put 4 more poles and built them a porch. Sounds sweet, eh? Can I just tell you about the bed? I like to save the best for last, ya know? He got the queen size bed and decided it'd be sweet to hang it from chains. So, it was a swinging bed in a tree house. No lie. Amazing and beautiful.

Back to surviving with a dear old momma,, a sweet wife and 4 wild kids.

Penny and Bobie loved to mess with their roommate, Granny Shirley. One morning Penny and Bobie were wide awake at 2am. They must've been 10 and 5 years old, and naughty little stinkers wired on strong LA coffee. "Oh, how fun it would be to set Granny's watch fast," the stinkpots said aloud. The boogers set that watch for 4:30am. So, they mad coffee at 2:15am, and woke up that poor old Granny at 2:20am tellin' her she over slept! She rubs those eyes with embarrassment, and sips on her coffee. She stands up, and asks why in the world Opalee and Ellen were still sleeping. She stomps outside, and unfortunately can't climb those stairs to the tree house. So, she just hollers and cusses at 'em to get outta bed at 3am! Dean says he remembers the words his daddy said back to her. You'd think there'd be some regret with my sweet husband for messin' with his granny like that. Nope. He laughed and giggled when he told me about it.

Poor Emmer Irene.

What would a good legend about a man be if there wasn't a good background with his momma?

It's late and I should edit it, eh? Maybe later. This is the my story, and I might polish it later, alligator.

The Legend of Opalee Shirley - Part II

2008-10-14T15:52:00.000-07:00

Pa Shirley was known for giving nicknames. I'm "little bit" (which is a fabulous nickname - if you've felt like a fatty patty your entire life!) Deano is "Bobie" (not bobby...say it like BoBee). His daughter, Thelma Irene, is "Penny." The eldest daughter, Dee, was nicknamed "Deedler." Oh, and the oldest son, Lee, was nicknamed "Bugs."

Bugs has gotta be one of my favorite nicknames that's been given. Deaner was tellin' the kids about Uncle Bugs a few months ago. He loved to hunt, and he stayed outside. Oh, and he made a wormery (I think that's what it's called!). So, the next time my cutie patootie son asks his daddy about his uncle that's with Jesus - he asks about Uncle Worm. I dunno. It just makes me smile.

Woo!

Anyway(s), this post is about Pa.

Not only was he known for giving quirky nicknames, but he was also given a few nicknames too.

One of my faves is Papa Noah. He was known for being great with animals. He wasn't afraid at all of them, and was patient (err - stubborn) enough to train any of 'em.

I am pretty sure that one of his favorite animals that he trained was Rojo. Rojo was a red rooster. I never met that bird, but I wish I could've seen Pa with that foul creature.

With much time, perseverance and scraps of bread he taught that rooster (from the time it was hatched) to fly up on his shoulder. Pa would walk outside, pat his shoulder and Rojo would zoom to his spot on his shoulders. I love it!

Another fine critter he enjoyed was a goat named Midget. Of course, I never met this animal, but I'm gonna say he was a brown dwarf goat. Now, I'm not sure how to tell you sophisticated readers the following information. I really am scratching my head on this one. So, I'm just gonna type it, and put it out there in cyberville for you to imagine. Pa would allow certain animals to roam in and out of the home and certain times of the day. Ma doodle didn't like this at all, but they didn't have doors that shut or locked. So, it was a no win battle for her.

Pa had a neighbor that was a redbone named Clyde. Some of you city folks might not know what a redbone is. Phooey, I don't even know what one is. Dean's family says redbones are Spanish Indians. Please, dear reader, don't laugh or roll your eyes at the good ol' redbones. Don't say that they don't exist. Oh, and don't think his family are racist. They really aren't! If they were, then they wouldn't allow Clyde to come eat biscuits and coffee with them every early morning!

Well, Pa loved Midget because EVERY time Clyde came over this goat would get scared and hide under the table. Then, he'd snort at Clyde.

Bobie says that Pa didn't train the wee little goat to snort at Clyde. BUT, I do know and can imagine Pa saying to the goat, "uh oh, Midget! Here comes Clyde! You better hide, little one! You better hide!" And, I think we all could agree that he had some teachable moments with that little kid goat.

The Legend of Opalee Shirley

2008-10-13T17:56:00.000-07:00

I'm not that savvy on folk tales. I know the ones about Johnny Appleseed and John Henry. I love the idea of exaggerated stories about people. Especially the folks that are worthy to be remembered.

I ache to remember all the unique individuals that have come in and out of my life. I'm thankful for the ones that are in my life today, the ones that are now with our Creator, and the ones I hope to bump into at Wal-mart soon. I've been blessed to know many great people (and, I'm sure you are one of them!).

I've written about my dad, the coal miner, who aches to be a hero. He's gentle and gives the most genuine compliments to all he meets. He rarely meets a stranger, and loves to make those around him feel comfortable. Also, growing up mom always made me try on new outfits when we got home from an exhausting day of shopping. I hated to go back there and try the ichy outfit on, but I did it anyway. And, I was always glad that I did. My dad would smile and laugh. He'd say "woo! Makes your daddy wanna cry how pretty you are!" Oh, and my favorite line, "Allison, you'd look pretty in a tater sack." I don't know what a tater sack is. I mean, a tater sack today is plastic with holes in it. BUT, I knew what the man meant, and even though I'm awkward and feel ugly as sin - I believe my daddy thinks I'm pretty.

Woo!

Anyways, my dad could be and should be remembered by all, and should be a legend for being the most amazing dad ever. Now, if I could get the man to retire from the mines, then my day would be happier.

Meh.

Anyways, I'm about to listen to a bluegrass station, and blog about Dean's daddy. I didn't know him very long. I met him in 1998 in rural Louisianna, and he went to be with our soveriegn Maker Febuary 2001. In those years I really didn't know much about him. He was tall, strong and a bit lanky. He had kind eyes, and he called me "little bit."

I need to find some blue grass music, or maybe some crazy cajun music.

Alrighty folks. Here begins the beginning of the muchly needed to be remembered Legend of Opalee Shirley.

First of all, what a name, eh? What in the world? Well, my dearest hubby doesn't remember the details at all of how he was named that. I vaguely recall the story myself. So! Isn't this how a legend begins?

This is how I imagine it.

Emmer Irene was heading out to the field in a wagon with her soon to be 3 year old son, Richard. I think that she had her arm around him, and he sat near her with his toddler hand on her knee. She, of course, didn't know if the love in her womb was a boy or girl. She asked Richard what the new baby should be named. The boy sat and looked around the field, and remembered a delightful little girl. I don't know if she was a cousin, or if she was someone he met in the community. But, I do believe she had curly hair, and her name was Opal. That was the name he decided that would be the name of little one. Emmer smiled and shook her head.

Richard died at the age of 3, and I'm not sure if he ever met his brother. For some reason, that always makes me want to cry.

Emmer Irene held her newborn son in an old blanket and remembered the conversation she had with her son. What I know of Emmer as a granny was that she was a tough and scarey old woman. I reckon she was quite stubborn and didn't give a rat's hiney what other's thought of her decisions. She named that beautiful newborn baby, Opalee. No middle name, and no regrets.

Opalee grew up stronger and taller than any other in his family.

He was 6'7" when I met him. He'd wrap those long arms around me with a tight hug when he'd see me, and the smile he gave Deano when we pulled up the dirt driveway still makes me chuckle. Oh, and the hug he gave his son was just loving and strong. He loved my husband so much. What a delight to see how much my father-in-law loved my best friend!

So, just because Pa Shirley was named after a little girl that his brother thought was sweet. Please, dear reader, don't think he was feminine at all. No, like I said, he was 6'7" and strong as an ox.

Dean says he'd grab snakes by the tail and whip 'em like...uhh..a whip and snap their heads against the ground with a death blow. Then, he'd cook 'em in a sauce for dinner.

No lie.

This is the beginning of my legend.

If you like it, then I'll give you more. Again, only if you like it, and ache to hear more.

Seriously. Don't mess with pregnant Alli. Seriously.

2008-09-15T10:47:00.000-07:00

no words.

2008-09-13T10:56:00.001-07:00

ah, fun playdates in the mud with new friends - love it!

2008-09-11T12:27:00.000-07:00

Spunky's 4 Today...

2008-08-25T10:48:00.000-07:00

Yes, my little loverly girl is 4 years old today. She is full of life and her imagination keeps her in a different world. She loves the tickles that a roly poly provides. She love strawberries more than popsicles. She has a beautiful voice, and enjoys singing. I love her wild and messy curly hair. She's a fighter and a snuggler. It makes me shake my head that she loves being in the dirt, but must take a bath if she has ketchup on her tiny fingers. She still enjoys sitting on shoulders when I read a book. Her new favorite thing is to make up definitions for silly words.

I love my little Gracie girl.

I could go on and on, but she's wanting to make some cupcakes.

Chocolate cupcakes with pink icing.

Blog Candy?

2008-08-14T20:57:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking about this for a while, but I'm just not great at the blog candy thing. I'm scared that I'll forget to send it, or that the receiver won't like what I give. I just get nervous about that kindof stuff. I stink at mailing stuff. My dear friend, Emily, is fabulous at sending stuff. Not me. But, I'm gonna offer some candy. Because, well, I just don't think any of you will meet the requirements to receive it.

Eek. It sounds like I'm dissin' y'all, doesn't it? I'm really not, but the questions I got are doozies, and I'm not even sure if I know all the answers myself.

So, I've been thinking about Ma Shirley lately. That's Deaner's momma. She lived with us for a few months after Katrina before she went to be with her Creator. She was feisty and at times drove me bonkers. I miss her a great deal, and we still laugh about her ways quite often. Anytime Dean starts acting up - all I gotta do is say, "Now, what would Ma be sayin' right now?" And, the answer is always that she'd be agreein' with me.

Anyhow, she had the craziest quotes. And, she said them just to shock me. Which, really isn't that difficult to do. She loved to see my reaction, and it made her cackle when I'd try to quote her.

Like, she'd say "crazier than a poophouse rat." Ummm...but she wouldn't say poop or dookie or shoo shoo. She'd say the *ahem* other word.

Please know that she was from rural Louisiana. She was a hard worker. She made homemade biscuits and yeast rolls every day. Her coffee was as thick as syrup, and she survived many difficult seasons in her life.

So, I'm gonna give you a few quotes. I want you to tell me what they mean If you get them ALL correct, then I'll send you some candy. Deano will be the judge to determine if your answer is correct.

The following are the quotes you must define and explain origin:

1. "Drillin' fer the holler horn"
2. "I've just got the dropsies

Ack! I just forgot the other ones!

Okay, those will hafta do for now.

I've got more, but I need Dean here to help me remember how to phrase them correctly.

Emily - you aren't allowed to answer! You're on my list!

2008-08-07T10:30:00.000-07:00

Knock Knock!
Who's there?
Norma Lee.
Norma Lee who?
Normalee I don't go around knocking on doors, but do you want to buy a set of encyclopedias?

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Today:

I woke up.

Played checkers with my kiddos. I thought the game would never end. I noticed that I'm not the best at being patient in this game. I wanna yell, "Wait! Don't put move there! It'll be an easy jump for me!!" Or, "Why are you moving there! You can jump me right now!!!" I mean, it's only his 2nd time playing.

Side note on my son. Last night at church the big kids were playing "keep the ball from the little kids." Yeah, sounds like an easy and fun game, right? So, after a few minutes Andrew says, "hey, I'm gonna take a rest, I'm tired of playing." When my friend told me this - I don't know, I was feeling a bit sorry for my kiddo. I was like, "awww, don't give up, buddy!" Well, then she tells me that he waits for the right moment, and fakes the big kids and grabs the ball when no one is looking!!!!!!!! Wha...? Where'd he learn that strategy? Then, they all continue to laugh and play. The big kids act all tough and big again (well, I wasn't there, but that's just what I imagine). My boy "falls down" and the big kids check on him. Then, he steals the ball again with a big grin on his face!!

Okay, please know that I did tell my son the importance of playing fair and being honest. I really did.

But, what am I suppose to do with this? Dean was proud of his strategic ways, but he still had my back with the being honest talk. Any other ideas or thoughts on what I can do to make this a "teachable moment" for my boy?

Okay, back to today. We did some school that wasn't too painful.

Soon for snack time we're gonna dip some gummy bears in melted chocolate. They're gonna love it!

Currently they are watching mindless television. Big bad momma jomma is about to stop that! No more of that Between the Lions for you, kiddos!

We're having breakfast for dinner tonight. I need milk and bread.

I need, errr want, some chocolate milk.

The end.

2008-08-05T19:30:00.000-07:00

Knock. Knock.

Who's there?

Uganda.

Uganda who?

Uganda open the door?

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We had grilled chicken salad tonight for dinner. It was yummy bummy in my tummy. I love a good salad. No lie. Oh, and I made homemade ranch dressing. Now, listen here - you can tell me that you don't like caramel because it's sticky, and I'm okay with that. Hey, you can even tell me you don't like boiled cabbage or strawberry milk. But, don't be a goof and try to tell me that you don't like homemade ranch dressing. Seriously. How can someone not like it? Yeah, just call me Hurley.

Anyhow, I love salad, but now I'm sittin' here hankerin' some carbs. I need a big bowl of mashed potatoes or something. Poor Deano is sitting over there eating a bowl of yogurt and scooters. I'm glad I'm not the only one needing some more food.

I think I'm gonna eat a bowl of cereal.

Maybe I'll have more bloggy energy after I eat some scooters or fruity dynobites.

I've got a great deal to blog about today. I do. I just am being distracted by my whimpering pooch and my crave for macaroni and cheese. Or potatoes. Or yeast rolls.

mmmm...yeast rolls.

I am gross.

2008-08-01T17:57:00.000-07:00

So, I made some surprisingly yummy soup this week. Actually, it was Monday night. It was a complete accident. I boiled some potatoes. Then, I added chicken broth and heavy cream. It looked like bleah. I mean, it looked like potatoes in milk. So, I added a few slices of american cheese. Still looked like bleah. I chopped up some celery, and threw it in the pot. Double bleah. I added 1/3 bag of broccoli. Why does this still look gross? Ugh. Ah ha! I had some cream of something soups!! I put a can of cream of celery and a can of chicken (i took the gross chicken pieces out...buh-leah!). Meh, looking okay, but still not there. What else is in my kitchen that I could throw in? Hrmmm....tater tots? Why not?! I threw 1/2 bag of tater tots in there. I let it cook for a while (mushed up the tots as they got soft), and left for a girls night out. I got back and my lover had put it in the fridge. Ya know what that means? It means he liked it enough to have it for left overs. Okay, this was definitely not a soup that'll make your thighs thinner. In fact, I'm pretty sure my behind is jigglin' a little more than usual because of it. But, hey! I was resourceful and my babies daddy liked it!

So, here is where I get gross.

We had it for left overs Tuesday. It was delicious.

Ummm....we forgot to put it up that night. It stayed on the counter over night.

I'm gross, and I need to confess right now. I eat food that's been left out all night and the next day. Like, not all food. Just safe food. Like, I dunno. Spaghetti and roast are a definite. I mean, I know that I can be foolish and forget to put it up, but that stuff costs money! So, I take a nibble or two just for pleasure....secretly...the next day.

Oh. my. goodness.

DO NOT EAT POTATO SOUP THAT HAS BEEN LEFT OUT ALL NIGHT LONG.

Seriously, I took a BIG spoonful of that soup. Knowing that it'd be magnificent.

What a dumb bunny.

It tasted like old milk with a hint of celery flavoring.

Okay, my brain wasn't working. I know that wasn't the brightest thing I've done. I promise I usually only eat left out "safe" foods.

What was I thinking?

I wasn't.

I just wanted more potato soup.

My flesh was craving the yumminess.

It really was yummy.

Remember, kids, milk based products left out over night and possibly all morning and afternoon are a BIG no no.

The Best Part of My Day

2008-07-19T21:29:00.000-07:00

So, the reunion was, as I expected, a huge success. I have so many stories to tell, and every time I think about the day I smile. The day was beautiful, the food was scrumptious, and my relatives are super cool. Indeed it was a sweet day.

Oh, and there are a gazillion pictures that I want to share, and hopefully soon I will have the energy to tell stories about all my kinfolk.

But, I don't know. Right now I just wanna talk about my daddy. I know I've told you this before, but gah! My dad is wonderful.

The picture I posted is of my daddy rinsing off my daughters muddy feet. And, I guess it's no big deal that he washed my Gracie girl's feet. Anyone would gladly do it. She is delightful. She giggled and he let her drink from the water hose. I've got some pics of the moment. He just did it with a smile.

No big deal, right? I mean, we all can imagine a good granddad doing that. It's what they do, and what they think is precious.

Here's the kicker.

Mommy's feet were nastier than little girl's feet. Mud was caked all over my preggo feet. Okay, and I have gross feet. I mean, when I was younger I had cute feet, but now - yikes! They are embarrassing. I didn't get to paint my toenails before we left. I keep my feet bare year long (well, almost all year). So, my heels are all cracked and my toes have a bit of hair on them. I mean, not much, but enough to make me self conscious.

Anyways, I ask my dad to keep the hose running so I could wash my dirty feet.

He washed my feet.

Okay, not just poured water on them, but he bent down and scrubbed the caked mud off of my heels and feet.

I continued to say, "no, really, Dad - my feet are gross! Stop! I'll do it!" He just kept on doing it as I stood there - apologizing for my filth.

He continued to say, "hush, Allison, it's just mud. Let me wash it off for you. It'll be easier if you let me do it for you."

I let him do it. My strong coal miner daddy washed my cracked and ugly feet.

I don't know what the point of this post is.

I'm just thankful, and I wanted someone to hear about my favorite part of the day.

2008-07-18T20:10:00.000-07:00

UPDATE:

I ate chinese two times today. I ate it for lunch and dinner. Ahhh, it was exactly what I needed. Egg Rolls. I love them. I dunno what it is about them. Maybe it's the crunch/chew thing they've got going on? Who knows? But, man! They are yummy!

It is 10:15pm right now. I'm about to start cooking. We are having a family reunion tomorrow. It's gonna be wonderfully fun. We haven't had a family gathering like this since, eh, 1994 or so.

However, I am a bit nervous. We are to bring an appetizer, side dish and dessert. Okay, I'm more than nervous. I'm about to ralph. These folks are known for their culinary abilities. I'm known for being silly and sweet.

I just decided 1 1/2 hours ago what I was going to make as my side dish. Well, really my darling hubby decided for me. I'm about to shuck some corn. I should wake up my yahoos and make them shuck the corn. I could put it in their homeschool folder. Learning about corn and silk and shucking. I think it's a jolly good idea.

Deano wants a motorcycle so bad. He's always wanted one. I've always said, "umm. no." Well, gas prices are killin' us. So, I finally said what I should've said years ago, "yes, dear." I mean, no lie, the guy would look hawt on a motorcycle all leathered up and stuff. I'm just saying. They just intimidate the whatever outta me.

I really want my toenails painted by tomorrow too. I need to shuck 16 ears of corn, and I'm sitting here telling all 4 of you that read my blog about my toes.

What else?

I scared my buddy boy when he was taking a bath tonight. He screamed and said "mom, you startled me!" I'm not sure why I think that's so cute, but I do.

I really don't wanna cook.

Really. I don't.

I wish I had someone to come and cook with me right now.

Maybe I can get my sweet lover to help me shuck this corn and chop this cilantro.

I've got you wondering what I'm cooking, eh?

Sounds like I've got some doozy recipes, don't I?

ya wanna know what I'm bringin'? I'll tell you, then I REALLY need to go.

Okay.

Appetizer: homemade salsa (recipe from jeremy's wife, Regina)
Side dish: fresh corn casserole (recipe from the pioneer woman)
Dessert: homemade chocolate chip cookies (recipe from...I dunno)

It's gonna be a laaaaaaate night.

AGAIN.

Did I tell you we finished Swiss Family Robinson?

QUIT BLOGGING, ALLI! GO COOK!

okay. okay. I'm going.

2008-07-16T13:25:00.000-07:00

Today.

My kitchen stinks. again.
I forgot to put the bed sheets in the dryer from yesterday. I must rewash the sheets. again.
I sat in cranberry juice. I've had a sticky hiney most of the day. I just took a shower. again.
We played with the dawgs.

I've read 4 chapters of Swiss Family Robinson to my boy. He loves it. That makes me happy, but I'm tired of reading out loud. There was a part where they cut off the head of turtle, ate the meat for dinner and made the shell into a clothes washing tub. He almost cried. I smiled, and said, "Buddy, they're being practical and making use of what God has given them to use." He looked up and said, "but the poor tortoise!" Maybe this book is a bit too much for him. He sure does love it though.

My girl is finally into playing dolls. It is fun. I always end up being the stinky boy. It really is cute. We have a doll that is old and weird looking. Her name is Mrs. Linkey and she is Barbie's mom. She likes it when I make Mrs. Linkey shake her bottom and dance. She also likes it when I try to shake Ken's (ahem, who is naked - don't forget!) bottom. Because, well, it is impossible to shake a Ken doll's bottom.

I have no idea what to cook for dinner. No idea. Please, let my lover suggest that we get Chinese from that place right next to the BP station. Oh, to have some fried rice right now. Mmmm...fried rice....! MSG! Yum! Two cheers for MSG! Yeah, that's the good stuff.

What else?

I'm stoked about going to church. Seriously. We are studying Tozer's book. Ugh. Which book is it? I feel like a dork. What is it? The Pursuit of God. It's a smaller church, eh, about 100 or so, but on Wednesdays we have a smaller group than that. We pass out Hymnals, and sit around the tables in the fellowship room. I really don't know if that's what it is, but that's what I'm calling it for now. So, Nathan (el pastor) let's us requests songs, and....duh...we sing 'em. Now, it kindof sounds a bit awkward, doesn't it? But, we've got some folks in that group that sing lovely, and sing in parts! I absolutely love it! Now, don't get me wrong, I love our Sunday music too. I ache for us to at least get a conga drum. Is it a conga drum? You know the drum you hit with your hands? Anyways, I love our sweet music team and the song selections. But, this - Wednesdays - are just tender and encouraging.

Yeah, I look forward to tonight.

But, I need to reread the 1st chapter in that book.

My daughter is sitting on my shoulders as I type. again.

Now she's telling me she's hungry.

Andrew is telling me to read the chapter again.

Gracie just said "no, play dolls!"

I think I'm gonna crawl into my bed.

chinese, dean. think chinese. please read my blog and buy lots of MSG, I mean, egg rolls.

Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors.

I'm not editing!!!!

2008-07-14T14:02:00.000-07:00

I have never cried so much during a pregnancy as I have this pregnancy. Seriously, some days I feel like I could cry anyone a river at any given moment. It just happens. Often it is over silly stuff. One day I was cooking dinner, and my kitchen sink looked so gross that I imagined all sorts of diseases that could be living in there. I found myself boo hoo-ing over it, and ran to my bedroom. Deaner came in and asked what was wrong. I went from crying about failing as a mom to imaging Dean remarrying someone after I died of this diseased sink, and the woman he remarried making fun of me for being a slob. Listen, if I die, and you marry my hottie hubby. PLEASE don't make fun of me. I mean, I'll be with Jesus. So, I really won't care, but just don't do it.

Sometimes it is over totally legit stuff. Like, that weepy feeling you get when you don't feel good. I think that is totally legit. I have wept over my sins and the sins of others that I love. I have felt the tears pour down my cheeks over fear and anger during this pregnancy. No lie, I'm not a big crier, but I have been a big ol' sad mess this pregnancy. In all seriousness, I even talked to my doctor about it.

But, alas - every once in while the Lord makes me cry my favorite kind of cry. The one when I realize He is in control. That, He loves me. He doesn't need me, but He loves me. And, even if my greatest nightmare happens, then He will give me the grace to deal with it.

A friend sent me this video, and woo! I've watched it a few times.

And, I boo hoo every time I watch it.

I figure if I'm gonna boo hoo, then my readers should too.

I'm just nice like that.

Here's the video!

2008-06-28T14:09:00.000-07:00

So, we had a much needed play date with Kristi Casey and the loverly Karen Cunningham. It was delightful, and I'm crazy about the Cunningham kiddos. They're sooo stinkin' cute and sweet!

I could go on and on about my love for the Cunninghams. No lie. I am pretty sure I wouldn't have married Deaner if our mighty God wouldn't have ordained them to be in our life during our engagement days. But, alas! That is another story for another day.

Hope you enjoy the pics!

KAREN GET A BLOG!!!

NOW!!

i mean...ahem...if you have the time...of course...no pressure....at all.

2008-06-27T15:15:00.000-07:00

We're having a GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And, we are sooo excited.

Okay, that's a lie. for the most part all of us are excited. Andrew is a wee bit distraught about not having a brother, but I think he'll be okay.

WOO HOO!!

Praise the Lord! She is healthy and beautiful.

2008-06-26T20:02:00.000-07:00

I've got pics that I need to post, but too lazy to do it.

Hey, guess what?

Tomorrow at 12:30pm I see an ultrasound of baby #3!!

woo hoo!

we went to LA, and look who we found!

2008-05-28T19:59:00.000-07:00

We just got back from Dean's stompin' ground in west Louisianna. This was the busiest trip we have ever had. It was great, and I met many of his peeps. But, dude, it was busy. No lie. I love me some people, and I especially love people who love my Deaner. But, even this little social butterfly is peopled out. Woo. I'm ready to enter hermitville. I dunno where that is, but I got a hankerin' to go there.

Anyway, we bumped into a gazillion people.

Deano's great Aunt Ethel was honored at Camp Pearl. She's worked there for 60 years, and I'm crazy about her. They gave her a great honor by naming the new chapel after her. So, we bumped into a few folks at that cool event.

So, the kids in the pics are Jude Bell, Maddie and Coleman LaStrapes and of course my quirky kiddos.

my kids.

2008-05-08T07:49:00.000-07:00

Wow.

So, last night the 4 of us are having some good ol' snuggle time before we send the kiddos to bed. I get this silly idea to use my hand as a puppet. I mean, I didn't paste any googly eyes on my hand. Nah, didn't even put a sock on it or draw lips with a marker on my hand. It was just my hand. Well, I named the right hand "miss hand" and the left hand "frankie." It was good and fun. I was on a roll, and the kiddos were LOVING it. I love it when my kids love something I do.

Anyway, my daughter is CRAZY about my hands. She woke up this morning asking to talk to Miss Hand. And, just a few minutes ago my left hand put her hair behind her ear real sweetly. She smiled and said, "thanks, Frankie." When we cooked eggs together today - she continued to talk to Miss Hand about stirring and adding salt. My hands ain't get a break. Andrew loves 'em too.

It seems like there is a show on the preschool channel where there are just hands talking. Oobie or something?

Anyway, these Oobies need a break.

As I was typing paragraph 2 I my girl asked "silly miss hand, why are you playing on mommy's computer?" Yup, I'm a puppet. So, my hand raised in response to her.

What does this say about me and my kids?

err....

don't answer that.

Hope y'all are having a sweet day.

Unbelievable.

2008-04-15T09:07:00.000-07:00

Some of you folks may remember Ryan and Heather (Vernon) Jackson from SEBC. They are a delight and I love them both like crazy. Exciting and supernatural things have happened in their lives the last week.

I get a bit misty-eyed every time I think about what our amazing God is doing right now.

So, they have a blog. And, I'd love for you to check it out and keep them (and everyone involved) in your prayers.

They are in the process of adopting a little girl, and it's just unbelievable how it all happened.

One more time...here's the linky....
http://www.kiarajoy.blogspot.com/

right now.

2008-04-11T21:11:00.000-07:00

ugh.

this evening after we ate dinner. the 4 shirleys noticed how flooded the current doggie pen was after the big gully washer today.

so, deaner has been workin' on a bigger doggie pen.

tonight. we decided it was imperative to finish that pen.

all 4 of us worked together in the mud and sprinkling rain to get the pen finished.

it's a big pen.

we put the puppies and dawgs in the new pen.

dean got beeped at 1035pm. he's on call for work this week.

he opened the door to leave quickly.

the dawgs were at the door waggin their tales.

he hustled 'em back in the pen, and blocked where they got out.

then, he left.

Now, it's an hour later, and i'm scared they're gonna get out again.

seriously.

dogs have excellent night vision.

I was really hoping my first official post back in bloggy world would be about baby #3. How excited and blessed we are, but nope. I'm sittin' here bloggin about dawgs.

I think I'm gonna bring 'em all in.

That's gonna be a pain in the......neck.

Maybe I should wake up the kids to help me.

What? They are great with these dawgs. Bettter than I am!! Tomorrow is Saturday. They can sleep in. It'll be an adventure!

No.

Ugh.

I'm gonna go check on 'em again.

It's dark.

I don't want to go check on them.

Ya know what's funny? Sunday we give 2 away. Earlier this week Graced took the white one home. So, after this weekend we'll only have 3 dawgs. Well, 2 dawgs and a pup.

Anyone want a really really really cute puppy?

Okay.

I'm going outside.

Well, pregnancy is dandy so far.

I'm excited. tired. emotional. oh, and I'm easily annoyed. it's great.

more puppy pics

2008-03-28T18:06:00.001-07:00

It's -G's Birthday Week!!!!!!!!!

2008-03-05T08:44:00.000-08:00

(-G teaching the kiddos how to play leap frog on Leap Day. She's so clevuh!)

(Freeze Tag...Gracie gotcha!)

(Red Rover, Red Rover, send 'kenzie right over! Umm...ya like that '80's side
pony tail she's got goin' on? We (-g and me) are 8 leap years old. Soooo, we
had an day celebrating what we did when we were....errr...8 years old.)

Anyway.....

This is her birthday week. She is the one who introduced me to this fabulous concept. I'm thinking that we should have a week long birthday blog love for the girl. My thought is for us to post little memories, sweet verses, love you messages all over her bloggy blog.

I do know that she will LOVE all the attention we give her. Okay, not really. She might punch me in the face for even reminding folks of her day/week.

So, go to her blog and show the love.....all week long....

This sounds like I'm being bossy.

Oh, and for you folks who don't know her....i guess you're excused. i guess.

AND.....I posted 2.5 week old pics of the pups on this blog.

windy days

2008-03-03T21:02:00.000-08:00

Today was gorgeous with a bit of fun wind. So, what do you do on windy days? Fly kites!

What? You don't have a kite? Huh? It's not really in your budget? Did I hear you say that you aren't crafty enough to make one? Welcome to my world.

Oh, but it can be a fun world, my sweet peeps. Just get out some yarn or string and grab a few Walmart bags. Whah Lah! you've got kites!!

Seriously, we did this last fall with the kiddos. I really thought they weren't impressed with it. Today, they asked for the stringy-walmart bag kites!

And, they played with these bags for well over an hour. It was tons o' fun.

woo hoo for plastic bags that are horrible for the planet!!

Happy (one week) Birthday, pups!

2008-02-23T18:54:00.001-08:00

Happy (one week) Birthday, pups!

2008-02-23T18:26:00.001-08:00

unbelievable.

2008-02-16T09:34:00.001-08:00

I'm an aunt...or a grandmother....or a cousin...errr....something!

2008-02-15T22:29:00.000-08:00

Announcement:

Daisy had her puppies.

All look normal.

I'm extremely happy and excited.

Yes, I'll take some pics tomorrow and post 'em.

wow.

I'm so happy.

This has put me in a jolly good mood.

lol.

2008-02-12T20:22:00.000-08:00

2008-02-10T14:10:00.000-08:00

Hey. Dean's good buddy updated his blog! I'm hoping that if all you check out his blog, then he'll update with more funniness.

He's considering running for office, and I'm thinking that I'd be the perfect choice for a running mate.

check out his blog.

tell him to update more.

Oh, and my hubby posted a blog recently also. He just show's his cheesee daddy side in this blog.

I know you've got a hankering for an Alli update. A lot of good, bad and ugly has been going on, and I'm not sure where to start in updating you on it.

I will tell you this.

Sweetiepie is gone. I am not gonna lie. I almost shed a tear just typing that. Gosh, I loved that cat.

Anyway, we still have the 2 dawgs, and Daisy is definitely pregnant. She obviously got knocked up before we got her Christmas. So, we don't know who...ahem...the father/fathers are.

Please pray that spring comes soon. We have been keeping them inside at night. Lemme tell ya that having a big o' pregnant dog that has to tinkle every hour ain't cool at all.

I'm also scared of puppies. Does that surprise you? I'm just afraid I'm gonna step on 'em.

a blog for my daddy

2008-01-25T12:23:00.000-08:00

Hello to blog world! My dad (the oh so cool coalminer) is checking out my blog right now. I just thought I'd give a big "hey, dad!" to make him smile as he reads this.

oh, and hey, mom. Just put the books and cds that you found in the closet in a big o' box. I'll go through them tomorrow. And, if you find my old E.T. stuffed animal bring it too. Oh, and if you find Shannon's old leg warmers in there...i'll take 'em too. Because....you just told me it's gonna be cooooold this weekend.

Gracie has blue lips from eating cotton candy from yesterday.

woo hoo! this is a blog entry.

my day has been blah, or i'd write something fun.

love you, dad and mom!

2008-01-21T13:24:00.000-08:00

whoa.

2008-01-01T18:07:00.000-08:00

Two things.

1. I'm all about this.
2. Animals really aren't all that bad.

dawg pics...

2007-12-30T20:31:00.000-08:00

Buddy and Bo.....

Gracie and Daisy......

We just got back from a family work missions trip in Georgia. We left the day after Christmas and just got back. Whew! It was awesome, but I'm zonked.

I'm so thankful to read that many of you had lovely time celebrating Christmas. Ours was quite nice as well.

I love our new dawgs.

Did I tell you that Daisy and Bo are brother and sister?

Did I tell you that dawgs....ahem...errrrr.....ummmm....that a brother dawg can....ummmm...how do I say this?

BO COULD GET DAISY PREGNANT????

I mean it.

Deaner told me that today, and he doesn't lie about this stuff.

Oh, we didn't name the dogs.

The previous owner named 'em after the Dukes of Hazard.

I really love our new pets.

can you keep a secret?

2007-12-21T09:11:00.001-08:00

We're getting the kiddos these 2 dawgs for Christmas. They are a dachshund/jack terrier mix - 8 months old - brother and sister. Deano is so excited. He has been wanting a dog for years.

Just had to tell some one.

Happy Anniversary, Baby! I got you on my mi-ind!

2007-12-18T21:01:00.000-08:00

Today is one of my favorite days. Yup, it's the day I celebrate the day I married my babies' daddy, Dean Dean the butterbean. Other than the One who saved me from sin and Hell - Dean is my best friend. He makes me feel pretty and smart. He laughs at my jokes. He trusts me with my kiddos. He loves me like no other. The only time I really gross him out is when I brush my teeth, and trust me....I really am grody to the max when I brush my teeth.

For him...I have learned to cook and clean. I have started wiping my feet before I get in bed. I have put his jeans on hangers. I keep the living room clean. I would do anything to make him smile and feel less stressed out.

He mops and sweeps for me, and when the dishes start to overwhelm me....he washes them for me.

He shaved my legs for me when I was hugely pregnant.

He held my mother when she was overwhelmed with grief as she watched her father die. He brought my grandmother food when PaPa was ill. He loves my family, and it makes me smile.

I love that he has an excellent work ethic. I love - absolutely love - to hear him laugh. I love the way he holds both the kiddos in his arms after work and watches tv with them.

He gives the kids baths every night. It started when Andrew was an infant. I was a nervous momma, and cried at the thought of hurting him. He has continued the evening ritual since that night. He also dries and brushes Gracie's hair every night. Hey! I lay out the PJ's and get 'em dressed....

He loves this blobbidy blobbish awkward and goofy girl, and I just don't get it.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me a hottie and not a dork!

The Lord is gracious and knows me so well.

I could go on and on and on.....

Prince Caspian Trailer

2007-12-10T13:05:00.001-08:00

Told ya I was gonna make a big deal about it...

2007-12-08T13:34:00.000-08:00

Christmas 2005 was good and hard for me. Have you had a Christmas like that? I've had a few Christmas's like that. My family has experience a lot of death since my childhood, and sometimes the holidays for us we would secretly cry and worry how the other members of the family were doing more than just really enjoy the sweet meaning of Christmas.

Anyway, 2005 was the year of Katrina. I remember when it hit. I was on a Beth Moore retreat with some close friends. Her topic was love, and I remember during the sessions my otter side getting energized. I was ready to bump my love for others notch a level up a bit. You know, be a bit more thoughtful and considerate. Pursue people more. I dunno. Spread more of God's hope and love.

The second night of the retreat I got a call from Dean. He said that Katrina knocked out the power of his mom's trailer. Dean's mother (I'll refer to her as "Ma" the rest of the story) had COPD, and was on oxygen 24/7. She needed electricity to not just "survive" but to live. He told me he was going to pick her up and that she'd live with us for a while. This was all good to me. I felt like the Lord had prepared my heart to love Ma like I'd never loved before. I was determined to serve her and love her like Christ would love her. Dean left Friday on an 9 hour drive. Arrived in DeRidder (where his eldest sister lives) Saturday morning - in the wee hours - to drop off some emergency items to help his family survive. Picked up Ma and returned to Alabama Sunday. I returned Sunday as well.

She stayed with us from September to the end of November. During those short months my children were ill, and one time had to make a trip to the er with Andrew. I had unexpected (kinda serious) emergency surgery. My great-grandmother (who took care of me in my elementary years) died. My grandfather was in poor health. Ma was extremely ill as well. There were several trips to the er with her, many ambulance rides for her, and oh! The doctor and pharmacy trips. I was a wreck, and still feel like I failed loving her the way I should have. argh! And, here I go! I'm crying over it again. She was such a tough and wonderful woman.

It was such a hard season for me. Like I said, we took her to Louisiana. She didn't want to go back. But, we promised her that we would come back to get her in the spring. She needed to see her doctor in Louisiana. We were hoping to get more things in order here also for her to live with us. She really needed a hospital bed (she was sleeping in our living room recliner every night).

We found out that she'd taken herself off some of her medication when we arrived in Louisiana to drop her off with his sister. Her health declined rapidly that weekend. She needed care 24/7 after that. I cried over it, but we were forced to put her in a nursing home in LA.

So, a few weeks pass it was time for Christmas. I was so desperate for some hope, and a different way to view God. I know that it is so silly, but I read the Chronicles of Narnia books for some hope and encouragement. The movie Narnia came out that Christmas, and I remember praying in the car that it would be a great movie to bring me some sort of joy again. I needed to see Christ in a silly movie. I was so sad and needed to know he cared.

I loved th movie. I still do. Well, I haven't seen it since then. We thought the kiddos were maybe ready to watch it. So, we checked it out from the library. They weren't ready for it yet (the wolves made my boy jump out of his seat). So, we didn't see it all. We did show them the part where the children first meet Narnia. I cried.

He knows me so well.

Anyway, I needed y'all to know this because I just saw the Prince Caspian trailer yesterday. I'm probably gonna make a BIG deal about it. Prince Caspian definitely isn't my favorite book, but I'm still stoked about it.

We were not able to visit his mom again until Easter. Her health continued to decline. We made an emergency trip to Louisiana in May, and she went to be with our wonderful Maker while we were there. Her children surrounded her. Read her Scripture and prayed for her in her final moments. It was difficult and beautiful.

I miss her. She is so much fun to talk about, and we laugh about her lots. She was a hoot!

My PaPa (umm..pronounced paw paw), died this year. Christmas is going to be extremely difficult for my family. Please. Please pray for them this season.

I know many of us have loved ones that we miss so much that our heart aches for them. Isn't it wild that we miss them so much the day when we are celebrating the One that gives us life? I just thought of that.

Anyway, sorry for tone of this blog. Blame it on Yahoo for showing the Trailer this week.

I really love this blog world so much.

hmmm...This entry also makes me wanna get my sisters Sunshine, Regina and Emily and hug 'em real big. They were such a beautiful support for me then. They did all they could to help me live.

The Lord is so good to me.

Pics from today...

2007-12-07T14:19:00.001-08:00

What have I done??!?

2007-12-06T19:27:00.000-08:00

Okay, so, remember when both my kiddos broke their arms? Whew! It was indeed a rough time. And, during that time we really thought that we had found our dream home in Alabaster. So, that dream home not only had a fenced yard, but also a doggie fence pen thingie. So, we were honestly believing that Andrew would have a dog for his birthday. And, after the kid had surgery - ugh - he had such a tough time coming out of recovery that I'm pretty sure we told him he'd get a puppy for his birthday.

Well, we didn't get the home. No big deal, but there is no way we can have any animal in this house. No way.

We randomly have stray cats come lookin' for birds and chipmunks. I usually shoo them off or get paralyzed with fear that they will attack me. Seriously. It wiggs me out how they just stare me down.

Deano is great with all animals. His entire family fascinates me with there understanding of critters. Did I tell you that his sister found a deer on the side of the road. Put it in her car. Drove it to her home, and let it stay in her tub? I'm sure it was a fawn, but still! Someone reminded her that it was against the law or something. Anyway...it's fascinating, eh?

We see this cat, and at first I'm ready to shoo it away. Then Deano comments on how thin she is. I never ever notice this stuff.

never ever.

Okay. He got me. I gave the cat some left over sandwich meat. Dean gives her milk.

And, at first the kitty just ran away when we came. Oh, and if she did let you near her, then she definitely wouldn't let you touch her.

Beano worked with her, and loved on the girl. She started warming up to us.

This cat has added so much joy to our family. And, I'm totally fascinated by her. I love to watch her scratch trees and spaz out with shoe laces. Don't get me started on the kiddos. She loves them!! They call for her, and she follows them wherever they go.

Alright.

I have more stories, but I gotta stop now.

I am not a cat lover, but I really am enjoying this critter.

Come on! y'all should be proud of me!!

I'll post more pics soon....especially of my Gracie girl.

I dunno. I just feel like God answered our little prayer to get the kiddos a pet, ya know?

I'm such a mushy gushy.

seriously. I'm hoping she'll scare off any gross 'possums that come our way....

I just can't believe it...

2007-11-20T12:42:00.002-08:00

My little man is officially 5 years old today. Say a prayer for my boy today when you think of him. He makes me smile so big.

I know you might hit me next time I see you, but....I forgot to tell you that he accepted Christ as his Savior in September. It was simple and sweet. He was sitting on his bed with his daddy before bedtime. Dean was reading the story of the men in the furnace, and it captured his heart.

I love that kid so much.

I'm back...not sure for how long...but, at least for today..I'm sayin' I'm back!

2007-10-30T20:24:00.000-07:00

Oooo...my feet are so cold right now. I know. I should totally go get my socks on or at least walk less than 10 feet to get a blanket, right? WRONG! If I go get that blanket or those cozy socks, then I'll hafta pick up the kid's clothes on the floor and get me somethin' to drink. Ya know what that'd mean, my loyal peeps? That'd mean that there'd be no blog. I gotta blog.

Not sure what to blog about, but I just gotta do it.

Many things have changed since I last blogged on this site. Like, I totally have new glasses. And, I love them. Even my mom who HATES glasses thinks that these are stylish. She still doesn't like 'em, but she at least admits they are stylish. I think I resemble Cat Woman. Or a scary school cafeteria lady from the 1950s. Depends on the day. I mean, when I wear my hair net...I totally look like I belong in a lunchroom.

Also, I turned 30!! I'm not sure if any of you wigged out over being 3-0, but I was a bit nervous about it. I just believe that 3o was this age of boringishness and responsibility. I'm just not down with that, friends. Nope. I like to run away from those words. I mean, run fast. fast! But, my day came, and my sweet lover of a husband threw me an amazing party. It was more than amazing it was perfect. And, I gotta say...I'm likin' this age. It's been my favorite number. It hasn't been a month, but my stars! It's been a good month!

There's more stuff that's changed, but I don't wanna bore you with the details. Because, I'm 3o now and I'm determined not to bore the ones I love.

Sooo...

I'm having tons o' fun trying to figure out this homeschooling stuff. I mean, I stress out and beat myself up at times, but I'm totally diggin' it. Andrew is 4 (soon to be 5!) and Gracie girl turned 3 in August. So, right now we're just having fun. I love learning with them. I mean, did you know that a beaver makes a loud BAM sound with its tail in the water to warn the beaver family that danger is near? Okay, everyone knows that one. I'll think of one in a sec that you guys didn't know. Just wait.

Okay, I'm listening to this bluegrass station on my computer, and this song "Joleen" is playing. I don't remember the last time I heard this song, but I know it's been ages. I just know that I always sing it when my friend Carol talks about her friend in Florida Charlene. I sing Charlene instead of Joleen. It makes me laugh. Hey sunshine Carol! If you're reading this, then CALL ME and buy me CHOCOLATE RIGHT NOW!!!!

Anyway....

Does everyone know that I'm a coalminer's daughter?

My dad has worked in the mines as an electrician for...umm...forever. Yes, you can sing that song to me next time you see me.

I just recently have obtained this obsession for diamonds. I mean, if you know me at all you know that I'm not the jewelry wearing kind of girl. I'm not flashy, and I'm not really in need of sparkly things on me. Well, I do think I'd like sparkly body glitter, but I'm too thrifty to spend even a dollar on it.

It's weird. I was spending some time in prayer. And, in a quiet moment I saw this picture of a diamond. A diamond? I mean, seriously? A diamond? Sounds whack to me. I totally believe Christ is the diamond and I'm the greyish blobber blob.

I mean, I always picture me kindof blobbish. No real form. No real detail or sharpness. I don't know if any of you have a secret hidden ugly picture of yourself. But, that is my picture. And, I love that the mighty, strong and amazing Creator of all beautiful things would love this blob of a blob.

Never would I ever think of myself as a diamond of worth though.

It's a Biblical way of thinking though. I think. My great deeds are as filthy rags, yet He sees my clean and blameless. Like other bloggers have said...He sees Christ in me...

I just don't quite get it. I can't fully wrap my self-centered brain around this thought.

Rereading this blog is so difficult. It seems so basic, eh?

You know what I learned about diamonds? Again, something EVERYONE knows. They can only be sharpened by another diamond.

He is so lovely. So strong. And, I'm so stinking needy and desperate for a change in the way I think.

I love the thought of His truth washing the dirt off this jewel.

I'm not really sure I have explained this correctly.

It's kindof like that new white robe thought. I keep thinking "but I'm gross!!!"

Oh, Precious is the flow that makes me white as snow!

It's a thought that delights me, but I just don't quite get it.

As always - thoughts, quotes and Scripture are always always appreciated and needed.

Oh, and ya gotta just gotta scroll down this page and check out the pick on the very bottom of the page! It's gorgeous! You're gonna love it!

2007-06-05T21:52:00.000-07:00

I remember holding my sweet son in my arms as a newborn baby. I don't remember if he loved to be held or if I just loved holding him. I think it was both. I remember singing to him, kissing his perfect cheeks, and I remember praying for him. I remember longing for the day to tell him about Jesus. "Let him know you soon, Lord." I've prayed it over and over again for both my kids. I know that a true relationship with my Lord and Savior will be the only thing that gives them hope and true peace in this rotten world. And, I've prayed for people to come into their lives to tell them this truth. Selfishly though, I have hoped that I could be there when the questions come.

Monday was a perfect example of this rotten world. I got caught up in myself. I fleshed out quite a bit. I was grumpy. I got anxious over a few things. I cried a bit over feeling inadequate.

Can I just say I hate days like that?

I fixed dinner, and was so overwhelmed with this frustration of my failures that I had to leave the kitchen without eating with my husband and kids.

I rushed to the master bedroom and shut the door. Somehow I ended up sitting in the shower. I thought about actually taking a shower. Usually that helps me shake off the tears, but this time I wanted to feel the tears on my face.

I struggled with my thoughts and prayed a great deal. I was determined not to leave that tiny bathroom until God showed up. Although, I did consider climbing out the window and leaving, but as I was about to make my escape I heard the kids outside the window. Back to the shower. I suppose He didn't want me to leave either. I just wanted Him to give me the grace to love on my kids for a few more hours - even though I didn't feel like it.

He did show up.

He gave me that peace that passes all understanding.

So, I went outside to watch the kids play for a few minutes. I told Dean-o that I was okay, and that he could go rest if he needed (he was up 'til the wee hours the night before).

It was almost bath time. Dean went to bed early.

Andrew was sitting on the floor. He looked up at me and asked my why Jesus had to die on the cross.

It wasn't eloquent like I imagined when he was a newborn in my arms. I fumbled quite a bit, and over explained myself more than I can express.

But, he listened. We actually talked about Salvation and the need for Christ's death for 45 minutes. It was both awkward and beautiful.

He didn't accept Christ as his personal Savior Monday, but I'm overjoyed y'all. I am actually about to boo hoo just thinking about it.

I will post more details of the conversation soon.

I just wanted to share an amazing story of God "showing up."

I really do have so much to tell about what He is doing in my life, but I'm just not the best at expressing these thoughts on paper or web.

Oh, and I also hate talking about Andrew and not my sweet Gracie girl. She is a gem, and I love that girl so much.

To me this post is just about how much God loves me, ya know?

He loves me so much, and I just don't get it, ya know?

2007-05-31T08:56:00.000-07:00

2007-05-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

It has been a sunshiney week over here. The kiddos have played outside lots. The garden has been worked on tons (by Rebekah Burroughs and Jeremy's wife, Regina...a wee bit from me). It has been great to watch the kids play. Dean graduates from SEBC next Friday. He took his final last Tuesday. We had a surprise luau (sp?) waiting for him when he got home. It was fabulous weather for it. I love love sunshiney days. What can I say? They put me in a sunshine silly willy mood.

But, right now it is raining. And, I gotta say that I love the rain. Not only is it healthy for the garden, but it is also healthy for me too. I enjoy looking out the window. I'm not really too much of a dreamer for the future. I just like enjoying the warmth of the sun or the leaves blowing in the fall. I need the rain though. I feel like it slows my thoughts down a notch or two, and makes me listen. It sounds so nice right now. The kids are taking a nap, and here I sit. Smiling and trying to just listen.

It really is hard for me to listen. I was talking to -G for a short bit this morning about it. It is so hard to know if I'm being honest with the Lord or if I'm just being manipulative. Can I just tell you how scared I am of my thoughts? I don't think I'm making much sense. I'm not sure how to describe it. I ache to be quiet with my Friend and Savior. I long to hear His truth, but I'm so afraid of interfering His thoughts. Any thoughts, Scripture or books you guys can bring is always appreciated.

Argh. Blogging my heart is so hard.

I'm with Michelle. I can't wait to be in Heaven. I'm tired of my flesh, fears and especially this world.

you can go here or there or both

2007-05-03T08:33:00.000-07:00

So, I've created a blog for silliness. It is my place for my goofy side to go wild.

This place will be for my hopes, fears, and even moments of thankfulness for my King. I'm not sure why I feel the need to seperate the two. I think it is because that bench and flower pic is sooo pretty. I just want to sit and talk about God when I look at it.

Okay, ya need to go here if you wanna be exposed to the silliness.

Not sure what to say...

2007-04-26T20:36:00.001-07:00

I'm totally not in a blogging mood. I just updated my site's look. The dog licking the face pic just takes away from the loveliness of the garden pic.

That is why I'm writing another blog.

Not that I've got anything against folks who let dogs lick their faces. I mean, I totally think that IS pretty gross. Sorry, lady with a corner. For real. I'm grossed out by that.

OH!

I gots to give a shout out to our Uncle Jeremy's blog. Please oh please! Check out that guy's blog! He truly takes blogging - seriously. He LOVES to make folks laugh. I know we all really enjoy making people laugh. It is a fabulous feeling when someone laughs at something funny you've said. Man, I love it when I make someone laugh.

Anyway, the other day the guy said that he wished he could have people read his blog in his living room just so he could hear them laugh.

So, read his blog. Send him a comment. Tell him the Shirley fam thinks he's hip. His wifey is a dear friend of mine too. I'm working on her getting a blogspot.

I heard baby birds chirping in my shed one day. Yup. Just one day. Haven't heard them since.

So, we really do have lots of birds in our back yard. It makes me happy. We've got 2 that fight A LOT. I call 'em Fred and Ethel. Dean just told me they were both male. I'm sure they are. But, they sure do hang out a lot. I've seen 'em together like all week. I might need to change the names to Joey and Chandler.

We have 2 little birds that are iddy biddy and the bravest of the birds. I mean, they come on the patio right up to our door!! Unbelievable, eh? So, I get all googley and research the net on Alabama birds. I find out they are House Sparrows. Yeah, that really should make me happy. I mean, I should be writing a blog on how He takes care of the sparrows and us too, right?

You wanna know what I found out about these sparrows?

They are aggressive and kill bluebirds.

That really really really upsets me.

Seriously, JVines with a corner, it bothers me.

I love blogworld.

This test totally shocked me!

2007-04-25T07:26:00.000-07:00

You Are 48% Gross

You're more than a little gross, but probably no more gross than the average person.
Maybe it's time to drop some of those disgusting habits that could eventually embarrass you!

How Gross Are You?

I totally thought I was grosser than average....Maybe I should've admitted to not clipping my toenails.

I really am gross y'all.

I saw Michelle did a test. Had to copy her. I just had too.

Soon to come...........

A blog on the life of Allison Shirley

and

A blog on the Shirley farming fun

and

A blog on my backyard birds

See, G? I'm trying to take the right steps in my disease!

2007-04-20T08:52:00.000-07:00

Okee dokee.

Today I was reading G's blog. She totally challenges me to say no. We could talk hours about our troubles and consequences that come with this sickness.

She is taking steps toward freedom. It is exciting the risks she's taking. I ache to take the same adventure.

I need help.

I need a phrase to memorize to encourage me not only to say no, but also to do it with out giving an excuse. That is my biggest boo boo. Or, if ya got a verse that'll convict the mess outta me to say no, then that'll work too.

Anyone know of a word that rhymes with "excuse"?

I like to Steal Things....

2007-04-18T09:45:00.000-07:00

Okay...I didn't take the pic. It's not me in the pic. I have no idea who is in the pic. I am a theif. or is it thief? anyhoo, I just googled nature adventure pics. I found this one, and it goes PERFECTLY with the quote and where I am right now. I like it lots.

“For as long as you can remember, you have been a pleaser, depending on others to give you an identity. You need not look at that only in a negative way. You wanted to give your heart to others, and you did so quickly and easily. But now you are being asked to let go of all these self-made props and trust that God is enough for you. You must stop being a pleaser and reclaim your identity as a free self.”

Henri Nouwen

So, I was reading Jennifer Vines blog a bit ago, and I absolutely love her quote from Rich Mullins. I started researching for some good quotes. This one was the winner.

Totally Not a typical Day in the Life of Alli Shirley

2007-04-16T20:07:00.000-07:00

"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato."

- Lewis Grizzard

I'm not quite ready for my "day in the life of Alli Shirley" blog, yet.
It will be soon, okay?

Just a few highlites of the day that I want to journal.

1. I saw a butterfly in my backyard today. I cannot tell you how much I love those little bugs or whatever they are. I will hafta journal on the reason I love 'em later.

2. I heard baby birds in our shed today!!! You have no idea how happy this makes me. Seriously, I'm tempted to write a blog on this right now, but I'm a bit too sleepy.

3. Rebecca Burroughs (some of you know her....ummm...some of you don't) came to my house today and brought me a lavender plant. Lavender is my favorite scent.

4. She also brought me some sort of 3-green powder that is TOTALLY NASTY looking. I added orange juice to it, and I drank all of it. It really wasn't that bad, but it sure was gross looking.

5. I drank hot tea and ate biscuits with jam with 2 girlfriends as our kids played in my yard.

6. Dean got a sammich that was too big from Roly Poly, and gave me the other half tonight. It was yummy bummy in my tum tum.

7. I'm stoked about our garden this year and home grown tomatoes. I can't wait!!!!!

8. The weather was perfect-o today.

9. God has been oh so good to me today. He is amazing, and knows how to love me. I am thankful for this sweet day.

2007-04-15T21:28:00.001-07:00

You Are a Pinky

You are fiercely independent, and possibly downright weird.
A great communicator, you can get along with almost anyone.
You are kind and sympathetic. You support all your friends - and love them for who they are.

You get along well with: The Ring Finger

Stay away from: The Thumb

What Finger Are You?

2007-04-14T09:56:00.000-07:00

"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laiden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from ME, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light."
Matthew 11:28-30

I am in need of a different way of thinking. Ha! I guess we all have that need, eh? I know we all have aches and worries in our hearts. I know we have wounds from years ago that we'll think have been forgotten - until someone says something that reminds of of the memory that hurt us. Then the emotions come, and we can't stop crying or we can't unloosen the tight clenched fists.

If you were in a quiet moment with the Lord. If you were searching to find truth about these wounds and desiring peace. You are sitting in silence longing for the freedom that only He can bring.

And, in that silence you hear "Just live. Don't be afraid. Go where I am." And, the only vision you see is one of flowers. No people. No music. No animals (thank ya, Jesus!). Nothing but simple and beautiful flowers.

What would you think? What does He want? What are your thoughts when you hear those words?

I know my blog is a different tone than usual. Please don't worry. I'm not in a dark depression or suffering. I just hunger for truth about myself and my Maker.

Hope this blog doesn't wigg y'all out.

Oh dear!!

2007-04-11T10:48:00.001-07:00

Please. Please. We really need to have a party soon. And, at this party - we need someone to volunteer to make this cake. Also, we will have forks and no plates. We will just sit this cake in the middle of us and eat it. Like we're starving or barbarians. Or both. Starving Barbarians. It will be fabulous.

I mean, just copy and paste this link on your URL thingie. Read the recipe.

Seriously. It has Nutella in the cake and icing. It also has 2 Tbsp Frangelico hazelnut liqueur in it. I don't even know what that is, but oh my word!!! I think I need some right now.

Here is the link to the recipe:

http://www.womansday.com/recipes/11443/chocolate-hazelnut-layer-cake.html?pl=

Please review the recipe and decide when this party can happen.

Okay, PA girl - you can bring your Strawberry Shortcake with milk dessert too.

Squeaky can bring the ice cream. You wondering why I picked her? I just like saying "Squeaky." Squeak. Squeak. Squeaky.

Do you see what Nutella does to me?

It makes me crazy!!

2007-04-10T08:36:00.002-07:00

Okay, here is my 'Possum Slayer story. I originally wrote this on my xanga a while back. So, if you've already read it. Ummm...sorry. This is a post that was requested by a hot PA mamasita in LA. I tweaked it a bit for y'alls enjoyment. Hope ya like it!

This post is about animals, and how messed up they are. And, why I just don't like 'em.

But first...I must give a preface -

So, last fall was a rough season for the Shirleys. Daddy Dean was a bit busy with Children's hospital (and classes at SEBC, meetings and fellowships for church and more and more things which I could blog and whine about). Anyway, Dean was an on-call chaplain for the Children's Hospital Trauma unit. This was an amazing ministry opportunity. He loved it and God really gave him the strength to perservere with this service. I still am amazed at the stories he has told me. He worked there for 8 months. But, it was getting to much for the family. When he was on call for a weekend - he'd be gone ALL weekend. There were weekends where he would get 2-3 hours of sleep in 72 hours. Like I said, God gave him supernatural strength for this ministry. There are many other reasons why he had to quit, but that is definitely for a phone conversation or a chat over coffee. Not for me to blog about. Or at least not today.

There was one particular weekend that I am just aching to tell y'all about. It was one of those weekends where I think he got 3 hours of sleep in like 48 or so hours. You'll have to ask him for the details. When Dean is out during the wee hours of the morning - I tend to get a bit worried. My imagination goes out of control, and I totally wigg out.

Imagine this....

I'm sittin in the kitchen readin' some blogs at 12:15am-ish. I hear a loud noise outside. Sounds like someone is goin through my trash!! I look out my door, and I watch a(n) 'possum scurry through my back yard. So, I get loopy and start really wishin' my hunk were with me.

He wasn't. I had to get a plan. A plan of what to do in case the night crawler snuck in my home.

First, I had to get my kids safe. I put both of my sleeping children in our room....snuggled tight in our cozy bed.

Because I know that there is no entrance in our room that the punk can get through.

Second, I get weapons near the big bed where my darlings are sleeping. A can of Oust (just like Lysol) and a big metal baseball bat. I'm ready for ya, big boy....oh yeah, momma's gonna take care of her babies.

So, I'm thinkin' that the critter is going to come through the vent in the laundry room.

Have I told you that I don't know ANYTHING about 'possums?

Whew!

I start pumpin my scared self up to beat the mess out of an animal. I gotta think like a super hero woman. I gotta think like I'm a wonderwoman/Crocodile Dundee kinda gal. "You can do this, Alli ! You can kill and animal to save your babies!" I just keep repeatin' it over and over in my head. I think I even said it outloud a few times.

Then, I remember something I read one time in some book. These creepies play dead!!!

What if it is in my hallway playing dead?? Do I kill it while it's playing dead or do I walk over it? Seriously! What do I do? I mean, what if I walk over it and it wakes up? Oh my word. Just the thought of that scares the hoobeedooobie out of me! Ugh! Who needs a scary movie when you've got a 'possum in your yard??

Anyhoo, I call my mom at 12:35am-ish. Yes, I do. I was scared, my friends. She assured me that as long as my doors were shut that the beast couldn't get in my home.

Thank ya, Jesus, for the wisdom and patience that a good Alabama momma has!

So, I sneak back in my bed with my little loves. And, laugh at myself. I also think about how cool it would be to be a 'possum slayer. Alli Shirley the opossum slayer. How cool would that be?

Then, Dean-o calls at 1:32am-ish. He tells me of the serious conditions he's been dealing with. I am quiet and respectful. He then asks me how I'm doing. I told him about the monster outside. He laughed really really hard.

Sometime during the weekend I asked Dean about what to do if this happens again. He just laughed and reminded me of how sleepy he was.

This is just one of a gazillion animal creep out stories that I have.

Ya want more?? I gotta 'em, sweet friends. Just ask...I totally got more scarey aminal stories.

Bug Business

2007-04-04T07:05:00.000-07:00

So, my kids are sometimes scared of bugs. I'm afeared that they got that nervousness from me. I do know several ladies who can handle the flutter of bugs and not even flinch. Not me. I am totally a flincher.

Well, it's getting to be summer time, sweet friends. The mesquitos are starting to wake up and visit my home. Ya see, I leave the door cracked while the kids are outside. I gots to do that so I can hear them while I cook or clean. ANYWAY, the stinkers have been sneakin' in when I am not noticing. My kids freaked out when it happened the first time. And, it was when we had company (of course). So, here's my big boy totally wiggin out over this bug. One of my friends told Andrew that the big mesquitos were our friends because they ate the bad little mesquitos (i didn't know that, did you?). Then, she suggested that we name him, Bob. That was last week.

Since then Andrew has been telling me that he loves his pet mesquito, Bob. Yup, he talks to the thing as it flies on the wall and in the light.

Last night I was in the laundry room. Andrew was in the kitchen. I hear him yell "someone killed my pet....Bob!!"

Luckily my husband is wise and educated on such critters, and told Andrew that no one killed Bob, but that the freaks...I mean, mesquitos.....don't live for very long.

As Dean is teaching this lesson to my attentive son we hear Gracie in the hall. Shouting "dere he is! Buddy! Dere his is! Hey, Bob!!" Andrew runs in the hall and exclaims "There you are, Bob! I knew you weren't dead!"

Today it was flying around and I coaxed him to go outside. Of course the kids were encouraging him all the way. "Go Bob! I know you can do it! Go outside with all your friends! Go Bob Go!"

Oh the adventures we have in the Shirley house.

I gotta feelin' y'all are gonna tell me to get my kids a pet.

The answer is "no."

ways to say the "n" word

2007-03-29T19:28:00.000-07:00

nope.
no way.
yeah, um...no.
sorry, can't do that.
i'd love to, but - no.
lemme talk to my husband about that.
uh, probably not.
i just gotta say no.
that sound great...like a terrific opportunity-ministry-fun time-great idea...i really hate to, but i just gotta say...no.
no way, hosea!
i stink at that kindof thing. you really want me to say no.
no, but you know who'd be great at that? why don't you give "so and so" a call?

i asked dean.

these are his favorite ways to say no:

i ain't gonna do it.
no.
naw.
do it yourself.
probably not.
not gonna happen.
sounds great. lemme know when you're done.

the following aren't ways to say no, but just make me laugh.

person: you busy?
dean: depends on what you're asking.

person: can i ask you to do something?
dean: do i have a choice?

how do you say no? please. give me some tips or pointers. i stink at it.

dumb bunny

2007-03-27T18:32:00.000-07:00

How in the world do I put my friend's links on my page?

argh.....

...feelin' like a dork over here...

I've spent like 3o minutes trying to figure it out.

argh...!

I agree with Graced. This was fun!

2007-03-27T17:14:00.000-07:00

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It's late and this is almost too silly.

2007-02-17T22:32:00.000-08:00

Please let me introduce you to my silly son, Andrew. This was his hair-doo...hmmm..lemme think here....I reckon it was late December. His hair is cute and bushy in this picture. So, imagine 2 more months of bushiness and that was my son yesterday.

He got his haircut today.

It is short.

There will be a new pic of him soon, and possibly a story about him. Oh, and by the way - that is/was my daughter, Gracie, in the previous post screamin' her head off over *who knows what.* She's just like her momma. That's all I'm sayin.

Here's another embarrassingly easy recipe that I made Friday.

'Possum Fanny Cake

So, I'm all about buyin' a cake mix. Makin' the cake. Poking holes in the cake. Drizzling or drowning the cake with sweetened condensed milk and then putting some Cool Whip on top. It just works for me. And, the crowd loves it. Like, I'll get a white or yeller cake mix. Cook it according to what the great box tells me to do. Drizzle some o' dat sweet milk on top. Do the Cool Whip thing, and then sprinkle thawed out frozen coconut on top. The older folks LOVE this. Old people love coconut cake.

Soooo....

I did something a little different last night. Found a recipe in a cookbook that was similar but different.

I got a devil's food cake. Poked the holes when it was still hot...THEN I DRIZZLED IT WITH CARAMEL SAUCE that you'd usually put on ice cream.

I bought some Heathbars and pounded on 'em until they were crumbs. Mixed those crumbs with my Cool Whip.

And Whah Lah! I've got a yummy bummy cake for my peeps at church.

Back to the Opossum silliness.

So, animals really scare me. I don't trust 'em. I get all nervous and wigged out when any animal is near. I am fascinated by animals. I really love learning about them, but I just don't trust them. I could for real blog for hours about my issues with animals, but not tonight.

Just keep that in mind when I tell you the 'possum story, okay?

'Possum Tail Brownies

2007-02-07T07:22:00.000-08:00

Having a day like she is?
Then you DEFINITELY need to read this blog, and make these brownies....

So, I made this awesome homemade brownie delight last week for my lover last week. They were amazing. Not only did they have all those ingredients that really make you feel like you've really made something...uh, homemade (like baking powder and cocoa), but they also had milkyways chopped up in 'em. They were amazing.

I needed to make a dessert for the Superbowl party. Didn't want to make 'em homemade again. Too much mess.

Here's the new recipe for y'all...

Alli's 'possum Tail Brownies
1 package of the cheapest Brownie mix (you're gonna need the ingredients that are on the package also..like eggs and oil)

a bunch of milkyways or snickers

a milk chocolate candy bar (Dove, Hersheys, Godiva...whatever is in your budget, ya know?)

Okay, Mix the brownies, eggs, oil and whatever else the recipe on the box tells you to put in there.

Chop up some of those Milkyways or Snickers, and gently stir those loverly candies in there.

Put in a greased 9x13 (or whatever size dish the almighty package tells you to put it in).

Grate that Milk Chocolate candy bar, and sprinkle on top of the brownies in the pan.

Bake 'em on the setting that the package tells you to for as long as it tells you to.

Trust the brownie package. It knows what it is talking about.

I'm serious. These brownies are heaveness.

I mean, if you enjoy chocolate they are.

also, there will be a post....soon, informing you of my Opossum slaying occupation...i promise, Crystal! It's for you!!

I stink at blogging

2007-01-27T21:12:00.001-08:00

I really do, sweet friends. I've been reading all of your blogs, and I just want you all to have the heads up that I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna be a regular blogger. I mean, you guys know how to blog! You know how to make it real and make me laugh. I love it!! I giggle at graced telling me that her boys noticed her write the word "sexy." I jump up in the air when I see that Kim loves nutella. Seriously, it is awesome, sweet sisters. Awesome. Please go get some next time you're at the store. You don't need a fancy croussant (sp?). All you need is a spoon. Gotta sink full of dirty spoons like me? Shhhh.....just use your finger. It works just fine, and you totally deserve it. Ummm, what else?

Must read more blogs and type more later...