Weeks ago, I was challenged by my friend Charity McNair as I call her, to make something, blog about it, and then give it to someone. Now, I am not crafty. I shouldn’t say I’m NOT crafty…it just overwhelms me. I don’t knit because there’s too much yarn to choose from. I don’t scrapbook because there’s way too many papers, stickers, ribbons, decals, etc. that quite literally throw me into a state of panic. SO, the other day when my friend Becky asked me if I wanted to bead with her and her sisters, I started to sweat. Visions of wire, pliers, and piles of beads danced through my head taunting me. When we met at the bead store, they walked out with packets galore of beads. I walked out with one spool of Tiffany blue ribbon. Then, the other day, I came across THIS website and I was inspired. I loved the look of all of the jewelry….so chunky, so vintage, and SO me! So, back to the bead store I went and voila!! Look what we have. I love it and loved it even more when I put it on this morning with my vintage lace top. SO, McNair, there you have it….handmade and I blogged about it, but I’m sorry…I can’t part with it. Is there a penalty if I don’t follow all the rules?

just how much I love him…how many times a day I smile just thinking about him…that he makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in this world…that watching him with Michael makes me love him so much more…that just when I thought I couldn’t possibly love him anymore than I do – I do…that he is a truly special soul…that I feel so lucky that I am the one who gets him forever…that I can’t believe he puts up with me at times…that he still gives me butterflies…that he holds every ounce of me in the palm of his hand…that I’m absolutely smitten with him…that he brightened my world the day he stepped in it…
To my beautiful B…because you’re you plain and simple and I love you more than any words could ever say…


“Sometimes we are here to learn lessons and sometimes we are here to teach them.”
This is one of the bits of advice my mother gave me recently. The bits are NOT few and far between…they come daily leaving me wondering how she came to have so much soul and hoping I acquired some of it. She really is an amazing woman…far more amazing than she would ever give herself credit for. She is one of those selfless people who does nice, out of the blue things for people “just because” and makes no big deal about it. Growing up, I can’t recall one time she ever raised her voice at me…not once. Even in the 2nd grade when I was jumping back and forth on the countertops and knocked the coffee pot on the floor splattering it into a million pieces. I looked at her in sheer panic and she simply said, “It’s just a coffee pot. We can get another one.” She rubbed my back every single night until I fell asleep. She made sure my brother and I had the nicest clothes stocked in our closet even if it meant leaving hers empty. She has received maannyy phone calls in the middle of the night while I was at college worried about something so remedial. Still, she listened and was the only one who could calm me down within minutes. She still takes care of me when I’m sick, making sure I have “enough liquids” and that I “get enough sleep.” She welcomes everyone she meets with open arms like she has known them for years and makes them feel like the most important person in the room. She has the kindest and gentlest spirit of anyone I’ve ever met and I am so happy that I am the one who gets to call her Mom.
Mama – I love you more than you could ever know. Happy Mother’s Day!

And so it is that I have been tagged by my loveliest Miss Sheye. I am to come up with 6 “quirky” things about me. It is a bit concerning that I actually had to dwindle down my list rather than scramble to come up with six things. BUT here are the six that made it into the running:

1. I have to have a bottle of Aquafina water wherever I go…doesn’t matter where I am or where I’m going…have to have it. We always have a fully stocked fridge of this “pure water with the perfect taste.” If I’m caught without it, I panic. It also justifies my need for large and oversized purses…have to have room for the water.

2. I have this “thing” about doing everything in 4′s. If I do it once, I have to do it four times…usually in a row. Brady gets kisses in “4′s”, I sip 4 sips at a time, things are bought in groups of “4″…you get the idea. I realize this sounds more OCD than quirky, but hey, it’s the truth.

3. I am known to be a bad passenger on car rides. I have a tendency to fall asleep very easily in the car. It doesn’t matter if it’s an hour long ride or a 5 minute ride…I’m usually out. Last year, I feel asleep in the midst of taaaalllkking to my friend Kate. She let me sleep, but I haven’t lived it down. Poor Brady…I try!

4. I am crazy about the doors being locked at night. I will lock them and check them over and over again. You guessed it…usually 4 times. If Brady comes to bed after me and is in charge of locking them, I will ask him over and over again,”Are the doors locked? Are you sure? Are you SURE? Are you 100% absolutely positively SURE?” He will calmly answer yes every time and shake his head as he watches me get up to check one last time.

5. I am a curious being. If I get into a discussion with someone and the details or facts of what we are discussing don’t compare, I will research the topic to see what the exact story is. Brady many a times hears, “I don’t know about that. I’ll have to look it up.” I am also always asking random questions out of the blue. “When do you think the paint roller was invented?” “Why do you think they named Starbucks, “Starbucks?” “Do you think the dot over the letter “i” has a name? I mean really really random and useless questions. BUT, curious minds want to know and that’s why they invented Google!

6. I tend to be very routine based. If something goes off course, it may just throw off my entire day. The other day Brady and I were driving to Target. ( I managed to stay awake for the ride.) He was driving and turned early of where I would’ve normally turned. It quite literally threw me off and I had to tell him that this was not the normal way to Target and that I like to go a certain way. Poor guy…I don’t know how he does it!

7. (why is it that everyone has to have juuuuuuuuuuust one more?) I’m notorious for writing my name over and over again on pieces of paper. In college, while talking on the phone, I would write my name repeatedly until the paper was filled up. My roommates often found post-it notes, notebooks, etc filled with my signature. I like to think that subconsciously I thought I would be famous and was preparing to sign autographs. I also like to print the word “unwind” and write the word “Egypt” in cursive, but that’s a whole different can of worms!

Kay, well, I think that everyone else I know in blogland has already been tagged so I do believe that leaves my Minnesota girls! McNair and Quizicous…let’s hear it!

…and a little bit of quirky to leave you with today. I am a firm believer that you are never too old to jump on the bed.

*Photo by Mr. Brady on our vacation*

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