HUGE Weekend!!

This weekend was super-de-duper!!  To say the least.  I took 10,000 photos so be forewarned!  First we celebrated my daddy's and Thad's birthdays.  Daddy was 71 and Thad was 24.  We had a cookout and ate like pigs but that is just our normal!

Here daddy is holding his newest girl.  Sweet baby Savannah.

A great shot of all of daddy;s girls.  I am so glad he likes girls because that seems to be all we ever get!!!

Daddy and his two favorites....Piper and Savannah!

Now on to bigger news.  At our birthday party, Thad had spoke to me that morning about proposing to Megan.  He asked all the right questions and more importantly he answered all the right questions.  I really love this boy and he will do right by my girl.  He asked me to take some photos of this event because he was so nervous he knew he would not remember a thing!!  Megan was SO surprised!!!

At this point I was crying!!!

Of course she said YES!!!

I love this look on her face.  She is asking all of us if we knew!!  Only me and my mama did!!

My sweet daddy was so happy for his girl!

Brittany and Savannah were thrilled!  Aaron looks pretty happy back there too!

The sweet couple.  Let the wedding plans begin!

Now on to other news....My little Savannah is now 3 months old!!  How did this happen???

Both she and Mr. Frog look kinda sad.

But on the other hand this silly-willy is as happy as ever

Come on Savannah ...get silly with me??!!

Uh...no thanks Piper.  I am in an Eeyore kind of mood.

Mr. Frog, does Mimi do this all the time???

Yes, Savannah she does.  Get used to it!

Uhhh...I am a little confused...

Last night I was watching tv with Megan and a commercial came on that totally confused me.  This is not so hard to do anymore.  This whole world is a confusing place!!  But anyway,  the advertisement was for the ladies store "Chicos."  I like Chicos.  They have cute stuff.  Perfect for the over 35 crowd and great for the , "I am between middle age and ancient set."  There new line of pants are called the "slimming" pant.  Now, I have curves, bulges, lines and the like.  I am short so therefore my weight doesn't have that far to distribute.  I like the idea of a slimming pair of pants.  A whole lot.  But as I watched the ad it came to me.  None.  Not one of these women needed slim anything.  They were downright scrawny.  I am sure none of them even weighs 105 lbs.  Let alone they are each at least 5'10".  The average woman is 5'4" and is a size 14.  Thank you Jesus, I am under average in the size range (as of yet) but, am right on target in the height area.  Why can they not use a model that actually needs slimming pants???  I love the "Dove" commercials that use real women to sell there body wash and lotions.  They look like me...and bet they look like you!!  I am all for looking good in your clothes.  But let's get real people.  REAL!!!  Most women I know have saggy something(s) and dry skin and freckles and bulgy spots and all kinds of issues.  I would be so more apt to buy products from companies that just showed me what they had to offer that would work for me.  My body type, my body needs.  I really do not want to hire a seamstress to remake the fancy new slimming pants that I would probably be paying sixty-five plus dollars for.  Watch the commercial and see how much these pretty women do not need "slim pants."

See what I mean??  These gals can slide right into "skinny" jeans.  Which, by the way I feel should be outlawed unless you are under eleven years of age.  Oh my,  I need to go find my stretchy pants....right now!

Birthday Day!

Yesterday we celebrated my sweet grandbaby's 2nd birthday.  Her actual birthday is August 4th but we had her party yesterday.  It was a great party complete with a bounce-house courtesy of Blake and Erica's sweet neighbors who happen to have one that was given to them!!  Super-Sweet!  Piper and all the toddlers there loved it.

They bounced their little heads off and were worn out and ready for cake and ice cream.

Since ice cream is Aunt Megs favorite she fixed Piper a big bowl.  Erica made Piper her own special strawberry cake.  Piper really loves all berries but she really loves strawberries.  It was really good too!!

We also had chocolate and vanilla cupcakes that were baked in princess cups that were so cute.

Piper got a ton of gifts.  Some really fun toys and some really nice clothes and shoes.  She loves clothes and really loves shoes.  When she gets a new outfit she always says, "That is so pwetty!"  She really is the most precious little girl.

This was a special gift from her daddy.  She was so excited to open it.

It was a T-ball set.  Her friend Cohen is showing her the proper way to stand.  Sorry for the blurry shot!

We finished the party with a swim.  It was a wonderful day for our little birthday girl.

Savannah spent the day being passed around and lounging in a stroller.  What a life!!!

I honestly don't know where the last two years have went.  Piper is getting so big.  Megan and I were just talking last night how we want her to stay little.  Time just goes by too fast and I am so grateful to spend all the time I can with Piper and Savannah.  I just love those little souls to pieces

Words No Woman Wants To Hear

Hey!  Longtime no see.  Or read I should say.  The last week or so I have been busy.  I mean really busy.  I love to put stuff off until my very last week of freedom so I can run around like a chicken with her head lopped off.  Don't You????  Two Thursdays ago I broke a tooth.  Great!  I said, highlight of my whole day.  It was the last tooth on the lower right side of my mouth.  It felt like a huge jagged canyon that my tongue would not leave alone.  Great info huh???  I called my dentist and guess what?  My appointment was eight days later.  Eight.  8.  Good grief.  So in the meantime I decided to whack out a few other appointments.  One for the eye doctor (I have not been in about 14 years) and one for the girly doctor....you know that one. For some reason I made all these appointments back to back.  Did I mention I just love torture????  When I got to the dentist I told them to just pull this tooth.  I cannot afford a crown and unless they have a donor crown laying around on the floor somewhere out Mr. Molar comes.  My dentist looks around my mouth , makes a few suggestions and then says those words that sparks fear in every heart..."Now this won't hurt a bit".  Well, Praise The Lord my sweetie-pie of a dentist filled it and now it is whole and back to chewing and he was right.  Not a bit of pain.  Off to the girly doctor.  I really like my doctor.  He is really kind and listens and respects my concerns.  I am menopausal and that carries alot of weight.  Literally and figuratively.  He listens to my questions, asks a few of his own.  We dance around the inevitable...then...he says those words that makes even the toughest woman's innards seize up.  "Can you slide down to the end of the table?"  What!!!!???  Why, no I can't says no woman ever!  I don't know about you but my mind is on everything and anything and nothing all at the same time.  If he asks me something I have no clue what answer I give.  He may say something like, "So, have you travelled anywhere this summer that was exciting?"  I may or may not respond but if I do I am sure I say something super intelligent like, "I went to Walmart yesterday."  Or I may say nothing and just hum the tune to the Monkees tv show.  Then after the actual exam part is over I just want to get out of there.  Fast.  Nascar Fast, baby.  Run for the border.  I pay my co-pay and off I go to the eye doctor.  Did I mention I love torture?  I wear glasses for driving because I am near sighted.  I have had the same pair for fourteen years.  They have been sat on, dropped, scratched to pieces and had the ear piece fixed with tape.  Needless to say they give me headaches.  So I sit there dreading the moment when she dilates my eyes.  Well, what do you know they don't do that anymore!!!  That is progress I love.  Then, she says the words we girls love.  "Honey, I think you need bifocals."  Great.  I will pick those up with  a box of depends and a bright, shiny new cane.  Actually, I get to stick with readers for a few more years and just a little stronger prescription for my near-sightedness.  So today, I am cleaning my house like a madwoman because I am having my granddaughters birthday party here on Saturday.  I have meant to clean my house really good all summer but like everything else that i just love to do(???) I have put it off.  These are words you will probably never hear me say, "I just adore housework!  Don't you?"

Chubby Cheeks!

My little Savannah is the sweetest baby.  She is just a chubby little ball of pure sugar.  She is really starting to come out and smile, coo and laugh out loud quite a bit.  I think she is going to be a talker too!

Just look at those cheeks!  And all those chins...just begging for kisses.

Mimi, I am not sticking my tongue out at you, I am just trying to lick off the lip gloss you put all over my face!

Why does my mommy pound on my back right in the middle of lunch???  Don't I look hungry to y'all??

I just love this little creature.  She is so sweet and special to me.  I could just eat her smack up!  She kind of looks like she thinks I will too!

Nothing Left

Yesterday after VBS the whole working crew was loading up in the church vans to go out and support Chick Filet.  I elected to not go because I had some other errands and needed to prepare for the Wednesday night Ladies Bible Study.  So two friends and went by there after church and guess what???  Everything but a few sandwiches were gone.  It had been a madhouse   All.  Day.  Long.  I love that.  I really, really do.  Not one person from that company has come out and said if you are a homosexual or do not believe that marriage is designed by God to be one man and one woman you cannot eat at our restaurants.  Nope, they are as welcome as I am and you are.  But the micro second someone stands up publicly for a Christian agenda and bam!  I am sure that all the people who support gay marriage and marriages between men to men and women to women put gasoline in their cars.  Don't they???  We buy the majority of our oil from the middle eastern nations where the Islamic faith is the overwhelming majority and they either behead or stone to death a known homosexual and do not permit co-habitation between same partners to even exist.  Why are there not protests galore at every gas station nationwide???  So to make my stand clear....I am thrilled I didn't get to eat at Chick Filet because there was nothing left.