Abby Got Me!

Abby tagged me a couple of weeks ago and since I've been absent from the web for a couple of weeks, I'll scare her with my 7 random facts! Feel free to post some funky facts about yourself. I hate to be alone in all my weirdness!
1. I have no pinky toenails.
2. As a child, I made this concoction I called Casii's Special. It was tuna, mushroom soup and milk on toast. Blech now!
3. When I was in 5th or 6th grade, my BFF Jana and I ran away to the barn. We ran out of food and had to go to the bathroom, so we came home. Some rebels we were.
4. One time my sisters and I were hiking with our guy cousins in the woods behind our house. One of my cousins gashed open his leg. I just happened to have a maxi-pad in my coat pocket and slapped that on his leg. He was good to go! He was a guy and had no idea what my 'industrial-sized band-aid' actually was. LOLOL Good thing no one had a nose bleed or I might've had to whip out a tampon.
5. Growing up, we never did much in the way of breakfast. I remember going off to school with a tummy full of Sprite. I always thought cereal was for afternoon snacks.
6. Yes, it's my dirty secret. At one time I did in fact own an Air Supply tape. Everybody sing with me: Here I am, the one that you love, hoping for another day.....
7. I'm verklempt. I heard that Gilmore Girls was going to be canceled. Not my girls! This is a secret confession. I watch their season dvds when hubby is out of town because he abhors ALL television. Even the Weather Channel. Wahh, no more Stars Hollow!?! In their honor, a happy little video:

Awwwww

Just goes to show ya that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Last night after a particularly frustrating day (hmm, more like week), I went upstairs to find the tiniest, sweetest rose bush on my dresser along with a card. Check out what was inside~ See, aren't you saying "Awwwww" about now? Well, some people might be saying, "That's so sweet, I'm getting a cavity". I was in the "Awwwww" camp myself. Felt a little Sixteen Candles to me; all passing notes in class, only no one was asking me if I'd do it with Jake Ryan (come on, you know you would've).
Deciding to love someone unconditionally, boost them up, edify them isn't always easy because honestly, they don't always deserve it. In turn, neither do we. Love is a verb though, not a noun and following through by loving him in ways that he identifies with feels better than nagging him to get what I want or need. I tell you this though~it feels a heck of a lot better when I find something like this lying on my dresser. Now he's loving me in ways I identify with!

Is that? Could it be? Why yes it is!

Progress! I've been remiss in reporting from the bathroom warfront, but am excited to report that significant milestones have been reached and it's actually starting to look like it could, at some point, become a usable space.

Over the past two weekends, new floor joists were put in, the corner support was parged, insulation was completed (yes for that one, it is now OUT of my kitchen), a new subfloor put in & leveled and over Easter weekend, drywall started going up. I'm almost in tears; fresh drywall! It should be duly noted that both hubby and myself hate drywall, well, actually finishing drywall. That has yet to be done. I imagine the dust will be a whole blog post unto itself once that hurdle is cleared.

Notice in the photo that you get a nice shot of part of the toilet. That poor toilet has been everywhere. We joked about putting it in the front yard with balloons for our son's birthday, but thought better of it because we weren't keen on the inevitable retaliation. Usually when hubby is working on the bathroom, he parks it in front of the kitchen sink which gives me an excuse not to cook since I can't reach the sink or the garbage can. Actually seeing a toilet parked in your kitchen sort of makes you lose your appetite altogether. We all have to use one, but our personal boundaries are uncomfortable with seeing one anywhere other than it's rightful spot tucked into a corner of the bathroom and behind closed doors. Basket of reading material optional.

Where has the time gone?

Wow, where has the time gone? Today is this guy's birthday. I was looking through some old photos the other day and truly, it brought back the reason I scrapbook.

So many moments captured; the milestones like the first step, first tooth, first haircut, first day of school. Other moments captured too, such as the day he and his best friend came down the stairs in skirts and plastic bags to show off or the day he had to ask his little sister to tie his shoes because he had broken his wrist and couldn't do it himself or the time he and a buddy were arm in arm taking in a concert among over 100,000 people, eyes closed, not aware I'm watching.

This guy is graduating 2 months from now and this guy is ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I've ever done. I'm so glad I had you baby boy. Happy Birthday, love MOm

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Trying this one for size. For something different and to hopefully rid myself of some of the headached that accompanied me with myscrapblog.com. More soon!