So...it is late and I should be asleep but instead feel like sobbing my eyes out. I do not care how old I get...how tired I am...how many days in a row we've been together...how ready she may be to get to her house...how sick she may be of me...it is NEVER easy to say goodbye to my baby sister, JoMeagan.
I think it would be an understatement to say I love her soooo much. I wish for her to move back one day. I know I treat her like she is still a kid...she loves it. Ha I love her so much that I named my little girl after her. I think Chloe Jo needs her here as much as I do.
My baby sister brings me comfort. I have much affection for her because she has always loved me for exactly who I am. In some ways we are alike but mostly VERY different...because I could never be as wonderful as she is.
I have certainly enjoyed the extra time over Christmas and am proud of the woman she has become. I know it's time for her to get back to her own family and home but man do I feel anxious about seeing her go.
I love you, Jo.
Now I'll have a little fun here...at her expense to lighten my spirits...lol!
JoMeagan is...
quiet
reserved
modest
intelligent
extremely neat, grossly organized
practices healthy eating habits...like sunflower seeds in her salad...haha
drinks way too much water
cooks well
extreme perfectionist on projects
has an insane posture
her dog is bigger than my house
hard-working
answers questions with one word unlike me who can never make a long story short
a deep-thinker
Great eye for decorating
Strong faith
I believe her Loyalty is one her best qualities
Not so much touchy-feely like me but will hug me:)
Her teeth are crazy straight because of her whole teeth regimen
Ironed her money as a kid...no lie
Somehow doesn't like country music
Has strange eating patterns
Prefers food not touching on her plate
She is the person to tell secrets to...because she keeps them
Loves a great Christmas movie
List maker...and doesn't forget to take her list to the store...lol
Cat lover
Survivor
Great writer
Prefers somewhere besides a sunny beach
Married to a wonderful guy named Wes:)
Always calls me or texts me...especially during DWTS and Bachelor/Bachelorette...not the same without it!
On Saturday mornings she texts me...what's going on with you this morning?
Listener
Probably the favorite...and for many more reasons other than the ones I've listed here...Lol
I can't help that I want her here. As I have gotten older, and have experienced the loss of my grandparents in recent years, I just want to hold my family close. I feel emotional about tomorrow as she will be heading back home. Sometimes I just don't want her to be grown-up.
The scary part is thinking one day I will have to do this with my own. I really am too old for this.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Purple Princess Party
Our Purple Princess...Happy 4th Birthday!
My fav pic !
My sweet princess:)
Castle cake was yummy!
The princess' ball
Once Upon a Time...there were number 4 jello-jigglers...
My crazy sisters!
Aunt Linda, Uncle Randy, and Tabithia:) 
Granny and Papa 
Sweet Riley getting in on the action!
Dragon pinata
Sprinkles on the cookies
Royal cousins
Uncle Steve...haha
great shot...
Build-a-Castle...They disqualified Kirk's because he used a tower from the cake!
I love my sisters:) Missing you, Bub!
Prince Wesley and Princess Jo built a fancy castle...
way to go!
I love this!
PRESENTS!
A fun time was had by all!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Minnows in the aquarium...
Im sitting here singing The song Precious memories...how they linger...and thinking about my weekend.
We took CJ to the pet store to check out the hamsters like the one in the movie, Bolt. I had "a moment" while telling her about our hamster, Scooter, who would escape and hide in the arm of our couch when we were kids.
Sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks...that hey, despite all the brokenness in my family, we really did have some great times as kids that somehow seem to be almost forgotten...and oh how I cherish those good times as a kid.
I even sent "Bub" a text about Scooter...and yes I truly STILL call my brother Bub. Ha
Anyway, inside the pet store they had all kinds of hamsters...mice...gerbils...cats...birds...and FISH! It's funny how a simple trip to a pet store can stir so many emotions but my heart was full of happy the minute I saw those aquariums!
You see, MamaBill and DaddyDoyle had a fish aquarium.
I have shared before that DaddyDoyle was a prankster...he loved nothing more than getting under MamaBill's skin. And what better way to do that than putting regular ole fishing minnows in her aquarium.
I can still hear her cussin'. I bet she was puffing away on what may have been her second pack of 100s as she tried to catch those minnows with a net. Better yet, I can still hear DaddyDoyle's gasp for breath from laughing so hard...tears rolling down his cheeks because she wasn't fast enough to catch them.
She would puff...then swish her net one way...the fish would dart the other...then a few choice words about "Doyle" and then a few more puffs. Lol. This went on for a while because he didn't put just one...He put that one and all his friends in there, too.
Maybe you just had to be there...but I will tell you...that laugh has stayed with me. If I close my eyes and listen I can still hear DaddyDoyle's laughter. Pretty amazing I think.
The part I don't remember is what happened to those minnows...
enjoy this beautiful day, friends. Make some memories today:)
We took CJ to the pet store to check out the hamsters like the one in the movie, Bolt. I had "a moment" while telling her about our hamster, Scooter, who would escape and hide in the arm of our couch when we were kids.
Sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks...that hey, despite all the brokenness in my family, we really did have some great times as kids that somehow seem to be almost forgotten...and oh how I cherish those good times as a kid.
I even sent "Bub" a text about Scooter...and yes I truly STILL call my brother Bub. Ha
Anyway, inside the pet store they had all kinds of hamsters...mice...gerbils...cats...birds...and FISH! It's funny how a simple trip to a pet store can stir so many emotions but my heart was full of happy the minute I saw those aquariums!
You see, MamaBill and DaddyDoyle had a fish aquarium.
I have shared before that DaddyDoyle was a prankster...he loved nothing more than getting under MamaBill's skin. And what better way to do that than putting regular ole fishing minnows in her aquarium.
I can still hear her cussin'. I bet she was puffing away on what may have been her second pack of 100s as she tried to catch those minnows with a net. Better yet, I can still hear DaddyDoyle's gasp for breath from laughing so hard...tears rolling down his cheeks because she wasn't fast enough to catch them.
She would puff...then swish her net one way...the fish would dart the other...then a few choice words about "Doyle" and then a few more puffs. Lol. This went on for a while because he didn't put just one...He put that one and all his friends in there, too.
Maybe you just had to be there...but I will tell you...that laugh has stayed with me. If I close my eyes and listen I can still hear DaddyDoyle's laughter. Pretty amazing I think.
The part I don't remember is what happened to those minnows...
enjoy this beautiful day, friends. Make some memories today:)
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
I hate debit cards...
Pet peeve...
One thing about debit cards...they are quick and easy. But I prefer the handwritten check method of payment...simply because I am old school. No one takes checks anymore that much, so it is a forced thing. The worse part is turning in my receipts to my personal accountant, my husband, David.
It is one of my most stressful times.
I am horrible about keeping lots of receipts because I dread hearing about my debit expenses when he adds then up. I buy all the groceries...pay when we eat out...put gas in my car and any expenses at Walmart or things forChloe Jo. I may spend a little on school that I would rather David not know about. Ha
I totally get the convenience. I appreciate that David handles balancing the checkbook and paying bills. But, I still hate debit cards.
One thing about debit cards...they are quick and easy. But I prefer the handwritten check method of payment...simply because I am old school. No one takes checks anymore that much, so it is a forced thing. The worse part is turning in my receipts to my personal accountant, my husband, David.
It is one of my most stressful times.
I am horrible about keeping lots of receipts because I dread hearing about my debit expenses when he adds then up. I buy all the groceries...pay when we eat out...put gas in my car and any expenses at Walmart or things forChloe Jo. I may spend a little on school that I would rather David not know about. Ha
I totally get the convenience. I appreciate that David handles balancing the checkbook and paying bills. But, I still hate debit cards.
Giving it up...
You know I have decided that really all women are pretty much the same. I was talking to a dear friend about struggle not too long ago. It weighs heavy on me a lot of what others are going through. Just when you've semi-convinced yourself that you really aren't like "them" you begin to see how much we all truly have in common.
I call it "the struggle."
you may give it a certain name but inside of us we all have things going on. It might be that we do not have time to balance things. We juggle our troubles amidst life's daily responsibilities. Maybe we try to hide it...maybe we try to keep it locked away...maybe we never take time to even be aware that it even exists. Time goes by and we do not voice it...maybe we are just too tired to deal with it. Maybe we keep ourselves too preoccupied to face it. Maybe some of you don't even get me...ha
I think for me the struggle is feeling inadequate...I could be a better wife...I could be a better mother...I could be a better sister and daughter...a better friend...more thoughtful...skinny...domestic...romantic...organized...active...a better Christian by far...you see where I'm going with my thoughts. Ha
It's all about when you are alone with God and your thoughts...what are you thinking? What are those things that make you cry? What are the desires of your heart? Why are you trying to act like everything is so wonderful when maybe you really are hurting? Do you even want to deal with truth?
For all the women in my life, I pray that whatever your struggle is today...that you find peace in knowing that I feel ya. I find Rest in God's grace. Know that you are loved and prayed for when you are least expecting it...feel the love:) I'm still a work in progress, too.
I call it "the struggle."
you may give it a certain name but inside of us we all have things going on. It might be that we do not have time to balance things. We juggle our troubles amidst life's daily responsibilities. Maybe we try to hide it...maybe we try to keep it locked away...maybe we never take time to even be aware that it even exists. Time goes by and we do not voice it...maybe we are just too tired to deal with it. Maybe we keep ourselves too preoccupied to face it. Maybe some of you don't even get me...ha
I think for me the struggle is feeling inadequate...I could be a better wife...I could be a better mother...I could be a better sister and daughter...a better friend...more thoughtful...skinny...domestic...romantic...organized...active...a better Christian by far...you see where I'm going with my thoughts. Ha
It's all about when you are alone with God and your thoughts...what are you thinking? What are those things that make you cry? What are the desires of your heart? Why are you trying to act like everything is so wonderful when maybe you really are hurting? Do you even want to deal with truth?
For all the women in my life, I pray that whatever your struggle is today...that you find peace in knowing that I feel ya. I find Rest in God's grace. Know that you are loved and prayed for when you are least expecting it...feel the love:) I'm still a work in progress, too.
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