Sad

I'm sad. I just found out that a distant friend of mine, Kathryn, had a miscarriage. And she was 20-something weeks along. So she will have to actually deliver her dead baby. That just breaks my heart for her. Why is it that bad things always happen to good people? Her husband is a local church's youth leader and she is an elementary school teacher (or does something with the school.) Can you imagine having to deliver your baby, knowing that when it gets here, you won't get to take it home with you? She was far enough along to know that her baby was a boy, named Lucas. I feel so so sorry for her and her husband. Please say a prayer today for Kathryn and her husband. I think she was going to be induced this morning.

Not Me! Monday

So you probably know at this point that I'm a little obsessed with MckMama's blog, My Charming Kids. Just a little. And I've tried putting off the Not Me! Monday thing for a while now, but I can't hold myself back any longer. So here goes:

Today I did not talk with my grandmother about quilt patterns for the quilt I will not soon be making for my nonexistant child. I am not weird and most certainly do not fantasize about my nonexistant child and her girliness. Not Me! I also have not already picked out my baby furniture for my nonexistant child.

There. It's short and sweet, but I DID IT! I'm proud of myself for Not Me-ing. Yay me!

Happy 100th Post to Me!

I have found over the last 100 posts that I absolutely love blogging. I love going back and reading posts of how I was feeling before we got married and I'm sure I'll love looking back to the way we were before we had children! (No, I'm not pregnant!....YET!) I love stalking other people's blogs. Ask my husband! So in honor of my 100th post, I'm going to ask you to De-Lurk! Comment and let me know that you read my blog! If I know you in real life, know you in blog life or if I don't know you at all! Don't be shy! Let me know who you are and how you found me! I know a lot of you are out there, anonymously reading my blog! De-Lurk me! And remember:

Morning talks with my mother

Me: "Now that I've finally gotten my pistol permit, I need to get a gun! I need you to go with me to help me pick it out."
Mom: "You probably need one like mine, a (some number I can't remember.)"
Me: "I wonder if they come in different colors, like pink. Or red. That would be cute! A pink gun!
Mom: "Guns don't come in cute, they come in deadly!"

Roll Tide!

This is it. The big game. We are about to battle the Florida Gators for the SEC Championship!!! Brad and I are at my Mom's house with some of their friends and they have the television SO LOUD I can hardly hear myself think!! Oh well. ROLL TIDE!!!!!!!!!!!

Update: So now it's the 4th quarter. Florida is winning 31-20 and they have the ball. Needless to say, we are going to lose the SEC Championship, which means we won't be playing for the National Championship. It's a sad, sad day in Alabama.

Ahh the joys of property management...

I manage about 150 rental houses for a living. I love my job, but like any other job, it has it's good qualities and bad. Today, I experienced the bad. Really bad. Usually when a tenant moves out of a property, I go and assess the damage and take pictures (in case they owe us money for the damages and I need proof in court that there actually WAS damage). The house I went to today is officially the worst house I have been in in my entire career (which is 21 years...I've been doing this my entire life!) Wouldn't you like to see some of the pictures I took? I thought so! But I warn you, they will make you cringe:

This is a picture of a wall. Lovely grease stains there.


Lovely living room set. And a wonderfully clean floor.


Ahh yes. This is my favorite. This my friends, is where the television sat. The stuff on the wall is roach feces. The stuff on the table you ask? More roach feces and baby roaches! Now doesn't that just make you all warm inside?


These pictures really don't do the place justice. Normally I take somewhere between 15-30 pictures, depending on how bad the place is. At this house, I took 67. And I wish I could have captured the smell in there. I had my jacket covering my nose, breathing out of my mouth and STILL I could hardly concentrate on picture-taking because of the smell. Now doesn't this make you want to join my line of work?? I thought so.

What a pretty leaf!

This morning, Mom and I are out as usual checking on rental property. I'm sitting in the car waiting on her to finish her cigarette (I'm trying to get her to quit. It's a nasty, nasty, unhealthy addiction MOTHER!). She opens the door with this in her hand:



And she says, "Oh my goodness! LOOK at this leaf! It's just gorgeous! The colors are so pretty and it's just PERFECT! I've never seen such a perfect, pretty leaf! Feel it! It's just like velvet!"
"Umm...Mom...it's fake." "No it's not! It's real!" At this point, I turn the leaf over to show her the plastic stems and I pull at it to show her it doesn't tear. "Oh." Extreme laughter is had by me at this point. "Shut up."

Ahh, I love my Mom!