yo, yo, yo.

apparently, i wished everyone a happy hump day..... 
on a thursday!

and not a single person decided it would be nice to tell me that i was all mixed up with my days.

geez, people!!!!

oh well.... this i know for sure - today IS friday! 

so for all of the confusion yesterday (with no correction) i feel its the perfect time for a....  
happy dance. 

oh. yes.

happy friday, yall!

love,

m

persevere

"....and so they set sail for the land of Possibility where anything could happen, and often did."

love,
m

Yo!

happy hump day, friends.
i hope it's rad.

love,
m

all you need is love.

and a tall ladder.

love,

m

breakfast in bed....

because the sister deserves it!
huge props to miss marley kay for studying so hard (and for so long) last night. (we had a slumber party in case you nuggets were curious) i got my bottom up bright and early to fix her breakfast. (the most horrifying unhealthy breakfast, might i add) i imagined it as being a reward such as a little hole in the wall diner in florida. you know you are about to get a mean meal whipped up when everything is mixy-matchy in those places.... from the coffee cups to the plates, to the silverware and bowls. 

so i went for the ever-so-mix-n-match way possible:
red vintage trey with yellow-ish gold flowers 
blue and white striped (cocktail) napkin
purple salad plate
an orange cup

waa-lah!
a deserving treat for the sis.
calories and all.

love,
m

 

P.P.

My Uncle was the football coach at Meigs Middle School for 26 years and planned on retiring next June. Uncle Paul was diagnosed with cancer last March and on May 1st he passed away at the age of sixty-one.

Aunt Harriett and Uncle Paul were married for 38 years filled with love. And faith. 

It seems like each year on November 1st I find myself skipping straight on over to Thanksgiving and Christmas....
the holidays.
family gatherings.

I pray for strength as our entire family grieves over the loss of such a wonderful man during the upcoming holidays. My heart hurts. But even more.... my heart hurts for my Aunt Harriett. She knows no other way of life other than to be with Uncle Paul.


Sometimes, it's the little reminders that you are thought about and loved that get you through your day. 

love,
m 
 

Shoe Fetish.

Once upon a time i loved these shoes.

They now belong to the one and only - ZIGGY! (little miss, little miss, can't be wrong)

You see, when Ziggy was just a new addition to my life she had some devil/some angel in her bones 
She now is my life. 

The some devil explains the ruining of the lovely charcoal color heels (ruffles included) I once pranced around in. Sad story, I know. But can I resist the bundle of cuteness and whoop her little tail for it? No. She was abused in her first life. I can barely bring myself to scold her. And for that, this is the price I pay. Who has this same problem with their own child? Four legged or not....  I feel sure that I am not alone.



love,
m

Emme.

Hello, November....

love,

m

Monday Funday.

Fall cleaning, I am here.
Will you please make the progress move along rapidly and help me feel extra good about this project?
I am going to tackle quite the list of things all at once.
And this is going to call for a bomb diggity YARD SALE!

Why bomb diggity? Oh piece of C-A-K-E! Because me and the sister are in charge and we have super cool belongings. That's why!

So if you have a temptation tapping you on the shoulder and would like to know more, feel free to ask. :)

love,
m

Halloween Twenty Ten

love,

m