tuesday night tacos.... will you please make your appearance already? 

no..... not because i am hungry.

in fact, i have zero appetite.

but because i am more than ready to shower all of  these germs off of me.

note to parents:

take care of your own sick kid or take them to the DOCTOR!

please and thank you.



we prefer sharing toys and books.
not snot and slobber.

#unbelievable.

love,
m

  scenes from a  

{rather gorgeous} 

wedding.

congrats morgan and rob. 

everything was just beautiful.

love,
m

this weekend troy university celebrated their homecoming.

i met a group of old girlfriends friday at the half shell for lunch. 

several with kids.

one with a little nugget in her tummy.

most married.

all still pretty people.

but something tells me {deep down inside} that we still all have the same sassy attitude we had years ago.

saturday night, the sister and i ruled out the importance of behaving and found ourselves front row 
swaying the night away with the park band. 

to say the least....sunday was not the normal funday. 
it was less productive and more along the lines of torture. 
with a morning like yesterday it is safe for me to say that i felt my age. 
it may be next year before i even consider another adult beverage.

how was your weekend?
i hope it was all that you wished for.
and more.

love,

m


p.s. - an alpha gam got homecoming queen. yay and congrats! :)

happy. friday. nuggets.

(and happy veterans day, too)

dress bold.
celebrate hard.
drink with class.
dance with freedom.
and walk like a bad ass.

because.... its the freakin' weekend!

love,
m

guess who??
umm. duh.
it's me..
ziggy.

just thought i would say hello since my mommy actually sat still to glance at the computer. 

however...when she went to tinkle i snatched the computer for a quick little blog post of my very own. 

so, here ya have it.

i sure hope everyone is having a wonderful thursday.

and remember....

the sun never sets on a bad ass.


xoxo, 
z

toys R fuss.

 so i took it upon myself to save the horrific sad little life of an innocent child and the appearance of their toy chest. [for where one stores their toys is a big deal, you know]

  i refused to take  a before picture. i just couldn't bring myself to snap. 
[think primary colored butterfly's and flowers on a poo-poo pink and puke purple chest.] 

i'm not hating on this chest.... it just doesn't make me blush. 
okay, i lied. i am hating. 

it was terrible. awful. it made me cringe for the child who once had to hide their toys, the things they love, behind the walls of that thing. i pushed it in front of all the other projects on my to-do list and sprinkled it with a touch of sunshine.

sorry for all the shadows. 

it just comes natural with the ole' crackberry camera.

love,
m

 well, hello!

this blogger has been busy.... just not with blogging. 
unfortunately i don't know where to begin to play catch up.
so instead.... i chose to randomly throw in stories and pictures from the past several months (give or take)...

{just know,and accept,that the order is all wacked up.}

but for now- here is a picture showing via facial expressions how i feel about:

the time change.

the (extremely) pale skin i am wearing. 

the freezing cold nights before the fire gets right where it needs to be. 

having to get up and out of my warm bed so early in the mornings.

 tomorrow is friday. 
enough said.

love,
m

You know.... I decided that tonight was just as good as any other night this week to listen to the disco biscuits playlist on my iPod and clean my room. And possibly take a break or two for some snuggle love from my ziggy. how about them apples? Are they the ones worth bobbing for?

"Sunday funday"

"slow down dear love we're moving fast, at the pace of a broken hourglass.... My love this day..grew strong and quick. Like the last one and the one before, oh Monday....slipped up and washed away our Sunday" (just a small piece from a song I recently wrote.)

chances are....
i am going to judge you by your ringtone.

love,
m.