Good lord, it took me from when I got home this evening until just now to get all the photos organized, uploaded and captioned! I hope you enjoy them. I found that due to early onset Alzheimer’s, I have forgotten what some of the pictures were…Sorry.
Click “The Waving Girl” to see all of our trip photos in full size! 
If you ever get the chance to visit Savannah, you should go!
One guess… more to follow soon!
your daughter calls you and the first words out of her mouth are, “Promise me you won’t get mad…”
Me: “Ummm… I can’t promise you that. What’s wrong?”
Sounds huge doesn’t it? She goes on to relate a story about her (nearly) 2 year old phone. Its display suddenly went black after she hung up, and taking the battery in and out didn’t make it restore to normal.
Me: Why would I get mad at that?
Her: I didn’t want you to think I did it on purpose.
Me (In my head: Picturing an Office Space printer bashing moment, only with her, and her phone.) We’ll have to have the techno guy (the hubby) look at that when you get home.
There for one moment, I had visions of her: in jail, pregnant or in a car wreck. Thank goodness it was only her cell phone display… hmmmm reverse psychology anyone? Naaaawww…
Ashlyn had her knee surgery on Friday and came out with flying colors. In fact, thanks to modern chemistry, her colors aren’t the only thing that’s flying, if you know what I mean. After a couple doses of “the good stuff” she looked up at hubby and I and simply said, with a big cheesy grin no less, “I feel good!” (I half expected her to hop up and do a little James Brown dance.)
She has a giant brace on her leg and we go back to the doctor tomorrow. I’ve got the week off from work if we need to use it, so I am hoping that I’ll get the chance to get back into the swing of posting and get out to see all of you that I’ve been missing for all this time.
American Idol…so happy that Princess Disney is gone…and while Sanjaya did sing well on his song, the creepy eye thing was, well…creepy.
24…I’m having a bit of trouble staying connected with the story this year, but it’s still great. Loooooove me some Jack Bauer. Yum.
I’ll be seeing you all this week, I promise!
All this stuff going on with poor dead Anna Nicole Smith and where to bury her. I’m thinking, if these people really loved her at all, any of them…they’d know that she’d want to be laid to rest near her son. I can see that, and I certainly don’t know her. As for what I think of her family and the people she surrounded herself with, I think she’s in a far better place now. With the exception of maybe that Larry Birkhead. I don’t know. It’s just a freaking circus though, isn’t it?
Ashlyn is hurting very much after troopering through school yesterday. I’ve gotten her into the orthopaedic doctor this afternoon, let’s hope for the best and a speedy recovery. It sucks that I had to miss work my very first week there, but she’s my number one priority and I told them she is my priority when I first met with them. So there you have it. You can’t pick when accidents strike, can you? Please keep her in your thoughts and send her some healing vibes/prayers/juju or whatever it is that you do when you’re asking for unearthly help. I will say that OC is quite pleased that there are people in the house today, I think our absence has confused him, he’s been really clingy at night when I go to bed and he’s laying across my left arm as I type this.
So Ashlyn and I went to get hair cuts and our brows done yesterday after I picked her up from school (yes, I feel bad that I didn’t just make her go sit on the couch knowing what I know today). I wasn’t able to get appointments for us for an entire month out at the local foofoo salon (which I do like to go to, your hair is something that you really shouldn’t skimp on IMO). Well I really needed a cut, as my hair was over halfway down my back and it’s hard to maintain professionalism like that, and well Ashlyn…she’s 17 and likes to change her look. Well…they cut a foot off my hair it seems (more like 10 inches – in little chunks so it can’t even be donated to Locks of Love 
)…and it’s not quite the way I wanted it, and certainly shorter than I did. But it’ll be ok I guess. There’s still plenty to work with as it’s still below my shoulders. Ashlyn is totally having haircut remorse, they cut quite a bit off hers too, but she is remorseful because she told them to do it. I keep telling her she regrets it every time she does that. LOL Our eyebrows…mine are fine..but hers…well she’s not happy with them. I think they look ok, but she thinks they are too thin. But…Ashlyn learned a valuable life lesson today about patience and haircuts/eyebrow waxing. It may take a month to get into the foofoo salon, and you may pay out the wazoo, but some things are worth a wait and in some matters, you get what you pay for. We’re trying to take a picture for our Project 365, but we’re not happy with them so far. We’ll see. It doesn’t help that she’s couch ridden.
Maybe I should have been eeyoreprr instead of tiggerprr?
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