blogging comes naturally. cleaning does not.: Haircut #1: a.k.a. Hair cuttery disaster of 2009. Lesson learned: cheap haircuts are cheap

an all-around talent of husbandry perfection. not only can he deadlift 5 sheets of drywall on any given day, but he gets up early before he leaves for work (5am!) to help tidy up a few dishes, misc toys or a load of laundry. as if that wasn't amazing enough, he arrives home (and after pouring a man sized glass of ice-filled ice tea) he plops himself on the floor and joins in our munchkin fun. he's been known to spring out into spontanious song (he's a walking juke box, i tell you!) and can often be found teasing me about my many rediculousnesses (like my crazy spelling, homeschooledness, or the fact that i can't ever remember to fill the car up with gas).
it's not unusual to find him crafting some type of home project with one of his one million tools (the man seriously needs a garage), but he's constantly a dreamer...keeping our many dreams alive as he reminds me to think outside the box.
he knows me too well. i'm surprised he still likes me after knowing all my crazy. but somehow he does. and i love him more than i could ever write or say.
he's my mr. clinto. my love.

my mind lives in a current state of blog. at any given moment, i can tell you two things:
-how many calories i have consumed
-the current blog script running amid my brain

i can't help but write aloud the things that bring our lives together. it's like self therapy, and in a way, a wonderful diary of our lives. a (VERY lengthy) story for my kids to someday read and know who i am, who we are, and who we were through the years.

i have a lot of creative energy. it needs to erupt somehow. somewhere. sometimes i paint. sometimes i sew. sometimes i meander. sometimes i devise great ideas that i'll never have time to attempt or accomplish. sometimes i just need a good friend and a cup of coffee (with a LOT of french vanilla creamer :)

i'm glad you are here. i'd love to hear from you. after all, we are all in this together. maybe our paths are different, but we can meet at a crossroad and walk together for a bit....or maybe a few miles, or perhaps through the years.

the blog is a wonderful world. i'm addicted to it :)

our resident little guy. although he's catching up fast. a lovie toting, smile wearing, dirt digging, no-look jumping, book loving, car entusiast. always ready for a cuddle or a ball throwing contest, this little man will surprise anyone with his distance throws, his ever bright bluie blues, and his upmost sweet self. he's quite the ladies man in his yet young years, and knows how to flash a smile to melt even the shadiest of characters.
he has enabled me to keep a precious legacy alive, as he is 30 years younger than me, and i am 30 years younger than my dad, who is 30 years younger than his dad, who was 30 years younger than his dad. ok, that was a little lengthy, but you get the picture.
his precious spirit has breathed life into me. he has the such an aptitude for love. he's my rowie-row.

blogging comes naturally. cleaning does not.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Haircut #1: a.k.a. Hair cuttery disaster of 2009. Lesson learned: cheap haircuts are cheap

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