Look at what your boy found....

Dwayne and I were taking a little drive this evening and on the way home he took a little detour. Of course I knew he had to be up to something. He pulled over on a dead end street and jumped out and came back with a bag filled with these funky dirty golf balls. Then he brings them in the house and puts them in my kitchen sink to wash them off *BIG sigh* I asked him why he needed 50+ golf balls and he tells me "I was doing my civic duty to remove them from the roadway to protect the citizens of my fine city. We would not want anyone to have an accident". So I asked him "What do I do with you?" Of course he tells me I should go play some golf with him.

Happy 4th!

We wish all of our friends a Happy and safe 4th of July weekend!! We will be celebrating locally with family :)

Signs I'm in Dwayne's car...

Some of you ladies out there might have a *husband or boyfriend that takes a lot of pride in the appearance or maintenance of their cars. Sadly I have seen some men take better care of their car over their own children. Well I have a different kind of husband and here is a list of that reminds me I am in HIS car.

1. The seat is pulled all the way back and is reclined to the point that you can sleep in that position.
   
2. When I turn the key to start the car the radio comes on FULL blast and scares me senseless.
3. The gas tank is on "E".
4. The windshield has not been wiped in a long time. I am one of those women that can't stand to see even one spot on my windshield.
5. I find Sni....um, candy bar wrappers hidden in random spots. I can't say the brand before he gets on me. Yeah, he thinks he can sneak things he is not allowed to have and I won't find out.
   
6. Why in the world is there McDonald's (sorry honey) Monopoly pieces all over the place? Again, don't think I won't find out your secrets.
7. I see fingerprints on the windows. I don't do fingerprints.
   
8. There is a sticky spot in the steering wheel. Sneaking something you shouldn't have perhaps?
9. There is pollen from the spring season still on the dashboard.
   
10. There are 50 magazines and books on the seat. Oh and of course an overdue book on CD set from the library.
11. The floor mats look like animals live on them.

Does anyone have any similar stories like this?

*Sorry Dwayne, I love you still :)

WTH Wednesday

I went to the doctor's office today and sat in waiting area like usual. I noticed there were two very adorable little girls (about 3 & 5) playing in the corner with the magazines on a little table. It seemed normal, for the first two minutes. I sat there looking around to see where the parent might be. There were not too many of us in the room so after ruling out that none of those people were the girls parents I got a little scared. I was chatting with another lady that was sitting next to me and we were both wondering where the parents were. She told me that the girls has been there since she got there at 9:30. By that time it was 10:40. Long time. Eventually at 11:25 the mother comes strolling out of the back office. Get this, her husband was right behind her. WTH?? Now you mean that both parents were there and they left these little girls alone to wait for you for 2 hours?? Oh the scary things that could have happened to those little girls. I just don't know how anyone could do that.

I am still Bawbi

Cute story: Ever since my daughters were 1 and 3 they have been calling me Bawbi. It came from my oldest mistakenly saying Bawbi for something and we played the back and forth game of "I'm not Bawbi, you're Bawbi". Well the cute, curly haired 3 year old won that game and I have gone by the name of Bawbi for 13 years. Now that I have William I was wondering what he would call me. He rarely ever called me anything at all for so long but recently he was pointing to a photo on our fireplace mantel and he kept saying Bawbi in that cute baby voice. I picked him up and he pointed at his dad and said "Dada" and pointed to me and said "Bawbi". So I guess I will never know what it's like to be called mom besides some of the kids' friends who call me that. The girls told me that if and when they have their own kids that they want my grand kids to call me Bawbi too. I was hoping for Nana but I guess Bawbi would work too. I will forever be Bawbi :)