Monday, December 27, 2010

We Survived...

Wow. That was one crazy week for our family! It turns out I had bronchitis with double ear infections. Not good! I was pretty sick for a couple days but the doctor put me on some pretty strong medication and we were able to get what we needed to done. All of our Christmas shopping was done on Christmas Eve. Yikes!

Browny... up to his usual tricks!

Fly Boy's mother is Thai (his father is American) so he and Chai Tea made a huge spread one night. Unfortunately, I was upstairs in bed and didn't get to enjoy it with the family. What I did have was wonderful!

These are called, "Son-in-law eggs".



YUM!!!



I didn't do my usual baking but we got so much delivered...
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That was a good thing.




I had hoped the bronchitis would counteract my cookie consumption...
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Nope.




Chai Tea and Fly Boy got married on December 23rd... on the day that would have been Mr. Macchiato's Grandma's 100th birthday. She went to be with the Lord last year just two months shy of her 99th birthday. Chai Tea picked that day to get married for that reason. It was a stunning morning with all the trees encased in white framed by the beautiful Colorado blue skies.



In keeping with tradition in our family... the day included some sit com style drama. Fly Boy's family is from Biloxi, Mississippi, and we had not met them. They drove 22 hours straight and did not get in until the day before. We invited them to come to the house before we all left for the courthouse (Chai Tea and Fly Boy wanted a civil ceremony) so we could talk a bit and take pictures.
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Our house was a wreck. By Colorado standards it is a small home and bursting at the seams with people, pets and stuff. Add to that Christmas decorations that include a large tree and... oy. I thought we'd have time to get everything cleaned up. It was just too crazy. When they arrived I was just out of the shower and had to do my make-up, hair and get dressed. Then as I was dressing I noticed that my lace cover up had a stain on it... I was horrified. I didn't have any other suitable options so I stood staring at myself in the mirror like a deer caught in headlights. It already looked like I snatched it off of one of my grandma's tables... the stain along with my clodhopper shoes that were too big just completed the picture. What could I do? I schlepped downstairs.
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Our living room and dining room was wall to wall people and I found it very uncomfortable. I tried my best to be as welcoming as I could. I felt enormous next to his family. I rarely wear shoes with any kind of heel on them and when I do I have trouble walking graciously. Shoot... I never walk graciously anyway. I'm a 5'11" giant. Fly Boy's mom has got to be barely 5 ft tall. Fly Boy is taller than Chai Tea and she's 5'6 1/2" (jokingly referred to as the short one in our family) but he's the tallest in his family by far. I couldn't help but wonder what they would think of my little brother who is nearly 7 ft tall.
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We got through the small talk, shoved a couch up against the dining room chairs so we could try to take pictures in front of the tree, and then left in a four vehicle caravan for the courthouse with Chai Tea and Fly Boy in the lead. I questioned what she was doing when she didn't take the turn I would have but there are more than one way to get places so I wasn't too concerned. That is, until she didn't take the next four or five options and we ended up on the freeway. We would still be able to get where we were going in a long, round about way... until she missed that exit. His parents, in possession of a GPS, whipped around in front of them and took the lead.
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I thought all was good until they all passed the courthouse. I then whipped around in front of everyone and lead the way. We were cutting it close so we hurriedly dumped our change into the meters and ran into the courthouse where we were informed by a security guard that we were at the wrong courthouse. Chai Tea was none to happy with me right about then. He gave us directions and we all ran back to our cars to rush to the other courthouse. Chai Tea and Fly Boy were once again in the lead but she went to turn on the wrong street. I drove up alongside her honking my horn and yelling we had to go straight and turn on another street. She didn't believe me and there was shouting back and forth and then, once the light turned green, she gunned her car and drove all crazy to get in front of me.
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Once again we all hopped out of our cars, shoved change into meters and ran up the courthouse steps... to the wrong entrance. We then had to run around the building to the entrance and were brought up short by the airport like security complete with trays to put all your belongings in. Chai Tea had a knife in her purse that apparently she carries for protection that we had absolutely no knowledge of. Double Shot was given the job of running it back out to her car. The bride and groom along with his parents made it through security and ran to find the judges chambers while the rest of us waited for Double Shot to get through.
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Once we were all up on the 5th floor we ran into the rest of our party now running back the other way. When the judge's secretary saw how many of us there were she had the couple go into his chambers and quickly took the rest of us into the courtroom where we all took seats in the jury box. We all had a few minutes to joke around about the craziness before they came in for the ceremony.
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I had never attended a civil ceremony before. It was a bit surreal and I felt like it all went too fast. The judge was wonderful and the words they chose were not all that different from a church wedding. And then I sat there, in a jury box, the mother of a married child...
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The kids' appointment with the judge was originally for 5 pm and we planned to go straight from the courthouse to the reception which started at 6 pm. They decided to close the courthouse early that day for the Holidays and moved their time up to 2 pm which threw a monkey wrench into things. I had planned on taking Frappy with me to decorate the banquet room at the Italian restaurant we had the small reception at in the morning. With the time change we decided to take care of that after the ceremony so we left with the friend who was taking pictures for us to go do that while the kids went to check into their hotel and the rest found something else to do for a couple hours.
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The Reception went off without a hitch and we were very happy with the time spent with family, friends, and good food.
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The Boquet...




The Reception...




The Cake...

Monday, December 20, 2010

Oh My Goodness...


I'm in serious need of prayer!!!
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I am very sick. My head is no longer hurting like it was and I'm thinking clearly but it hurts so bad when I cough that I could cry. I was supposed to make the wedding cake this morning with my friend (you put it in the freezer so it is easier to decorate and we were going to do that Wednesday). I still have shopping to do for the reception. I have not bought Christmas presents. I have not mailed my parents presents.
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My daughter is getting married in 3 days...

Friday, December 17, 2010

The D Team in Swaziland

D-Team Swaziland Africa from Adventures In Missions on Vimeo.



We worked with the D Team, a group of young Swazi adults, while in Africa. These kids are amazing and I'm pretty choked up watching them on here this morning... I want to go back.

Be One!!!

Difference of ONE from Children's HopeChest on Vimeo.



I know some of these people in this video from my trip to Africa.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Welcome to Brown Town


Coffee Bean stuck this hat on me. She wanted a picture of all us dogs in front of the Christmas Tree in ridiculous get ups. We are dogs. We always have on clothes in the form of FUR. Well, I don't play games. I ditched that stupid hat right in front of the tree and she never got it back on me. I've still got some moves left. Do you know she calls me "The Walrus"?



Oh yeah. This is as good as it got and it is blurry.
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Take that Coffee Bean! By the way, 4 pairs of panties and untold numbers of socks. I'm good. I can open her bedroom door. You'd think she'd learn and keep her laundry up off of the floor.

Really. Do I look like a Walrus to you? Where's the respect? And what is with saying I stink all the time? I smell mighty fine! Let's talk about Febreeze... that stuff STINKS! I produce my own form of Grecian formula that keeps my coat shiny and leaves the hands of those that pet me with a film that smells of toe jam and swass (swamp + ...). It is AWESOME!!!
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I ask you, where is the LOVE?!?!



I am 12 years old. That is 84 in dog years. Coffee Bean should bring me treats every two hours just because I am still alive.



Right now would be nice.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Well, Well, Well...


Chai Tea used to go around saying Well, Well, Well... when she was around 3 years old. She got it from her Grandpa and it was so funny to watch her walk around with her hands on her hips saying that.
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WeLL, wEll, Well... Guess WHO is a morning person?!?!?! My in 8 days son-in-law FLY BOY!!! He is sleeping in Chai Tea's room while she is locked in the basement until they are married next week. I came downstairs this morning to find him wide awake. Chai Tea was also up and chatty but... hE He hO Ho he... that is an aberration. She's just excited he's here right now. That girl wasn't even a morning person as a baby. I would stand at the end of her crib and jiggle it in the mornings trying to get her to wake up. I couldn't believe I got the baby with the internal alarm clock of 10 am.
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There is justice in this world.
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Mr. Macchiato and I took the excited couple out to breakfast at Village Inn.
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There's an app on facebook today on what your top words used in your status updates for 2010 were. I, of course, was curious.
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1. Morning
2. Oy
3. Need
4. Happy
5.Oh
6. Boy
7. Don't
8.Tonight
9. Friends
10. Titans
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Morning is my #1 word?!?!? Hilarious!
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Mornings are good. All you morning haters need to get with it and see the light! It is called the Sun. God turns it on every day when it is time to get up.
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For the next 8 days I am no longer alone in this house of morning haters. Awesome.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Fly Boy is on a plane right this very moment and headed our way...

My house is not clean. Yet. I will be the white tornado when I get off of here.

I got an e-mail from someone yesterday that threw me for a loop. The job I wanted so bad last summer is back open. Dare I go for it again?

I think I ate a dozen cookies yesterday.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

What's Up?


Taff Taff the Raga Muff




Benny giving a serious handshake



Tuna Noodle Casserole ala Kelly... made with red bell peppers and green peas to make it Christmassy. There's some pepper jack cheese in there too. The leftovers are rotting in our fridge.



I got a haircut.



A super duper short haircut!
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Mr. Macchiato has never liked short hair.
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Mr. Macchiato: Wow... that is short! I like it though. It is sassy. You look very middle aged.
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Me: Middle aged? (totally giving him the you are on thin ice look)
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Mr. Macchiato: You are hot for someone in their forties.
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Bless His Heart
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(that's a southern thing)
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Men. They just don't get some stuff.

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I just love our Colorado sky!



The senior parents at Double Shot's school do a special luncheon once a month for the kids. I'm in charge of this month's. This very large basket contains 250 cookies made by moi (chocolate chip, snickerdoodles, pumpkin, and sugar cookies). This could have been unbelievably stressful but a couple of angels in the form of other moms have blessed me immensely!
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One of them is my helper. I'd just think about calling her and she'd beat me to it. She took care of all the e-mailing and tracking of donated items. To me, this is the hardest part with these type of events. Really, I feel like she's the one that put this together.
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I was thinking I was going to have to make all of the breakfast burritos myself (It's a breakfast themed lunch. What?) when I got an e-mail from another mom offering to make all 100 of them herself. I couldn't believe it! I was just starting to feel the pressure and having that part of the luncheon taken care of like that was such a relief!
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It will be nice to get that done with tomorrow. I am in just get through the next thing mode. When I think about everything I start to panic. We are always busy this time of year but this year it is much more so starting with Thanksgiving. I'm fine as long as I concentrate on the next thing...
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I have not even started my Christmas shopping.
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PaNic.
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Tuesday... Fly Boy arrives. He and our Chai Tea are getting married on the 23rd.
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PANIC!!!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Found!!!

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He dropped his money... and was quite upset about it.
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I wonder how I would feel if someone took a picture of me in one of my worst moments and posted it on their blog... None to happy I expect. That's why I make sure that when I do posts like this that the person is unidentifiable. That makes it better, right?
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Right???
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Probably not...
Oy.
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I need to clean. And do laundry. And bake cookies.
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And... stop eating.
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And... get back to exercising.
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But... it is the Holidays.
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Sigh.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

My Little Princess

Oh my goodness...
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I can't hardly stand it!
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Taffy is aDoRaBLe.



She makes my heart go pitty pat!


She has many nicknames...
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Taff Taff
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Taffinator
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Piglet
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Miss Piggy
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Little iddy biddy furry snuggly buggy
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and now...
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Prozac




I have never allowed a dog in my bed... until her.
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This little baby takes showers with me.
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Is that weird?
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It is just easier and she doesn't shed so it's not like I'm getting dog fur on my naked body.
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Okay, it is totally weird.
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No one is ever going to read this blog again.




You know what else?
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I hug and kiss and blow raspberries on her belly.
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I can't help myself.

BOOPER!!!

Mama doesn't know what to blog about today.
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No post yesterday because she was gRuMpY.
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Call up Mr. Macchiato and push ALL his BIG RED BUTTONS gRuMpY.
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She was fine after he went nUcLeAr.
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Sometimes... Ya just gotta have some company in cRaZy ToWn.
All is good today.


She found these pictures from 2008 while looking for a picture she once took of a guy that was crawling around on the ground at the drive-thru ATM trying to retrieve all the money he dropped.
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He was using swear words in nEw and uniQue comBinations that she remembers and laughs about to this day.
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Yes, she took a picture of him.
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She is BAD like that.



There are pictures of her and Mr. Macchiato in this album where they both double as BEACHED WHALES.
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Mr. Macchiato lost all his weight.
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She's got a waaaaaay to go.
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He goes to the gym regularly.
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She does NOT.
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She has a list of eXcuses 4.8 miles long.
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No really.




She could get off the computer and take me for a walk...
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yes! Yes! YES!
A walk! A walk!
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Pretty Please?!?!
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Excuse #17: She has stuff to do... like laundry, and cleaning and Christmas stuff. Looks a heck of a lot more like blogging and facebook to me!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Oh, The Things I've Made My Children Do...

These pictures are from 2008. If you know our last name you will get the over the top cheesey-ness of these pictures.















Being a Mom is so much fun sometimes... I think that someday they will appreciate these photos.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Life with Browny

Earlier tonight I came home to Browny wearing a pair of my panties that he destroyed on his collar. Mr. Macchiato's cousin told my mother-in-law to do this when he shredded a pair of his socks in a hotel room when they were on their way out here. He said he wouldn't like it and would stop doing that because he wouldn't want to bear the shame of having to wear his bad behavior around his neck. This is the second pair of my panties he has eaten in two days.


I ask you... does Browny even look remotely ashamed of himself?


Is it possible there is actually a glimmer of remorse reflected in his eyes?

I say, NO!!! He looks quite pleased with himself actually! Afterall, he's got panties on his collar! How awesome is that! If they fall in the proper position he may actually get to nibble on them some more. How convenient!




Benny says, "What the Heck?"



Browny... the reason I now need hampers with lids.