Not Me Monday!

Welcome to Not Me Monday! Brought to us by MckMama, enjoyed by many.

It was not me who just got excited when I realized I do have a "new" picture of Dylan to post today when I thought I did not. That would be silly.

This is not Dylan all crashed out at Nee Nee's after VBS the other night.

It is not me who has STILL not responded to my lovely bloggy friends like I have intended too. Rachel, Julie, Terri, Brenda (jane), Cuzzin Robyn, Alva Mae, Aunt Woo Woo, etc, I am so thankful to all of Dylan's fans and for the interaction we have through the bloggy world. I just haven't shown it very well lately.

It is not me who just ate four (technically five if you count the raw one) cinnamon rolls at 2 something in the morning. That would be ridiculous.

It was not me who gave Dylan a hair cut/trim this past Friday before he went to his paternal side of the family (cause they always cut his hair if it is "too long" to suit them) and he did not love it AT FIRST. Then he did not get a better look in the mirror and break out in a screaming fit of NO NEE NEE CUT BABY'S HAIR! for about 5 solid minutes. It was not him who went back into said screaming fit at the mere mention or recollection of said haircut. We have not laughed about this until we cried. I am not (perhaps for real!) ever cutting his hair again.

Dylan's favorite new phrase is not "Hold this." as he hands you whatever he is carrying, from something small like fuzz to something as large as a broom.

Dylan did not point out just about each and every single coal truck, super large truck, work truck, etc, as he looked out the window at KFC the other night when we were having an early Father's Day dinner with Poppy. There is only about a gazillion vehicles that Dylan puts into the category of "Big!!!!!" and he shouts it like it is the first time he has ever saw a big truck each and every single time.

It was not Grammy that I caught Sunday driving "all the way" around our town (which took all of 30 seconds, if that) so she would pass a certain parking lot with two "bigs" parked in them and they would be on Dylan's side of the car, so he could more easily see them. He is not that spoiled or rotten.

It was not me who nearly ran off the road honking at Chester Sunday night as he traveled home in his "big" truck and I traveled back to my apartment. I had not been looking for him cause I knew I was gonna pass him, and still basically missed him anyway, then nearly ran off the road looking in my rear view mirror. I mean, it's just Chester and he has only drove a "big" truck for like 20 years, so I am TOTALLY used to passing him by now. Ahem.

It is not me who GET'S TO GO SEE THE PHILLIES NEXT TUESDAY and is counting down the minutes!!!!!!!!!!! They play the Cincinnati Reds in Columbus, and Sonya & her family and I are traveling there to cheer on the Reds/Phillies. (Me the Phillies, them the Reds.) I do not have a special shirt made for just this occasion. I do not have secret plans to kidnap one Mr. Chase Utley (okay, okay, I really DON'T) and take him back home with me. Nope, Not Me!

It is not me who cannot wait to see Toy Story 3 this coming weekend. I can't believe I didn't get out to see it opening weekend. Not me!

It is not me who is down to one fish (Jacob) and said fish is not about to drive himself crazy circling the tank like that fish in Finding Nemo who lost her reflection when the tank got dirty. It is not me who plans on getting him some tank-mates tomorrow, if doesn't go crazy by then.

It is not me who is out of "not me's!"

Happy Monday everyone!

VBS for Dylan!

This past week, Dylan went with his Nee Nee to a near by church that was having Vacation Bible School. This church is right beside where Sonya & Lillian live, and Lillian usually goes to their VBS in the summer as well as our own church's, so Dylan and I tagged along one night. He had a blast!

Putting in the "BOYS" offering with Sonya.

Don't you just love his pirate hat?


This is one of the twins, Jessie. Josh is being shy beside her. I just love them. They are so adorable.


Dylan in his class, reluctantly giving back his pencil.


Take 1 of MANY in an attempt at a group shot!



Josh, the other twin, not feeling very photogenic at the moment.



This is what Dylan did when I yelled, "Show Nee Nee your teeth!" which USED to produce a smile!



Music class. Dylan was not too impressed. He did, however, enjoy dancing with Lillian's class. I didn't get a picture, though.


On to more snacks and crafts.


"I DO NOT want you to take my picture AGAIN, Nee Nee!"


Mr. Grumpy pants! And can you believe that one of the old ladies helping with crafts had the guts to tell me "He didn't fix his ship exactly right...." She can be thankful I was at a visiting church, or they might have needed to lay hands on me or something, after I got finished "laying hands" on her. Idiot. He's TWO. I think his ship is divine, which I told her.


Everyone (well, about 75% of everyone) doing the final dismissal for the night.

Dylan had a blast, but unfortunately only got to attend that one night. Hopefully he will get to make it to more at Silver Creek when we have our VBS.

Happy Friday!

Wordless (mostly) Wednesday

Welcome to Wordless Wednesday, where it is seemingly impossible for me to keep wordless.

Here are the pictures that were supposed to go with my Not Me Monday story, but I didn't get them uploaded in time. (big surprise.) I also am fully aware I missed True Story Tuesday, I have no excuse. I am just still a little brain locked.

On to the pictures.

Here are Edward and Jacob, my two lovely new fish. Of course, they are named after America's favorite vampire and werewolf from the Twilight series. Edward is the white one. (duh)


Here is my attempt to take a picture of Gary the Snail (yes, Lillian named it after Sponge Bob) but he is a bit shy hard to focus in on because the stupid camera wants to focus on everything BUT Gary.


And here is poor Bella. The trip home was too much stress for her, and she didn't make it through the night.


Here is Edward crying some tears over that. (Okay, I KNOW that is awful! The poor fish died, but Allison pointed out Edward's "tears" to me, where we had spilt tank water on the pin!)


Here is where I stabbed Lillian while we were making brownies.


Here is my lame make up "gift" of painting her nails. (I know, I am just too kind, aren't I?)


Here is my Sweet Dylan showing off his new Buzz & Woody flip flops after church.


And here is Dylan showing off his gorgeous triple crown he inherited from his Papaw Maynard. Curly hair AND a triple crown.... boy does Sue B. have her work cut out for her!


Happy Wednesday everyone!

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me Monday brought to us by MckMama!

First off, it is not me who keeps forgetting to write my post as the week goes along so I actually remember all the great stuff I did not do during the week.

It was not me who finally has some fish for her once bare fish tank. Lillian, Allison & I did not name them Jacob, Edward & Bella. Bella has not already died. (NO, we did not kill her! LOL) Jacob and Edward do not appear to be "buddy buddy" which leaves me not believing one of them should be Edwina or Jacobina or something.

It was not me who accidentally "stabbed" Lillian with the knife I was cutting the brownies with when we had our little sleepover with Allison the other night.

I did not weakly make up for it by painting her nails oh-so-cool.
It was not me who bought Dylan another pair of flip flops (like he needs more shoes) just because they had both Buzz and Woody on them. I just couldn't resist.

It is not me who gets to see Baby Boy at my apartment today! Woo Hoo!

It was not me who went and bought the dog a pill at the vet, then promptly turned around and left it on the counter, causing the gal behind the counter to have to chase me down to the parking lot.

And it is not me who tried to put together a shelf for my bathroom, but saw all the pieces that looked so unfamiliar and decided to wait until perhaps another time!

Well, I'm not (for real) on such a roll today, so that is it. Happy Monday!

Letters of Intent

Welcome to Letters of Intent! Brought to us by none other than the fabulous Julie. She rocks. Check it out.

This is my chance to complain, whine, brag, etc. about a particular company/event/person/etc. that I am upset with, pleased with, you get the picture. You know how much I like to do ALL the above, so I look forward to my precious letters. Here goes.

First, my letter of thanks.

Dear family, friends, God, prayer warriors, and such,

Thank you from the depths of my heart for all the help, support, lending of vehicles/time/etc that all went towards my move. Seriously, I do not know what I would have done without you all.

To Mom and Dad, thanks for letting me stay back at home when I got sick and for putting up with me these past years. Thank you for all the love, prayers and support during this moving (and pre-moving) process. You have no idea how much it means to me.

To Amy (my sister) and Dylan, you are welcome to come visit, (especially Dylan) and drink "blue" all day long and such. I can't wait to hear Dylan beg "I wanna go to Nee Nee's house!" (That may be a way's off yet, but a gal can hope, can't she?)

And to Sharon for my surprise house warming party with all the neighbors while Aunt Willie, Tonette and Carol Jo was in, thank you. Even though I forbid such a thing, it was very nice! I even enjoyed it! Thank you Neighbor Amy, Andrea, Sue for all coming down with the rest of our family (Susie, Sharon, Mom, all the fam, ya know) and joining along in our festivities.

Cuzzin Robyn, thank you for the lamps I use in my living room. I will think of how bright a light you have been for the Lord during your cancer journey when I see the bright lights shining from the lovely fixtures. Plus, they are beautiful!

Carol Jo and Tonette, Thank you so much for running all over town to get gifts and such for the party. I am sorry I kept running in to you every where you went, making it slightly difficult for you to buy things and keep all the party stuff a secret. You rocked. (And I SOOOO needed a crock pot, Carol Jo. It was just about the only thing I didn't have! Whoo hoo!)

Sonya and Kim, I don't even know where to begin. You both opened your homes to me to let me begin my "transition phase" before I actually found an apartment so it wouldn't be so difficult on me to leave home all at once when everything went through. (aka: Miss Dylan like CRAZY!) I know it is hard having someone extra around at times, even if it was only weekends, etc, and I appreciate it so much. Sonya, the mattress was truly a god send. I didn't know what on earth I was going to do. (besides sleep on my blow up mattress! lol) And surprising me by fixing that desk they were going to throw away from where you work, helping me put together furniture, carry things, etc. You rock. You are a rock. Kim, I would have been an even more emotional mess without you and your family keeping me laughing, crying (the good kind, you know) and just plain old keeping my mind off things. You get my "craziness" and can help me get a grip. So can Sonya. Thank God for you both.

To Otis Lynn and Lyle, thank you for helping with assembly line also! It was hard work putting that chest together, and you all never lost your cool with all the directions, thousands of pieces, etc. Lyle, you even figured out what on Earth that little spindle was for that no one else could!

To Lillian, Thank you for being so excited and happy for me. It lifted my spirits to know you cared so much.

To James, Thank you for bringing me that tv, for taking Otis & Sonya's truck to my parents house and getting a huge load of stuff and helping me load and unload it. That one piece alone was a total gut buster. I appreciate it so much. Not only the physical labor, but for being there for me during that time and driving around with me while I was freaking out! lol You helped me ways even I don't understand. I am a hard chick to handle, lol, and you keep hanging in there, sweet friend. Thank you.

To Tonette, Lillian & Allison for all being my overnight guests so far, Thank You! It is nice to be able to have people over instead of always being the one who tags along. To amy, Dylan, etc, get your butt's down here!

To Uncle Troy for fixing my windshield wipers (not move related, but TOTALLY necessary!) I am so grateful. I would be stuck with not being able to drive in the rain (which we have had a lot of lately) and that stinks.

To Chester, Thanks for the toaster. I shall think of you when I toast. LOL. If I don't forget.

To God for making all of this possible to begin with and for being there for me when the electric went off, when I had no hot water, for just plain being there, thank you.

Sincerely,

New resident of Apt # 20
Lisa

I guess this should have been a Thank you very much post instead, but I figured a letter was more "appropriate." Plus I wasn't home all day yesterday! lol

Well, dear friends, Happy Friday. I am so sorry if I have left anyone out, as I am sure I have, because my memory rocks like that! Oh yeah, the prayer warriors! Thank you. Anyway, anyone else I forgot, please forgive me and know I am just loony, not ungrateful! I love you all.

Wordless Wednesday

Welcome to Wordless Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday! See ya tomorrow!

True Story Tuesday - Celtic Heart Attack

Welcome to True Story Tuesday brought to us by Mr. Daddy & Rachel at Once Upon A Miracle. Check it out!

Okay, Aunt Willie doesn't know I am doing this, as a matter of fact, she doesn't even know all of what happened. Just read.

The other night, I was on the phone with my friend Kim, and I get a beep. It is my Aunt Willie, so I get it, of course. I can immediately sense something is "wrong" I think, by her voice.

Aunt Willie: "Are you in the living room?"

Me: "No, I am in the bedroom." To myself: Oh lordy, what is wrong. She is crying.

Aunt Willie: "Do you have the TV on?"

Me: "No, there isn't one in this room." To myself: What great tragedy is happening in Louisville as we speak and is all over the news and we are missing it? Has Myrtle Beach been blown away by a hurricane? (Tonette was there) Has terrorists attacked again?

Aunt Willie: "Do you know the Celtic women, you know, who sing?"

Me: "Um, yes....." To myself: Did they all die or something horrific happen to them?

Aunt Willie: "They are singing Amazing Grace on KET and I think it is the most beautiful I have ever heard it sang. It is AWESOME!"

Me: "I bet it is, they sing so beautiful."

Aunt Willie: "Oh, it is over, I waited too late to call you. They are just so amazing...."

Me: "I know." To myself: DO YOU KNOW YOU JUST GAVE ME A NEAR HEART ATTACK, WOMAN? I thought something life or death was going on, not "just" (and I say that lightly cause Amazing Grace IS awesome) Celtic Woman singing their rendition of Amazing Grace. Good grief, I think I am gonna pass out.

Aunt Willie: "Well, I will let you go.... just wanted you to hear it but waited too late...."

Me: "Okay, Aunt Willie. Love you and talk soon ..... etc."

Me clicked back over to Kim: "MY AUNT JUST SCARED ME TO DEATH ABOUT AMAZING GRACE! I need a minute to catch my breath....."

Kim: "Um.... Okay...."

I will never see Celtic Woman and think of them the same again!

And you didn't even know I was totally freaked out, did you Aunt Willie? LOL

Okay, y'all... No one pass out here...

Okay, everyone. Don't pass out or anything medically terrible or whatever, but... GOOD NEWS!!!!!

OUR LIFE WITH DYLAN is UP and RUNNING FULL TIME AGAIN!!!!!

I was going to spend a couple of weeks playing catch-up, but decided that would just put me farther behind, so I will hit a few high points (and fill in a couple of blanks and very nice stories later, but aren't really relevant to what is going on in OUR lives at the moment) and move along.

At first I was going to blame it all on Dylan's less and less photogenic moods lately....

But then he had to go and prove me wrong while his Aunt Woo Woo, Net Net, & Jo was in visiting by smiling so doggone cute.

Here is the whole crew of us (minus me) eating dinner (just like last year) with Cuzzin Robyn! We ate too much, stayed too long, and was way, WAY too loud! In other words, IT WAS GREAT!

Dylan is speaking in 4 to 8 word/syllable sentences, and sometimes when he is mad, he rambles entire speeches, we just don't quite catch it all. He is growing leaps and bounds. Learning rapidly, learning his ABC's with the help of Big Bird and Baby Bear (who I HATE with a passion.... Baby Bear, not Big Bird. Sesame Street gal here. Even got the Bert and Ernie earrings to prove it.) He can climb on and off his BIG HEE HEE (Aka big bouncy horse) ALL by himself so Trigger has been temporarily put out to pasture.

He thinks he can drive, stands up on his battery operated four wheeler to ride it (stands on the seat, of course, not just where your feet go) and is going "poop poop' and 'pee pee' in the potty..... sometimes. Sometimes in the chair. You get the drift. No more bottle. Doesn't even ask for it. Has developed a deep love for "choc MOOK" (chocolate milk) and Yogo Bits.

Thomas the Train has become more of a prominent character on our TV (you're welcome, dear sister) (Not that I promised to NOT ever buy him any Thomas trains or anything...... Just saying....) Dylan even found a package of "big boy underwear" with Thomas on them ALL BY HIMSELF and announced "Thom go home with Baby" and it was so, of course.

If possible, he has his Poppy and Uncle Troy even more wrapped than before. All he has to do is smile, whine, or let a tear roll down his cheek and all is fixed to perfection in his little world.

Oh, yeah. On the serious side, Momma Amy had her gallbladder taken out this past Friday (Poor thing wants to be just like me, its sad, really ;) ) and is doing quite well for all she has been through.

And me........



Well. I moved. Out. All by myself. (With the help of friends and family, of course, but all by myself as in living alone.) I wasn't even too scared the first few nights (COUGH COUGH) or anything. I now live about 45 minutes away (which is not far at all in country time. Seriously, my dad drives to the town where I live just to eat at their KFC because they have the buffet. No kidding. So, Our Life With Dylan WILL continue, but the pictures may be emailed to me from momma Amy (sniff sniff) since I am not around as much anymore. (Of course I am at my mom's kitchen table as I type, but I really do go to the apartment most of the time..... just here for the little sis's surgery.... and to see Dylan... and to wash clothes... and to ...... well, let's rephrase that to I am in an active moving status.

All is well, God is good, and Dylan is asleep and I should be too. Much more to come. Back on track FOR REAL this time!

Oh, bloggy friends and world, how I have missed you!