Wordless Wednesday

We love Mamaw!

Anyone Out There?

I have been gone for so long, many of the bloggers I followed are no longer around. That leads me to believe that many of my gentle readers are no longer around either!

So, please drop me a comment if you're still around!!

What's Important?

I am a wife & a mother. I love my husband & I love my children so much it hurts sometimes.
It's the end of the school year & I'm hurting for them right now. Thinking about how they are growing up before my eyes just makes me want to smile from ear to ear & cry a river at the same time!
So many things are going on in our lives right now, but I love it. What I don't love is how hard it seems to keep friends when one is a "grown up."
I have some wonderful friends, great people to count on & hang out with. Some of these are friends are such comfortable friends. What I mean is, it's like we never lose touch. Even if it's been months since we've talked, we pick right up like we never left. Perfect.
Sometimes it just doesn't seem so easy. I'm not sure why. I have 3 kids. One "tween," one adolescent princess & a 5 year old. 'Nuff Said. And as I am currently unemployed, I am job hunting. So, we're on a budget. Not being able to go out & socialize all the time should not be a deal breaker in the friend game. I've never faced this before, it's a new thing for me.
At this stage in my life, I need friends who make me feel good about myself, my family & my life. At 37 having a friend shouldn't be that hard.
Don't get me wrong, I know all my friends are great people, maybe I'm just feeling melancholy today.
My good friend Dr. Seuss reminds me often to "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."

Overheard on Spring Break

We took a great family trip to see the great grandparents over Spring Break. Tight quarters in the car to and from made for fun, fun comments!! And these are just the ones I wrote down....

(While getting ready to go to Kennedy Space Center)
Grandmother: What are you going to do today?
The Flying Monkey: We're going to space!

(While hearing about "growing pizza plants")
TFM: Pizza's not a veggie-ble.

(While trying to watch a movie)
Queenie: I can't hear!!!!
Number One Son: Queenie, Shut It and you'll be able to hear!!!

(Riding in the car.... and riding... and riding.)
Queenie & TFM: (bicker, argue...)
NOS: Guys...
Q & TFM: (bicker, argue...)
NOS: Guys....
Q & TFM: (bicker, argue...)
NOS: Guys!! Rock, paper, scissors, already!!!

Who's the Boss?

Hello Gentle Readers. Is anyone there? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
Yes, I know it's been awhile. But I'm back!

I am officially not the boss at my place of employment any longer. Victim of the economy, who knows, they just did not need my services anymore. That's about what I got for an explanation.

But if you read this blog at all, you know I was not really happy there. I just would have liked to have had a job waiting for me when that one ended. And, selfishly speaking, I would have liked for it to have been my choice. But, c'est la vie!
So..... I am going to try to blog more often now! In between job hunting, that is!

I hope you all have a great week and if you're suffering from downsizing like the Boss Lady is, hang in there!

Letter to Santa

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and that you get everything you could hope for this season. Christmas is very special in the Boss Lady household and even though times have been tough for us the past few months, we definitely count our blessings and are thrilled to be as blessed as we are.
We are celebrating the true reason for the season this year and we are excited to celebrate Jesus' Birth.

Here is the sweet letter that Number One Son is leaving for Santa Claus by the cookies tonight.

Dear Santa,
How do you feel after the Christmas run? I think you feel fine.
I think I'll love the toys that you will give me.
Your best friend,
Number One Son

Short, sweet, to the point, and... sweet.

Have a Sweet and Merry Christmas.

Overheard under the Christmas Tree

Overheard at home while pondering what to get Daddy / DH for Christmas:

Boss Lady: What do you guys think your dad wants for Christmas?
Number One Son: More firewood?
Queenie: A new baby girl!