Thursday, November 19, 2009


Today Isabella waited until I was deeply enthralled in TJMAXX to do a big stinky #2 for the afternoon....typical.

Grandaddy brought home a box of "boom-booms" (ice cream) and Isabella wanted that instead of dinner...typical.

Jasper kept a faithful vigil for any sort of droppings or drips...typical.

(Jasper is very thorough when it comes to droppings)

Tonight, Isabella became excessively loud and rambunctious right when I was sitting down to watch Fox News...typical.

Just now, while typing sweet, sticky little dirty girl climbed up into my lap and gave me kisses then requested to be tickled...typical.

I loved every minute of it...typical.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Like mother, like daughter

I take full responsibility for the strong willed nature of this child. There's really no way out of this one for me.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Cousin of the canine sort

Meet my little brother, Jasper. He is my mother's baby.

Isabella and Jasper go way back.

Like the time he chewed the tips off of all her bottle nipples? Good times, good times...or the time he ate her pacifiers...not such good times. Jasper is also inclined to enjoy a poopy diaper or two if they are left within snouting distance.


These two have a great partnership...Isabella follows him around because he's furry and he allows her to do all manner of things to him.

For example, last night he was a great sport when she painted his entire coat with pink glitter, pulled on his jowels and gave him a noogie.

Jasper follows Isabella around because inevitably, she will be dropping edibles of some sort.

Please, can I keep her? I promise I'll take real good care of her....

I can't figure out who considers who the pet...but I know one thing...

It's love.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

This Vs. That

Last week when Hubby was here, we spent lot of time just soaking up the view.

In my humble opinion, there really is just no comparison....


Will always be more beautiful than that...

But nothing...nothing can compare to this view.

Lordy...I'm having to fan myself over here...I married myself a hunk of burnin' love.


Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Leaf peekin'

I'm back in my old stomping grounds of East Tennessee...and I love, love, love. My parents called a while back...they asked if Isabella and I would care to come home to enjoy some fall foliage? And I said, Why yes, yes we would. They're always doing things like that, my parents. Bringing me home when they know I'm homesick.

You see, I'm a Fall-Foliagophile...a lover of fall foliage. I made that up.

I love my parental units.

It had been over a year since I had been home, and except for my dearest sister who is sporting an adorable basketball of a pregnant belly, nothing has really changed. It's both relieving and sad to come home to find things exactly as you remember and miss them...

Something about being back in the South makes me want to tease my hair higher...and wear more eyeliner...Isabella has got to be confused, she's wondering why her hair bows have ridiculously graduated in size, but as the sweet little old lady working at The Bow Show said; "Oh, honey...the bigger the better."

I love the South.

Isabella is a foliagophile too.