love day...

valentines day is upon us,again.
personally, i think everyday should be Valentines day. not that i want to wear red or pass out heart candy to everyone, everyday (although that would be ok),i'm just saying, shouldn't the people you love KNOW you love them without having one special day to say it?? i'm just saying.....
but since we're talking about love. i'm going to make you my LIST of things i LOVE.
cuz, that's WHAT I LOVE to do...

grape mentos from china. (yes, that's the only place you can get them. my folks bring them home every year)
rainy days.
clinique super lip gloss. stays on for hours. unless of course, i'm doing a lot of kissing. that happens sometimes.
when the Hub grows a goatee.
Dry humor.
beaches.
my parents.
little houses on the prairies.
jeans. flare legs. low rise (but high but NOT as high as grandma high, not low as in 'those are cute thongs' low)
the smell of freshly ground coffee.
you've got mail. as in the movie AND i've got mail in my mailbox!
My sister.
taylor hicks.
the Carpenters.
silence.
solitude.
funny people.
funny people that think i'm funny.
funny people who will lie and tell me i'm funny, even when they don't think i am.
paint stores.
white wine.
My brothers.
Staying home.
My boys.
costco hot dogs and chicken wraps.
cottage cheese.
dill pickles.
flaws.
old people.
being a child of God.
Dryer sheets, lots of dryer sheets.
fabric softener. lots of fabric softener.
blogging.
the zoo.
the tattoo i'm dreaming about getting.
people magazine.
plain doughnuts.
old hymns.
my grandparents.
kind people.
sarcastic people.
my mother-in-law.
my Best Friend’s Wedding.
fresh, soft,crisp white towels.
80's music.
reality t.v.
the underdog.
the Hubs arms.
my miniature vase collection. miniature as in small little vases,not miniature as in not so many.
chicago.
new york city.
Faith.
Norah Jones.
mismatched silverware.
late, late nights.
jay leno.
good books.
uninterrupted God time.
target.
gap sales on Wednesdays.
vacuumed floors.
giggling boys.
legos.
tan legs.
cheese.
garage sales.
antique stores.
thrift stores.
people that love my boys.
a God that saved me.
my laptop.
spring.
HGTV.
grace.

this may be universal with boys, that's what i've heard, but i wonder, do all boys need a little fire under their bee-hives to get them moving?
moving as in work.
not moving as in being alive.
i don't know, maybe this is a 'kid issue' and not just a boy issue. either way, some days it's like pulling teeth to get a few chores done around the house. however, yesterday it's like the bus dropped off the wrong children. like most days, i have a list. whether it be in my mind or on a sheet of paper, the list exists. well, yesterday, it was on paper. i was all prepared for the 'battle' that i was sure was awaiting me and wouldn't you know it, MY CHILDREN, with little to no arguing did their list AND i even had one that went above and beyond saying, and i quote "mom, i think i'll just pick up the air soft bb's from the patio cuz i think that would help you and sam (sam's gun was running low)!! you can imagine the way my heart swelled with pride. so, try this out for yourself...give them their i-pods, with permission to turn it as loud as need be, bribe with a few bucks cash and watch them BLOSSOM before your own eyes.
today, however, it looks like the bus driver dropped off the right kids after all. that's ok, i'll keep um. sometimes lazy and all. at least their MY lazy and i love them just the same.

pruning in february??

it's a fact.
i love snow.
i'm extremely jealous that my Midwest fam is hunkered down in the middle of a snowstorm.
i would like to be there with them.
they, on the other hand, would probably like to have spend the day doing what i was doing.
i was a pruning machine.
prune. prune. prune.
mr. snow, you've had your chance. please don't come back and kill my plants. you know the ones that are BUDDING.
that would make me not like you anymore.
mrs.sunshine, i love you.

spit wads...

it's morning. WHO got up in the night and pelted the kitchen window with spit wads?
it must have been a burglar cuz no one is claiming this one.
suspicious. very suspicious.