From the deep, deep old South. South Carolina and Georgia. My 90 year old Granny was a hoot. She actually said the word reckon and made it sound sweet. Have to love the South ( Read more... )

Morrigan is currently hanging out in the office with me squealing, well, like a girl. High pitched, listen to my voice, HEAR ME!

Never sounded so sweet.

Our baby is so cool.

Maggie Chicken just ate Morrigan's sweet potato with breast milk lunch ( Read more... )

Because I felt like sharing today..the cuteness of our girl is amazing.


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My Skip says my dream can interpreted as such: werewolves chasing me with fire and stuff = fire under my ass so that I will get off of said ass and get it in shape for our walk-a-thon.

Always can rely upon my Skip to cut to the chase. Love my Skip.

In our house this morning ( Read more... )

Morrigan is sleeping off her rough night in her crib as I type. Ha, must be nice. I tried to wake her up so that she would suffer not get too much daytime sleep and she literally nodded off sitting up. Poor bird is tired. If I were an intelligent kind of girl, I would go sleep myself...alas, I have some FREE TIME! Oh, sweet free time ( Read more... )

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For some reason, Morrigan has not slept well for going on 3 nights now. I have entered the sleep deprivation stage where I feel like I am kind of having strange acid flash backs or I am getting a really bad migraine ( Read more... )