She Truly Is Her Mother and Fathers Daughter

Cambry came home from the library today with a large pile of books. She immediately wanted to sit down and have them all read to her right then.

Cambry picked out Rush as her dance music today- twice.

We're so proud. Sniff, sniff.

QUESTION?

Anyone who reads this and lives where I live (and if you read this you probably know where I live):

Do you know a good chiropractor in the area?

Do you know a good oncologist or hematologist or someone who specializes in blood disorders?

Especially the last one.

Email me!

Randomness On Church Related Things (Mostly)

While getting ready for church today I thought I should probably do something about my eyebrows, but I just can’t handle pulling them out. It makes me cry and cry, even if I use baby Orajel and ice to numb them first.

Cambry loves church, I’m not sure why because we spend most of the time telling her to be quiet, sit down, and share. Three things she does not like to do. Ever.

While talking with a woman at church I noticed her eyebrows were very nicely shaped. Too bad mine looked like an African bushman.

I have horrible eating habits. Yet, I eat better than most people I know.

Singing makes my throat hurt. A lot. I only sing if it’s one of my favorite hymns. We never sing my favorites.

Once I read a book about a girl who stopped talking when something traumatic happened to her. When she did talk it hurt her a lot. I wonder if something traumatic happened to me once while I was singing. Probably someone told me I sounded bad.

I am very self conscious about everything. It’s annoying, but I can’t stop feeling that way. I should say some good stuff about myself. This is my blog after all.

I am a good mother. Not perfect, just really good.

I like my face, even if my eyebrows are bushy.

I like to sing to Cambry and to myself. And we don’t care if I sound bad. When I sing for us, my throat doesn’t hurt.

I’m hungry. I think I’ll eat some pasta salad and a handful of m&m’s while reading Persuasion.

Which, by the way, I don’t like as much as people make me feel I should like it.

“Pink! The Sky Pink!”

That’s what Cambry has been exclaiming for the last five minutes.

We have a pretty pink sunset to close out a pretty successful day. Sure my house isn’t  spotless and I’m barely dressed, but I crossed off everything on my Monday list that I felt I needed to accomplish in order to feel I had a successful day. I even managed something extra and cut out Cambry’s Valentine’s Day outfit.

Monday= Success.

New Years

I hate New Year Resolutions. Every year I write a list of improvements and then I look at that stupid list and think, “I am a horrible person.” (NYR 2002: Don’t speak badly about yourself) And then I post that list up where I can see it and I look at it everyday for about a week all the time thinking, “I am a horrible person.” until the tape loses it’s stickiness and it drops to the floor where it’s piled up with all the other “important” papers and then thrown away when that pile becomes too tall. (NYR 2004: Organize your house)  So, I’ve stopped doing New Years Resolutions (don’t you feel that those words should all be capitalized?). However, I am a follower (NYR 2006: Don’t be a follower) and everyone else is posting their list on their blog so I decided to try it one more time. Here is my list:

1. Eat

2. Sleep

3. Have fun

I think it’s achievable. It doesn’t make me hate myself. It’s perfect.

And here’s a NYR from Cambry: Wear glasses like Daddy…they make you look smart you know.

Lazy Blogging

Check out my child in her supreme cuteness and super genius here.