Myrtle Beach, SC in pictures

Wishin I was in 1 of these chairs.

Laying on this beach

swimming with this baby

and this handsome pre-teen boy

looking at this sky

and these chubby cheeks

wondering what he is thinking

and loving those eyes

waking this bridge over water and feeling the breeze

and going to bed looking at this.

I would have uploaded more pics, but I have so many I would be here forever. Blogger must have been experiencing problems. The last set did not even upload, and I tried twice.

Bedtime for me here.

Teresa

Love Affair

Now everyone knows we all look, right, just so long as we don't touch, right? Okay, Okay, this is not about that kind of love affair. It does not involve another human being. Lately I am having a love affair with all-white decorating. I am trying to snatch up ideas galore online and buy cheap things that are white. Did you get that, cheap. Yes, I do like a bargain. My mind and computer work overtime looking for ideas and searching for white junk.

We are still trying to get this house painted. We still have a mess and things sitting everywhere, things to be donated and things to be sold at auction or yard sales or estate sales, living estate sales that is as we are not dead yet. Least I don't think so. Anyhoo, I begged to paint this entire house white when we built it and no can do said the hubby. He wanted color, and color we got. Until lately I was pretty content with this until marks starting showing on the walls from the kids and well, just plain ol' tired of the colors. I figure I will add my color back with accessories. I did agree lately to paint the family room a little neutral, and with the new leather sectional we had, the white stuff just did not go. Needless to say, a man has to have a room for his own, right. Had we had loads of money it would have been 1 awesome media room, theater chairs, surround sound, which he has, but a more expensive combo, and all the bells and whistles for him to watch television. I mean, how much stuff do you need to sit down and watch television. Total waste of time if you ask me. Oh well, off my soap box, and on to my love affair.

I have also developed a love affair for canvas drop clothes. The possibilities are endless. We have made curtains for the family room, bedding, and now I am thinking about tablecloths, shower curtains, pillows and you name, I plan on doing it.

As you can see, most of my love affairs are with decorating things, and I am contemplating starting another blog just on decorating because I love it, and used to spend a lot of time on this stuff but don't seem to have that time right now with the baby, and my job, which by the way, ahem, I am supposed to be doing right now. Let's keep that a secret, won't ya.

As for Darrell, he has found another woman. Yes, another woman I say, and like I said before, not another human being, not someone able to love him back, but yes, the GPS. You heard me, the GPS. He said he loves her, and well actually, I do too. We even named her MAD MYRTLE since Myrtle Beach was our 1st trip using her. I used to think GPS systems were for dummies, and who needed 1, well apparently we do. Guess we are dummies after all, something I had been thinking for a while now, just needed this reassurance. People spend the money on a GPS. Made our life and trip so much easier. Now if only MAD MYRTLE could come clean this house and do this laundry for me!

Teresa

Was It Really That Bad?

I have been delegating jobs to Gage lately. I figure he is 12 and he needs to do his share around here. After all, I feed and clothe him, right? No, just kidding. I feel like chores make him responsible and will make him a well-rounded adult. After all, they never hurt me. Plus, this give me more time to blog. LOL.

Anyway, this morning as I was changing Aidan's diaper, and no we do not use cloth diapers. I am honestly just too lazy. Might as well tell ya the truth. I do, however, put his disposable diapers in a diaper pail with a lid. Let me tell ya, when I took that lid off there this morning to add another to the massive heap already in there (I am not sure when I emptied it last, probably at least a week, hey we have been busy, remember), I thought the smell was going to knock me down. It was like a bomb going off in there. My nose hairs are still trying to recuperate. I immediately threw the diaper in and put the lid back on. You see, I would have normally immediately changed this myself but I am working again today, really not here blogging right now, and I needed to get started. I have so much to get done before we leave for Myrtle Beach.

When Gage got up this morning I told him I had some chores for him today. He said just give it to me now, rolled his eyes, and said so I can get started. I let him know he could eat 1st and actually might want to. He disagreed and rolled his eyes again so I gave him my list. Normally I like to write these things down since he does tend to get sidetracked and forget. Today was empty all the little trash cans from the bathrooms, vacuum the entire house (we do have hardwood floors but I love my Dyson and we usually vacuum everything instead of use a broom or a Swiffer), and, and, wait for it, the dreaded diaper pail. I asked him again if he was sure he did not want to eat breakfast before he got started. He insisted no still. I informed him of where the Lysol was and to take it with him. Meanwhile, I am back to working, transcribing away, and I here him upstairs say, "OH MY GOD!" I just laughed under my breath while working. Did I really just send my 12-year-old son upstairs to do a job I should have done. Well yes, and why not? He better get used to it after all if he ever has kids, which by the way he says is never going to happen, and he is leaving home if we have another baby, which Darrell says is NEVER going to happen. On with my story. I go back to working, see him on the porch outside with the Lysol. He comes back in and says he has it all figured out, put the lid back on, take the pail outside before opening the lid, hold your nose and spray with Lysol before taking the bag out. By the way, he says he is NEVER doing this again. Hey, at least he did it today, right!

Teresa