The Simple Life

Luxury, for me, used to be a long soak in a tub filled to the brim with fragrant bubbles while reading a great book. Now the luxury would be in not having to scrub the tub before I used it. 'Nuff said.

Mr. Teddidiah O'Hare

I was introduced to Mr. Teddidiah O'Hare on my first date with my Hubby. We were strolling through our local mall talking and laughing together when we happened by a flower shop. For some reason he maneuvered us inside and we looked at all the little odds-n-ends that filled every nook and cranny of the tiny shop. I saw Mr. Teddidiah and was intrigued by his shy grin and kind, intelligent eyes (Yes, I know he's a stuffed bear, but just go with me here folks...Please). I turned to say something to my future hubby and was confused when he wasn't beside me. When I finally located him, he was at the cash register. The sneaky guy had snatched Mr. Teddidiah from his perch on his crowded shelf and was busy "adopting" him. When he was finished we walked out together and he handed me Mr. Teddidiah with a little sideways smile. I still chuckle to myself when I remember that night. We had so much fun just being together...we still do.

Even though Mr. Teddidiah was a bit flustered at having been so unceremoniously plucked from his temporary home, he was pleased to have found a permanent one. He became my companion when my, then boyfriend, left shortly after that for a 6 month deployment to Japan. He was even given a spritz of my boyfriend's cologne to make him even more snuggly. This was a great sacrifice on his part as he prefers Aramis, but he was willing to do it for me. He even went so far as to whisper his nickname to me one night when I was feeling particularly lonesome. He's given me permission to share it with you - Teddy.

Teddy is an old-fashioned gentleman. He has a weakness for hot tea with lemon and honey with sugar tea cakes on the side. He always likes to look "just so" and is unfailingly polite, even when he's aggravated. When the Bubs was born, Teddy immediately took him under his fuzzy arm and doled out his own particular brand of comfort when needed. Teddy has lived with us for almost 8 years now. His fur isn't quite as shiny as it once was and his bow tie is looking rather frayed, but his unique charm hasn't faded one bit. (I once tried to give him a new bow tie, but he huffily refused. He said that his tie was a reminder of when the Bubs was little and liked to chew on it. I apologized profusely and was graciously forgiven.) Bubs still loves to give Teddy big hugs while breathing in his Daddy's cologne and I must admit to doing the same.

'appy Vawentibe's Day....Achooo!

Yep...Got the cold that the Bubs has. Boogery snots, itchy throat, head throbbing pressure and all. I knew it was inevitable but, geez! I was sooo hoping that this would be the one time we didn't do the nasty cold germ swap. Oi.
My Bubs is head-shakingly funny when he's sick. One minute he's telling me how much he loves me and cuddling with me on the couch...the next minute he's arguing with me about everything while trying to wipe his nose on my sleeve without me noticing. He was so extreme this evening on the way home from my parent's house that I started laughing.

"It's not funny, Mom!"

"Oh-ho, but it is!"

"Moooom!"

I'm unable to speak for laughing.

The next thing I know, giggles erupt from the back seat.

"Oh, I love you Mom."

That one precious phrase, spoken in between giggles, made my Valentine's Day.

And the award goes to....

Wow. I got an award! It was given to me by my cousin from Boondock Ramblings. I've never been a recipient of one of these before, but I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to share the love...

Boondock Ramblings, Journeying With St. Ignatius and Northern Outpost were all given this award already, but I must say that they remain my favorites. They all have such different points of view and alternately cause me to laugh, cry and reflect. They are also family and talented to boot!

Fried Okra - I know I'm new to your blog, but you never fail to make me laugh with your oh-so-southern outlook and hilarious dialogue! I have found a fellow blogger who understands what it is to be a southern gal...no matter where you may be. (I love that you know how to use words like "forty-leven"!)

Striving for Divine Love - The first thing I noticed about your blog was the plan of Salvation at the top of your page. The only thing I can say about that is...You Go Girl! I've enjoyed cheering you on as you tackle new experiences in your life. You're an inspiration! (Yes, even when your spell check is on the fritz!)

Celtic Knots - A creative, talented American mom to two adorable lasses who lives in Ireland. I connected to you not only through your writing and love of creativity, but because we are going through something similar...our mothers are battling breast cancer. I'm cheering you and your Mom on, Shug!!

Gathering Grace - I came across your blog quite by accident the other day, but have already enjoyed your mix of whimsy, practicality and faith. I'm not even sure if I've commented on your blog, yet...Oops! If I've committed a blogging faux pas, please forgive me!

American Quilter in Ireland - The title says it all...or does it? You not only are a quilting fanatic, but you have a family, run a B&B, help with the farm...and the list probably goes on! I've enjoyed our comments back and forth to one another and look forward to more.

Verry Sherry - Somewhere between the posts about your precious Cutiepie and Babydoll's antics, to your recent posts about the Great Job search of '08, which was laugh out loud funny at times, you've charmed me!

Flower Fairies and Fairy Cakes - When I saw the title of your blog, I just had to see it! Your "dispatches from the front line in the Button household" are very funny and I constantly log on to find out what happens in the next episode of "Betty"!

Fun at the Circus...Our Trip was a Trip

This past Friday, the Bubs and I were able to tag along on a field trip to the Barnum and Bailey Circus. My Dad's first grade team chartered buses for their classes to ride to the event and we were to follow along behind them in my vehicle. I was cool with this, but the Bubs was understandably freaked at the prospect of not riding on the "big bus with my Poppi" even after I had gone to some length to make sure he was suitably entertained on the way...*sigh*

So we get there and after some back and forth between my Dad and me on the cell phones, we find one another and get settled in for the show. And what a show it was! From the clowns and their antics to all of the aerial displays, it was a lot of fun. David covered his eyes during the tiger act and laughed at the clowns. Dad and I even managed to share a few laughs in between his never-ending teacher duties.

Our biggest laugh was over the fact that the one thing most of the kids would probably remember would be when an elephant, ummmm......"did its business" ..... and the elephant behind stepped in it as they were leaving the arena. Oi. Groans and yells of "eww!" erupted and echoed off of the walls for a few seconds before the lights were lowered and the clean up crew came out.

The show had no more ended than the Bubs started begging to ride back on the bus with Poppi. He was going so hard that he didn't hear me remind him that Poppi said he would ride back with us in our car. The fit continued as I tried to maneuver us up the stairs to the lobby area, into the bathroom, out of the bathroom, in the lobby, the parking lot where he almost walked out in front of a truck, and as I was getting him into the carseat. To say I was a little frazzled would be laughable. The Bubs had just had too much and needed some chill out time. Okay, I can do that. He can chill out on the way home with Poppi.

I was thinking this as I was getting myself settled in the car, arranging things so that they were within easy reach while I was driving..........Oh. My. Goodness. WHERE IS MY WALLET???!!!!!!!

I am in full freak out mode as I dump things out in the car and then rush back into the arena with a confused and oddly quiet Bubs in tow. I check where we were sitting with no luck. My Bubs was even helping me look as he trailed behind me down the aisles. We rush back outside and head back to the car to wait for Dad. I see him waving at me from the next parking lot over and I pull the car as close as possible, all the while trying not to hyperventilate and shoving my big sunglasses on to hide my distress. I should have known better, because as soon as he got to the car, I broke down. He searched the car again and then suggested I check out the women's bathroom, which I forgot to search out the first time. Nothing doing. The doors to the arena are now locked. I don't need to tell you that the ride home was interesting...I even took a wrong turn and managed to get us lost- twice. Whether out of self-preservation or pity, Dad took over and drove us home. Thank God.

So I went through the task of shutting off service to various cards and my cell phone as soon as I got to Mom and Dad's house. Hallelujah for understanding customer service reps!! I felt like such an idiot.

The circus was a lot of fun and I'd recommend it to anyone...just without the not-so-fun experience of losing one's wallet and cell phone!!

Excuses for Being Slack, etc.

.........So the few, but fabulous, readers that I have have probably noticed that I haven't been very prolific lately. I could take the easy way out and blame it on the Bubs, but that wouldn't be truthful. It was me, all me....and my bad internet connection. It did a bad, bad thing. Every time I would settle down in my comfy office chair, beverage in hand (let's keep that tidbit between us, shall we-the Hubby gets tense when I do this) and my music on low ready to write an entry....nothing. Just the darned internet icon with a red "X" , telling me it wasn't connected and to try again later. Y'all, after the third or fourth time this happened, there was some serious fussin' goin' on! I had to pray and ask forgiveness after....*sigh* Thankfully, Bubs was fast asleep when all of this went down.

For now, I'll be sticking with my laptop (it's new) that seems to be much more sympatico with our wireless connection. Let the blogging continue!

A Glimpse

From time to time I'll catch my Mom looking at me with a soft smile on her face and her head tilted to the side. When I ask her what she's smiling at, her grin widens and her dimple flashes as she tells me that I used to do whatever mannerism I'm displaying at the moment when I was little. I just shake my head and smile back at her, a little baffled that she can still see the little girl I was in the woman I am now. I am, however, beginning to have an inkling of what she means when I look at my son....just in reverse.

A few days ago the Bubs and I were getting ready to go somewhere. It was our usual scene with clothes flying every which-a-way, explanations of our day's agenda for the Bubs and intense negotiations about what toys to take. In the midst of all of the mania I happened to glance over my shoulder at the Bubs as he went to his playroom and I headed in the opposite direction to grab something from my room. I smiled at how much he favored his Dad with his belted jeans and blue polo shirt on. Suddenly the image of my little boy shifted and I saw a glimpse of what he'll look like when he gets older. Tall, broad-shouldered with the same mischievious grin and a twinkle in his eye looking so much like his Dad. Oh! My chest went a little tight and my breath caught in my throat. I'm not ready to see my little guy all grown up!

He's already so tall and he speaks like an adult when he cares to which, to me, makes it seem like he's growing up with a rapidity that I wish I could hold back....just a little. I know. I'm just being a selfish momma. Can you blame me?