I have bloggers block.
I begin to think of things to write, but then I think of chocolate, new running tennis shoes, the need to learn to sew, Brittney's wedding, etc.etc. All important things that you really need not know about.
So.
Let me direct you to a celebrity gossip, fashion, recipe, quote giving blogger. I am sure you will enjoy. ELaney

Had to add one more..
This blogger posted some truths that I really needed to hear tonight. Its all too easy to become fearful of life's worries when not trusting the Lord.
Thanks Jessica!
Her ya go- Give us this Day

After a long, stormy day. A simple, sweet flower from my hub left for me to find when I went to brush my teeth.
The storms have made me anxious since about 5 o'clock. I do not like them one bit, but I am still trying to approach them with a calm frame of mind. No sense in getting crazy, but still.. do not like them.
Am I nuts for getting anxious about Spring when we will probably have more and more bad weather? Ew.
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me." John 14:1

Since I am not a rich woman, I have to be my own blog designer. This is only temporary until I get a handle on how to edit my html(ooh that sounds naughty!). So enjoy the changes until I finalize this masterpiece of a header soon to come.

This post dedicated to Russ, Ben, and Pedigo

The weekend festivities included-
Friday night Birthday Dinner for Adrianne
Saturday, all day, love fest. Whoop whoop!
Sunday, study, clean, chase a possum day.

I bet you really wanna hear about Saturday right? Well, you can, but not until I can upload my pictures to go with it. It was that super.

But. I will tell you about Sunday, specifically the possum chase and an earlier walk with Betsy.
Andy and I took Betsy on a walk mid- afternoon. There is a dirt road close to where we live, shaded on either side with trees and on the left are cows relaxing under the trees, and in their own feces. Sweet I know. Romantic too.
The sun peeks through the trees onto the road making it perfectly cool for a walk. On the left, the cows are fenced in to abundant pasture land and a small lake.
Betsy LOVES lakes. Actually, she loves bodies of water. She will swim in a rain puddle in the drive way if possible, or just lay in it. So. When Andy threw a stick over the fence into the lake, you can bet Betsy wiggled under and took off into the water.
And.
Splash!
Green poop water.
Yum.
Cow poop water.
Thanks Betsy.
Bath time Betsy.
Now for the possum.
I was alllll snuggled in Sunday evening donning a V-day blanket, still celebrating the cozy weekend, when Andy came running in the house. Mind you it was almost 11:00 and it was a "school" night technically. I was all like "What? I'm watching Dejavu, the seriously intriguing movie with Denzel Washington,and who doesn't need a little mystery in their V-day weekend?" Andy said "Come out here, Betsy just chased a possum up a tree and I need you to hold my flashlight while I knock it with my paintball gun!!"
Ahem.
Wow, I thought this weekend couldn't get ANY better and now I get to harass a possum with a paint ball gun.
Something just didn't feel right about this scenario. I am an animal lover, especially of endangered species, ya know? Possums are killed every day on the road!
Nonetheless, I hold the flashlight. Andy ensures me that he won't hurt it, that he just wants it to skit and skeedaddle out of our yard so it won't destroy the trash.
(I don't believe it either)
But. His paintball gun is out of air and so is Pedigo's, which was left at our house.
And so. While the climax to that story was somewhere in there, my poor little boy and his dog Lassie had to walk back to the house without catchin em a possum.
The End.
More tales to come in the Chronicles of Broomia.

Not 25 things, just 5
5 Things about K. Broome
1. I like to plan things to be excited for. Even if its dinner. Today I asked Andy, "What do you want for dinner?"(as I do EVERY night) and he said sarcastically "I don't know, what do you want for breakfast and lunch."
He cannot steal my joy. I am still excited now just thinking about dinner with my hubs.
2. I just ate half of a cupcake.
3. I'm saving the other half for about five minutes from now..
4. My heart flips over a good deal, be it clothes, grapes on sale, or hot fries. (Hot fries are always 99 cents-duh)
5. The Lord made me a hungry woman.(err, see above.)

Dear Friends,
If V-day makes you sad, then you can write a memory about your favorite childhood pet. Ok? There ya go friends.

Love,
KBroome

PS- this post is for eemy

I normally don't get excited about Valentines Day. Actually, I'm not really now, Andy and I can be sugary sweet and roooomantic any day of the week. But, I have a small handful of V-day memories.
I'll share one then you. OK? You share your V-day memory in the comments section. I don't care if you don't think you have one that spectacular. Your recollection is my delight.
My dad has always been a thrift shop kind of man. Goodwill calls his name many mornings beckoning him to come see what good stuff they've got in. I have an eye for "vintage" Lacoste or pleather clutches when going to Goodwill, but it doesn't extend too much further than that. If you were to say to my dad "I need some new jeans" or "I am looking for this certain item" he would say "well, c'mon lets go down to Goodwill, we can make a Saturday out of it!"
(This is still a V-day story)
So. This one certain V-day when I was a freshman in high school, there was a pink skirt and top get up at the mall that I JUST had to have. Dad and I were already at the mall for some reason, when we stumbled into Dillards. I showed the outfit to my dad, King of Thrift World, Defender of all things Slightly Worn and Gently Used. And do you know what? He told me to try it on. I did, and he said "pretty." That was the day my dad bought me a pink outfit for Valentines Day at the mall.
I will always remember it.

Beginning Middle School was such a hard phase in life. Girls were mean. Girls formed cliques and decided what was cool and what wasn't. You better have been in the know or else beknowst(word?) yourself an outcast. Did you think over sized sweaters with a big horse head on them was cool? I did. I sure did not know about the GAP until later on... therein believing myself to be an outcast. Whether anyone else thought this or not, my self perception was more real to me than anyone else's opinion.
You may wonder what brings up the memory of Middle School and maybe I should even add in other phases of life. Girls can be downright mean to each other at any age. College too. Usually its a slight rival over a boy or who's team is better than who's in sorority flag football. You get me?
However, does this really continue into ADULT life? Are women, not really to be called girls anymore, rightful in still forming cliques and outcasting whoever they so choose? It seems so skewed. It seems so childish. Middle School- ish.
I guess though, women can choose who they want to be friends with. After all, that's an adults right, right? Your mama can't make you play with the girl next door now if you don't want to!
The best thing I can say is, if someone doesn't want you playing in their sandbox, hanging out at their house where they've invited all the boys, or honoring a bond to friendship and womanhood, then that's just fine with you. OK? You be you and remember you get to choose who your friends are.
Even if you're not picky and you think you could pretty much love anyone. You get to be choosy too.

Last Year, no wait, the year before. Right after we got engaged.. I planned mine and Andy's Valentines day celebration.
It was quite the perfect scenario.
Actually, it was freezing. We freezed our bunyons off, but lets talk about how GREAT it was. Let me tell you about how Valentines Day 07 shaped me into the domesticated woman I am today.
I got the Brilliant idea to fry my own chicken. I saw it in a magazine, probably Martha Stewart. Or maybe I found it online, anyway..
I practiced a couple pieces and decided it passed the test. My room mates thought it was a cute idea and helped me plan our meal.
I filled a picnic basket with fried chicken, crescent rolls, and some other stuff. Can't really remember.
I bought lanterns from Wal-Mart and placed red sticky hearts all over them. Lanterns + red hearts= the recipe for love.
I had Brittney drop me off at a place in the country where Andy and I had looked at a piece of land which was thought to possibly hold a dream home for us one day. It wasn't a realistic dream, but it was a for thought into our future of the place we wanted to live and the house we wanted to have.
I told Andy to meet me there.
It was probably 30 degrees. Probably. Stinking cold is all I knew.
I had a pink heart table cloth on the ground with my lanterns.
And. I waited for Mr. Wonderful himself to get there.

It was yummy and cold.
But, he was surprised and gushy.
I love you Mr. Broome.

You all know I am into snuggling. Its what the Broome family does. Its our thing. Don't be jealous though, you can do it too. All you need are a few simple guidelines.
Well, not really guidelines, more like how- to's.
Ok, here goes.
Well, wait. Grab yourself a cup-o-coffee(because doesn't that sound so snuggly??) and weezle your hiney in the back of your chair.
Now..

Never let stress in life stop you from daily snuggling. Even if you have to ignore the laundry. Just snoogle on top of it.

Take family smooch breaks while snuggling.

Don't take it too seriously. Enjoy it. Jump of the fireplace in your pj's if you need to.

Stop. Drop. Snuggle.

A fire is a sure-fire (haha) way to evoke a snoooogly mood.

Snuggle with your mama. Snuggle with messy hair. Snuggle on your back with your feet in the air.

Just do it.

Whatever it takes.

Wherever you are.

Even if you're wearing a mullet.

With your beft friend. Even outside.

Try not to smush your fellow snugglers face.

Or suffocate. Leave room to breath when enjoying all of this snuggliness!

Its about you, snoogling that is. Its just for you. You can do it all by yourself or with the one you love. Or with your dog. That's my favorite.
Even if your alone. Snoogle a pillow or a wad of blanket.
My Sunday advice, for you.
Love, KBroome

Oh, and P.S.
Snuggle can be exchanged for "snoogle" given the mood your in. Got it?

Happy Friday People.
Make it smoochworthy:)

No. I have not had writers block. I've just been so dang busy with life. Work, study, and Betsy have occupied my every waking minute. That and heath bar ice cream. Oh, and butt muscle exercises on fitnessmagazine.com. But really. I have been busy.
Andy has been out of town the past two days. He heads home today though and whoo am I thankful for that. I hate bearing the loud wind against the windows all by myself. Not to mention it has been FREEZING and Betsy has become somewhat of an independent snuggler. Didn't I teach her anything?

Andy keeps asking me when I am going to blog about the good stuff that came out of the last week. Remember the week where my car broke, he had an accident, and the washer broke too? Remember??

Well. We ordered the parts to fix my car and they were going to be REALLY expensive, but Andy and Russ found em on sale. Whoop whoop!
We also bought our first new washer and dryer set. Front load I'll tell you. I would put a picture up, but remember how busy I have been? Anyway, the washing machine has buttons that make noise and its as quiet as a (insert analogy).
We were so excited and thankful that we cleaned the house and Andy went to chop wood.
Other than that, nothing else has really happened.
Disappointing I know, but maybe next week will be more exciting.


Wait! I almost forgot. I wanted to blog about something the other day.
Did you know that when you get married, your spouse brings things into your life, that you would possibly never think of owning?
Andy brought a mop bucket.
A professional one mind you.
The BIG YELLOW kind that you see in Elementary School hallways or in mall food courts. That's right.

Bam, in your face, a yellow mop bucket.
Don't ask me why, ask him.