Almost Friday

Rabbits- check
Field mice- check
Snakes- check
Turtles..

Check
When I was five I can remember going to my Pa's house in Columbus and climbing his big magnolia tree. Easy fun those magnolias. Now we have our own. Mr. Broome dared me to climb it.


Lastly, a Betsy under the bed.
All in an evenings play.

Dedicated to the picture a day

I went running yesterday after work. I planned to add some distance since its been harder getting mileage in before work in the mornings.
It just wasn't happening. The pale grey sky turned dark fast and I quickly switched direction to come home. My last mile is on a dirt road with pasture on either side. A small pond in the middle of the pasture, surrounded by cows, just barely reflected the swift moving clouds. My fear of storms was not over powering. I think I am learning to appreciate the beauty and power of God's earth.
I couldn't help but grab my camera when I got home.
But.
I was chicken to go back down the dirt road.
My home will suffice. You get the point. Luminous clouds.. blog picture.

Mr. Broome comes home from his business trip today. He ended up having to stay an extra day so I am anxious to have him home, especially with the prediction of storms for the rest of the week.
You can't really enjoy a storm without someone to snuggle up with.

Yes, she is voluntarily sitting with me as forced as it may look.
Just like I said, here is the picture for today.
This is documentation that Betsy only snuggles me when Andy is gone. Andy was out of town on business last night and my mom and cousin stayed with me. Betsy was glued to my hip. She loves her mama, but only when her daddy is gone.

On a side note- how about Ed? I love him. I hope him and Jillian have amzingly staged romance for the rest of their lives.

I think my husband will appreciate this.
Growing up from the tender age of 5, because that is really as far back as I remember, my dad always told me one thing.
"You are the best girl."
It didn't matter what I did. If I impressed him with kind behavior I was the best. If I disappointed him with disobedience or back talk, after punishment, he still took that learning moment to remind me that I was the best.
I can honestly say that into the middle school and high school years, I never felt like that was true. I mean I could dabble in the idea that maybe I was good at some things and maybe I was a genuinely nice person, but not the best.
I think about this now because in marriage I am able to see so many things about myself that miss the mark.
It has taken me a while to clearly see those things that are not the best about myself. Like not being a good listener. Forgetfulness. Jumping to conclusions. Overanalzing. Gossiping. Etc. In all of these negative qualities, I become defensive that I am not these things. Defensive because maybe somewhere deep down inside, I really do think that I am the best.
I clearly am not and the more I learn about Jesus the more I know without a doubt that I am no where near the best.
But.
My heart is forever grateful and endeared to my dad who saw it his job, his duty to instill in me confidence. And sweetly, I think he once did believe that I was the best. Maybe though just the best thing to him.

So no dog.
I could tell you all why, but its best to say that we decided now was not the right time.
Or I could say that we drove 3 hours to get it only to find out it had been sold.
Anyway.
Anyway.
I am going to try something new, doing a picture a day. I know I don't have pooping kiddos with finger paint art, but I think it would be nice to document each day.

So if there is anything you would like me to photograph and explain in our life(The Broome's life) then comment and let me know.
Don't be shy now.
As a matter of fact I expect my readers who I text at least once a day to comment.
You know who you are.

I recently read a blog by a mother who wrote about her babies "poop explosions." Just so us mindless readers would not be confused as to what "poop explosion" meant, she posted the pictures.
I guess this was supposed to be funny, or entertaining to maybe grams and gramps reading, but for me it was scary.
Do all babies have poop explosions? If they do, do you love cleaning it up just because you're the mother and mothers love whatever flies out of their baby?

This sounds ugly doesn't it?
What a vulgar topic for a Thursday morning.

On making decisions

The beach this weekend was delightful and exhausting. We spent the better part of two days on a boat. We fished, swam, speared crabs, and played with the most wonderful Golden Retriever pup you ever layed eyes on.
Mr. Broome got to go deep sea fishing and I got some peaceful hour or so of rest each day on the front of the boat as it rocked just gently enough. We had a wonderful dinner at the "Shrimp Boat" two nights in a row. I had never been there before but I will definitely go back. I swear everything on the menu was delicious. Fresh tomato bruschetta, juicy fried green tomatoes, and shrimp with Gouda cheese grits.
I wish I could have it all for breakfast right now.
So I could elaborate on the beach trip but I have something else on my mind.
Here it goes as a story:
Me and Mr. Broome are on the boat Friday with our friends Ryan and Lydia and Ryan's boss and his wife.
The boss man and wife have a Golden Retriever pup on the boat.
As my womanly duty, I fall in love.
I can't get my hands of this pup. I begin to debate ways to force this dog into lasting snoogliness. I begin to think that in the next 24 hours, this dog will be as snoogly as I trained Betsy to be and the family will forever be thankful.
Mr. Broome looked to be falling in love with this delectable fuzzy creature himself.
I'm all innocent OK when I say "Oh, Mr. Broome, man of my dreams, how about Betsy needs a brother?"
I've been looking to bring another life into our world.

Not that kind of life.

And do you know what people?
He tells me to find out where it came from and how much they are.
I am not lying.
So of course I jump on the ball.
Why not exercise a little family expansion if the husband is willing?

And this is where we are now. The pup is 3 hours away and neither of us are sure when we could drive to get it.
I think now is a better time than ever to take a poll.
Do you readers think Mr. Broome and I need another pup?
Do you readers think I could make this pup as snoogly as the Betser?
If you agree say "Aye!"

I am back from a short little vacay. I have a whole list of things to talk about, but not this minute. Thank you for the sweet comments on the last post. I am so happy to have readers.

My blog has really lost its umpth here lately. I know this because Pedigo doesn't read it anymore. I bet Phil doesn't either.
Oh well though right?
I began this as a chance to tell you about being a newlywed and many funny things happened in that time. Now though, I am over a year married and I don't think that qualifies me as "newly wed" anymore. I think this is so because things don't seem as funny and magically wonderful as they used to. I guess I am just settled in to this new married life. Maybe that's not a bad thing.

Moving on.
Andy found a snake skin in the back yard yesterday. Do you know how long it was?
It was a couple of inches taller than Mr. Broome. He didn't want to tell me where he found it because it was so close to the house and do you know what?
That snake skin was not there the day before.
That means that while I was at work typing my little fingers away, scoping out the latest news on Lauren Conrad, a snake, taller than my husband slithered through my back yard.
And where is he now?
Probably under our house somewhere. I can't go to the bathroom now without investigating the toilet to make sure no snake head pops up.
Its a terrible worry those snakes.

I'm feeling so ordinary today. Is that normal? I guess it would have to be because its nothing short of ordinary.
Right.
I painted furniture for my guest bedroom this past weekend. Crackle paint to be exact. I will have to include pictures and a how-to for you readers because friends have been asking me how to do it. I thoroughly enjoyed the painting process and was glad to have a weekend to do it. The guest room is still coming together, but it's a process when you want things to be perfect. I usually rush into throwing things here and there and running out and buying stuff. Not now. Now I will wait until I know exactly what lamp, picture frames, rug, etc. will fit just perfectly into my newly "designed" room.
Anyway, back to feeling ordinary. Do you ever feel like you have hidden talents or dreams that you just know you could make reality but do not know where to start?
I guess that's why I feel so ordinary.
I don't know where to start.


I hope everyone is having a week worth chatting about.
I am attending my grandmothers 80th birthday party tomorrow. Can you imagine being 80? That's ridiculously old. I bet it also makes her ridiculously not ordinary.

B got married. I can't wait to tell you about her wedding, but I just can't until I have some professional pictures. Her cousin Ken took some amazing photos of the days leading up to the wedding. They were so deliciously sentimental that you might possibly shed a tear. Or two.

Senora Betsy

Can you say make me some nanner pudding?

Feeling your inner home maker? For the recipe click here.

Yes, that is an avocado. Maybe your dog will eat anything but not mine. She is the pickiest dog ever(just like her dad.) So Betsy will eat chocolate, ice cream, dog food, milk bones, broccoli, and now...
avocado. Our little fruit cake actually loves it.

That's great. It really is.

Good things she poops in the field behind the house right?

I have been worn out lately. Lydia and I have been sticking to a routine of 6 o' clock morning running and now we are tying in P90X every other morning. I feel a little off kilter when I first get going at work, but after a smoothie and coffee I am up to speed.
That being said.
I have had the best sleep the past two days. Mr. Broome has let me take full advantage of his torso to get the best out of snuggling possible. I have fallen asleep on the couch the past two nights tangled in arms and suffocating squeezing.
It is simply the best way to fall asleep.
Not to mention the temperature is cooler and my body is never this tired.
I am usually in such a haste to get to bed in the evenings, not wanting to be late for work in the mornings, but even now getting up earlier for exercise, I still linger in the den as long as I can.
I think it's summer.
Something about the word "summer" or the giddiness you feel when you know summer is coming entices you into later nights and earlier mornings.