2003 Landrover

What if I sold my car on my blog? I mean really, what if?
I don't even know if it's against the rules, but..
but
but
but
If you were possibly interested.. you know my email.

It's a real winner, this car of mine. I could tell you all kinds of wonderful things about it, but I wouldn't want to bore uninterested people with a list. BUT. If you did have an inkling of interest, Mr. Broome showed me a pretty cool thing about it the other day that I never knew.
When you drive on ice, you can go fast and four wheel drive automatically kicks in gear without you using the four wheel drive nozzle. That's right, I called it a nozzle.

The bear hug.
This is how it started.
My favorite part of the day could possibly be bed time. Not just the falling asleep part, but the actual getting in bed with cold feet and snuggling up tight to get warm. We get all of our jitters out right before we get sleepy. Like Mr. Broome will squirm around and poke and tickle until he has all of his out.
Last night I asked Mr. Broome for a bear hug.
Because I had given him one the night before. And though I had begged him for one the night before after I gave him one, he refused.
Mr. Broome says you can't just go around dishing out bear hugs all the time or they're not special.
But last night he did.
He sat up on the bed and yelled, "Bearrr HUUUUG!"
"Rarrrarr I'm gonna give you a BIG BEAAAARRRRRR HUUUUUG."
And then he swallowed me whole in his bear hugging arms.
And that is the bear hug story.
And don't you go making fun of Mr.Broome, just because you wish your Mr. so and so gave you those kind of bear hugs.

Mr. Broome worked in Memphis last week. Poor Mr. Broome.
You know the story, I hate it when he leaves:(
He came home Thursday night just in time for tornado sirens.
We had finished dinner, I had painted my toes when we began to hear thunder. Which kind of excited me because I like to hear it accompanied with rain so long as there is no tornado following along.
Then my phone beeped and I had a weather alert. Not a "watch" but a "warning!"
There is a difference. A difference worth noting because with a warning your house might blow away. So...
Dear future kids of mine,
Though I hope genetics has nothing to do with developing the same fears as your mother, I can assure you I can get us to the "tornado safety zones in an instant." Just like last night..

And so long as the power is still on and the cable is still functioning, I know how to read a weather map. Your dad showed me EXACTLY where we were last night when I was convinced it had not passed over us.

I have to admit, I love spring, but with it comes all of that nasty hormonal weather, and I am just not looking forward to it.

I just finished painting my office and the desk to go in it. I need something fun to cover the walls, and Etsy is really the best place to go. I have seen the use of screen prints on so many design blogs and I think an office is a great place to take advantage of this trend.

madebygirl
(customizable, for your last name:)

Mysweetprints

Rollandtumblepress

the love shop

I love my family.

This man, I love the most.

I went to McDonald's the other night.
Can you tell this week has been busy? Fast food two nights.
Anyway, not that you care. Not that you care about the following story either, but humor me.
I was headed home from the blond salon when I decided I didn't feel like cooking the chicken I had set out. I was too tired. I whipped into the second drive through. After sitting and waiting and seeing other cars go through the first line I decided the speaker you order into wasn't working. So I drove around again to the first speaker. I couldn't help but notice someone in the same drive through I had just been in looking rather frustrated. I wanted to tell her it wasn't working, but she was too far away. So when the woman asked me if I wanted to try a "yada yada triple size it" meal I kindly explained to her how the other speaker wasn't working and that the other customer might be getting peeved.
She didn't say OK. She just said "What do you want."
Hmm.
I'd irritated the voice behind the speaker leading to a hand to my food.
But I ordered anyway and pulled up. But all of a sudden, the woman at the other speaker whipped around in front of me. She wasn't going to let me go first! She hadn't ordered and she was going to place her order at the first window.
And that's when I accidentally layed on my horn. Literally. I bent over to get my wallet and brushed my messed up horn and it wouldn't stop.
My window was already down in preparation to pay when I hear the very furthest car in line ahead of me start screaming "Chill out gurl, you need to calm yo self down!"
What a mess. I really could have cooked the chicken.
So I pull on up, pay the girl, tell her I didn't honk on purpose..
Then I pull to the second window. I just really wanted my diet coke and a cheeseburger.
Three McDonalds workers are standing there looking to be whispering and giving me the stink eye. The stink eye I'm telling you all for an accidental horn blowing!
I headed home really laughing about it all because it was such a confusing mess. I feel like I hurt some feelings at McDonalds, but what do you do?

I hope everyone has had a good week. I hope you're all praying for Haiti.

We've done a lot of snuggling this week. Can't you tell?

Love in a bag

This bag kind of speaks to my heart. In a Navajo feather head band fire dancing kind of way.

Monday night we had chic- fil- a for dinner. I really only wanted a chocolate ice dream. Please don't even think about googling the calories in that thing. Lets just say I am running A LOT to make up for it. But I was so excited. I had dinner in my car, headed home to Mr. Broome and the Bachelor. I was chatting with my mom on the phone and making a sharp curve when all of a sudden the ice dream in between my legs(bc my cup holder was full) exploded. Exploded meaning my legs squashed it while making the turn and running my mouth.
Ice cream was every where.
It was in a puddle under my bum.
It was shellacked to the steering wheel.
My mom might have even got a taste of it from her end of the phone. I told her my dilemma and quickly hung up all the while debating to stop and clean myself up or keep going home. Less than a mile, I kept going. Sipping the darn thing on the way because that's how you make lemonade out of lemons right? I called Mr. Broome and asked him to have a wad of damp paper towels to greet me at the door.
No questions please.
We cleaned up my car, got dinner inside, started to sit down, and after Mr. Broome pointed out the milkshake on my face and in my hair we had dinner.
Whew.

And this is a married story since I haven't told one in a while.

I love jumping out in the dark corners of our house to scare Mr. Broome. I always, always get him. Normally I will pretend to be heading to bed and stand in our hall bathroom and jump out as he is making his way to bed. He always jerks back with an awkward surprised face and I really can't stop laughing. Oh Mr. Broome you are such a chicken.
Little chicken hahaha.
But Mr. Broome is a sensitive man and will not be "got" with out revenge. So this same Monday night as the milkshake catastrophe, I am getting a glass of water as I watch Mr. Broome head down the hall to bed. I am talking to him as I round the kitchen corner when he jumps out and scares me. Oh that man, I sent that water straight up in the air, still in my hand, but dousing the floor. And to serve him right, I threw what was left on him.
It's my turn next you rat.
Any vengeful ideas on how to get Mr. Broome back readers??

This week I will:
Clean my car, and put a "For Sale" sign on it.
Paint my office, and the desk that goes in it.
Post the pictures for your enjoyment.
Visit the ever pregnant Amanda and her growing baby Thomas.
And as always.. Snuggle Mr. Broome every chance I get.

If you need to add anything to this list let me know:)

The end.

Last night we went to visit Andy's grandad in the hospital. He has pneumonia in both lungs and though he is 93 years old, he is recovering quite well. After he ate his dinner last night he told us he wanted to go for a walk around the halls. He needed to stretch his legs. Passing rooms in the hospital with people all cozied in their dimly lit rooms and watching the news, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. With it being so cold outside, I wouldn't mind snugging up in one of those beds and letting someone wait on me. But I know that's not how it really is there. People don't enjoy being in the hospital because it means they're sick. Especially grandaddy. A little back ground on Andy's grandad.. though his body is old, his mind and spirit are very youthful. I should even dare to say that his body is still somewhat youthful. He plays golf once a week, he helps the lady's out where he lives, and he moves about effortlessly when he is not in the hospital. So obviously, he would rather be out of the hospital and moving about like his normal self than stuck in bed. But hopefully he will continue to get better and better and back into his routine. He told me yesterday that he already plans to help me till up my garden this summer and plant hot peppers.


On a running note, Mr. Broome found this big winner at REI yesterday and I am so excited about it. My first morning running in 18 degrees I had nothing to cover my nose or mouth and the cold wind was seriously uncomfortable and stinging. I didn't want a balaclava because I didn't want something that covered my whole head. This is what Mr. Broome found.

It's called the "polar scarf." you can wear it to keep your neck warm or pull it up over your nose and mouth. I can't wait to try it out Friday. Thanks Mr. Broome.

I hear it's supposed to snow Thursday, maybe Friday. No chance of snow tomorrow, but it is going to be in the teens. This is my winter running preparation. I stack my clothes on the bath tub in order of what goes on first, because at 5 am I am too sleepy to pull it all of out my closet in any organized fashion. I dread the cold, but I love running, so somehow I make it.
According to Runner's World, there are people out there who run in below zero weather. We don't find that here much lately so I am thankful for that.

I have not been blogging much lately and it makes me kind of sad because it has been one of my most favorite things to do. I just have felt the stress of the holidays more than I would have liked. I wish I had taken more time to enjoy my family these past few weeks instead of worrying if everyone was happy enough and if I could do more to make people happy. That sounds selfish, but it is the truth. I could elaborate on the stresses I have felt, but that's just another personal well of "woe is me" and you readers don't come here for that.
However, because of these feelings, I can't help but tell you that yes, I have some resolutions. I have never cared to much to make any, always thought of it as setting yourself up for something. But this year I feel like I could stand to make some changes.
The first resolution stems from my the stress of the holidays. I want to make this year more joyful and less stressful. I know I can't control the factors of life that cause me stress, but I can control how I react. I want to be joyful in all situations. I really do. I hope the Lord can help to see me through this one.
I want to run more. Mr Broome got me the best runner's companion, a Garmon 305, and I haven't had time to run but once since I got it. Its a GPS watch that tells me how far I've run, my time, heart rate, and calories burned. Super neat and very motivating. I want to set another racing goal, but I have to find the time to train.
I know this is generic, but I want to eat healthier. For a good year there I was making the healthiest food decisions, then the holidays came and lets just say I lost all will power.
I want to do the things I love. I think the Lord has given me talents and things that I enjoy. I want to capitalize on these things.
And there is my list. I am sure I could add on, but those were the first few things on my mind.
I hope everyone had a good Christmas and New Years.