Before You Came Into My Life, I Missed You So Bad.

A Monday Morning List.

1)  Apparently there is a National Siblings Day.  Did you know this?  I did not.  Sister Meagan, who is apparently uber on top of these sorts of things, posted the following picture as a tribute to myself.  Lest there be any confusion, Sister Meagan is, in fact, my sister.  I know I have shared this gem of a photo before, but it is so epic that is deserves to be posted again.

So much to say.  So little time.

I will just leave you with a few words to ponder while feasting your eyes on the glamor shot of circa 1995.

Bangs.  Blush.  Shiny Tarps.  Blush.  Earrings.  Hair.  Blush.  Background.  Blush.

And why, pray tell, does my mother get a necklace and Sister Meagan and I do not?

Things to ponder.

2)  Yesterday was my Pa’s birthday.  Y’all remember my dad, don’t you?

Sure you do.

April 14th is the day of his birth and he has always been proud of this day, seeing as how it was also the day Lincoln was assassinated, as well as the day the Titanic sunk.  Apparently he feels the need to liken his special day to that of a historical tragedy.  As most people do.

3)  Speaking of the Titanic, let’s take a looksie at this photo from the past and remind ourselves while Taylor has not started her own cake decorating business.

Fear not!

I shall let you in on the secrets of making this stellar cake.

Step #1- Panic when your children tell you they want you to make a Titanic cake for their PopPop’s birthday.

Step #2-  Feel extremely inadequate when these are the sorts of Titanic cake pictures you see on a Google search.

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Ain’t nobody got time for that.

Step #3- Give up.  Go to the dollar store and buy a plastic boat.  Ask your husband to cut it at an angle.  Bake a cake.  Stick aforementioned sliced boat atop.

Bam!

Titanic cake for the win.

4)  David has been working hard on the wood shed.  He feels like it is taking For-Ev-Er.  However, I, as always, am impressed with his handiwork and am amazed that he can accomplish such things when he only has an hour or two at a time to do so.

The following picture is a great example of why I fear for David’s life on a daily basis.

What if he falls through them rafters up there?  I  shudder at the thought.

So, he was a busy bee and the sides are all on.  I am no builder person, but my guess would be the last step is the roof.  And maybe it is done after that?

I truly have no idea.

5)  And lastly, but not leastly, I have been meaning to tell you this story for a few months now.

A long time ago, the kids and I were listening to the radio when a song called “Call me, Maybe” came on.

Have you heard of this song?

Wow.

Anyways.  As we were listening to it, I was laughing and told my girls to please not be like the girl in the song.  Because, really.

Really.

“Before you came into my life, I missed you so bad.  I missed you so bad.  I missed you so, so bad.”

What does that even mean?

Anyways, so we were singing along and sort of making fun.

Fast forward to a couple of weeks later.  The kids and I were in the Walmarts around 9 am to kill time before co op.

It is a school day, mind you, so I am probably drawing great attention to myself and my brood.

Or not.  I am not sure the people of Walmart care.

But anyways.  The song, “Call Me, Maybe,” comes on.  And Little Dude, my 4 year old, begins to sing/shout it.

In Walmart.  On a Monday.  At 9am.

I tell him to hush and he shouts,

“But, Mo-om!  Its your song!  They are playing your FAVORITE song!”

It was grand.

That is all.  Happy Monday Morning to you.