
The Valentines Day dinner/dance is just around the corner....

On this "Southern Snow Day" the boys and I sat down for a game of Chutes and Ladders. Andy was getting out all the people and hollers, "I call this guy" referring to the little blue eyed blonde boy. Then he picks up the little black boy (pictured on the slide) and says, "Here Aaron. You can be Barack Obama."
I never feel I am more in the south than when I am getting my hair cut. Let me start off by saying that I LOVE it. I am not making fun of these girls. I absoluetly love to listen to their conversations. Yesterday I counted 6 times that someone said "bless her" about someone. (This is comparable to "bless your heart" or "love your heart") I also heard the phrase "she looked to be about 70" and everyone there refers to their parents as "momma and daddy." I learned why the Western Sizzler closed in Monroe and about the Wagon Wheel restaurant in Marshville that's been there 40 years. I got a great hair cut too. My little Casey can cut some hair. Out of all the transitions we've made the last 3 years, finding a great hair place was the easiest. If only they served sweet tea...

Spicy never complains when I cut his hair. He is so laid back. He always sits patiently. He seems to really appreciate my efforts. He doesn't even get impatient with my indecision. This afternoon Spicy got the full treatment of a brush out, bath, blowdry, and then finishing trim. Anyone else like to make an appointment? Call my cell. 
I started a little project today- creating this picture tree. I keep the pencil tree up almost year round on the landing. I decorate it for Christmas but have just left it "plain" the rest of the year.