Wall art.

Say Hello to the new addition in my house.

Biggg ole thank you to the new mrs. baker for all her help, she is my decorator, envision-or and bff.

gotta love your family.

When you need a laugh sometimes it just falls in your lap or on your computer screen in my case….

AwkardFamilyPhoto.com

WHHOOOPPP WHOOOPPPP its Thursday!!

New week!

Tina Fey's Prayer

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait. O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed. And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it. And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.” -Tina Fey

Well said lady.

Cheers to the Freakin Weekend

{hate this girl, love her music}

I am working on shaping my life with these words;

But even better advice that I just received via email when I was doing my blog......

We'll see ya Monday!



The Blog Goddess Heard and Delivered

<first bbm convo of the morning>

Candace: Correct me if I am wrong but does it feels crisp this morning?

Kelly: It is a sign of a better day when I woke up, the blog goddess heard and delivered.

Candace: Yeah no shit, you should throw some more requests up there....

Kelly:  Dear blog can I be graced with ...more money, Prince Charming, new curtains in my room, bigger tomatoes on my topsy turvy, but mainly for this week to hurrrrryyyyy up already so I have pool time with my peeps! 

Congrats to Scotty don't!!! Life wont be the same without you here!

I will always ask myself before any major decisions, "WWDD" (what would danny do?)

Family Emergency will live on.

And Jimmy Johns will always be freaky fast.

Can I trade this day in for a new one? Like say 3 Months from now!!

I, every bit of woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

And I know that it is Mid July, but the only thing that makes me produce the slightest bit of a smile is this.....

Fall.

Give me...... cooler weather, changing leaves, riding boots, scarfs, sweaters, pumpkin spice latte's, cider beer, Nora Jones tunes,  Hocus Pocus on Family channel, Corn Mazes(well thats for candace), hunted houses, football games, red and burnt orange mums, time falling back ........ahhhh my list could go on and on!

Fall is my favorite time of the year and I am finding it very hard to wait.

<back to reality ... July 13th, 94 degrees, in a bad mood, covered with work and not FALL yet> 

 

Growing up.

“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up.”

-the wonder years