Everyone has those fond memories of childhood.  Many of us, too, have those "not so fond memories."  I had a flash of both yesterday sitting in a hotel room in Miami.  Peerless and I went down for the weekend with a couple of friend for a mini-mini-vacay.  It was fantastic.  I got to lay out a bit, dance a bit, just relax.  Then I got "the text."  My oldest brother, Ronnie, has an innate ability to text you with a message that leaves you needing, wanting, HAVING to know more.  Yesterday's text simply said, "Mont is in the ER."  For those of you who don't know, Mont is my brother, also.  He's the youngest of the twins, the silliest, the wildest.  He's the one who proudly declare after growing up in a military home part time and a suburban home the other part of the time that the "streets were in him"....OK.  

Naturally after I got the message I went into panic mode.  I immediately began calling every possible person who could either give me information, had information, or WHATEVER.  It turns out that Mont had some sort of blunt trauma to his head, busting his ear drum, causing him to faint, bump his head, crack his skull, and turn my stomach inside out with nerves.  I began to overthink the entire situation, wondering all types of what ifs and being thrown back to my childhood when Mont spent 85% of the time terrorizing me and the other 15% being nice to me so I would take the spinach off of his plate and eat it at dinner time.  I found myself pissed off at the notion (call it what you want to) that had he just eaten the spinach ONCE or twice he would've found some Popeye strength, and broken his fall.  Absurd, maybe, but for me it made perfect sense, and I decided to stick to it.  

Well, needless to say, as my brother is in the hospital unconscious today his Popeye strength has still not kicked in.  I'm fervently trying to figure out demographics to be able to have Caeden at her soccer game Saturday, while making it to Knoxville on Friday.  I know I can't be in two places at the same time, but I'm trying to make it happen.  Somewhere deep inside I just KNOW that spinach would've worked. Maybe when I see Mont I'll slip some into his I.V. tube.

Roll, Bounce....

 just realized I hadn't posted any photos of Caeden's birthday party.  Did I mention how much fun we had?  I won't overload you with all the nitty gritty details, but here are a few pictures to let you know how we got down....

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A handful....literally

I love my husband.  God in heaven knows I do.  God also knows that when he put Peerless and me together, he took oil and water and in his miraculous power made it mix.  P and I are really opposites.  What's CRAZY is that somewhere in our journey we've become so much alike it's scary.  Peerless is the one person on Earth who can turn the most serious situation into a comedic experience.  He can go from 31 years old to 8 years old in a matter of seconds--just put him and Caeden against one another and see.  Then there are those times when he becomes the most romantic, loving, wonderful person going.  Well, Saturday night was one of them.  We went out with friends, and he was oh so attentive.  He fawned over me from the moment we walked out of the door to the moment we walked back into the house.  We took pictures, we laughed...sigh.  So, needless to say, when I'm looking through the pictures from the other night and run across the CUTEST picture of us I was ELATED.  I looked, I smiled, and then I became mortified.  In the cuteness of the pose, my husband became the thug I love so much.  He decided our G rated pose shouldn't be such.  And then the picture was taken.......just notice the hands.  My sweets.