Another Day in Paradise

I'm still alive just overwhelmed with the thought of typing about my life at the moment. HA...I'm not sure you can handle it. I know I can't. I think I have one nerve left and it's not a good one.

That hot hunk of meat I call my husband has bronchitis. You know how it is when your husband gets sick. You can be puking your guts up with 110 degree fever, but it's never worse than when they have a splinter. Bronchitis REALLY is bad. The weird thing about Jeff, when he gets sick, he gets quiet. Those of you that know us know this is NOT the norm. I spend most days wondering if he is ever going to shut up. Today, I just want him to talk to me. I just dosed him up with the "GOOD" cough syrup. He'll be horny in a few minutes. He doesn't drink....it doesn't take much.

Dalton broke the breakfast room window out yesterday. He came home from school and decided to practice his golf swing in the side yard. He sliced one right into the breakfast room. I guess that's a Rite of Passage for a little boy. Of course we had major thunderstorms last night....What do you call that? Murphy's Law. He had a basketball game last night, too. They won again!! They are doing awesome. Dalton busted their big guys lip. I know I shouldn't be proud, but I am. We've been working on his aggression. He also tested and moved up to his White Yellow Belt in Taekwondo. I was very proud of him during his testing. He got up in front of about 40 other kids and all of the parents and did his pattern and sparring. GREAT JOB D.A.

Savannah started soccer. Spring soccer is co-ed. That's a little different, but she LOVES it. The game that is. I'm pretty sure she loves boys, too but she's not going to admit it at this age. If you ask her she turns bright red and then starts screaming about how she HATES boys. Whatev, SavyG!! She's also decided to totally disgust me by kissing on the mouth. Savannah takes after me in that she has always had a very large personal space bubble. She told her Grandmother once that she was sorry, but she didn't kiss on the mouth. I think she was 6 when she did that. Well all of a sudden she wants to have this long drawn out moment of passion before she goes to bed. I told her I don't kiss on the mouth. (You saw that mouth...Would you kiss it?) Anyway, she kept on.....I finally knocked her in the head and she went to bed. Now I'm grossed out and my husbands on the couch drunk.

Jeff sold my truck. We pulled a 78 Convertible Volkswagon Bug out of storage. Yep, that's my new ride. MTV is not currently taking applications for Pimp My Ride, but trust me, as soon as they do we will be entering the car. I'll get some pics of it this weekend on here. Tomorrow is the first time I actually get to drive it. It's been in storage for about 4 years so it had a few kinks to get worked out before Jeff felt like it was safe enough for me to drive. It is now tagged, insured, has a new battery and brakes. We'll see what happens. I think it will be fun. My daily trip to work is about 3 miles round trip. I think I can handle it. It brings back memories of my first set of wheels. I had a black 68 Bug. This one is more fun. It's a convertible.

Oh, I almost forgot Valentine's Day. I know many of you just look forward to hearing about all of the wonderful gifts my husband gives me. After the $25 Kroger card he gave me for our 12th Anniversary, he said he was struggling with the right thing to do for Valentine's Day. SO, I got a card and he took me to dinner. He took me to the Waffle House in Olive Branch and even ordered my hashbrowns for me scattered smothered and covered. Do I know how to pick them or what? Now, I know why some women order their own flowers. I love him though. I got him a new belt and told him to just keep his pants on. I wasn't feeling mushy after the Waffle House.

That's about all the news. The full court press is on at work. If anyone needs insurance, call me!!!!!!!! Tell your friends and neighbors too. The Acree kids need to be fed. I'm loving American Idol and TiVo. That's the only way I get to watch it. My ass is as big as ever and food never tasted better.

I'll take some new pictures of my gang this weekend and hit you back then.
Peace,
Kacy

P.S. My favorite color has been pink for years, but I think I'm ready to change it. Is that allowed? Can you just change your favorite color any time you want to? Help me with that one.