Say Yes to the Dress

Today was back to school shopping day for Molly. [It was her year.  When you have four then they each take a year. ] In the past [like last year...or last month] Molly typically picks out the same things: tshirts, shorts, jeans, and tennis shoes.  Actually getting her to pick out a dress to wear for Easter usually end up in some sort of "heated discussion".  She is an athlete and not very prissy so she likes to dress simple. As her mom, I pick and choose my battles.  If there is a situation where I think she should dress up then I let her know - does she always agree?  That would be a big fat NO! 

Yesterday her Nana wanted to take her shopping.  Nana likes to take her to Northlake and Molly is glad to oblige her.  We ended up at Belk first because Molly found some clothes in Shelby last week and wanted to look .  Now this is actually a feat in and of itself: The girl usually snarls her nose at Belk [my FAVORITE store]. She found a few shirts [none of them t-shirts] and then [*DRUM ROLL*] she headed to the dresses.  [Honestly, I was about to call 911 to report the kidnapping of my daughter for a replacement daughter until I realized she was, in fact, willingly choosing dresses to try on.]  She picked a few, my mom picked a few, I picked a few [hey, better take it while we've got it otherwise this might the last dress we get her try on forever a while] and she took the ALL to try on.

Bless her...she wasn't sure how some of them "worked" [didn't realize it was tough to try on a dress but she figured out a way to make it tough].  One of them, cute as could be, had a very large belt in the middle.  My daughter [the honors student] pulled the dress over her head [without unfastening the belt] then wondered why she couldn't get the dress on all the way.  "Honey, undo the clasp on the belt in the front." She didn't know there was a clasp on the belt.  The next dress had tie on the side but Molly's version of the tie was this random piece of fabric hanging down the side of the dress.  "Honey, you know that goes around your waste and ties on the side don't you?"  No..no...she didn't know.  We laughed so hard at her in the dressing room.

So I had to ask the question: What in the world has gotten in to you that makes you want to wear a dress?  Her reply?  "Well my friends pick on me because I don't dress up enough so its really just to spite them."  Hmmmmm...good reason I guess.  "And, after softball camp at Carolina I realized that girls that play softball in college are actually very prissy and dress super nice.  I don't have to always look like a bum.  I don't want people to think I don't know how to dress up." Hmmm.....well another good reason. The next statement [which nearly sent me to my knees] went something like this, "These dresses are all dress code so I can even wear them to school."  Holy cow Batman!  Did she just say the words "dress" and "wear" and "school" in the same sentence?  This from the same chick who wore her "Vote for Pedro" shirt in a school picture one time?  Wow. 

It was a wonderful shopping trip with Nana, Molly, and Emma.  My girls [all of my children] are growing up so fast.  I really cherish these times when we can laugh and giggle because I know, that all too soon, they will grow up and have their own lives.  Molly and I have prom to look forward to this year [which will probably be an adventure] and hopefully, many more shopping trips together.

Tonight we had the opportunity to see Mercy Me and Jamie Grace, right here in Shelby. What a blessing to hear 10,000 people sing praises in the name of Jesus.  We were very thankful to a good friend for the free tickets and the fellowship with those who joined us.  The Shorties are truly blessed. 

Coop and Madison ♥

Molly and her biffles

Emma and her daddy ♥

I do have a simple prayer request for myself.  I am mom to some amazing children [yes they are amazing to me] and I love, love, love them with all my heart.  However, I don't want to "interfere" too much because that isn't healthy.  I posted several weeks ago about praying for the man that Molly will one day marry.  I think it is important that I pray now because that will be a very important decision [MANY years from now] for her one day.  I have watched her grow as a Christian and a God girl over this last year and I am so proud of the woman she is becoming.  My prayer request is that I can deal with the things that happen in between now and then, when she gets her heart broken.  She is strong, she is grounded in her faith, and above all else, she refuses to let others dictate how she feels about herself.  

I found a sign [on Pinterest] that said something to the effect that if you mess with my kids you'll see 7 different kinds of crazy.  You will.

Things I Found On Ebay

Cooper won a new disc golf bag on Ebay a few weeks ago.  He was so proud of himself - he bid and kept watch over his bid and finally won it.  Now keep in mind that Cooper has no source of income so guess who paid for his fantastic find?  Yep, the budget Nazi. [I gently asked for the money via a text message. In the middle of football practice when I knew he wasn't paying attention.  It worked.]  Of course, when the bag arrives at our house it not addressed to Cooper but to a George Booty. "Mom, I can't give them my real name.  What if they are stalkers? Geez..."  So he came up with George Booty???  I suppose normal names were just too much for him to handle.

He has developed a love of Ebay and periodically he will tell me about crazy things he finds while searching for disc golf stuff [and listening to some of the most horrendous music ever].  Tonight I decided to do a little searching me'self to see what is out there and this is what I found:

This little gem here would be alien crap.  The description underneath said that they were not sure if it had been used or not.  My question [besides the OBVIOUS one here] is how exactly does one use alien crap?  Is that like use for medicinal purposes ["Take two of these and er...crap two of these...er...just take 'em or crap 'em and let me know how you feel in the morning."] when traditional medicine isn't the cure?  Is this something that might give you super powers [or simply make you look  like the idiot you have to be if you own this AND believe it to be alien crap]?



Now I love me some A1 steak sause.  I eat it over spaghetti noodles, with butter and parmesean [or however that stupid word is spelled] cheese.  I use it on baked potatoes.  I like it on a lot of things.  Apparently, for a low, low price, I can buy a blow up bottle of it off of Ebay.  I am thinking of who I can give this to for Christmas this year [It has to be someone I REALLY like].   

Who wouldn't want to be wearing bacon on that cut? [Some of you just shook your head in absolute excitement.] According to the overbearing nice saleswoman [Am I supposed to just use the word "person" here for saleswoman?  I am sure there is some Call-Us-Salespeople group that will rise up and demand to be treated equally when behind the counter at Claire's Highly-Overpriced-And-Basically-A-Ripoff Boutique.] bacon AND mustaches are [and I quote] "all the rage this year!"  What is this world coming to?  I know....

This snazzy little purse [wonder if it comes with the Lincoln] is none other than your standard, taxadermied [I had to Google the correct spelling of that word just now] bull frog purse.  According to the description it was featured on Jay Leno.  If you buy it then you will be very HOPPY!!!

Now we are moving into the morbid area.  If you choose to purchase a casket then you can do so via Ebay.  I'm guessing this is something that you might get and decide that you no longer need it [Hmph...I ain't dyin' ~ forget that mess!] or you got one and didn't like it [yeah...I'm thinking this one just doesn't suit me...not soft enough] or you simply want to make the rest of us have one of those moments where we are thinking to ourselves, "That person selling it is probably kin to me."  This picture is an example of a cat casket, complete with a whole array of end of life number 9 stuff for when Mr. Fluffers kicks it on up to the windowsill in the sky.  Good to know...

Not going to lie ~ this one gave me the creeps [probably because the description said, "Creepy Doll Parts"].  You know [because you grew up like me, watching Chucky] that there is NOTHING good that can come from this pile of doll parts.  What would you do if this showed up on your doorstep?

One of my personal faves is the extra long fry bent into the shape of a ribbon of support [nothing says combat a potentially life threatening disease like a greasy (see the spot to the right?) french fry pinned to your lapel].  I am a little upset that I can't see Mother Theresa or at least Michael Landon in the the grease spot.

Hmmm...Underpants for your hands?  Not too sure I want to know ANYTHING else about these tighty whiteys....

I hate it when a squirrel, after a road kill incident, is carried off the scene with dirty undies on! Do those momma squirrels not tell them to change their undies BEFORE they go out, in case of an accident?

A tiny egg. Bidding begins at $1100.  Go head.  You know you want to.

Now I have heard of folks pissing away money but never heard of them used money to cover their piss.  [Should come with a sticker that says, "Break glass in case of an emergency but do not retrieve the coins from yellow water."]

[Disclaimer: Ebay has some pretty bizzaro and weird stuff so make sure little eyes are not around.]

Not a bad night's work...I am sure there is more to find...