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Monday Madness

I realize this post has no significance whatsoever, spiritual or otherwise.  But, I just felt like giving you a rundown of the Takle family weekend.  And, the title has nothing to do with this post.  I just thought your Monday might be as mad as mine will be today.  Goodbye holidays and vacation.

Here goes.

Wake up.  Read the Bible Twilight Saga.  {I’m aware of how long it’s taking me to finish this series.  Holidays.  Children.  No time.  You get the picture.} 

Bigmama INSISTS we take the kids to see Aunt Kate, her 93 year old sister.


Aunt Kate and Bigmama look a lot alike, but they are quite different.  Bigmama wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of pants while Aunt Kate wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress or without her snuff. 

Later in the day, Bigmama checks on Kris’ New Year’s resolution to cut back on the caloric inhalation.  She said they had agreed to do this thing together.  Oh, yes they did.  Called your accountability partner, Hun?

Finish book #2.  Finally.  Listen to a bunch of hoodlums cheer on a helpless Tide.  Go nighty night.

Cram as much as I can into four suitcases.  See my flight departure time has changed.  Changed again.  Changed again.  Changed again.  Arrive at the Hartsfield-Jackson Airport.  Just in time to wait an extra two hours for a delayed flight.  Break down and buy book #3.  See poor little 7 year old girl named Rylee sobbing as she is flying by herself from ATL to OKC.  We welcome her into the Takle family for 2 hours.

Listen to my kids fight over who gets to sit by Rylee.  Listen to Anna keep calling her Ry-lea.  Land.  Yell at my children for running around the baggage conveyer thingy.  Yell again.  Yell again.

See the husband for the first time in four days.  Hug.  Hug.  Kiss.  That’s it.  I’m tired.  Pick up on that other New Year’s resolution tomorrow.  Choose wine instead.  Hubs understands. 

Hug this guy.  Especially after seeing Marley & Me.


Get in my very own bed.

Repent for not going to church.  Try to explain to my dad why I didn’t go to church.  Eat Mexican.  Car wash.  Read my “heathen” book, to quote my father.  {Between skipping church and reading about vampires, my dad is going to fly out to serve me communion really soon.  I’m sure of it.}

Make good on some resolutions.

Hear Anna call John Henry “b*%#ch”.  She uses the word incorrectly, so I’m sure she didn’t hear it from me.  Blame Kris.  Blame Pre-School.  Blame Aunt Kate.   

Take Kris for his first Crest grocery store experience.  He sees the light, too.

Kris shares random experience about riding a grocery cart in a Kmart parking lot once when the cart flew out from under him and he did a face plant.  Laughed.  Laughing about it now as I type.

Wonder if anyone else thinks it’s funny when people fall down.

Watch Horton Hears A Who.

Go to bed.

Wake up to a mad, mad Monday.

How was your weekend?
Your kid ever drop a “bad” one?  What did you do?
Do you laugh when someone falls down? 



Filed under Randomness

Holiday Travel.

I love traveling with children.  Love it.  Love it like I love somebody eating my last Junior Mint or breaking my favorite MAC eye shadow.  Our holiday travel to Georgia was A.WALK.IN.THE.PARK. compared to our summer road trip.  Memba that?  Oh, blessed be the name.  I am aware.  I AM AWARE.  That I am a wee bit spoiled with private travel.  So, you need not throw stones in the commentin’ area.  Mkay?  But, still.  My children obviously do not understand how significant the lives of Edward and Bella are with their relentless inquisition and chatter.  Um, can’t you see I’m reading?  {Still raptured with that dang Twilight Saga.  Sorry.}

Then upon descent, Anna initiates a loud, “DAD!  DAD!  DAD!  DAD!  DAD!”  So much for the FAA requested sterile cockpit. 

Anyhoo, we made it to our beloved G-Town.  And, nothing says holiday cheer quite like watching the movie “Elf” with my dad. 

Here is my favorite clip from the movie. 

Luh-huv it.

Are you traveling for the holidays?  Are you using duct tape to endure the travel?  I kid.  You know I do.  Ahem. 







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Where is your heart?

This little man, dear friends.


Has quite the heart.  And, sometimes, he amazes me with the bits of wisdom that oozes out of his little spirit.  He must get it from his momma.  Or his daddy.  Or his other daddy. 

At the dinner table, John Henry asked, “It’s Jesus’ birthday.  We have to get Him a present.  But, He has everything.  What do we get Him?”

I responded, prepared to give him Mommy’s wisdom, “Do you know what Jesus wants more than anything?”

And, before I could answer my own question, John Henry said, “He wants our heart.”

I was going to answer with “love one another.”  He answered with the greatest commandment.

Our heart is where our treasure is.  It’s where we invest the most time and energy.  It’s where our first dollar goes.  It’s in our daily routine. 

There are times I am quite certain that Jesus has my whole heart.  Other times, I give Him just a wee bit, because I’m busy with less important things like my recent Twilight Saga addiction.  Which, of course, has been a catalyst for me asking Kris various questions about vampires, and Kris responding with “You do know that vampires aren’t real.”  Then, me assuring Kris that if he were a vampire, I would want him to bite me so we could be together forever. 

It’s all very sick.  I love it.

Back to you, God.

But, He wants my whole heart. 

More than anything.

 Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’  This is the first and greatest commandment.  Matthew 22:37-38



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