Something I just don't understand

Okay, so the other day we received in the mail a wedding invitation. We were expecting this invitation, we knew it was coming. As I read the reception resonse card it says it's an adult-only reception. Really?!?! You mean to tell me that I can't bring my daughter to a wedding. I don't understand because I know there are kids in the wedding party. When we had Kayli we knew that she was invited to go where ever we went. How can I deny her that? I know she's too young to understand it but I just don't get. They know people have kids and now I can't bring her with us. She is going to miss an opportunity to see some of her family because they don't want kids at their reception.

I just don't get it!

Oh tattoos

Why do I love tattoos?!? Let me count the ways.....no really, why are they addicting? Some things I read say there is an endorphin in the ink that some can get addicted to. Really? That's some powerful ink.

With me having 5 myself and planning on getting another one soon (hopefully this year) I can only speak through my experiences. My first was a guardian angel on my lower back. Yes some call this place a "tramp stamp" but I nothing of the sort. I got this in memory of my grandmother who passed away in 2002. My second is a small flower on my left ankle. This is something I got while in Tennessee and a way to bring a piece of it back with me. The third is a cupcake where only one person can see it. It's just for him! My fourth is a butterfly with the stars and a moon on my foot. The butterfly symbolizes change, which is exactly what I did in 2007 and my last one I got is Kayli's footprints and with her name, all of which resembles a butterfly.

None of those were very painful. But each has a meaning to me and I believe a meaning should be behind every tattoo everyone gets. I'm sure some people disagree with me but you shouldn't alter your body just because it's the "cool" thing to do.

Tattoos are beautiful and individualize everyone. They make us different than others because we all have the same body parts but we don't all have the same body art.

I am my father's daughter...

So, we are going to be donating some things to the Salvation Army and who know they did pick ups?!? So, I need to figure out what all I have that I can give to the less fortunate. After talking with Shawn about this, it has come to my realization (again) that I am a pack rat just like my dad. He saves everything!!! He has a whole closet full of nothing but t-shirts that have been given to him by different groups from the safety patrol, girl scouts, different elementary schools, etc. from his job. Me, I still have clothes with tags on them. My dad saves birthday cards, anniversary cards, Christmas cards. Me, I have a lot of cards to from my husband, Kayli and myself. Now, if only you could see his attic and several garages. Wow! He has a lot of stuff. Anything from tools to holiday decorations to my old toys when I was a little girl (which are good to have since I now have a little girl) and boxes of his old clothes from the '60's and '70's. I can't say I'm any different than he is, my collection of things is growing too. But I am glad to have traits of his, he is a wonderful and very sweet man! I am so glad that I can call him my dad.

Where to begin again....

Where shall I start....it's been a while since I've blogged but here is to a new beginning of me doing this for me. It's a good place to vent and just share things in my life with anyone who would like to see.

So, here's to all of you followers out there (I am one myself).

Laziness......

I hate to complain about others work etiquette, but some people just seem to get lazy over time. Why can't they do their job? Why can't they take on the responsibilities of their position? I don't understand. Don't they want that fulfillment of working for their paycheck or would they rather just do what they can to get by?!? I do understand in a customer service based industry there are going to be issues that arise and customers who aren't 100% satisfied but once the complaint/problem is passed on, why do I still get the negative end of it all when it isn't taken care of by the appropriate person.

I'm just so frustrated!!!!!

Oh - the weekend is coming....

So as I sit here wondering what the weekend will bring (other than the plans that are already made) and I realize what weekends mean to me. Weekends are a time to sleep in, a time to get caught up on all of the things I couldn't get done during the week and most importantly a time to spend with my family.

My family means the most to me and I try to spend as much time as I can with them when I can. I don't want to feel like I am missing out on anything with the way that time gets so busy and rushed. Unfortunately, sometimes it doesn't always go as planned which makes me a little upset but I know that we have to do what we have to in order to get by these days. I just hope that the efforts that are made to do what we need to is noted and appreciated and in some way compensated for by others.

Fall Activities

Sunday we had a nice day out and it was beautiful weather for it. I took Kayli to a corn maze/pumpkin patch. We went with my mom and my nephew and niece and sister-in-law.

This place was amazing. We did the large corn maze. During this maze there are stations to go to and answer 18 questions and take approximately 2 hours!!! Yes, 2 hours!!! Well we went it and made it out in 30 minutes. We only found 3 stations. We let my nephew lead the way.



They had a barrel train ride, which was these barrels painted with cow print. I rode with Kayli.



At the end of our long day there, Kayli picked out her own pumpkin!