Wordless Working-for-A-Living Wednesday

Angels in Alabama

ROLL TIDE!

Athar, Bama's always winning in heaven.

Rest in peace, Pawpaw.

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Hello. ccW here.
I live in the part of Halfglassistan you haven't seen yet. Stay tuned.

Wordless Pre-Wedding-Wedding-Day Wednesday

Follow The Bouncing Ball

Sometimes it takes a PhD designation to decipher my rambling utterances.


PhD, as in someone with a Personal (understanding of) hyperactive (and) Dysfunctional thought processes.


Simply put, someone who can listen to a stuttering monologue of:

"... and so, I'm thinking ... that what it is ... is that maybe ... I need to ... you, know, like when I was ... and I ... it's like ... ahhh ... I know! .... It's like coming off a ... and then ... no, no, no, these are happy tears ... coming off a ... and then ... and I just need to, but I can't ... I don't know why ... well, I guess I can ... you're right, you're right, I know you're right ... but what about ... and if ... okay. ... But — okay."

And then, when I take a deep, shaky, breath, and I look her in the eye, and say:

"Does that make any sense?"

She replies:

"Yes."

And she means it.
Because it does.
Make sense. To her.
Because she knows me.
Because she's a girl. 
Because she's a girl who knows me.


And if you think that those periods of ellipses up there are replacing long, detailed, recollections of events or thoughts previously discussed? 


No. No. Not really.
I have edited precious few words out of the actual conversation.
She's just that good.

Nice Rack!

Get yours checked.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Early detection saves lives.

15" wire rack

- K-3136 © 2009 Kohler Co. 

Sentimental Journey

I love those two handsome devils up there. That's Mr. J and Jim, my dear father-in-law. That was snapped on a festive Friday night almost a decade ago when two families came together to celebrate the next day's event.

That's right.

The end of this month marks a big day in Team Wedding Headquarters, and I'm going to spend a little bit of the next few weeks waxing poetic about it. We're coming up on the 10th anniversary of the Wedding Wedding.

Oh, and if you're wondering: "Hmm ... I bet she heard that a lot ..." As in: "Oh! Tee-hee! The Wedding Wedding. Tee-hee!"

Mmmm ... yeah. And we were engaged for 18 months. When, you might ask, did it stop being funny? Probably about day four of week three of month one of that year and a half. When did it stop being sweet?

Never.

I love my name. It makes people smile. It's memorable. It's beautiful. I may always have to spell it for people because they're not sure they heard it correctly, but, it didn't take me long to adopt my husband's lickity-split recitation of: "Wedding. W-E-D-D-I-N-G. Just like you're getting married." I suspect that I get far more of the "Oh! Tee-hee!" remarks these days (or ever) because he's a guy and I'm, well, a girl. And I don't help the matter by being a cheesy girl and after hearing "Oh! What a pretty/beautiful/wonderful/sweet/special name!" (usually from another girl) what do I sometimes reply?

"Yep. I got it at my wedding."

Cheesy. I told you.

And I may have added the name Wedding on October 30, 1999, but that just made things all official — like for taxes and babymaking and ending my streak as the first member of my big ol' Catholic family to be (we say this next part in a whisper) living in sin — I was a Wedding woman (yes, it's an actual designation, and a very exclusive one, at that) long before that candlelit fall evening.

What have we learned since then?

Well, hmmm ... all the legal benefits of marriage are a good idea. Babies raised by us are not. 


And, you might be interested to know that the whole living-together thing became tres chic among my siblings and cousins after I did it. Coincidence? I think not. A trailblazer I am.

But, even though we've always celebrated October 30 — and quite well, I might add — it was just a day that we picked that didn't conflict with the fall college football schedule, and beat the end-of-year deadline (for um, er, taxes ... yeah! that's it! ... not that whole superstitious Y2K thing ... really ... really ... maybe). We've also always celebrated the anniversary of our first date, and honestly, I've always felt much more sentimental about that.

This year, though, is different. Ten years. I'm proud of that. And even as I say that I'm proud of it, it strikes me as a little ridiculous that in the context of "till death do we part," 10 years should seem so monumental. But it is. Especially once you begin to think that "till death" may not be as long as you bargained for when you signed up for this gig.

And — wow — year number 10 has been quite the exclamation point. Everything after this is the bonus round — and I'm gonna play my heart out.

Our Blood Runs Red and Black. And Thick.

(sigh)

My oldest and my youngest bulldawg babies. 

My niece Hilary, almost 19, (Left, at age two. Hilly, you'll be glad to know I cropped out your baby acid-washed jeans. You're welcome.) is babysitting my nephew JC, almost 11 months, (Right, just last month. Really.) today while their moms are in Athens between the hedges.

GO DAWGS! SIC 'EM! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

(sigh — and smile — but, yeah, sigh)

Kind of A Big Deal Around Here

©2009 LAF

Today is LIVESTRONG Day.

Why today? It's a cancerversary. On October 2, 1996, Lance Armstrong was diagnosed with advanced testicular cancer, and before he knew whether he would survive, he started his foundation to fight cancer.

But the Lance Armstrong Foundation (LAF) does so much more than raise funds or awareness.

It helps people affected by cancer.

It inspires the will to fight — and the courage to keep going.

It keeps you fired up — and channeling your inner badass.

It makes you feel like you're part of something much bigger than yourself — and reminds you that you are never alone.

It reminds you to hang tough and keep believing that prayers will be answered.

It teaches you that "unity is strength, knowledge is power, and attitude is everything." 

It helps people affected by cancer. 

I know. 

And if you've been to Halfglassistan before, you know, too.

If you're new here, just click on those links above and see how a little yellow bracelet, a slogan, and everything they represent carried me and everyone I love through one hell of a year.

LIVESTRONG.

I've Been Felt Up. Have You?

It's Breast Cancer Awareness Month. 

Get your girls checked.

Early detection saves lives.