Uninhibited Joy

Back when I was little I can remember going to the store with my mom, not THE store but the Wal-Mart, and being so excited when she would say that I could get one thing. I was one of those imaginative kids that had an entire universe that fit into my bedroom so getting a new addition was a difficult yet joyous decision. I would contemplate how it would fit in with the other toys and their little dramas that I would play out so that I could make the best choice possible. My parents would tell you that I could write books on all the adventures my little friends would go on. My Nana use to say that I had a whole other world going on in my head and that she would have loved to have been able to view it the way I did. So you see why this was important to take my time and find the perfect addition to my fantasy world.
When I reached my final choice she would purchase it and we would be on our way after Nathan picked out some stupid toy he wanted of course. Just kidding Na.... not really because usually that involved something that he would throw or shoot at me and this always annoyed me greatly.

All the way home, I would think about how awesome it was going to be to rip off the packaging and let that particular toy begin it's history with me and all of my other "friends" in my room. The minute I passed over the threshold of the doorway I felt a surge of excitement and ran to my room to immediately begin playing. It was pure uninhibited joy.
As we get older, our joys in life alter. I don't even think I realized the exact moment when toys turned into clothes which then turned into electronics which has evolved into decor with electronics. Ok, so I haven't grown out of technology yet, but I think you guys get the picture. This week I decorated the guest room in anticipation of a friend coming to stay with us this week. Nothing made me happier than to walk out of that completed room and feel that rush of accomplishment. Not to mention that the new bedding is absolutely adorable and I almost wanted to sleep in there myself.
This little memory does have a point. Promise.

Last night, we brought home a new addition to our fleet of cleaning supplies. Dyson. Oh, yes we finally stopped beating around the bush and went out and got the vacuum of my dreams. I have family and friends that own them, my mother being one of them that swear once you go Dyson you never go back. After assembly and first use I have to shout from the rooftop that we are conformed and will never go back. Now as freaking awesome as my happiness, my enjoyment was overshadowed by Jays. I don't think he had this much joy when he opened the Playstation 3 that I got him for his birthday. He could not wait to test out our new toy. He began "testing it out" as he called it all over the house. Before I knew it, he had vacuumed all the carpets and was working on all the hardwood. He moved the entire living room set out of the room and cleaned the walls. It was like watching a kid with a new toy on Mountain Dew. I wanted to use it but wasn't about to get in the way of all that hard work that was being done without him even realizing it. I just kept passing through rooms knowing that it must be the simple things in life that keep us all sane. As absolutely thrilled as we were, my dogs on the other hand were freaking out and trying to escape each room as he voraciously cleaned. All you would see was two little heads poking around a corner hoping that he wasn't coming in there direction next. He finished our bedroom first so I rescued them by ushering them on the bed and I closed the door. So there we were, Tucker, Austin, myself and Ghost Adventures waiting on the madness of the vacuuming to end.

While reading back through this blog just now, I have realized that we are old people. We were this elated over a vacuum.

I hope the little things are keeping all of you as happy as they are keeping me. It's these moments I thank God for because they are the special ones.

Until next time, you are all welcome at my house for the next three days. It is immaculate!

Tour de Munford

This weekend has been slow paced and extremely relaxing for me and my little family.
Saturday I barely even moved from the bed!

My doggies, Jay, and I have hardly left the house except to go today to visit with my grandparents, Daddy and Linda, and let's not forget BUG. She was so sweet with her hair braided like mine used to be on a weekly basis by my daddy. She sat across from me and used wonderful manners throughout the meal. I know she is growing up and all, but this made me miss her baby outbursts and her sweet chubby cheeks. I love that she is becoming a young girl with her own personality and lives in her own little world just like I did, but I can't help having those moments when she tugs at my heart wishing she was a little "tater-tot" again. I catch myself wondering who she will be when she grows up and will she still want me the way she used to. I always want her to understand that she will always be a part of me. I have pictures of her everywhere and am so very proud of her. She is the sweetest little soul you ever met. Dad mentioned that he had been burning old movies and that one was of her birth. I can promise her that I will remember those details with crystal clear recollection forever. The day she came into my life was and forever will be so dear to my heart. She changed me. She changed us all. Bug, I know you are just learning to read so if someone is reading this to you, Sissy loves you. Come see us and our puppies. They miss you.

After lunch, we toured Munford, TN for a minute on our way to a drug store for Jay and I marveled at all the changes that have happened since the last night I visited. I couldn't believe it. In so many ways it is still the sleepy little town I grew up in, but in others it has grown and become more metropolitan. While we visited with Granny and Papa all of a sudden there was a scratch at the door. No, that was not a typo, it was a scratch. Shelby, their neighbors dog, came bursting through the door in hopes that she would receive her daily cookie. Apparently, this little, chubby I might add, pouch travels from door-to-door and all the families on their street open their doors and give her a cookie. She promptly takes the cookie, wags her tail in thanks, and then scurries out the door and back home to consume it. This was just too good! If this was the case where we live we would never see ours again. There are many houses in our neighborhood and it would take them quite a bit to travel door-to-door but if they knew there was a pot of cookies at the end of that rainbow, they would do whatever it took. If you even say something that rhymes with "treat" here they gallop through the house and into the kitchen to sit nervously waiting for you to deliver. All in all, today's visit to Munford was wonderful and long overdue.

We then went to Momma's to pick up some mail because I have yet to change all of my addresses. (pause for shock) not.....

Grey was in desperate need of a nap but he rallied for us. He absolutely adores Jay and couldn't pass up a chance to play with him. Jay is so good with Grey. A few nights ago Jay revealed to me that he fights the urge to say "Uncle Jay" when talking to Grey. This made me smile not only outside, but from deep within. I have almost slipped and said it a few times myself but I am always so careful with things like this. I know he feels that he is a part of my family and I of course want him to be as soon as possible, but it is nice to hear something like that.

I am back home now and listening to some music in our office wishing that I didn't have to go back to work tomorrow. I hope that everyone had a wonderful Labor Day weekend and had as much relaxation as I did. Austin is laying on my feet as I type, so until next time he and I wish all of you a terrific night.