Documenting the Days

For your viewing pleasure, and because I feel like you just gotta know this bit of Kristi Sue trivia. Ahem.  She likes a buncha tarter sauce on her fish sammich.  And, yes.  I made her pose and giggle to take a photo.

Today was a pretty fantastic day.  I'm not really sure how playdates look like for other folks, but we just randomly throw stuff together on ours.

I had fish fingers and frozen pizzas.  Kristi had left over pizza and chips.  Regina had fish filets, tarter sauce, hoagie bread and Bagel Bites.  We just kinda get whatever's in the fridge and have a fun feast.

It was gorgeous outside.

We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.  We used watercolors as our medium and painted outside.

I know this might be the most boring blog in the world, but it was just another perfect day for me.

We also gave the name Burt to a bumble bee outside.

Also.  Right now.  I'm looking at a group of kiddos vegging on couches watching some Netflix.  Inspector Gadget is the show.  I mean, if you need to know the details.


I'm saying thanks to the One that created colors that we admire in books, fish that we can eat with too much tarter sauce, back yard bees that require a name from little ones and friendship.  To God be glory great things He hath done.

Inside Jokes

I love laughing.  I'll just search funny YouTube videos late at night.  I'm kinda classy with my sense of humor.  Jimmy Fallon, Carol Burnett, oh!  Good glory!  Don't get me started on Barney Fife or Aunt Bee tipsy on the Andy Griffith Show (gotta be the black and white eppys - not the ones in color, of course).

Here I go.  I'm about to get all controversial.  Don't punch me folks.  

I love inside jokes.

I know!  They are rude and inconsiderate if you aren't in the loop.

I've tried my durndest to be polite and explain why Reduced-Fat CheeseNips are hilarious.  I just get an eye roll or a polite chuckle.

Also, I'm not sure how many times I've stared blankly at folks laughing at the goofiest things.

Yes, I realize that CheeseNips aren't really that funny.  Just hush. The friend that is reading this is laughing so hard that tears are rolling down her knees.

I just read a meme about that recently.  Tears and knees.  I wish I wasn't so lazy.  I'd totally find it and post it for y'all.

Anyway(s).

I gotta tell you about my weekend.

I've been gloomy for a few months.  I will say it in every blog.  I cry a lot.

Last weekend.  I cried hard.  I'd walk away from the heavy sobbing, thinking I was gonna be fine, then BAM!  The tears would flow again.  

I'm not really afraid of crying though.  It's true.  I remember crying at a funeral a few years ago.  I griped about how much I hate it.  My husband's mentor corrected me gently. He replied to my complaints by simply reminding me that tears are a gift.  We won't have them in Heaven.  He said that he thinks they are just here to help us deal with the pain of this world.

It doesn't feel like a gift when my face turns the color of a ripe beet though.  Agh.  And, my voice.  It gets all deep and nasally.  

So, this weekend was a biggie in the Kristi Sue story.

She started a new medicine.  We've just been nervous about how she'll respond.  

I watched the girls that day.  I took photos of them twirling in princess dresses and playing family.

My friend came in to pick up the kiddos.  Her husband left with my husband to take my big kiddos to drama practice.

The littles continued to play outside.

We cried over how deep our friendship has grown.  I'm going to be honest.  We cried over the future.  I am nervous to be that open with you.  I don't even want to type it.  

We shook off the fears quickly and went to the kitchen to get drinks for the children.

My voice trembled again, and she did that thing she does.  She said, "Alli Shirley.  I know you hate it, but I wanna hug your right now."

She held me as I cried and cried in front of my kitchen sink.  

And, I cried some more.  I wish I had the courage to tell you what all was said, but I just can't.  Some things are just meant to be quiet.

Then, the front door slowly opened.  I ran to the bathroom to wait for my ugly red face to return back into a normal-ish color.  A soft pink is what I was hoping for.

That Kristi Casey and her tiny hiney raced back there with me.

She said, "OK.  It's on my list, girl.  Show me a dance move.  Teach me how to dance.  Right here in this bathroom."

It's an inside joke.

I don't even remember when it was.  Years ago she grabbed my arm and took me in friends bathroom and asked me to teach her a fun dance move.  She knew I'd laugh big.

She was right.

So, I have no point, eh?

I guess.  Just keep on being rude and have your inside jokes!  Laugh it up, folks!

I need it.  Please keep having silly jokes with me, please.  

I'm thankful for the gift of tears, but even more grateful for belly laughs and chicken cackled guffaws.  

Just some words :)

My friend is sick.  I think I might need a place to process some thoughts of mine.

Please be warned.  I will probably sound a bit self-absorbed at times.  Because.  Well.  I am.  I might sound like a warrior one moment and a scared little girl the next.  I might curse God in one breath and cry because of His involvement the next.

Be patient with me.  I laugh and cry a lot.

I'm horrible with grammar and spelling at times.

I just love the ones that are close to me.  I want to trust the One that made them.  I'm hoping I can find the grace to help me with this kinda stuff.