Wednesday, August 1, 2012


I think I might be a slob.
Its that. . . or I live with pigs?
Do you ever worry about dying and having a house full of people.
And they see. . . the real you.
Hey, come before I die . . .if you don't like surprises.
(Now I know I wouldn't care because I will be in Heaven praising the Lord, but. . .
the thought has crossed my mind.. .)
Its really nothing but my closet. Clothes just everywhere.  Piles. No order.
Well, its not my closet. Its my living room and kitchen too.
Piles of laundry on the couch.
(in addition to what is folded from the other night).
Do your kitchen counters stay covered in mail? Papers?
Kids are home from camp.  Lily's suitcase looked perfectly packed when she arrived home.  She
was wearing the same skirt she left in. . . mmmm?  She swears she changed her clothes.  Who knows?
Buddy's was wet, gross, and crammed in.  Just like a little camper suitcase should look like.
I am glad my little campers are home.
Dear Chick fil A, I tried.  My gas light came on. . . while I was in the turn lane on Rogers.
No doubt. I would've never made it.  I am so the type that would've waited 2 hours, but
The Mr. was starving and waiting for me. I hope eating there yesterday counts for something.
I sure do have alot of liberal friends on fb. Who knew? Hey, I love ya'. I just don't agree with you.
Listen people, you cant argue with the Bible.
Who cares what I think. Or any other Tom Dick or Harry for that matter.
The Bible is true.
I hear much about how Jesus Loves Me. . .   and You are correct.
Jesus does love you. He loves you more than you can comprehend.
He hates sin.
That's the kicker.
Sometimes we don't make that connection.
Have y'all ever heard of a DIPTHONG? I recently called myself one.
My friend said she had never heard of such. . . well, come to think of it. Neither had I.
I think what I meant to say was DIPSTICK.
But DIPTHONG is highly effective for idiot behavior.
Which I have on a regular basis. So, if you are looking to name the idiot in your life. . .
I googled it. I am not spelling it correctly, but my spelling is better.
It actually has something to do with vowels.
So now we know.
I am in the market for a hutch for my kitchen.
Do I have room? No. It will be absolutely miserable during the holidays.
But it will look good.
Are you guys going to brave tax free weekend?
Me? Perhaps in the wee hours of the morning.
2 things I don't do well . . .
I am a lover of a good deal, but not a fighter for one.
My little Camper Lily needs a bath, teeth brushing, and a bed.
My little Camper Carson needs the same.
My little Clayton is at Secret Church. . .The Mr. said, "Are they teaching kids to run from the police?"
Bless his Heart.

Talk Later.
Love, Tonia

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