My baby beats your baby

No, I still don't have a baby of my own, so I'll have to use my niece. Everyone else blogs about the funny things their kids say and I was feeling left out. It's crazy, but Braeleigh is already 2 1/2. Growing up with 5 aunts and only 1 uncle she's learned to be pretty sassy. She loves playing with her imaginary friend Sammy (who is always in trouble for being naughty) Also, she is obsessed with chapstick and will always steal yours right out of your pocket or purse. These are some of my fav moments.

Brae's Dictionary
City Booty = Sleeping Beauty
Pop me = I'd like a drink of soda
Turn around = Please dance with me

Fists of Fury: I need a hug
Brae: Well, I need 4 dollars

Grandma: Your hair is so cute today.
Brae: Thank you
Grandma: I just love your hair (3 hours later)
Brae: You already said that today Grandma

Trista: Brae, quit jumping on me that hurts
Brae: But I'm just kidding
Trista: I know you're kidding, but don't do that
Brae: [Throws her hands up in disgust, sighs very loudly, and stomps off in a huff] This is her young Prince Phillip face from Sleeping Beauty

Scaredy Cat

Being scared is such a thrill isn't it? We love to go to scary movies, haunted houses, and rollercoasters all for that heart-racing, stomach-dropping high. We tend to seek out these activities, but if someone scares us intentionally then that is just not cool. Not cool for the scaree, but hilarious for the scarer. I think I may be making up words now. Growing up, my sisters and I loved to stand outside the bathroom door waiting to jump out at each other. It just doesn't get better than that. Blood-curdling shrieks are unleased, faces are distorted beyond recognition, and hands clench up in fists as if going to defense mode. You think that we'd grow out of this at some point, but it was just a month or so ago when Baby Spice attacked again. (That's my youngest sis for those that may not know.)

Operation: Give Trista a stroke happened about 8 years ago. I was living in GhettoBriar and had grabbed a bite to eat with my roomie one friday evening. Upon entering our apartment, I had just waltzed into the living room while chatting it up when I turned around and noticed my roomie standing frozen in the doorway. She was barely able to point and mutter "whiteboard". I looked into the kitchen...there was a message on our board....we're in your house! I think I may have passed out. After I regained conciousness and my sight my roomie asks:

-What do we do?
-I don't know!
The phone rings. I stupidly answer it. I can only hear heavy breathing. I hang up.
- Let's go!
-But someone's in our house!
Phone rings again. The stereo in my room comes on full blast.

I'm surprised I didn't break an ankle bolting down the stairs, but now we are in the parking lot. My roomie is crying hysterically and I'm looking concerned at our apt with the door wide open. We're dumb girls and have no idea what to do. So we decide to drive over to a friend's apt that's only 4 buildings away. Just as we are driving out onto the street we see 3 guys running after us. I'm terrified and have lost the ability to move. I start to recognize them as they get closer. I step out of the car and break down in tears when I realize that they are so-called friends of mine. They are in stitches, falling all over themselves laughing at how hilarious they are. They aren't. I'm fuming at this point and apologies are made. They're lucky I'm not smart enough to call the cops. I made the mistake of telling them that our door locks sucked and that they could be opened with a credit card. Apparently, they were just paying me a visit when they saw us leave. They let themselves in and hid in my bedroom. I share this as an example of how situations can be taken too far. I can laugh at this now, but only after many years of torment. I'll just stick to the simple yet effective bathroom scaring method.

Finally bloggin' again

I've been absent for a while and I guess I'd better get on the stick and update my blog. Starting on a bittersweet note, a couple weeks ago my dear sweet Grandma B passed away. It was definitely a sad time for us to lose her. I'm glad that she had prepared us for that moment and we were blessed to be able to say our goodbyes. She is one of the most inspirational people I've known. I'm grateful to her and my Grandpa for their kindness and generosity. Had they not opened their home to my dad, life as I know it would be non-existent. She displayed such honesty, patience and faith. I will always look to her as an example. I love and miss her dearly.

Other than that, I've just been working my tail off at the spa trying to earn some money for my trip. Unfortunately, our spa has been affected a bit with the economy. I'm lucky to have some pretty faithful clients who keep me busy. And if anyone's looking for something to do for Valentine's, we have a wonderful "date night" package that you and your loved one can enjoy together. *shameless plug* I guess if you can't make it to the spa for Valentine's, I hope you all have a Happy freakin' Valentine's Day. Nope I'm not bitter at all :)