What am I doing? well, I've been holding off on posts until I had the time to upload these pics. So tonight the soon-to-be ify and I had a lovely dinner. And I've dedicated this evening to doing some posts. oh? what's an Ify? Well i like to call matt my soon-to-be "I'll find you." He knows I would. Don't cha? really. so he's my soon-to-be-ify.
( It's pronouncedEYE-FEE ....not... IF-E...like jiffy peanut butter- mm I love peanut butter. And those dang jiffy commercials get me everytime. Matt's like, Really? REALLY? Yes, Matthew - REALLY. I think even a stone cold killer couldn't resist that kid. when he's like "mom, I made this for you..." Tears just fill my eyes. Why? Because you think kids don't give a crap about you right? You buy them junk and what do you get in return? A friggin scribbled out drawing on a raggidy piece of paper that YOU bought with the Crayon YOU paid for? Rip off. at least if I'm going to buy it. Feed it to me. Although - I must admit that Matt's little brother gave me a wooden heart with I love you scribbled on it. It was cute. And when I "forgot" to take it with me... ok I say forgot because you know how little kids are. They'll pick up the telephone and be like "I made this for you." And I didn't want to walk out of the house with a gift he gave his mom and then regifted to me. But when he ran up to me and shoved the little wooden heart in my hand I knew he meant business. Maybe because he also said "Mewinda! Don't forget this heart I made youuuu!" Ok, kinda bad example because I didn't buy him the wood or the marker he scribbled with. But all I'm saying is that parents work so hard and that little jiffy commercial reminds you. )
Sorry that was a long rant. Back to the subject. Me and Ify made dinner. And I blared the Sanatra, and Billie Holiday etc. I love Billie. And I love Ella Fitzgerald. Sometimes I wonder. What's our generation going to leave behind? Back Street Boys? Now Billie...that's somethin' to be PROUD of. Anyway. So I'm cooking on my 1950's stove and matt and I are dancing around in the kitchen. It made me realize. He's definitely my Ify. Because who else would bust into random waltz's with me?
The weight loss is going...well? I feel better but I don't think I've lost anymore weight. I'm told that I'm great just the way I am. But I'm pretty sure that's just a cop out when I ask how fat I look. If I didn't look fat. he'd say no. Right?
Happy Birthday Emmy!
Do you guys remember Charles? You know Chaaaarles. CHARLIE for short. Ok so his "real" name is Jake. Em. Well Em is his mom. She's great. And a Great Mom. i miss her because I don't get to see her often.But twenty-five is a pretty big year. So to celebrate me and some of the girls drove up to have dinner with her.
Do you guys remember Charles? You know Chaaaarles. CHARLIE for short. Ok so his "real" name is Jake. Em. Well Em is his mom. She's great. And a Great Mom. i miss her because I don't get to see her often.But twenty-five is a pretty big year. So to celebrate me and some of the girls drove up to have dinner with her.
These are the back seat bandits. Don't they look like they're up to mischief?
I made them take a picture.
Old Roommates
not sure what's going on here. Mr. Westbrook- can't you keep your hands to yourself?
Old roommates as well. Well I mean I didn't live with them. But they lived together. Like Threes Company...I guess. But with a baby.
Mom and Godmother. hey Amy... do you have a magic wand?
Again. I have no idea what these jokesters are doing. I was innocently eating my dinner.Next post coming soon. promise.
SO that 2nd paragraph in this post I had to read twice because it was going so fast.
ReplyDeletewhew.
I am so glad your ify dances with you in the kitchen- yall are super romantic.
Lets walk next week!