just some random observations

In my usual day-to-day tasks, something will strike me as blog-worthy of a post.

I've been known to text myself a reminder, or jot it down on a napkin at Steak N' Shake, and then toss them in my purse.

Well, tonight I cleaned out that purse, a rather risky task in itself, because who knew one could have an individual packet of peanut butter (taken from a hotel buffet during CMA week), a juice box (apple...for those times when one of the boys declares they're thirsty...and just can't wait the 3 stoplights from home to get a drink,) or a business card from a girl I don't remember meeting. Hey, do I know how to network, or what?

This purse that I speak of is much lighter tonight after tossing the peanut butter and business card, (she'll call eventually, right?), and discovering many of those 'reminders' to eventually write about here. And they are:

Arriving home from Nashville, my oldest son wrapped his arms around my waist, squeezed tight and said, 'I LOVE this moment.'

Driving home from dinner this week, my father's favorite Christmas tune came on the radio. I told my youngest that Papaw loved this song, so he started dancing, looked up to the sky and said, 'Papaw, dance with me! C'mon!'

My youngest asking me why the guy who bagged our groceries called me 'Maam.' 'Because he was using his manners,' I said. Hayden needed more of an answer than that, asking...'But why Maam? Why not Mom? Or Deb? Or...Hey Lady?'

Shaving my legs recently, I wondered why I could still feel stubble. I was using a brand new razor and figured there was a reason the darn things were on sale. Then I noticed the plastic guard was still on the blade.

And Santa should have no trouble knowing what to get our 4-year-old. The boy loves gum. He asks for it when he wakes up, doesn't like being told he 'has to eat breakfast first,' wants it when he is picked up from school, and I've even found him digging in my purse for the sugar-free stuff.

But, all he came up with was peanut butter.