Mama's haircut will do

Tyler is home for the weekend.  At almost 20 years old, he's opted to take on some financial responsibility and we're very proud of him for that.  One thing that he hates to pay for though is a haircut.  So presto, with the purchase of a electric razor, and a simple hair cut preference, I am now his barber.  #2 guard and we're off.... I'd never admit to him that my eyes are not the best for this sort of undertaking.  His last look in the mirror will be the final judge.....

Its a good feeling to know he still needs me for something....... I hope he always will.

The Royal Wedding

William and Kate married today.  I didnt get up at 4:30 am to watch.. to be honest, I actually slept later than I usually do, so I missed the ceremony.  From the highlights I have seen though, the dress was pretty, plenty of people and LOTS of hats.  I've never been a Royal Watcher.  I remember when Charles and Diana got married, and certainly remember her untimely death, but other than that, couldnt tell you who was coming or going in the Royal family. 

Jim asked me today if all girls wanted to be princesses.  I never wanted to be a princess... too much of a tom-boy, too little self-esteem... I just never pictured myself as a princess as a young girl.  I guess I am a self-proclaimed princess now though, since I am the only female in our home...

I found myself thinking about another Royal Wedding today... one where the Bridegroom will soon come get his Bride.  The same anticipation, the same joy, minus the media.... When Jesus comes, it will be only Royal Wedding that matters.

I'm a Blogger?

Yep... I've done it.  I have entered into a new medium and am taking a stab at blogging.  Not because my thoughts, ramblings, ideas, etc are that great, but just because I wanted to experience something new.  I thought "blogging" might be fun and therapeutic, so here it goes. 

I cant say I ever wanted to grow up to be a "blogger"... something about the word "blog" disturbed me for a while.  I really wanted to be a gymnast, teacher, social worker, nurse, and MANY other things when I grew up.  (I find it comical that I use the past tense "grew up" because some days, I really dont feel like I've grown up at all.)  Of course, being a "blogger" wasnt an option, because, well.... this is a new form of communication, created LONG after my youthful days. 

But, here I am.... ready to attempt....... hoping all enjoy!  Happy Friday!