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Why I haven’t blogged in forever


So I would like to say that I have a terrific reason for not blogging recently. Maybe I was curing cancer. Perhaps I was paving the way for water wells in Africa. Instead I haven’t been blogging because of this.


What is this, you may ask? That would be my pregnant belly. As I inch closer to 7 months of pregnancy, I have found my ability to stay awake becoming increasingly difficult. I think I may have even mastered the ability to sleep with my eyes open when the opportunity arises.

So, blogging world, sorry. Sorry I have been a sleeping giant. I want to write more posts, but first I must… zZzZz.


Then comes a baby in a baby carriage


So, in case you didn’t get the memo… My darling husband and I are having a baby! We kept a secret for so long that I felt that I might literally burst if we didn’t spill the beans soon!

We found out at 4 weeks and didn’t tell our families until nearly 12 weeks because we wanted to tell both families in person. How did we tell them? Here, I will show you!


We told our parents we had something we bought at a yard sale and then presented the picture. After shock and tears, they finally believed us.

After calling some other friends and family, we posted this gem onto Facebook.


The dogs look so happy, huh?

Next up, I wanted to tell my students. After asking them what their favorite things were about their Thanksgiving, I told them I wanted to share my favorite thing through hangman.

Here was the first part.


Some students started shouting out other teachers’ names, so we did this one.


Then they started beginning to not have a substitute and for me not to leave (third graders are precious!), so I did this one.


Since then, they have been ecstatic. Each day I get a hug, and “bye, baby!” from several of the students.

Last, but not least, here is our 12 week sonogram of baby Moore!



Fall or Autumn?


One thing I have always been stumped about is what I like better – autumn or fall?  The word-loving side of me wants to say “autumn”, but the laziness in me wants to say “fall.”  Yes, I obviously have too much time on my hands.

I love fall.  And I love autumn.  Because it is my favorite season, I’d thought I’d share a few tidbits about what makes it so special to me!

1.  I love changing leaves, from the vibrant colors to the crunchy yard.

2.  Nothing is better than watching two dogs jump through a pile of leaves. (Well, maybe kids, but we’re not there yet.)



3. The smell of burning leaves. And my husband writing secret messages to me while doing it.


4. Getting to dress up for Halloween.


5. Roasting marshmallows by the fire.
6. Turning off the air conditioning unit (and saving money!)
7. Boots!
8. Not being so sweaty every day!
9. Soft blankets and cardigans.
10. Thanksgiving where I get to visit family and eat. A lot.

What do you call fall/autumn? What are your favorite things about this season?

Things I learned from marrying a tall man


Most of you who have met me have also met my 6’6″ mammoth of a husband. Next to my 5’4″ shortness, he seems even bigger.


Yep. That’s us. Aren’t we precious?

I have learned a lot about tall people from marrying my darling husband.

1) Tall people actually don’t like being asked how tall they are. (Or maybe that’s just him.)

2) A queen size bed is not big enough for the both of us. We get excited to visit my family in Tennessee because they have a king size bed in which we get to sleep.

3) Shopping for pants, especially jeans, is a nightmare unless you want grandpa jeans. When he finds some that fit, he typically will buy at least two of them in different faded colors.

4) Did I mention the shoe shopping dilemma? Just a couple of weeks ago, he bought size 15 shoes and is having to return them because they are too small.

5) Tall people cheat when they “steal” your stuff. I can’t jump 3 extra feet up in the air to retrieve my phone dangling from his fingers.

6) It is so nice to have someone whose arms are long enough to hug around my extra padding.

I love my husband and his tallness. I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Top Reasons to Love Football



Let’s just start this thing off right.  I am a woman.  And I love football.  

Down here in the south, it seems inevitable to cheer for some SEC team (whether you like football or not).  Hounds tooth.  Check.  Tiger earrings.  Check.  Bright-as-the-sun orange.  Check.  

I have heard many women complain about their husbands spending all of their time watching games in the fall.  

I am here to tell you, ladies, count it is a blessing! Here is why:

1) You can play college pick-em fantasy football with your husband and watch him as he cries when you beat him.

2) You can ask, “Honey, can I get some new boots to go with my new cute football jersey?”

3) You can take a nap while your husband is watching the game. 

4) You get to prepare delicious party dips and appetizers to devour share with company.

5) You will have something to talk about the next day in Sunday school. (This is never a problem for me.. talking, that is.)


What are some more reasons that women should love football season?

Oh yeah, and GO VOLS!


The State Fair


My wonderful husband was manipulated into indulged me in a night visit of the Alabama State Fair as I have never been to one.

I came, I saw, I ate. A gigantic corndog to be exact.

Apparently all state fairs needs a lion, tiger, and snakes. Snakes are omitted.



Who knew you could win bunnies at the fair? After the glare from the hubs, we moved on.


One of my favorite parts about the fair were the rides. The problem is/was that Lance hates rides with a passion. Finally, I convinced him to ride on the teacups with me.




Thankfully, I was tall enough.


We decided to pass on this beauty due to germ concerns.


All in all, we had a great time.

Have you ever been to the fair? What is your favorite part?

Never Again



Have you ever tried something that you have thought you would never ever ever do but you somehow got coaxed into doing it?

My wonderful husband has some annoying miraculous effect that urges me to join in on activities that I would prefer not to do. For example, once he convinced me to go down a BMX track on a mountain bike. Yes, it ended as badly as it sounds. That same day, we also went biking on the mountain biking trails. It was my first and last day to do that.

Some time before that, the hubs convinced me to ride with him to look at some lake property. Five hours later, $150 to the towing company, and a few dents in the truck, we were able to get the truck wedged through a small forest of trees.

Who can forget the time that we went hiking in May near some water? I sure can’t forget the sight of the coiled rattle snake inches from my feet.

Looking back, these are some of my favorite memories we have shared together. Regardless, I never want to experience these again!

What is something you never want to do/experience again?