Since Monday was about memories I thought Tuesday would be about tidbits….

Bubba got a job!! Woo hoo!! He is now a proud employee of FedEx/Kinko’s as a Associate Production Operator. He was hired on the spot due to his previous knowledge of printing…it helps to have grandparents that own their own printing company back in Texas. He worked for them when we lived there. He’s excited…and so are we!! So now he is settled in with school, which is going great and a job….now he needs to find a girlfriend, someone to go out with, and I think he’d actually like Georgia!

Miss Priss has joined the ranks of eyeglass wearers. She really looks cute in them and she can’t believe how well she can see now! I tried to get her to get contacts, because she has such beautiful eyes, but she has a thing about eyes…can’t stand the idea of touching them, or even anything near them, so contacts are out for now. She only has to wear the glasses for driving and reading though.

She’s pouring through the prom dress catalog’s that cram our mailbox everyday, looking for that perfect dress. She has found a few that she likes, and one that she thinks is “The ONE” but we have till April, so I’m sure her mind will change by then. I’ve been shocked at some of the dresses I have seen in these catalog’s. Some are so revealing that they are just plain sleazy! How could a parent allow their daughter wear this to a high school prom?

I’m talking dresses with necklines cut down to the navel and backs cut all the waaaaaaaayyyy downnnn! One dress didn’t have anything but little teeny tiny strips on the sides holding it together. Yep, all you saw was skin. My question is, if you send your daughter to prom in a dress like that, shouldn’t you be held responsible for what happens to her? Ok, I’m off my soap box, but as you can tell, my daughter will have a beautiful, appropriate prom dress.

In other news, I broke my streak of not falling down our stairs at our house. See when we bought this house, everyone said I’d be the first to take a tumble down the stairs. I’m the klutz in the family. But we have lived here about a year and everyone else in the house has taken a little tumble down the stairs, but me! I was so proud. Now no one was really hurt, just their pride and a little bruised. On Sunday I was at the top step, which there are six steps before a landing then there is a split staircase each with ten steps. I took my first step and my slipper went out from under me and I fell down all six steps to the landing. Yeah that was fun! I hit my head on the banister somehow, and thankfully nothing is broken, except my pride! But I am so sore I can hardly move! So my streak is over…I have fallen, but at least I could get up….slowly, but I got up!