Happy New Year!

I will be up at 12, driving to town to pick up the girls at their first ever New Years Eve Party which means this: The Girls will have attended One New Years Eve party more than I.

When Tim and I started dating we spent almost every New Years Eve at his parents house, playing monopoly and snacking on cheese dip and usually hot dogs or hamburgers. I don't remember ever going to a party. Tim might correct me later.

So this year Tim and I will party by ourselves at home with the movie Surfer Dude (which might be a mistake but its all that was left at RedBox). I am cooking stakes, onions, mushrooms and steak fries...I'm hungry.

Tomorrow? Maybe my mother-in-law will have a pot of black eyed peas and of course her old stand by sauerkraut and weenies. Where will I be AT WORK. You heard me. Life keeps going.

For those of you on the edge of your seats wondering how the tennis match on the Wii turned out...I was defeated and my Mii walked off the court dragging her racket in shame while Hroshi danced with confetti. I think he cheated.

Wii Day No. 2

I am now trapped in the body of 58 year old person. Yay me!
Mary Margaret, yesterday 60, today 81, not good.
Taylor, yesterday 80, today 50, better.

Wii Tennis:
The replay is too cool. Mary Margaret is so wild with the swing that she has injured a few Wii Mii's in the stands. In the replay it shows the ball striking the Wii Mii in the forehead. It shows how high your Mii jumps to hit the ball, how hard it has to dig to get the ball and of course how you trip over yourself when you miss. I decided that my training/weight loss method would be bowling and tennis. Playing against the computer has made me realize that the re-play in tennis is now ANNOYING ME so I skip it. I always get put up against two guys. Seriously, can I play against girls? Hroshi...name of one the Mii's kicked my butt this morning and he laughed at me. Message to Hroshi from Kaye Kaye...what comes around goes around. You, me, at Butler Dairy's Living Room...its on buddy. Hroshi Slammed me this morning and LAUGHED ABOUT IT.

Back to the real world.

This jerk insurance person came into the funeral home this morning. He says, I got your bosses message and just wanted you to know that I sent out the insurance packets. I want to know if you've gotten in the Proof of insurance cards for the vehicles in the mail yet. I said I'm not sure, lets look...he found them... he said..
Person: "Thought process...let's try this thought process, the..cards..go..in..the..automobile. Do you understand this thought process?"
Me: NOPE. I have people that handle that for me.

Oh...look at my counter...10,000 visitors...
Okay, my 10,000 visitor post
10,000 things about me
1.

Just kidding...I don't know 10,000 things about me...

Wii Played

Wii played and I'm a pooped 35 year old trapped in a 71 year old body. How funny is that? Every time I look in the mirror I see a gorgeous 115 pound 21 year old! What? I could be 21 as a matter of fact, I have been 21. What do you mean you were laughing about the 115 pounds...okay, maybe 114 is more like it.
Whatever.
Stop laughing.
Okay, I'm trapped in the fat body, struggling to get out and I KNOW the Wii is going to help me escape or at least it will help me make my life long dream come true and I will finally be the professional bowler I have always wanted to be. Think about it, hushed crowd, hanging on your every move, awesome wardrobe, coolest of cool shoes...that could be me.

I took the girls to the Wolfchase Mall in Memphis yesterday after church.
Taylor to Sales Clerk: I need some party clothes.
Sales Clerk to Taylor: Do you have a style?
Taylor to Sales Clerk: NO, where do you buy that at?
Sales Clerk: Um, well, I mean what do you like to wear?
Taylor: Clothes.

Oh, to be 12.

Taylor, Me, and Mary Margaret at TGI Friday's in Memphis, yesterday.


Coming next...

New Year Promises and Challenges and a little church talk.

(maybe listing what's coming next will help me remember the post I have in mind.)

A Butler Diary Christmas

Christmas morning at the Butler Diaries brought, lights twinkling on the tree, Christmas carols playing softly in the background, the pitter patter of little (size 11 and size 8/5) feet down the hall and the whispers of excited little girls in our ears, wondering what might be in all those brightly wrapped presents.....errrrkkk...(imagine the sound of screeching tires...)

4:30 AM two big teenage girls jump on our bed. Get up they wanted. Let's open gifts now. Tim says no. Let's sleep a little. Ya'll are big girls now... NO THEY ARE NOT BIG GIRLS, do not take that little bit of innocence away. The excitement in their eyes... We did manage to make one of them lay down on the foot of our bed and the other on the edge of the bed and they watched MOVIES in our room until 7:30, they could wait no longer.

I tortured them by taking a few pictures of the tree, etc before it got all messed up and then turned them loose.


Harry Potter and TWILIGHT!!!!!! I think the books went over better than the Wii!

Before the Butler's could head over to the Butler In Law's, the girls and I had to make 145 Lemon Cookies (for the recipe check the Family recipe's blog). While making the cookies, I was a multitasker, cut my finger, called my brother, called my dad, called my other brother in Alaska, called my friend Dianna, texted a whole bunch of people and DID NOT BURN ONE COOKIE! That's how I roll. Somewhere in the mix I got a shower.

Garrie, Angela's husband wants to make it big in the modeling profession. Mary Margaret tried to give him some pointers. Christmas at the Butler Diaries In Laws went well until someone RUINED someone's Christmas. Gas was passed. True Redneck style. One nephew is quite comical and kept us all laughing over the ruined Christmas. It really only ruined Christmas for one person...who by the way can dish it but can't take it. We had a great time, great food, and great company.

John made it home from Iraq and is home for good, we hope. I'm sure the best present anyone could have hoped for.

I learned on Friday, that I am among the technology challenged. I'll save it for another post. Sandy knows what I'm talking about.

Finished...whew...

Old donkey, New donkey finished last night at 1:05AM!!!!!! Thats how I roll, stress to the end baby!

One very happy little 5 year old, Alyssa and her donkey just like Aunt Kaye Kaye's.

More later.