Praise the Food

So as you know I have been a little out of sorts the last few days. Really I'm fine noggin wise I just want to blame my little mishaps on the bruise on my head. It makes me feel better, like I'm not going senile. Just humor me, ok? Okay. So last night we got dinner out of the oven, which happened to be the very yummy baked spaghetti, I told Bayli to "Praise the Food". She looked at me funny and my smart aleck husband turned to the spaghetti and bowed a little and said "Oh hail the yummy baked spaghetti.". I told them to just hush up and BLESS the food so we could eat.

Sneezing

I highly suggest no sneezing when you have a broken nose and ribs. Trust me on this, you do not want to do it! Of course I know you can't control it, but I sure wich you could. One hand covers your broken nose sneeze while the other goes for the ribs, not that it helped, but it's an automatic reaction.

Broken

We had lots and lots of beautiful snow come Monday morning. So we all bundled up and rode the 4 wheeler over to meet Jill and Aaron to play. We had the 4 wheelers, sleds, and intertube and we had a blast!!! We had been playing for a while and Bayli asked me to ride the tube with her again. She sets down in it and I sit beside her with my leg thrown over her. Lealan is pulling us for a while and then for some reason the tube goes crazy and I fly into a parked 4 wheeler. I'm glad Bayli was under me so she didn't get hurt. That ended our playing since I had to go to the ER, but it was so much fun while it lasted. I ended up with a big knot on my forehead, broken nose, possibly cracked ribs, bruised knee and leg, whiplash, and a bruised arm. I was really blessed that God was watching out for me and for keeping Bayli safe. I'll take whatever I got as long as she didn't get hurt. I have to go see an ENT about my nose since I broke it when I was younger. I will be sore for a while, but you can't keep me down for long!

Stories

I thought I might try telling some of my childhood stories on here. Bayli loves hearing them over and over and this seems easier than repeating myself. She can ask I can just say go read the blog :-) I will try to start at the beginning, but don't get mad if I skip around. I will start adding in some Bayli stories too!

Once upon a time on February 24, 1978 the world was blessed with one, Brandi Renee (shout out to Aunt Tammy for the Renee portion.) Swafford. Born about 3 weeks late, but hey I’m on my own time. Dad being the funny guy that he is came out to the waiting room and told everyone it’s a boy with (holding his hands a little apart) a thing this long! You just have to know my dad. He's always got something funny to say. He then revised it to it’s a girl with hair this long. See, where this came from was, the length of my hair and the way it grew, okay still grows. Yes, I am revealing my deep dark secret; I was born with a rat tail. For some odd reason my hair had grown like a “v” in the back so it sort of looked like a rat tail and it was long, like down between my shoulder blades long. It still wants to grow longer in the middle than the sides, but I have a wonderful hairdresser who takes care of me! Maybe I started the whole rat tail era, but thank God it ended! But enough about rat tails lets get back to the perfect child that has just been born. Those of my family members, and I know who you are, should quit laughing right this minute.

Pens

This is a picture of all the pens I have on my desk at the moment. Really? Do I need all these? I could lie and say no, but the truth is: Hi, My name is Brandi and I have an office supply/pen problem. Is there a 12 step program for that? If there is keep it to yourself I like my crazy! Who doesn't love pens? I get excited when I get a new batch of pens. I have to test them out immediately to see if they are going to join the others on my desk, in my purse, in my bag I carry everywhere along with my purse, etc... There is just something about a brand spankin' new pen that gets the blood flowing. For me this kind of goes for any office supplies as well. I love little note pads, cutesy paper clips, baskets to put it all in. All the better to make list with :-) And have I mentioned how much I LOVE lists. Oh the feeling of such satisfaction when I get to use my handy dandy pens and scratched an item off the ol' list. I must kill a lot of trees because I can never scratch everything off the list before making a new one. I guess I don't like messy lists. I know you're thinking I'm crazy, but really who cares. I got my crazy, you got yours. The other difference is you're still in denial over yours. I've accepted mine in all it's crazy glory!

The McSpadden's

When I was adding our pic and labeled it "The Mc's" it brought back a funny memory. Bayli was probably in Kindergarten or First Grade and we were eating at a restaurant in Pikeville and Bayli of course was talking to people at other tables. Don't know where she gets her talkativeness from? The lady at one table asked her what her name was and Bayli replied "Bayli of THE McSPADDEN's". Like we were important royalty or something. That lady found it very hilarious.

Cecil

Meet Cecil, soon to be the next member of the McSpadden family. Yep we named before we have even seen him in person. That's just the way we roll and when a name is perfect it's perfect. He is half English Bulldog half Bassett Hound. We can not wait to get a hold of him! Wonder if he will be super lazy? For all of ya'll that don't know me I am a total animal lover. I don't care what kind of animal so if it's close to the house I start running with food and trying to make it a pet. So for someone like me to have to wait on actually bringing my puppy home it is MURDER!! Thinking about our new puppy gets me thinking about my past dogs. There were many: Starsky & Hutch, Bogie & Bacall, Spot (everybody had a dog at one time name Spot), Carmel (yes this is how we spelled it), Hootie, Dog, Sugar, Spizwink.... and on and on... Carmel loved to chew gum and Sugar bless her heart had the most patience I believe. You see when I was little I was attacked by a dog. It pawed my face all up and slit my eyelid all the way across so that it had to be glued back together. Thank God for glue because it would be super weird to see everything and not even have to actually open your eye. Mom and Dad thought that I would be scared of dogs after this, but they were wrong. We got home from the ER and I went to play. Mom started hearing this gagging type sound and went to find me. I tended to need a lot of supervision. Still do :) She found me with our dog Sugar (not the one who attacked me, that was our dog Dog) who was the sweetest beagle ever. I was trying to teach her to drink out of a straw. I thought I was doing pretty good until mom made me quit.