These past couple of years have introduced a few new friends and a few acquaintances who grew into friends. In fact, I have my friend Dana's wedding to truly be thankful for bringing me closer to so many wonderful girls, who were all bridesmaids in her May 16th wedding.
My friend Dana and I grew up together and have been friends since birth since our parents are very close and we too have grown a lot closer. Since we were engaged at the same time, we could offer each other wedding planning advice, and now that we're both married we can give each other advice on how to deal with our husbands ;) Dana is a friend who always has a friendly disposition and looks on the bright side of things. It is so nice for Josh and I to have another married couple that has the same values and lifestyle as us.
While my best friend Hope has been my bestie since high school, we have grown even closer in the past couple of years. Hope is loyal, will tell you the truth whether you want it or not and is always ready to just let you vent. She has stood by me through crazy situations and we fuss at each other like sisters.
My friend Rachel (or "wachel" as Josh's little brother Jordan called her) was actually Josh's best friend growing up. Rachel and I have known each other for awhile, but Dana's wedding really brought us closer. Rachel is always ready for a good time and is up for anything and always has a funny saying (such as "shut the FRONT door") or story to make me laugh.
Kathryn is a new friend. While we both went to the same high school, we didn't really know each other and honestly didn't care to know each other, but when we started hanging out at Dana's wedding events and other things where our mutual friends Hope & Rachel were, we found out that we really liked each other. Kathryn is another one who says what she thinks and isn't afraid of what anyone else thinks. She is honest, open and fiesty, so we have a LOT in common.
Other girls that were friends with Kathryn such as Kaleigh (who is engaged to a guy from home named Danny that I grew up with) and Bridget (who I ALSO grew up with) have also become acquaintances.
Dana's sister-in-law Ursula and her sister Andrea have also become great friends. The two sisters are CRAZY and so much fun. They both always make sure that everyone around them is having a good time and are so thoughtful and sincere. I honestly couldn't have picked a better person than Ursula to marry Dana's brother, Jason and I am so happy that Urs' sister has practically become part of the Webb family too.
As a girl who had a lot of guy friends growing up, I am so excited that I finally have a list of girls I like to hang out with and confide in.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
my bathroom is now painted "Natural Beige" by Loreal
I had to get up very early this morning (at 6AM!!) and be at work by 7:30 because Rep. Joe Pat Tolson and Senator Clark Jenkins have a meeting with the school board and I need to arrange breakfast and what not.
After I had pried myself out of bed,gotten my hair fixed and put on my outfit for the day, I went to put a little more foundation under my eyes since my allergies are creating beautiful dark circles under them.
As I opened the bottle of Loreal True Match Super Blendable foundation... it fell... from my hand... and exploded on the tile floor.
The bottle shattered and "Natural Beige" flew all over my bathroom.
It hit my hair on the way down, slid down my dress, then slammed into the floor and spattered on the white cabinets, white tile, pink rug and my poor Sookie girl.
Sookie immediately freaked out and went running through the house spreading it on the hardwood and then the side of the couch.
I just stood there shocked at the foundation rolling down my black dress and sitting in my hair.
I came out of my panic-induced coma and yelled for Josh to get out of bed and throw Sookie outside and I immediately stuck my hair under the faucet to wash the foundation out. Then I grabbed the entire box of baby wipes that were in the cabinet and began mopping up the $9 worth of the perfect shade of foundation off my door, cabinets and tile.
Once the floor was white again I had to pick another outfit. I am kind of glad about this, because I had totally forgotten about the hidden stash of J.Crew clothes I purchased this weekend at the J.Crew outlet at the OBX. So I got RE-DRESSED in a pink strapless Pique dress with pockets from J.Crew with a white cardigan, gold Jack Rogers and a precious gold necklace with a little ball of colorful enamel flowers also from the J.Crew outlet {dont tell Josh}.
Hey, they say bad mornings make for good days, so this better be the best 'effin day in history.
After I had pried myself out of bed,gotten my hair fixed and put on my outfit for the day, I went to put a little more foundation under my eyes since my allergies are creating beautiful dark circles under them.
As I opened the bottle of Loreal True Match Super Blendable foundation... it fell... from my hand... and exploded on the tile floor.
The bottle shattered and "Natural Beige" flew all over my bathroom.
It hit my hair on the way down, slid down my dress, then slammed into the floor and spattered on the white cabinets, white tile, pink rug and my poor Sookie girl.
Sookie immediately freaked out and went running through the house spreading it on the hardwood and then the side of the couch.
I just stood there shocked at the foundation rolling down my black dress and sitting in my hair.
I came out of my panic-induced coma and yelled for Josh to get out of bed and throw Sookie outside and I immediately stuck my hair under the faucet to wash the foundation out. Then I grabbed the entire box of baby wipes that were in the cabinet and began mopping up the $9 worth of the perfect shade of foundation off my door, cabinets and tile.
Once the floor was white again I had to pick another outfit. I am kind of glad about this, because I had totally forgotten about the hidden stash of J.Crew clothes I purchased this weekend at the J.Crew outlet at the OBX. So I got RE-DRESSED in a pink strapless Pique dress with pockets from J.Crew with a white cardigan, gold Jack Rogers and a precious gold necklace with a little ball of colorful enamel flowers also from the J.Crew outlet {dont tell Josh}.
Hey, they say bad mornings make for good days, so this better be the best 'effin day in history.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Mema Kay
This day one year ago, my paternal grandmother, Mema Kay, died after a long battle with her lungs.
Mema smoked for as long as I could remember until her doctor informed her that if she didn't stop, her body would quit for her. So after quitting and starting back a few times, she was diagnosed with COPD and finally quit for good. I think I was a freshman when she finally quit, just as she had to be put on oxygen if she wanted to walk more than 6 feet.
Mema continued to struggle to catch her breath when she was too vain to sport the oxygen tubes, but still trucked along fine to Atlantic City and Cherokee to play cards and the slot machines. My junior year in college the doctor's found a cancerous place on her lungs during a routine checkup, but it was quickly removed and all seemed to be fine.
In January 2009, my great-grandma (Mema Kay's mother-in-law) died at the age of 99 and at the funeral Mema complained about her hip hurting and how she felt a lump along the curve of her back. Daddy jumped right into P.A. mode and made an appointment for the day after Mammy was buried.
A week later we learned that although she quit smoking, the damage to her lungs was already too severe, the cancer was back. This time, the cancer attacked her lungs, bones and a few other organs. Mema underwent radiation treatment and tried a few medicines before deciding that the fight was too hard for a battle she would eventually lose. So, her wonderful oncologist, Dr. Heather White (who was also my other grandma, Mema Dean's doctor) made her comfortable and said that she wasn't a doctor that would be a time-limit on someone's life but that she didn't see Mema living over 6 months.
We NEVER EVER thought it would happen so quickly. Mema was diagnosed in January and lost her fight April 27, 2009.
If you knew Mema, you know she was a firecracker. Anything she thought popped into her head, and out her mouth without being filtered. She was stubborn, rude and opinionated and we bumped heads constantly over the silliest thing. But, I loved her more than I can say. Whenever I get an attitude or fuss over something not going my way, Big Mark & Josh always say "Alright, Kay" because of how similar we can be.
In January, before we knew the limited amount of time we had left with her, Mema called to ask me what kind of dress she should wear to my wedding and I told her "anything but white". Guess what color dress she chose.... a white one. Not even a new white dress, an old one that she had worn to Big Mark's white coat ceremony. We fussed and fussed and she said "i don't want to waste any money on a dress that I will only wear once". Apparently, my wedding was not worth wasting money over. Today... I would give anything to have had her at my wedding and in my wedding pictures, I don't care if she went naked. I did pin one of her earrings onto the ribbon around my bouquet so that some part of her would be with me as I went down the aisle.
While Mema was very tight with her money during her lifetime, she decided she wanted to spend what she had before she died. She decided she wanted a flat screen so she could watch Oprah in all her HD glory, so she wrote a check and Papa went and got her one. She decided her recliner looked bad so she wrote a check and Papa went and got her a new one.
Her decision to spend money since she couldn't take it with her wasn't just used on her own desires. When Josh and I bought Mammy's house and decided to renovate it, Mema wrote US a check and helped us pay for our new floors and plantation blinds.
I was so happy that Mema was well enough in early April to go by my and Josh's house and see the floors Josh and ChrisMitchell spent so much time putting down and see how much progress we had made in making my Mammy's house into our own.
Towards the end, the cancer spreading in her brain caused her to see things and the morphine to help with the pain also made her drowsy and incoherent. She'd think the TV was on, but it really just be her reflection in the dark screen. She would look outside and ask us "what's that guy doing in the yard".
On April 26th she slept almost all day and the night of April 27th I knelt by her bed and starting to sing "You Are My Sunshine", which we used to sing while swinging in the hammock when i was little. She woke up, turned and looked at me and mumbled "What are you doing". I just said "I love you" and cried. She got this look on her face like "why are you so upset" and said "well i love you too" and fell back asleep. Those were the last words she ever said to me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Mema smoked for as long as I could remember until her doctor informed her that if she didn't stop, her body would quit for her. So after quitting and starting back a few times, she was diagnosed with COPD and finally quit for good. I think I was a freshman when she finally quit, just as she had to be put on oxygen if she wanted to walk more than 6 feet.
Mema continued to struggle to catch her breath when she was too vain to sport the oxygen tubes, but still trucked along fine to Atlantic City and Cherokee to play cards and the slot machines. My junior year in college the doctor's found a cancerous place on her lungs during a routine checkup, but it was quickly removed and all seemed to be fine.
In January 2009, my great-grandma (Mema Kay's mother-in-law) died at the age of 99 and at the funeral Mema complained about her hip hurting and how she felt a lump along the curve of her back. Daddy jumped right into P.A. mode and made an appointment for the day after Mammy was buried.
A week later we learned that although she quit smoking, the damage to her lungs was already too severe, the cancer was back. This time, the cancer attacked her lungs, bones and a few other organs. Mema underwent radiation treatment and tried a few medicines before deciding that the fight was too hard for a battle she would eventually lose. So, her wonderful oncologist, Dr. Heather White (who was also my other grandma, Mema Dean's doctor) made her comfortable and said that she wasn't a doctor that would be a time-limit on someone's life but that she didn't see Mema living over 6 months.
We NEVER EVER thought it would happen so quickly. Mema was diagnosed in January and lost her fight April 27, 2009.
If you knew Mema, you know she was a firecracker. Anything she thought popped into her head, and out her mouth without being filtered. She was stubborn, rude and opinionated and we bumped heads constantly over the silliest thing. But, I loved her more than I can say. Whenever I get an attitude or fuss over something not going my way, Big Mark & Josh always say "Alright, Kay" because of how similar we can be.
In January, before we knew the limited amount of time we had left with her, Mema called to ask me what kind of dress she should wear to my wedding and I told her "anything but white". Guess what color dress she chose.... a white one. Not even a new white dress, an old one that she had worn to Big Mark's white coat ceremony. We fussed and fussed and she said "i don't want to waste any money on a dress that I will only wear once". Apparently, my wedding was not worth wasting money over. Today... I would give anything to have had her at my wedding and in my wedding pictures, I don't care if she went naked. I did pin one of her earrings onto the ribbon around my bouquet so that some part of her would be with me as I went down the aisle.
While Mema was very tight with her money during her lifetime, she decided she wanted to spend what she had before she died. She decided she wanted a flat screen so she could watch Oprah in all her HD glory, so she wrote a check and Papa went and got her one. She decided her recliner looked bad so she wrote a check and Papa went and got her a new one.
Her decision to spend money since she couldn't take it with her wasn't just used on her own desires. When Josh and I bought Mammy's house and decided to renovate it, Mema wrote US a check and helped us pay for our new floors and plantation blinds.
I was so happy that Mema was well enough in early April to go by my and Josh's house and see the floors Josh and ChrisMitchell spent so much time putting down and see how much progress we had made in making my Mammy's house into our own.
Towards the end, the cancer spreading in her brain caused her to see things and the morphine to help with the pain also made her drowsy and incoherent. She'd think the TV was on, but it really just be her reflection in the dark screen. She would look outside and ask us "what's that guy doing in the yard".
On April 26th she slept almost all day and the night of April 27th I knelt by her bed and starting to sing "You Are My Sunshine", which we used to sing while swinging in the hammock when i was little. She woke up, turned and looked at me and mumbled "What are you doing". I just said "I love you" and cried. She got this look on her face like "why are you so upset" and said "well i love you too" and fell back asleep. Those were the last words she ever said to me and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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