Simply Stacy

To Whom It May Concern

Dear Reece Candy Company:

I would like to take the time to thank you for being real.  Not only do you make the finest of peanut butter cups, but you understand that they are sold in the real world.  Let me just say that I think the powers that be should not make you include Nutrition Facts on something as wonderful as your candy.  And since they do, they should allow you to claim the percentage of daily value of satisfaction and happiness these confections can provide.  However, even while you must state the sometimes unkind side of your candies, you laugh in the face of the other companies who pretend that their candies are almost healthy by dividing the serving size into a quantity that would leave a mouse hungry.  You on the other hand realize that if I bought a King Size package, my intent was to eat all four of those cups, by listing the serving size as 1 package.  You truly understand the fine line there because listing it as 4 cups would be taking it too far.   Maybe other companies should pay attention because by naming your serving size as such just encourages us to eat all four.  It says right here, it is a serving.  Hence, leaving us to buy another whole package next time we want one of those little cups of happiness.  Marketing genius!  You are pioneers of the confectioners world.

Thank you

Stacy 

Britt's equivelant to the Little Red Haired Girl

Well, it was bound to happen eventually.  The day that every mother dreads in some shape form or fashion.  When your little boys show signs of becoming big boys.  Britt is only eight but it has started, ever so subtly. 

He has been talking more and more about this little girl in his class. And if you know me you know that it didn't go without some questions and picking on him about his "girlfriend."  Which promptly makes him turn ten shades of red and say something like "she's not my girlfriend" or "Moooommmm!" 

Apparently, this little girl chases him at recess almost everyday.  I asked what she does when she catches him.  Thinking please don't say kiss, please don't say kiss.  He shrugged and said she kicks me.  Ah, the sure sign of second grade love. 

During the Valentine's Day preparations this year, I took the opportunity to work her name into the conversation frequently.  He would either blow it off or react as mentioned above.  Usually, I followed it up with a comment about how it was okay to like girls and that one day he will be wishing that girls were chasing him.

Some of our little light hearted talks must have sunk in because the Friday that he came home with his Valentine's cards from school there were only two that he showed me.  One was  a really cool one from one of his best friends, and the other...you guessed it...from the little chasing, kicking girl in his class.  He didn't even comment on it when he handed it to me.  Just gave it to me with a shy little smile. 

I looked at it to see if there was something special written on it, perhaps a little heart dotting the i in his name.  Nope.  Just your run of the mill Valentine's card.  So, I decided to leave it alone.  No joking with him about her that day.  I just smiled and said that I liked it.  He took it back, looked at it dreamily and said I do too. Hmmm, not a typical Britt reaction at all.  Could it be?  Does he really like this little girl? 

Of course my mind sped ahead to the years of worrying about what he is doing and whom he is doing it with once he gets his license and some freedom.  I looked at him in a whole different light. For a few frightening minutes he has hair on his chin, a deep voice and was so not blushing at the mention of a girls name. 

Then I told myself: Stop!  He is eight.  Do not go there!  Cross that bridge when it comes.  For now just be happy that he is still being kicked when he is caught!

Still alive

I am still taking a break from blogging, obviously.  I would like to thank everyone for the sweet emails of concern.  I am okay.  Just have a lot going on.  I will explain it all when the time is right.  And right now it not that time. 

However,  I would like to remind the Sassy Scrappers that we are meeting this Friday 02.20.09 at 6:30.  Don't worry if you are behind, come on anyway.  I still have the kits that you have missed and will be glad to help you catch up. 

Pray for Heidi Lewis. She is back in the hospital. Don't really have any details yet. Just keep her and the Lewis family in your prayers.
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