Aren't we a little too old for that?

Tattling.

It's a thing small children do.

NOT GROWN ADULTS.

I'm sorry but it's getting a little ridiculous!

I'm not saying names, and I'm not saying where the tattling took place.

Just know that I know who you are.

And it's not working.

You're trying to get me in trouble for something petty and completely out of my control.

You are TWICE my age.

It's immature, stupid, rude, inconsiderate, and just down right mean.

Get over yourself.

Quit worrying about other people.

Get a life.

People....

I have worked in customer service for the last four years of my life.

I OBVIOUSLY know good vs bad service.

And let me just tell you,

the lady at the bank I am attempting to work with on our mortgage....

no bueno.

I don't like to talk negatively about people or places of business but this is getting ridiculous!

Friday night she sent me an email saying that we could not get a mortgage with her bank

due to outstanding debts on Josh's credit.

She then sent me in detail all of the debts he had.

NONE OF THEM WERE HIS.

So she sent me the link to the credit bureaus that banks use to pull credit.

We ran his social through all three of the bureaus and none of them showed what she was saying.

I have since emailed her three times informing her of the situation.

She sent me one, ONE, email back saying which one she used

and then asked if I used the link she sent me.

REALLY LADY!?!?

I emailed her THREE times telling her we used the link she sent us,

ran all three credit reports,

and none of them showed what she had pulled up!

You see, I worked at a bank.

I am friends with the loan originator at my old bank.

And so I messaged her over the phone informing her of our situation.

And she said the only explination was that this woman was running the wrong ssn.

So trying to get things straightened out,

(you can imagine the gut wrenching feeling Josh and I have had all weekend trying to figure out what the HECK was going on- because if this stuff really is on his credit we have to report it to get it figured out!)

I then informed the woman that I think she may have run the ssn incorrectly.

So I sent her his correct ssn and asked if I could call her to get this handled more quickly and efficiently.

Two days later, still no reply.

JOSH AND I HAVE BEEN ON PINS AND NEEDLES FOR OVER A WEEK ABOUT THIS HOUSE.

And you can't have the decensy to help me figure out what is going on?

come on people.



Instagramming my life away... a REintroduction

Since I have been on the suckfest of all suckfests of no blogging,

I figured I would introduce you all to my life as of late :)

I am a small town southern woman.

And I wouldn't have it any other way :)

Did I mention,

I love my southern ways?

This man has stolen my heart.

So on August 25th, I'm stealing his last name...

^^ total hottie right :) ^^

This is my booger butt and I love him with my life.

Meet Colton

(no he isn't mine or josh's but he's my booger butt just the same!)



Oh and have I mentioned lately I am planning a GORG wedding?

Let me just show you some sneaks :)

And if, by reading, you haven't gotten any kid of sense

what my personality is like...

Let me go ahead and for warn you...

Still intrested?

Okay good :)

This is a sweet life of mine!

And I can't wait to share it with you all!

Stay tuned.....



Southern Folks

"The South; where tea is sweet and accents are sweeter; summer starts in April; front porches are wide and words are long; macaroni and cheese is a vegetable; pecan pie is a staple; Y’all is the only proper pronoun; chicken is fried and biscuits come with gravy; everything is darling and someone is always getting their heart blessed."

Well I'm about to get real southern on yall for a minute here.
I was watching The Chew earlier today and something on there struck a nerve with me.
They were having the "country cooking" segment and they all dressed up in flannel, boots, and cowboy hats. they all kept saying "howdy" and "yeehaw" and talking in a suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper stretched drawl and a thick twang. And they all kept making comments about "living on the ranch" and "herding cattle"

Now, I know that it's funny sometimes to stereo type southern people in this way. But that was just too much for me.  I've lived in the south my whole life, and to me, the south is nothing like this. Being southern isn't an accent or a clothing style. It isn't "herding cattle" or "living on a ranch/farm".

Being southern is something classy and simple. Being southern is a way of life. It's about appreciating the simple things that God so graciously blessed us with. It's about loving your family whole heartedly and your friends the same. It's about thanking the good Lord for everything you have in life. It's about saying "ma'am" and "sir", "please" and "thank you". It's about cooking big meals on sunday afternoon after church and then falling asleep on a porch swing and maw maw's house. It's about hunting and fishing. It's about being proud of where you came from. It's about still saying the pledge of allegiance...the right way... and taking your hat off while saying it. It's about honoring the many men and women who have fought and/or died for our freedom. It's about high school football games and tailgating all day saturday to watch your favorite college football team. It's about wearing a smile like it's the greatest accessory you own. It's about small towns and knowing everyone by their first names. It's about good food and definitely fried chicken. It's about bonfires and roasting marshmellows. It's about guitars and good music. It's about the bible being the only law and God the only judge. It's about fighting for what you believe in. It's about sticking together and always having each others backs. It's about not being scared to get your hands dirty. It's about fourwheeling and muddy tires. It's about high heels, pearls, dresses, and camo. It's about barefeet and summer time.

Southern is about community, God, family, friends, manners, love, fun, and sunshine. It's about tailgates, truck beds, bonfires, barefeet, football, and fishing poles. It's about high heels, pearls, ribbons, curls, camoflauge, and cowboy boots.

Yeah we have cows, farms, cowboys, accents, drawls, and a twang. But that's on the surface of southern people. There is a much deeper meaning to being southern.

What does it mean to you?