If you haven’t done so yet, click on over to Pass The Torch – every comment equals a $1 contribution to St. Jude’s, thanks to a very generous sponsor.
Go on. Comment. All the cool kids are doing it.
Read by tens of people every single day
If you haven’t done so yet, click on over to Pass The Torch – every comment equals a $1 contribution to St. Jude’s, thanks to a very generous sponsor.
Go on. Comment. All the cool kids are doing it.
It’s no secret that I’ve gotten lots of material out of the fact that my mama doesn’t go anywhere near a computer, and I’ve quoted her saying “I can’t even turn on the email” so many times that y’all probably know that expression as well as you know the story about the fish camp. Those things are part of my bloggy heritage, plain and simple.
Well, Mama and Daddy have spent the last few days in Memphis visiting my brother’s family. And I don’t know if it was Janie or Emma Kate (who stopped by Brother and Janie’s yesterday) who brought up the subject of “the blawg” while Mama was in Memphis, but I do know that tonight, when I was talking to her on the phone, Mama said, “Hey. What do I click on the computer to get to your blog?”
Two thoughts immediately flashed through my mind:
1) Mama is talking about clicking something on the computer.
2) Mama just used the word “blog.” Correctly. In a sentence.
I was so overcome with the strangeness of it all that it took me a few minutes to compose myself.
So I’ve emailed Daddy with the blog address. For the third or forty-ninth time.
And I’ve instructed him to take pictures if Mama actually gets on the computer. And clicks things.
In the meantime, feel free to leave Mama a comment and welcome her to The Incredible Wide World Interweb.
I’ll keep you posted as these startling new developments unfold.
*updated:

As much as I’d like to leave Ye Olde Christmas Tour at the top of the page, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to post again.
I’m terribly sorry.
So if you’re not finished going through everyone’s homes (and oh my word? how could you be? unless you’re Barb, who totally blazed through the list at a record pace and should probably receive a gold medal for her efforts), the Christmas Tour button in the sidebar now links directly to the tour post, which means you’ll have continued easy access to the Mr. Linky for days – lo, even weeks or months – to come.
And if you haven’t posted your tour yet, go right ahead. Since I’ll probably finish going through everyone’s houses around 2009-2010-ish, there’s still plenty of time for you to join our holiday fun.
Thanks so much to all of you, whether you participated by posting pictures of your home, by visiting people’s blogs, or both. I just can’t say enough nice things about your homes, your decorations, and your hearts. I can’t imagine that there’s a kinder, warmer group of women on the whole wide world interweb. I’m sincerely grateful for your response.
Y’all have a great week!

Welcome, everybody!
Now since most of you have had to read about our recent move over and over again – and since I haven’t posted any pictures of the house since we’ve been here – this little Christmas bloggy house tour thing-y is the perfect opportunity for me to show you around.
Except I’m not showing you the bedrooms because they’re still a bit of a train wreck. And yes, we’ve been here two weeks now, but I do have a toddler and DO I LOOK LIKE A ROBOT?
Anyhoo.
It’s a wonder that I decorated the front door, because honestly there were bigger and better things I needed to be doing (like, for instance, unpacking our clothes). But I decided that it would bring the little man untold joy to see even a single strand of lights when he was outside, so I threw together a little something.
Let’s all just pretend that we don’t see that pesky cord over there to the right. ‘Kay?
When you walk in the front door, you’re facing the living room, where Sister and I arranged furniture until 2 in the morning on the Friday that we moved. Neither our backs nor our bladders will ever be the same.
(Here’s what you should be ignoring: the pillow in the floor, the couch not centered on the wall-o-windows but OH it will be by this weekend, the three year old who couldn’t even bother to turn around for the photograph.)
And in the front corner of that room, you’ll find our Christmas tree:
I can’t take any credit at all for the beauty of said tree; Mama decorated it for us when we moved in. She and Sister can decorate Christmas trees like nobody’s business. I, on the other hand, am totally intimidated by the whole process and pretty much just stand back and whimper. So it was a HUGE blessing for her to do that for us, especially in the midst of the moving madness.
And look! Lights!
FANCY!
We don’t have a mantel over our fireplace in this house, so I did what any good Southern girl would do given the circumstances: I hung our stockings on the bar. I thought that was pretty resourceful, though I may be setting myself up for scandal what with us being members of a Baptist church and all.
The dining room is off of the living room, and as you look at this picture just pretend like all the chairs are upholstered in the same fabric because I haven’t exactly gotten around to that particular project yet (see: NOT A ROBOT).
On the table at the far end of the room, you’ll find just about the only “collection” I have:
I really do treasure them, and during a season when it’s easy to get bogged down in what we’re giving, what we’re getting, what we’re eating and what all we have to do, the nativity scene reminds me of what really matters during this special time of year.
In Alex’s playroom I put up the tree we got at Home Depot the day after Thanksgiving (remember? it was free!). That’s where I’m putting all the cards we get in the mail, and I can already tell that the Christmas Card Tree is going to be a tradition in our house for many years to come. I just love it.
I’ll post another picture at the end of the holidays when it’s chock-full-o-cards…it’s been so fun to have our friends’ pictures become a part of our Christmas decorations.
Well…that’s about it, I reckon…I’ll save pictures of the kitchen and playroom and all that for later since there may be a few other houses you’re hoping to visit today.
So grab yourself a mug of hot chocolate, get settled in a comfy chair, start clicking on the links (oh, how I hope there are links), and enjoy some of the warmest hospitality that the interweb has to offer.
Merry Christmas, y’all!
A quick reminder: link to your specific post, not to your general blog address. Thanks!
Have you voted today?
This will be the last of my shameless plugs for my bloggy friends.
But that’s only because voting ends tonight.
Otherwise I’d annoy the fire out of y’all for weeks to come.
Just a few reminders for those of you who are planning to participate in the Christmas Tour-o-Homes:
I’ll put up my post and Mr. Linky a little after midnight (CENTRAL time).
Please remember to link to your specific post, not just to your blog URL.
You may add your link at any time. If you can’t put your link up until Sunday or Monday, that is perfectly fine.
I reserve the right to remove any links that are inappropriate or unrelated to the Christmas / Hanukkah season. And please don’t mock the beliefs (not to mention decor) of the people who are participating. Because that’s just rude.
I think that about covers it.
Except for this: make sure your husbands know that they’re responsible for the young’uns this weekend because you’re going to need to need a LOT of computer time (at least I hope you will. OH LORDY what if only five people show up? Now I’m having hostess anxiety. Perhaps that explains the fever blister that is a galaxy unto itself on the right corner of my mouth. Charming, aren’t I? Just a dainty Southern flower).
Now I need to take some pictures. Of my house. Not the fever blister thing. Gah.
See y’all in a few hours!
Copyright © 2026 · BooMama · Privacy Policy · Customized by Archer Creative
Recent Comments