Friday, August 7, 2009

"Yours to Complete"

I got this one from Grannie Annie at "Fools Rush In" and thought it was a cute idea. She got it from a friend who got it from a friend, etc. If your reading this, feel free to complete the sentence with your own answers.



1.] How come I can never find: My husband in the grocery store. We go in together, and when I turn around he's disappeared. SO frustrating, especially if I have my hands full of something ready to place in the basket and he's absconded with it.

2.] I wish I'd never started: Watching reality tv. I get too caught up in these crazy people's lives.

3.] I wonder why: People text each other constantly even when they are in the company of others.

4.] Mama always told me: How much she loved me.

5.] There's this one thing in my closet that I just can't seem to get rid of: My Hooters costume. YEARS ago I was hired to work there and stayed for 2 days of training. When they told me I would have to debone chicken wings and work out everyday, I didn't return. I keep thinking I'll dress up as a Hillbilly Hooters girl for Halloween.

6.] My favorite guilty pleasure is: Eating alone without my kids around to ask me for a bite.

7.] I always forget to: put my cell phone where I can find it.

8.] I have never: had any desire to water-ski and I live in a state full of lakes.

9.] I'm obsessed with: running and getting in shape.

10.] One of my favorite memories is: Our family vacation last year in OKC. It was just so much fun.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Oldies but Goodies

Tim from Fort Thompson has started a new item for us bloggers called "Oldies but Goodies". I am to find an old post and repost it for any of you who haven't seen it. I chose "Not the Shy Sweet One" because I will be waking my little monsters up again for school soon and will inevitably be dealing with this at some point. It makes me laugh to remember this one, hope you get a smile from it too!






I know why parents lose their minds. I understand how the elderly get Alzheimer's, alert the scientists everywhere! If they can find a cure for their children so that they refrain from throwing temper tantrums and becoming possessed by unseen forces, then I'm sure that mental illness and old age mind loss will be a thing of the past. I'm starting to think that Alzheimer's is really just the parents way of getting back at their kids. (I realize this isn't the case and that it is actually a very serious disease, so don't write me about it... it's an attempt at humor)

So this morning I wake up with the intent that I'm going to actually make breakfast for everyone (in honor that my husband has the weekend off, very rare this time of year). I decide on blueberry muffins, because who doesn't like blueberry muffins? Well I'll try to reenact the morning:
Logan (the 9 yr old) is already awake and peacefully watching Saturday morning cartoons. I let the dog back in and she runs into Holden's room and I go in there because I was afraid she would wake him up.. too late, he's awake! Aw, my precious baby has his arms out to me and wants a hug to which I gladly give him. (sidenote: since he could talk, the 1st thing he has always said to us in the morning is "I'm hungry" ) So I gently pull him from his bed and I'm holding him when the inevitable is said: "I'm hungry". Well, since I actually have a plan for breakfast already I happily respond with "Mommy's making blueberry muffins!"
Holden: "I don't WAAAAAAAAAAnt blueberry muffins! I WAAAAAAAAAAnt something else"
Me: (calmly) "Well, that's what mommy's making."
Holden: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Me: (not as calmly) "Holden, that is what I'm making, you like blueberry muffins."
Holden: "NOOOOO IIIIIII DOOOOOOOON"T!"
Me: (Putting him down and walking out of his room) "I'm not listening to this, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Holden: (running after me and draping himself on my legs so I can't move) " I WAAAAAAAnt something else"
Me: (Yanking him off of me and sprinting into the living room) "Holden, you can't even tell me what you want and it doesn't matter because I'm making muffins."
Holden: " WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Me: (trying to ignore the tantrum but because I have pms I'm getting very annoyed and don't want to beat the child)
I begin to make the muffins...
Holden: "I don't waaaaaaant muffins, I waaaaaaant something else!"
Me: "If you keep this up we are not going to be able to get you signed up for t-ball."
Holden: (immediately the tears dry up and he perks up, looks to his brother who is enmeshed in the tv and is successfully blocking his little brother out)"Brother, I'm going to play t-ball! Brother... Brother..."
Me: "Answer HIM!"
Holden: (turning to me after he was satisfied with his brother's attention)"Please can I have something else?"
Me: "WHAT?"
Holden: "I want to show you."
Me: (taking a deep breath and giving in, why? Because I have pms and I need him to be quiet) "Holden, if you eat something else then you cannot have a muffin later." (I still have to enforce some sort of rule, right?)
Holden: (shows me he wants Golden Grahams)
I finish making the muffins while Holden happily eats his cereal. (or so I thought)
Muffins are done.
Holden: "Mom, I want a muffin."
I walk into where he's eating and only the milk is gone from the cereal.
Me: "I told you no muffin, go eat your cereal."
Holden: "I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnt a muffin!"

The story ends with sweet little Holden sitting on his bed in his room to think about how he treats his mother and me enjoying my blueberry muffins as God intended.
Holden still hasn't eaten the cereal or a muffin, so I can't wait to hear how hungry he'll be for lunch.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Oh, what to do?

I don't know what to do today, doo dah, doo dah, I don't know what to do today, oh a doo dah daaaaaay!

I'm running out of things to do with my children! School is starting VERY soon and I want to savor every minute with my kids before we have to go back to the real world. School starting means waking up at the break of dawn, exercising, getting lunches together, getting myself in the shower and getting all gussied up (for what?), waking up the kidlets, getting their breakfast and nagging them to eat and then nagging them to get dressed and brush their teeth. Making sure they have their all their school stuff, making sure I don't forget the car keys (which includes the house key because I don't know anything about getting us locked out of the house). Driving to school, going to work (which is another type of school- preschool) where I teach (babysit) 2 yr olds all day. Picking up from school, which means sitting in a friggin line 3 miles long because too many people live here. Homework (oh the horror!), dinner, clean up, showers, bedtime... and good lord - repeat the next day, etc and so on!
You see, I'm not too good at all that. I prefer the LAZY days of summer... wake up whenever the kids make me wake up. Fall out of bed, make their breakfast (if they eat, they eat if not they'll eat something else later) exercise (if I get around to it) do absoluetly nothing for a bit and then have fun with the kids the rest of the day. Well, we have been busy but it's an UNSCHEDULED kind of busy. Just a few more days of unscheduled bliss and then back to the ickiness of reality.
I really feel blessed to be able to spend time with my little guys and happy for all of it - I just don't want it to end... that's all!

Monday, August 3, 2009

True Friendship

I had the pleasure of going and visiting my best friend of 25 years over the weekend. 25 years! How can that be when I still feel like that teenager that just met her. Her name is Chelle and she is wonderful. I left there with an understanding of what true friendship means and not because we've known each other so long but because we truly love each other. You can know someone for years and not have a bond with them. A true friend is someone who, regardless of what they get out of it, wants the other's happiness as much as their own. Seeing Chelle and her home, her husband and her children made me over the moon happy for her. Seeing how creative she is, sewing and decorating her home doesn't make me jealous... it makes me proud to know her. When I tell people about her and how long we've been friends, they often ask how we managed to remain so close. My answer - because neither of us has any expectation of the other except to just be who they are. We accept each other and wouldn't dream of changing a thing. (We're both pretty cool the way we are!)
Chell, if you happen to get this, thank you so much for everything... food and of course - your company. I love you!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

La La Land

It struck me today that there is are 2 different places in the mind of living. There is the place that you dream of, where everyone smiles at you, everyone understands what it is you're trying to communicate with them. No one cuts anyone off in traffic, people hold doors open for each other and children respect adults. I call this place La La Land. I often think that my problem is that I live there sometimes. The other place is called reality! I don't know if times are just changing so much that it keeps us from reaching out to each other but something's odd. Holden plays T-ball and I remember thinking to myself, (before we began) "Hey, here's a chance to make some friends." But the reality is that when you talk to people they sort of look at you like you're speaking a new language. I also noticed that if I didn't make the effort no one would speak. Everyone is in their own little world and it seems like they're afraid to let anyone in for fear it will interrupt their existence. I do this on purpose now... I wait a little to see if anyone will approach another and when the silence in the room is so thick I can't breathe I will be the one to release everyone from their bondage. I can't stand it! I want everyone to live life and get out of their comfort zones. You never know who you are going to meet or why you're there in that group or place. I want everyone to know that you may feel far from perfect and not think you're going to fit in or say the "right" thing, but screw that! No one says the right thing most of the time and everyone should just relax, forget about what others think and just BE!
Hell, I have PMS and I'm way too emotional about everything. I could just be really annoying and no one wants to talk to me!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Here I blow again...

Blow smoke that is, chat, vent or gab. Anyway you put it, I'm back. First, I just want to say I appreciate everyone that missed me or asked where I was. Nothing was wrong or anything. I just honestly took a break. It's been busy and I really haven't had time to blog. Matt's work schedule was pretty hard on all of us and I won't lie and say I didn't have a difficult time of it - it was getting rough. But we made it through and are no worse for the wear. Truthfully, (and I think I've mentioned this before) it gives me an appreciation that I'm not a single mom or that my husband is in the military and has to be away for months or years at a time. God bless all of them. They truly have my respect!
I'm happy about a couple of different things, 1. School is almost out!!! I'm not one of those mom's that relishes kids being away at school. I'm actually probably as bad as they are about not wanting to get out of bed and doing all that needs to be done to have a successful day. Such as making breakfast, making lunches, setting out clothes, brushing teeth, repeating all these things that need to be done about 75 times and wanting to pull out all of my hair by the time we leave. Besides, as fast as these boys are growing, I just want to be with them as much as I can.
2. Watching Holden play T-ball has been so much fun. (aside from the tantrums and driving and rain that has cancelled most of the games) Holden is really into it and good at it too. He actually seems to take it seriously and he's only 4. One of the other boys was trying to joke around with him and he was having none of it. I was afraid he was going to push the kid down because he wouldn't let Holden concentrate on the next play. So funny! And man can this child run! It's funny to hear someone ask "Who's kid is number 10?" and with a huge grin I reply,"That's my baby!" Yeah, I'm one of those moms. It the same way with Logan's comedic nature. When he makes someone laugh it makes me feel good about who he is, not to mention how freakishly smart he is. Which is probably the reason he's so funny.
Oh and last but not least, because Matt's hours have gone back to normal I have made it back into the gym. I love working out, it makes me feel so much better! I still have a way to go but at least I'm going!
So, I have a lot of catching up to do with everyone else's blogs, so I better get to it!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

A Little Breathing Room

Well, I'm sitting here writing this ALONE! My husband had to work today because it is still tax season and since he is a trust tax accountant, he works ALL the time. This too shall pass... He misses his boys and I know it's hard on him but since he is missing his boys I get the true pleasure of being their one and only person to meet each and every need as well as keeping up with laundry, dishes, daily messes made, working, the school's yearbook, the pre-school projects... did I mention laundry, oh right... well let me re-mention it because it NEVER ends! I've often joked that there are times when I want to set it on fire but the matches have never looked more appealing than they do right now. I digress...
So here I sit, alone, all alone and the silence has never sounded so sweet. Matt came home around 4:00 and took off with the boys for a bit.
I have so much respect for families that have to endure this single parent stuff a whole lot longer than I do. I appreciate Matt's presence so much more when I don't have him here to keep the boys busy while I do stuff around the house or if I want to venture off to the bookstore and veg-out for a bit. I have a story to share and I hope no one judges me (like I care) but I have to share because it's a tribute to my mom Elaine.
The other day after Holden's T-ball practice he had the mother of all melt-downs and so did I. I actually officially channeled Elaine. When I was younger, all my mom had to do was purse her lips and show her clenched teeth while a demon briefly possessed her (it was in her eyes, believe it!) her voice became this low growl and most of the time if I valued my life I stopped whatever I was doing. Only when I turned 13 did I ever push her past that but we won't get into that now.
Anyhow, my precious son Holden after playing T-ball for over an hour didn't think he had had enough fun so he persisted that he wanted to shoot hoops.(we were in a gymnasium because of the weather) Well, I was done and I needed him to mind because I was so tired, exhausted! It went a little like this:
Holden: (wailing)"I want to shoot hoooooops! "
Me: "You just played T-ball and that's that. We're not here to shoot hoops, now come on!" I go after him...
Holden: (running away from me wailing louder with everyone else still trying to leave) "Just one more hooooooop! Pleeeeeeeease!"
Me: (running after him) "If you don't get over here right now then you won't be able to go to practice next time!"
Holden: (still running away from me towards the basketballs and throwing himself on top of one) Pleeeeeeeeease, I just want to make a hoooooooop!)
Me: (grabbing him and trying to hold his hand and pull him up without success) "Get up RIGHT NOW!" (I start walking off because he will usually come after me but not this time!)
So, I finally get him to follow me a little but whenever I turn around to get his hand he pulls it away and runs a little bit in the other direction. I then have to literally pick him up and carry this little wailing human being out the door while I yell at my other son to come on. (Who isn't doing anything to deserve my wrath but faithfully without making anymore trouble for me follows quietly.) I proceed to put Holden in the car and fasten his seat belt to which he (as quickly as he can) unfastens it and pushes on the car door so I can't close it. I try to as calmly as I can (which truthfully wasn't very calm) put him back in his seat and fasten his seat belt again to which he AGAIN unfastens it and pushes me away. Oh and I didn't mention the screaming bloody murder the whole time "I want to shoot hoooooooops!" So I'm sure we weren't drawing attention our way or anything. I think he unfastened his seat belt another time but this is where it gets a little fuzzy because at this point I feel the same demon that possessed my mom begin to take shape inside me. My teeth began to clench as I held him down to fasten the belt one more time and lock the door behind me and then the worst happened... He unlocked the door and tore himself out of his seat and opened the door trying his best to escape. And the beast arose within me... I channeled Elaine's demon. I no longer recognized my own voice. It became very low and gravelly - almost a growl. I couldn't see anything but the smoke pouring out of my ears and everything went dark. The beast spoke for me and as my body put Holden back in his seat and fastened his seat belt for the last time I heard the beast say "YOU WILL NOT TREAT YOUR MOTHER THIS WAY!!!"(pause for breath) "DO YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL NOT DO THIS TO ME!!! I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE HUMILIATED AND YOU WON"T DO THIS EVER AGAIN OR YOU WILL BE SORRY!!!"
And all was quiet. Holden stayed in his seat, whimpering but he stayed put. I don't think Logan knew what to think. I've been angry with him too but I don't think the beast ever took over with him. The beast left as soon as it had come and I just kept thinking about how even more angry I was that he had made me turn into my mom. The whole ride home no one uttered a word. When Matt called to see how practice went I was still seething because I didn't want to turn into Elaine! I described to him the horrific events from just minutes before and handed the phone to Logan who (bless his heart) tried as best he could describe it himself but I think he chose to block it out so I made Holden talk to him. He wouldn't at first but with reluctance took the phone after I made it clear that he could either talk to his dad then or I would wake him up in the middle of the night to talk to him. (at that point I totally would have done just that). After his phone conversation he gently apologized to me and gave me a hug and kiss. I in turn explained to him that he really won't do that to me again or he wouldn't play T-ball period. Needless to say he has been pretty good! I suppose there are times that instead of fighting the beast letting it take over will at least buy you a few minutes of quiet.
So you may judge me and think I'm nuts but I don't care. This is why I am enjoying this time to myself so hopefully I can keep the beast from ever rearing it's ugly head again. Well, at least for a few years. I'm not promising I won't turn into my mom again. I tried that already and apparently you really do turn into your parents. I wonder if I should warn the boys now before they become teens? Nah!

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Updates

-Prayers were answered for me in regards to the little one I posted about yesterday. Not completely out of the woods with this, but a huge relief today!
-Prayers were answered for my sister who had serious complications from pneumonia and now she is doing so much better. Had a CAT scan done and it came back that she was healing nicely!
Amen! Thanks everyone!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Hard Day

Today was an exceptionally hard day. I have a beautiful little girl in my class and I'm afraid for her. I won't go into any details or give her name because I'm sure that would not be the right thing to do in order to protect her privacy. I would just like some additional prayer for her in general that God protects her and gives her some peace. It prompted me to rewrite this poem I had written a long time ago.

Children are the innocent and pure.
They are the beginning and the future.
With just one smile sorrow does not exist.
With their laughter, joy is impossible to resist.
They have no expectations or a heart that's unforgiving.
Their love is unconditional and they give it without questioning.
They've come straight from Heaven to live on this earth.
A miracle from God, His gift is their birth.
A precious child is a gift beyond measure.
Someone to love, to protect and always treasure.

God Bless!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

It's A Lizard!

There are moments that come along when you realize how much you LIKE your children. I will always love them and that could never change but genuinely liking who they are is a blessing. You have to be able to pay attention to these moments when they come along because if you don't you will miss something precious.
Yesterday it snowed like crazy here and it came down beautifully with huge snowflakes and lots of them. I opened the blinds so the boys could see it and while I was in the kitchen making breakfast, Holden runs in...
Holden - "Brother, brother, it's a lizard out there! Brother look at the lizard! BROTHER, it's a lizard, it's a lizard!" (I thought I would have to get Logan's attention because he has a tendency to block out his little brother's rantings, but no...)
Logan -(without laughing, without talking down to him, gently corrects him without skipping a beat) "No, it's a Buh, buh, Blizzard. Not lizard."
Holden - "Brother look at the Buhlizzard, look at the blizzard!"

As I was listening to this I just realized what a patient and loving big brother Logan is and at that moment I really liked him. And I really liked Holden for looking up to him and being patient as he was corrected, not minding one bit.
Moments to treasure and savor because it won't be long until I'm yelling at both of them to stop fighting and be kind to each other!

Friday, March 27, 2009

Move Over Derek Jeter!

Holden had his 1st T-Ball practice last night and I'm kicking myself that I didn't bring my camera, next time for sure. It was the cutest and funniest time. I forgot how much fun it was to watch your child's very 1st experience with team sports. You can tell right away which ones have it and which ones don't and I'm not bragging, but Holden has it! When I watched Logan play for the 1st time I just knew that team sports probably wasn't going to be his thing. He also played soccer and played as if he was being put out to have to run up and down to get a ball. He was fine with just watching the other boys do whatever they had to do to score a goal. He would however, celebrate with them as if he had been a big part in it. (I love that kid)Since then he has really liked playing golf so hopefully we can still keep him out of trouble with some sort of activity. Holden, on the other hand will more than likely be trying to fit in any sport he can. Gosh he was so cute. Running the bases as fast as his little legs would take him. Batting as a "lefty" it was funny because the coaches would put him on the wrong side of the plate and he would swing backwards! I don't know how many times Matt or myself would shout out "he's a lefty!". They'll get it eventually. Since this is my second time around I had fun listening to the parents who were having their 1st experience with it. Some of them would be hollering at thier child, "Pay attention!" or "Go get the ball". I had one parent make the comment to me, "I just know he's going to be picking clover." with this exasperatted look on her face. I wanted to say "Geez lady, he's only 4! You'll be lucky he only picks the clover and doesn't try to eat it or take handfuls of it and put it on top of his hair!" I can't wait for the 1st game, I'm so gonna watch and see him picking away and then I'm so going to wait for her reaction. Is that wrong?

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Politics? Wasn't going to go there, but...

OK, I never intended to use this blog to vent about politics. However, right now I'm thinking that our country needs prayer. I believe that it doesn't matter what is going on with the economy or wars, or anything else because God has a plan and everything works according to His purpose. The thing is, (and maybe I just need to relax knowing that fact) I have never felt this way before about a certain direction that any administration was taking us but things are not sounding good to me. I've always been a Conservative but even when Clinton was president (because I was also old enough then to pay attention) I didn't feel this unsure or worried. I keep hearing unsettling statements being made by this administration such as "global currency" and changing the names of everything that "sound" too "negative". Like we're not calling the terrorists "terrorists" anymore? They're changing "The Global War on Terror" to "Overseas Contingency Operation" - are you kidding me? I for one am personally offended by this. They ARE terrorists and our brave men and women have been fighting for our country and dying on behalf of the "War on Terror". The same terrorists that flew planes into the World Trade Center, killing so many people without any conscious what-so-ever... and we don't want to offend them or what?
Didn't Hitler create mandates on what people were allowed to say and how they said it? It started out slowly and then snowballed into a nightmare. Isn't communism all about a huge government and telling everyone how to live their lives and making everyone feel dependent on them?
I am comforted in the fact that no matter what, God is the same now and forever. He has this in the palm of His hand. This is all happening because it is supposed to and I will be praying that we as Americans will recognize what is happening, fight for our beliefs and have faith that will get us through.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Praying

Prayers for Stellan


This little one needs prayer so desperately. I am passing this along to everyone I know even though I don't know this family personally. If this were my child I would hope that everyone that could would be on their knees. Apparently this precious baby had terrible heart difficulties in the womb and wasn't expected to live but was born a healthy baby with faith and prayer. He is having the same trouble now and is very critical. I keep pulling up different blogs I read that are either friends of the family or just follow their blog and I can't put this off just because I don't know them. So I am praying and encourage you to do the same if you read my blog. God Bless.

Barry Manilow - Eat Your Heart Out!

Logan and Holden are song writers, they write the songs that make the whole world sing!

The Boys riding in the car: "The knee bone's connected to the eyelid bone, the eyelid bone's connected to the intestines (pronounced intestEEns), the intesteens' connected to the cranium, the cranium's connected to the flatulence bone... and the beat went on ALL THE WAY HOME.

Gotta love it!

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

What I've Been Up To

It always amazes me that when someone asks me what I've been up to, I simply say "Nothing really", when that's not "really" true. I was thinking about this after bunco last night because I only see most of those ladies once a month. I've figured out that I don't like talking about myself too much and would just rather listen to other people's stories and make comments here and there. So this is what I've been up to lately and I'm proud of it. I figured since I don't enjoy talking about myself, then I will use this opportunity to give God the glory because He is changing my heart.
I have recently helped start up our church's youth group by becoming a youth group sponsor. My duties are to come up with games for the whole group and head up the mid-high girls small group. I am having a blast with these girls! We go over the week's message which is the same for the adults but changed up so that the kids can get a grasp on it. After our Youth Leader, Evan (who is so adorable, he's only 18 years old and is one of the neatest people you'd ever meet) speaks on the morning's message. I then take the girls and we just have a girls' heart to heart. I lead it by asking questions and talking about my own experiences. I really think they enjoy it too. I even had one girl make her mom get out of bed to come to church because she wanted to come to youth group! Praise Jesus! I spoke to this girl's mom's best friend and she told me that she had been trying to get her friend to come back to church and just wasn't having any luck until youth group started. When she told her that we had a youth group, she decided to bring her daughter and try it out. That next Sunday she was being pulled out of bed by her daughter to go to church! How amazing God is! The reason I'm so excited is because I wasn't a fan of church myself for awhile. I had no desire to go and be surrounded by people I viewed as hypocrites. My heart was hardening but I read this book called "The Shack" and something inside changed. I still wasn't ready for "church" but I knew that God loved me no matter what I was or where I was in my faith. For the 1st time I had "permission" just to be where I was. It was like a weight had been lifted. I knew that there would be a time for me to get back into church and when I got a flyer in the mail for a new church that was just in it's beginning stages I knew that was where I needed to be. Something small. Well, after our 1st visit I knew in my heart that God placed me there for a reason.
I have a testimony of 2 different reasons for wanting to be a part of the youth, the 1st is because when I went to church at that age it was not a pleasant experience. I always thought that church was supposed to be the one safe place for a person to be. That's not always the case though. Girls can be mean anywhere and they were. I didn't have any real friends in church. I'm hoping I can be that voice for the girls in my group when or if (probably when) it comes down to who said what about who, etc. to diffuse the situation and put things into perspective for them. The second reason is that my nephew had an awful thing happen in his school where 3 different children took their own lives and one of them was a friend of his. It broke my heart to think that a 13 year old would result to that and it could have been prevented if someone talked to them about God and His love for them.
God is amazing because I never would have dreamed in a million years that when I was feeling isolated in my youth group that I would one day lead a group of girls in a youth group. Wow!
Matt, my husband will be joining and leading the boys when he is done working so many hours. That will also be nice to be able to do that together.

Friday, March 20, 2009

The Big Smelly Rat

This is what my son Logan called Chuck E. Cheese when he was 3 and he was not fond of him at all. Now he is 9 and well over that but the nickname stuck and that's what we all still call him. So when I spoke up yesterday and said we could go see The Big Smelly Rat, excitement was in the air. I had this coupon for the place or I would never have suggested it because I'm not a huge fan and as I tell the story you'll know why. (if you don't already) So the coupon was buy 40 tokens for $10 and you get 40 tokens free! Woo hoo! So how long does it take for 2 boys to blow 80 tokens? 4 HOURS!
Time is a funny thing in a place like this... it seems to evaporate. I couldn't believe we had been there that long, although I was truly done with it by the time the tokens began to run out. I was still holding both the boys tokens, why you ask? When they are old enough to hold their own damn cups? Because they kept spilling them everywhere and I got tired of stopping to pick them up and bending over to look under the machines because they were sure that one or two of them rolled underneath. The boys did have a great time and it made me very happy that I could find something cheap to do that would keep them busy and happy for that long. All the games only take 1 token each. (no wonder we were there 4 hours!) But it is nice that they don't have to motor through so much money as fast like the some of the other places. The problem comes when they are down to their last token (Oh no!) and have to make one of the biggest decisions of their young lives - what game is worth my very last token? Well, Logan decides on Skee Ball (one of my favorites) which was fine until he only got 2 tickets off the game. Logan - "Oh great, my last token and all I got was 2 crummy tickets!" Me - (holding about 300 tickets already) "Hello, can we just be happy that we came here, we've been here all day!"
Holden chose a bowling game that he became very fond of. Well by this time the place was packed and I was so ready to leave that I was doing the happy dance in my mind at the notion that this was it, the last token! So at this point we were waiting in line for this bowling game and Holden was next after this little girl. Well her little sister comes running up to her as she was finishing up. She was probably about Holden's age (4) and she was hovering there as her sister finished the game and slides in right in front of Holden. Oh, hell to the no she didn't! I'm telling you I almost became one of those parents that make headlines "Mom attacks 4 year old child over a line cutting incident at Chuck E Cheese." I could envision my mugshot as I sat there holding myself back from taking action. Well, karma worked in my favor because as she slid in and put her token in the machine she couldn't get it to work so she runs off to find her dad and in that moment Holden who wastes no time himself jumped up and put in his LAST token and started the game. (That's my boy!) So the dad comes back with her and I just calmly state that Holden was in line next and she could go after him. He was clueless so Holden finished his game with The Hoverer hovering over him as he played. He seemed fine with it so there was no need for me to intervene at this point. I was just satisfied that she didn't get her way the 1st time. Terrible? Maybe but that's the way I felt and I stand by it. I don't care how old she is!
So now you know why this isn't my favorite place. Children running amok, taking over and parents, most of whom are oblivious that their children are little bullies. Not all of them, I know. Mine are perfect! Ha, at least I believe they are! They may not be "perfect" but they are damn close. I have to say, I was very impressed at Holden, who was gracefully allowing the brat to take his place in line(until she botched it - ha ha). He showed much more tolerance than I, that's for sure!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

2009 To Do List

#4 states that I will do a better job of keeping in touch with people I love, well get ready people - here I come!

#6 states that I will care less about what others think of me, this includes all you people that I'm going to keep in touch with. I'm tired of technology robbing me of relationships. I do love Facebook only because it allows me to keep in touch with people that don't live in my town. I'm not going to text because it's just another way I will never hear your voice. (and I don't care if you don't agree!) Because I'm following my list! It is written in ink ya know!

#3 states that we will do something new as a family and I realized I never blogged about this for February and we're already in the middle of March!

We went to a hockey game, all four of us, which makes it "new" because we haven't all gone together. It was fun, a little strange at times and a little worrisome at one point. The strange part... let me just say that it amazes me that when they build million dollar arenas and charge exorbitant amounts for tickets, they don't consider that when they put the seats right on top of each other how uncomfortable it can be sitting next to a complete stranger and being forced to become their best friend for the duration of the event. I understand that it's all about money to them and the more seats they can cram in then the more money they can squeeze out of the public. Seriously though, just give me 2 more inches so I can breathe.
When we 1st got there it was great, no one was sitting next to me for the whole 1st period. Then... dun, dun, dun, dun, duuuuun here come the space invaders! There were 3 of them and of course the one with all the food (and condiments I might add) sits right by me. I could hear everything, every bite he took, every chew. I could smell everything and see it too and I'm not sure what condiment he chose for his burger topping but it looked like a gelatinous mess. Anyhoo, as I made references to the game he would add his in too. Don't misunderstand me, I'm a friendly person and he was nice and all and if there were just 2 more inches between us I would've have been more receptive but because he took my other arm rest I was being a bit more selfish. The worrisome part... someone in the stands required emergency medical attention and was being given CPR for a very long time. We never heard anything else about it and after they finally got the person stable enough to take out on the stretcher the game went on as if nothing happened. Whoever it was probably could've used an extra 2 inches of space, I'm just sayin.
We'll see what is in store for March, it's so hard with Matt working 80-90 hrs a week.
Well, this is the 3 I'm concentrating on for the moment and when I get well I'll get to some of the other stuff and post about it too. Lots of love to everyone!!!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

This isn't funny anymore...

I just can't believe that it's Spring Break and I'm home sick and little Holden is also sick! This has been going on for over a week. Poor Logan is feeling great and isn't able to do as much because of it and it makes me feel awful. I'm getting very antsy just sitting home, cabin fever if you will. I'm sick of the TV, sick of the dirty house and sick of all the laundry piling up because well, I'm sick.
The weather is absolutely gorgeous here and I have been looking forward to having this time off and being out and about. Maybe I wanted this too much or something. I have been praying to feel good and for Holden to feel good and I know the Lord is with us and there is probably a reason for it, but it's hard to see a good reason right now.
I also must be doing something wrong in my life because the only phone calls I get are from my mom and Matthew. Not that I don't love talking to them, it just makes me wonder how I can be a better friend. I know that it is said that you have to be a good friend to have good friends. I really do have good friends, I just miss them and being cooped up makes one whiny. Oh well, everything that happens in life is supposed to teach us something and I think I'm learning that I need to take better care of myself and my family. I'm also learning how to cough up phlegm and spit like a boy.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Excuses, Excuses!

There's this movie I've seen several times called "Fools Rush In" it stars Matthew Perry and Selma Hyeck and it's about a couple that meet on a one night stand, she gets preggo and they get married. He never tells his parents about the marriage, they come for a visit and eventually find out because Selma's character goes off on Matthew's character and in this she yells "Excuses, Excuses!" So after I've explained where I came up with this term, here are my questions... What constitutes an excuse? What if it's a reason? When does a reason become an excuse? Are all reasons really excuses? Confused? Me too!

I made a 2009 to do list that stares me in the face everyday and reminds me of what I'm not doing so far. I wrote on paper in ink (not pencil) that I wanted to run a 5K. Well, I have been sick on and off all year with sinus infections and upper respitory crud. Is this a reason or an excuse? It's difficult to exercise when you can't breathe!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Grocery Store Anxiety

I have it. It is a real and serious condition that I can no longer deny. I have recently postponed this event for as long as I can and tomorrow I have absolutely no choice, I have to go. I can only describe my hatred for this job as the utmost, flat-out worst thing ever. It's not like I can just walk into the store and be in and out with everything I need without a thought about what EVERYONE in my house likes to eat. It's not as if I don't have to make a list of meals and try to remember the cheapest ones I make without a thought about how sick I am of all of them. I've also been told that coupons can save you a ton of money, problem is, when I use them I end up spending more. (Hmmm...) I have a friend that also swears by keeping the ads from other stores and taking them to Wal-Mart because they price match. Um, no - unless I go really late or really early... well, not even then. Let's be honest, I'm not screwing with it. I have been that person in line behind the person with those ads and it's not pleasant. I mostly wanted to take a pack of gum (the chunky DoubleMint kind) and tag the cashier with it and say, "Look, just give her the package of Tyson chicken for heaven sake, she either doesn't speak english or she's pretending she doesn't speak english and you will never win this battle. My Ben and Jerry's is melting even though I visited the frozen foods last just so it would have a fighting chance before I got home and when ice cream melts and re-freezes it isn't the same!"
Going with kids is another problem in and of itself. While I look for what I need which is inevitably what they happen to be out of - I also have to yell at my kids every other minute because they are dancing around and bumping into other people or the little one is touching everything he can, knocking over several cans of green beans. I have actually just left my basket where it was and walked out trying to hold onto Holden's hand while he drops and uses his super power (which is turning his body into a glob-like form) dragging the glob while he is screaming, "I will mind! I will mind!" I also don't care about other people looking at me. I'd just love it if someone said something, bring it!
Something else that I've never been able to figure out... what's with new and improved? So, I have my list that it took me 4 hours (on and off) to make and now I have to decide on which Crest toothpaste I want? Do I want regular Crest that was just fine for many years of my life? Or how about the new and improved "Pro Health" that does 7 different things and will take years off my smile? Oh crap, just saw the Pro-Health Nighttime formula.
Wow, I wonder if I can put this off for another day? Probably not -
Lord, hear my prayer.

Monday, March 9, 2009

I Got Some Mad Skills... But

I can't break this kid!
I'm referring to one of my darling preschoolers. I teach (babysit) 2-3 year olds at a preschool four days out of the week and have since within the last 2 months acquired a new student. He is gorgeous, precious, sweet... and annoying. I am aware of the fact that this is his very 1st experience and I'm trying to be patient, really trying however, my brain can only take so much. The reason Mr. Gorgeous is annoying - he repeats all day this phrase," Where's the Mama?" and he has an Italian accent only when he's saying this phrase. So I frequently get hungry for garlic breadsticks from Olive Garden throughout the day but that's neither here nor there.

Just for effect I'm going to "Where's the Mama?" insert the "Where's the Mama?" phrase I "Where's the Mama?" hear as often "Where's the Mama?" as I "Where's the Mama?" do throughout the "Where's the Mama?" day. I have tried "Where's the Mama?" just about everythi "Where's the Mama?" ng that I know "Where's the Mama?" to help him adjust "Where's the Mama?" but I'm not "Where's the Mama?" having any luck!

So, by now you get the idea about why I'm a little crazy after the day with this kid. I really do have mad skills when it comes to kids and most of the time I can win them over pretty quickly. There was this one other little boy that was there when I first started working that no one else wanted to deal with because he had so many problems and I absolutely had this kid loving me. This one would scream bloody murder when he had to take a nap and right now I think I would trade in Mr. Gorgeous for The Screamer. I mean I'm hearing this repetitive phrase in my sleep! My patience is waning and I really don't want to accidentally say out loud what I'm actually thinking everytime he asks this question. It would go something like this:
Mr. Gorgeous: "Where's the Mama?"
Me(What I really say): "She'll be back after naps sweetie!"
(What I'm thinking): "I don't freaking know where she is! She dropped you off probably because she needs a break from your mouth and now I get the pleasure! I may not be what you want but I'm what you get! Lucky Freakin Me! Now SHUT UP!!!!"

See how that could be irreparable damage to the child's psyche? So, I'll keep on keepin on and hopefully my daily prayers will be answered, "Please God, hurry this school year up so I can have a vacation!"

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Man, I'm in a Mood

Well, I should be cleaning my house and many other things right now but I don't feel good today because I've caught something from one or more of the little germ carrying rugrats that are my job during the week. (I do love them so)
I figure while I'm on a rant about my personal distress over how I look, I might as well make a list of pet peeves because I'm in a mood. (Ann, I might need an intervention but I want a makeover):)
So here goes in no particular order:

1. Men with long fingernails - this is just gross in general but I really hate when they are also filled with dirt underneath, ugh uber disgusting!
2. Stepping in something wet with socks on - there is just something about it that scheeves me out.
3. Being interrupted - especially when I'm in the middle of telling a great story that I know everyone will appreciate, except for the jerk that has to stick his/her two cents in and totally screw up the flow of my tale.
4. Getting up to pee in the middle of the night - this I've noticed happens more often after having children and getting older and it really sucks.
5. Not being able to eat anything in front of my kids without having to give them 3/4 of it. - I love them and this is the only reason I'll give up my delectables.
6. Going to a movie with someone which neither of us has seen and being asked what's happening. - um, didn't I just walk into the same movie with you and sit down at exactly the same time?
7. In addition to the above, hearing someone in the movie theatre that has seen it talk their way through it and relive it again out loud therefore ruining my experience. - shut your piehole people!
8. People who expect me to answer the phone all the time no matter where I'm at or what I'm doing because it's a cell phone and heaven forbid if I'm unavailable which is what the voicemail is for. (Hi Mom and Matthew)
9. Party Poopers - If you're in a foul mood don't go where other people are having fun and laughing because you will only feel worse when everyone ignores you because you are a selfish whiner.
10. Guilt trips - I'd rather be on a beach thank you very much.
11. Being late and others who are always late - (Hello again Matthew) I mean come on, you are a grown person who can tell time - get it together!
12. When you smile at someone and they don't smile back - I mean really, what is that? Did you not just see my beautiful smile? Are you really that down or are you just mean? I mean that really hurt my feelings!
13. Wow, I have a lot of pet peeves!
14. Wasting time like I'm doing right now because I'm avoiding the inevitable which is cleaning my house. (But I don't feel good!)
15. Expanding on the issue of cleaning my house: Why can't the people who live in this house flush the toilet? Are you all trying to get me to move out? Seriously!

Well, that covers most of it for now and I'm sure I could think of several more if I tried.

Disclaimer: The older I get the more annoyed with stuff I become. However, I myself have very likely been one or more of those pet peeves and so I will still love you if you yourself have identified with any of the above. But, if you are a man... cut your fingernails for heaven sakes!

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Hilarity Continues...

Not only am I F-A-T but my face is turning into it's own constellation of zits. Pretty soon the Big Dipper will be clearly visible. What the hell is going on? Oh, and my eyebrow hair grows faster than the hair on my head. I can't tweeze fast enough before I see more little hairs peering out of hiding. If this is a joke on a woman's humanity - I'm not laughing. Is it not enough that we are the ones that push another human being from our bodies and end up with various reminders of the blessed event? Is it not enough that we expose of bodily fluids once a month with all the aches and rage that goes with it? I swear, I feel like I'm falling apart for crying out loud. Oh, and my skin has become so dry that I could sand wood with it. I won't even talk about my feet! Well, yes I will. I bought one of those Pedi-eggs that sand the bottoms of your feet and I worked so feverishly on them that the next day I get out of bed and literally can't walk. I sanded so hard that my feet were raw. (yeah, ouch) I slather lotion on like I'm planning a trip to Mars and still - sand paper skin.
What is a girl to do? I'm sure if your a man then this is TMI... well all I have to say is suck it! I'll feel bad for you when you realize that the hair in your ears is longer than the hair on your head. When your wearing your 32 size jeans right above your hips because you no longer have a waist and you get kicked out of bed for farting in your sleep.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

It's Time to Call Jenny

CRAIG! Holy crap I'm getting fat! It's on like Donkey Kong cuz this fatty was ticked this morning. I have this pair of jeans I HATE, not only are they my "fat" jeans but they just suck in general. They are one of those "mom" jeans that I pried myself out of some years ago now but because I began putting on weight after not working out I had no choice since I wasn't buying new ones. (note: it doesn't do any good to just not buy new fat jeans if you've kept the old ones)
So, I put on these ugly crap jeans only to realize that I actually can't button them! So, I'm done being in denial. I have this problem in my mind that I still think I'm cute and skinny until I look sideways in the mirror and then I see my hind quarters and in that moment I'm like, "Ok, this is getting serious..." and then moments later when I'm faced with "Do I want fries with that?" I say "Hell yeah I do, I'm stressed, I'm hungry and I want food!"
I have no idea what I weigh and I don't want to know. I do know that my clothes tell the tale and I'm FAT. To those that weigh significantly more than I do and are rolling their eyes right now, it all starts somewhere, right?

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Raising Boys

I'll preface this with the fact that I don't have girls so I have nothing to compare my boys to. I have heard how different boys and girls are and I've noticed some things from watching my nieces. Boys and girls are supposed to be different and that's what God intended. I just wonder sometimes if God isn't having a good laugh watching me raise these boys knowing that I really have no idea what they will do next and better yet, why! So, without further ado, raising boys through my female specs:

The word "fart" is the funniest and best word there is on the planet, as well as very versatile, it can be used in a song; " A, B, C, D, fart, fart, fart..." "Mary had a little fart, little fart..." It can be used to tell a joke that isn't even a joke, "knock, knock... who's there? My fart... bwahahahaha" It can be used to make each brother laugh at any given time especially in the car while the female parent is driving. (this word does not bother the male parent as he uses it frequently)

Playing with objects that can be used to impale a person is the ideal way to spend quality time together. Bonding occurs when one takes the object and delivers a blow to the face/head and the female parent runs in taking said object away and making the two hug each other and play something less violent.

Boy drama is different than girl drama only in how they tell each other off and get over it. Boys generally use less words and get the point across fast with "You're a dummy head" and "Smelly brother booty" There aren't really hurt feelings even if the female parent is telling the one saying these things that there are so the other one taking the insults feels justice has been served. Once again all is well and they are best friends, playing as though nothing happened. (I'm thankful for this one!)

Boys make better gun noises than girls and I've never figured out why this is. They also perfect the sounds that the light sabers make from Star Wars. They understand and memorize all the characters from such movies but if you ask them where they left their shoes they look at you like you just asked them to find Grant's Tomb.

If you ask them to pick up their room, this means to shove everything in piles in different parts of the room as long as most of the floor can be seen.
In general boys don't care about being dirty and my boys are no exception, however if just their hands are dirty they freak out (go figure).

I have to say that it's true that boys don't talk as much as girls and therefore don't communicate their feelings as well but when they do it is blissful. When they let the female parent know how much they love her and tell her that she is pretty or smells nice, it's better than most anything life has to offer. I'm glad I have boys, they make me laugh, they make me crazy, they make me know a truer love than I can express. I love you Logan and Holden!

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Expectations

I don't know why but I can't get this topic out of head! The Lord must be needing me to write about this so I will.

Life is a funny thing. It is FULL of expectations, no matter what you're doing there is one of those beastly expectancies lurking in every corner waiting to disappoint you. Sometimes though if you manage to tell yourself often enough not to expect anything from someone or something, then you will often either be happily surprised or at the very least not surprised at all and that is better than any disappointment.
People are the worst at fulfilling an expectation because as soon as you begin to hope for the best in someone, they will always disappoint you. The same is true for ourselves, we will always disappoint someone else as well.
I have had the hardest time with people in general in the past and because the Lord has worked on me in this area I believe I have become much better at hoping for the best and not expecting anything so as to be either happily surprised or not surprised at all. God has taught me and has pushed it through my thick skull that He is the only one that will never disappoint me. It is too much of a burden to put on friends and family to "expect" that they will know what to do or be there when you need them, etc. I used to get so mad because I felt like I had no one to talk to and often felt sorry for myself. Which, don't get me wrong if it's the wrong time of the month I still do plenty of that but now I can get over it much easier.
I think the need to please others comes from a person's own expectations of themselves and really doesn't have much to do with others as it does expecting people to appreciate you and like you. When you don't receive your pats on the back you end up resentful and wondering why no one appreciates the kind of person you are.
Expectations followed by disappointments are so much a part of life that whether or not we realize it they happen all day, everyday. Realizing that God is the only one in this life that will never disappoint us is vital to surviving this world. He is our rope and harness as we rock climb this mountain of life.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Sister Update

First of all, thank you for your prayers. Melinda had surgery today in order for her lungs to drain all the junk in her lungs. The surgery went without a hitch (thank God) but she is in so much pain right now. Keep her in your prayers! I really appreciate it because I know it works!
On the lighter side of things, my other little sister (Kelly) and I went to the hospital last night to see her. It's almost a relief when you're sad about a loved one that is hurting to be able to laugh at some of the goings on in the other rooms. Last night I got a kick out of this lady, let's call her Pinky (she was wearing a pink robe). At first I wasn't quite sure if she was a patient or she worked there because she seemed to know her way around and looked like she was in charge. She had to have been a patient though because I don't know many people that go to work in their bathrobes (and she had on the standard hospital attire underneath). So, we are all outside waiting for the nurses to alleviate Melinda from having to get up every time she needed to go the the bathroom and I notice that Pinky is writing on the medical papers she had outside her room. Huh? Like I said, she had her run of the joint... must've been erasing something and writing in for better pain meds or something or scratching out her scheduled surgery for the next day, very weird. It made us laugh though and we needed it. Later I was out in the hall talking to my husband on the phone and out she comes with what looked like groceries. She trots herself into the little kitchen area and starts banging around in there for a bit, putting her things away. Hmmm, maybe she filled out her medical papers so she could have surgery and have extra pain meds because she needed some time off. Pinky's idea of a vacation. You never know, it takes all kinds!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Prayer Request

I would love it if everyone could say a prayer for my sister Melinda. She had to go into the hospital for pneumonia and is very sick. There has been good news after quite a scare, in which the doctors were checking for a blood clot and thankfully there wasn't anything like that. The pneumonia is pretty bad though and they will probably have to drain some of the fluid off of her lungs via some sort of needle. Yuck! I know in my heart that God is taking care of her and He is giving the doctors and nurses wisdom in treating her. Please pray for a quick recovery. She has beautiful twin girls and a son that need her to be well. So far she will have to be in the hospital for about 2 days. Thank you so much, I believe in the power of prayer. I love you Mel!

Not the Shy Sweet One



I know why parents lose their minds. I understand how the elderly get Alzheimer's, alert the scientists everywhere! If they can find a cure for their children so that they refrain from throwing temper tantrums and becoming possessed by unseen forces, then I'm sure that mental illness and old age mind loss will be a thing of the past. I'm starting to think that Alzheimer's is really just the parents way of getting back at their kids. (I realize this isn't the case and that it is actually a very serious disease, so don't write me about it... it's an attempt at humor)

So this morning I wake up with the intent that I'm going to actually make breakfast for everyone (in honor that my husband has the weekend off, very rare this time of year). I decide on blueberry muffins, because who doesn't like blueberry muffins? Well I'll try to reenact the morning:
Logan (the 9 yr old) is already awake and peacefully watching Saturday morning cartoons. I let the dog back in and she runs into Holden's room and I go in there because I was afraid she would wake him up.. too late, he's awake! Aw, my precious baby has his arms out to me and wants a hug to which I gladly give him. (sidenote: since he could talk, the 1st thing he has always said to us in the morning is "I'm hungry" ) So I gently pull him from his bed and I'm holding him when the inevitable is said: "I'm hungry". Well, since I actually have a plan for breakfast already I happily respond with "Mommy's making blueberry muffins!"
Holden: "I don't WAAAAAAAAAAnt blueberry muffins! I WAAAAAAAAAAnt something else"
Me: (calmly) "Well, that's what mommy's making."
Holden: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Me: (not as calmly) "Holden, that is what I'm making, you like blueberry muffins."
Holden: "NOOOOO IIIIIII DOOOOOOOON"T!"
Me: (Putting him down and walking out of his room) "I'm not listening to this, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Holden: (running after me and draping himself on my legs so I can't move) " I WAAAAAAAnt something else"
Me: (Yanking him off of me and sprinting into the living room) "Holden, you can't even tell me what you want and it doesn't matter because I'm making muffins."
Holden: " WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Me: (trying to ignore the tantrum but because I have pms I'm getting very annoyed and don't want to beat the child)
I begin to make the muffins...
Holden: "I don't waaaaaaant muffins, I waaaaaaant something else!"
Me: "If you keep this up we are not going to be able to get you signed up for t-ball."
Holden: (immediately the tears dry up and he perks up, looks to his brother who is enmeshed in the tv and is successfully blocking his little brother out)"Brother, I'm going to play t-ball! Brother... Brother..."
Me: "Answer HIM!"
Holden: (turning to me after he was satisfied with his brother's attention)"Please can I have something else?"
Me: "WHAT?"
Holden: "I want to show you."
Me: (taking a deep breath and giving in, why? Because I have pms and I need him to be quiet) "Holden, if you eat something else then you cannot have a muffin later." (I still have to enforce some sort of rule, right?)
Holden: (shows me he wants Golden Grahams)
I finish making the muffins while Holden happily eats his cereal. (or so I thought)
Muffins are done.
Holden: "Mom, I want a muffin."
I walk into where he's eating and only the milk is gone from the cereal.
Me: "I told you no muffin, go eat your cereal."
Holden: "I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnt a muffin!"

The story ends with sweet little Holden sitting on his bed in his room to think about how he treats his mother and me enjoying my blueberry muffins as God intended.
Holden still hasn't eaten the cereal or a muffin, so I can't wait to hear how hungry he'll be for lunch.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

You Can't Please Everyone

Heaven knows, I've tried. I used to be the type of person that couldn't stand it if someone had an inkling of a negative thought about me. I would still rather have everyone think I'm the shiznit, however, it's exhausting to try and be something you're not. I've learned that once you're up on that pedastal of never wanting to disappoint someone that when you do, suddenly you're not the shiznit and nothing you can do will change it. You can try and rectify whatever it was that got you into trouble but it seems like the harder you work to please the more of a mess you make yourself. Learning to say no is one of the hardest things to do for some of us. I've always been envious of people that can just say no and never care about what kind of effect it has on others. I think that learning this technique is the ONLY good thing about getting older. It's not really that you don't care for others, it's about knowing your strengths and weaknesses. It's about caring about the effect on those closest to you, like my children and husband. It's also most importantly caring about the effects on yourself. Is it selfish to be this way? Maybe a little, but for the right reasons. I can say this for sure... if I say no to you it's because I want to be completely there for you when I say yes. I don't want to half-ass my efforts and be resentful and act like some sort of martyr. It has become a pet peeve of mine to hear people pleasers out there who after they've agreed to something, whine about how put out they always are and how no one else cares as much as they do. I can identify with this because that is what I'm trying to avoid in myself(which is probably why it bothers me). I don't want that for myself anymore. Come on everyone and join me! Say no to at least one thing a week, consider this a challenge. The world won't end, it won't rain fire and you won't be struck by lightning because you said no. You will have more free time to learn how to not feel guilty afterwards... and when you do (it will happen) - get over it! Freedom now!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

You Can't Handle the Truth!

One of the best lines in a movie. Jack Nicholson facing off with Tom Cruise in A Few Good Men. Love that movie!
It's also true for the most part. If someone asks you how you are and let's say you're not having the greatest day, do you really tell them how you're feeling? Or are you like me and say "Good", even though I don't really feel good at all. But really, no one wants to hear the truth. There are some people out there and you know who you are, they will tell their whole life story when you ask them how they are. These are the people I like to call "Debbie Downers". Not because I'm not concerned about them but because something is always wrong. You ask, "how are you" and the response will undoubtedly begin with "Ugh, I woke up late because my dog kept me up whining all night", and end with "Now, I have this terrible headache I can't get rid of", etc and so forth. So, even though I try and handle the truth, sometimes I just can't handle their truth.
Another form of the "truth" that can't be handled has been labeled by comedians and funny people everywhere - A woman asking her husband/boyfriend if she looks fat in whatever she's wearing. Really? I'm sure this happens because it wouldn't be used to describe women so frequently, however WHO DOES THIS? If you look fat in something it's because you are fat. It's certainly not because you're clothes are making you look that way and if they are making your fat look fatter, it's because you're in denial and buying the WRONG size. My husband can attest to me having never asked this question, I'm not a moron and I don't need him to tell me that I'm busting out of my jeans - I can feel it and see it for myself. So all of you ladies out there who can't handle the truth, don't ask the question!
The most important truth, it seems so many people are struggling with is that Jesus is our Saviour. He came to this earth and died on the cross so that we can have eternity with him. It seems that for whatever reason the times have changed so drastically that if you believe this, then you are not being inclusive. It's strange to me that people like Madonna who believe in Kabbalah or Richard Gere, who believes in Budda are somehow respected for these beliefs and left alone. The same isn't true for followers of Christ. It seems like if someone has faith in Jesus, then they are thought of as "Holy Rollers" or made fun of. Jesus told his followers that the road would be a hard one if they were going to follow Him. Matthew 5:11-12, "Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in Heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you."
Jesus is the way, the TRUTH and the life!

Friday, February 13, 2009

I'm a Valentine Scrooge

I know that towards the end of my rant about this pink and red holiday that I may come across as being bitter, but I assure you I'm not... at least not anymore. Perhaps I was... many moons ago as a youngster in grade school and that's where my scroogieness began.
My son Logan is now in the 3rd grade, so I've been to my share of Valentine's parties. My other son, Holden just had his 1st taste of this holiday. They both love it, not because of the love but because of the all the sugar they will consume in an 8 hour time span. And so it goes... a "list" of all the students names will be sent home about a week in advance. Another list will be sent with it that gives me a choice of what kind of "treat" I should buy (not make, BUY). I get it, I might make something and then someone will get sick, yada, yada. Not sure that buying things anymore is such a great idea either it seems. Peanut paste anyone?
Well, back in the day... I remember a much different experience. 1st of all there wasn't a list sent home to the parents with ALL the students names. Excuse me? Where was the insight when I was in school? I busted my butt making my V-Day sack! I carefully glued my red and white doilies on and drew little hearts all around. I would then write my name in big bubble letters so everyone would see how to spell it (one l please). I would be so excited that next morning and could hardly wait to get to class and see how overflowing with valentines my sack would be. As I walked into the classroom all giddy with excitement and then approaching my sack to see how many people loved me and peering into it only to realize that 2 valentines were there, and one was from the weird kid in class. It was only until the teacher would announce that we would deliver our valentines during the party that my sadness would subside. I had more time and had 2 valentines to start with! I do have to say that back in the day a Valentine party was a PARTY. No fruit or veggies, SUGAR and lots of it. HOMEMADE sugar at that, cupcakes and cookies and candy... Oh my! So now, the moment of truth, our sacks! Well, it did have more cards and goodies in it this time but wait a minute? Don't we have like 25 kids in here? But I have only like 15 valentines? There must be some mistake... oh wait, here's a big one! Oh, it's from the teacher. This BITES! There was always the popular girl whose sack was really overflowing - Shelley Reid was the girl at my school, bleck! I still have it in for her!
Oh well, so Valentines Day isn't what it once was, too bad really. I think it built character to have your bubble letters burst. Everything is way too politcially correct these days. Heaven forbid if you don't give everyone a card and a treat. Don't make the party food - buy it!
I mean look at me now! I totally think this is one way overrated holiday and I'm saving my husband from the headache, not to mention the money. So what if I'm a Valentine Scrooge, I come by it fair and square!

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Just a Suggestion

I will tell you right now that I was not an Obama fan but I'm trying to respect him as our President. I will try and listen with as much of an open mind as I can muster but irony is just not wasted on a mind like mine. I'm not sure if any of you read my comments on Oprah (the penny pinching self-improvement show she did) but I have a suggestion for her, a show idea if you will...
I think it would be fan-stinking-tabulous if she would have the whole current administration on her show with the whole senate and congress included. At the same time bring on all the "professionals" some might say "self-help gurus". I'm thinking the author of "The Secret" would be a great addition as well. The gurus would undoubtedly give the great advice they gave to all of us "Create a POSITIVE wish board!" Put up happy pictures and quotes of the way you "want" your life to go. Right? Or how about having the Penny Pinching family that was on the other day? They could go over our National Budget for them and start crossing off all that crap we don't need right now, Oh Happy Day! You would think this would be so easy since Obama and Oprah are BFF's. Doesn't he watch her show? Hmmm, maybe she gives him anxiety too.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

The Blog World

I have had so much fun writing on this blog and receiving such sweet comments from fellow bloggers. It's very tempting to create a world that only exists here on my blog but I've tried being honest about who I am. My outlook on certain situations is far from the way I would like to be but I know God is still working on me and I'm ok with that. I really want to be real and not pretend like I have everything under control because there are days when I am SO not in control of my feelings or thoughts. My life has been very full and I know God is looking out for me in so many ways. He blessed me with who could possibly be the best mom while I was growing up and still to this day she looks out for me and my sisters. My husband and I have had a rough road but we love each other and have been blessed with 2 wonderful boys. We both believe in commitment and that it's not so much about the warm fuzzy feeling than it is about being faithful to each other and to live God's plan for our lives. He intrusted us with these 2 boys and hopefully they will learn that even though life is hard at times that running away from problems isn't the way to go and there is too much good that would be missed if you give up. I want to be very real on my blog. I don't want anyone to think I have all the answers or just share all the happy times, so I've come up with some facts about who I am (so far).

1. I'm very sarcastic and sometimes even cynical in my thinking.
2. Although I am those things I try to find the good in everyone.
3. I trust until someone proves they can't be trusted and I have a very hard time trusting that person after that.
4. I find humor in almost everything (not tragedy though, by any means)
5. I learned a long time ago not to gossip and if I'm not comfortable telling someone how I feel to their face then I don't talk about it behind their back.
6. I don't know if I believe in being in-love, I believe that it takes work to live with another person and that love evolves into a greater feat of human strength.
7. I think that the love I have for my children is unexplainable and have an irrational fear of being taken away from them.
8. I have depression and take meds for it. I have very strong feelings about getting help for this condition and if you needs meds then by all means, take them! (Sorry Tom Cruise)
9. I have very few girlfriends and always wished that weren't the case. But I do have one of the greatest best friends anyone could hope for and she is a girl!
10. I've never understood why I haven't had close girlfriend relationships. It could be because I don't enjoy shopping, I LOVE football and would rather be watching the game than in the kitchen (not sure how that tradtion was started but it's a dumb one), I don't do drama (at all!), I think you should tell someone how you feel and then get over it and just accept each other because life is too short. (these are just a few reasons but I think I'm on to something)
11. I used to be very organized but am struggling with this now for some reason. I blame my husband - it has to be his fault somehow.
12. I sometimes secretly wish I could just spend a week at a hotel by myself, so I can rejuvenate my mind and soul.
13. I'm not perfect, won't claim to be and I want people to be able to relate to me. Which is why I don't like Martha Stewart, who has the time to do all that fussy crap she does?

Well, that's about it for now. I will write stories on here that are happy and some that aren't. I don't want others to try and fix my messes because that's God's job but I do appreciate advice and encouraging comments always. I love being a part of this world that is BLOG.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Look What I Got!



I received this award from Tim Thompson from his Fort Thompson blog! Since I'm new to blogging I am so honored to have been mentioned by him. He has very funny and sweet stories about his beautiful family that I truly enjoy reading. (And I'm not just saying that because he gave me an award!) Also, since I'm new I have no idea how to link to his blog as I've seen done on others blogs so I'll just post his blog address: http://fortthompson.blogspot.com/

Thanks Tim!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Yes, I would like some cheese with my whine!

How the heck am I supposed to get of a rut when I keep being submerged in it? I know everyone is having money trouble but I DON'T WANT ANY MORE TROUBLE! I've had 2 calls today from collection agencies and no, I do not talk to them. I have a theory that whomever invented voicemail had strict intentions of avoiding these asinine people. They call and say "It's very important that you return my phone call" and they even have the audacity at times to use your first name as if they were calling on friendly terms. Not only did I receive these pleasant phone calls today but I also happened upon Oprah Winfrey's show today. Let me just say this, I used to like her very much and I still respect that she does very good things- but for Pete's sake, how many self-improvement shows can someone do? Damn, if I had her money then there wouldn't be a problem that taking off and ending up on a beach wouldn't cure. Today's show was all about finances and how people could save money in this tough economy. I'm sorry but the irony of Oprah's wealth and her having a discussion on how I can penny pinch my way to wealth wasn't wasted on me. I think I was a penny pincher in a past life I'm so accustomed to it and frankly Oprah, you're shows give me anxiety.
I hope I speak for all penny pinchers everywhere when I say "Kiss my penny pinching butt Oprah!"

Saturday, January 31, 2009

From Room of Doom to Room of Va Va Va Voom!


Before


After

Can I get a Whoop Whoop and a Hell Yeah?!
I spent ALL day getting this room together and I am exhausted. Instead of a room of doom, I now have a play area for the kids. Note: they were NOT allowed to play in it when I was done, it's the principal of the thing. After organizing my brains out I wasn't ready to have anything taken back out. I won't be crazy forever, just a couple of weeks and then I should be able to let the kids back in there. He he...
I know I have issues, I'm like that though, after I clean the kitchen, I don't want to cook. After I clean the bathrooms, if I see a drop of boy-urine on the toilet or around the toilet I will let them know about it and yes, there are certain towels that shouldn't be man-handled and thrown on the floor. After I wash the sheets, I HAVE to take a shower and my husband will need to do the same (on my request). This isn't after just picking up clean, it's after clean cleaning, the scrubbing kind and I don't see a problem at all with how I handle it, it's perfectly normal! Right?

Friday, January 30, 2009

And the Winner is...


LOGAN!!!

I am so proud to announce that my son has won a Perserverance Award and was one of 2 kids in his class to have this honor. Each class had to pick 2 students that have shown perserverance throughout the year thus far. When his teacher Mrs. Garren announced his name she said that he worked hard in class no matter what was going on in the classroom. Did I say I was proud? He is such a great kid and I feel so blessed that God chose me to raise him!

Thursday, January 29, 2009

I Need To Dance, I Need Friends

As life goes along, people often go in and out of our lives for various reasons. This happens to all of us, as we get older. I am very lucky to have had the same best friend since Middle School and we have stayed in touch with each other through everything. She's always lived miles away in different states and we've always remained very close. I feel so very blessed to have her. I'm a pretty independent person and I like to be alone, but at the same time I'm hard wired for being social and going out, having fun and laughing with friends. My best friend and I lived to go out dancing when we were younger and just recently my husband rented Mamma Mia and it reminded me of that time. A strange thing happened after I watched it - I got sad. Usually when I watch a musical it makes me feel good and happy but not this time. Mamma Mia is a fun movie (weird at times, I think it was the casting but I digress), in it my favorite song plays - Dancing Queen. That scene made me think about how I used to dance and have fun so much more often. It made me miss having friends to go out with and being the "Dancing Queen". It's not that I'm just miserable or anything, I love my family so much and I know that my life is by far much more full than I could ever imagine. I just don't want to miss out on the silly girl fun that I don't get much of these days.
I know people that are absolutely fine without a lot of friends in their life (my hubby for one) but I'm just not wired that way. I need friends and I need to be social, I need to dance!!!

Saturday, January 24, 2009

SO Proud!

I'm bursting with happiness over someone in my family winning an award. I can't say what type of award yet or who it is because it's a surprise to that person and just in case the little smarty pants wanders in snooping, I wouldn't want to spoil it. I'll just say he's small but not the smallest!(he he)
When I found out about it, I wasn't feeling particularly great because of just personal junk mucking up my mojo. It's funny how God shows up at just the right moments!
It left me feeling that even if I never do anything else in my whole life, the fact that I'm a mom who takes that responsibility seriously and loves my children beyond anything I ever thought I could love another human being, will be the most important thing and the greatest thing I'll ever do.
I often get sad when I watch the news and hear horror stories about what adults and even parents do to their children. I look at my boys and can't fathom how someone coud ever mistreat a child. I worry about every move they make, pray over them and worry some more. I watch these stories about abuse or neglect and worse and get so angry at these people.
I hope I can be the kind of mother that will raise my children to not just win awards but who will really be good people. I hope that when they will have children, they show them the same love and protection that Matt and I have shown them.
I am so proud of both my boys! More about the award at a later time!

Friday, January 23, 2009

The Sensitive Type


I just had to share this because it was one of those moments with my child that made me love him even more than ever. (if that's possible)
My 4 yr old Holden has been sick and yesterday we just watched TV (because that's what you do when your sick). Well, the movie Air Bud was on and we decided to watch it since he loves movies with dogs in them and I'd actually never seen it. (not sure how, maybe Logan was too small when it 1st came out)
Anyhow, if you've seen it, then you're familiar with the part towards the end when the little boy has to give Bud back. If not, just recall any movie with a dog in it and they either die or the child has to return it. Either way, there will be a reason to bawl your head off. Well, my little sensitive son jumps in my lap with his head down, trying his hardest not to cry. I start asking him if the movie is making him sad and he shakes his head yes (still not looking at me). We have a dog too, a Boxer named Laila (get it?) and I begin to figure out that he is just really in touch with what it would feel like to have to say goodbye to a pet. I ask him if it's making him sad because he wouldn't want to give Laila away and let me tell you - the water works begin and my poor little boy is just racked with sobs. It broke my heart but at the same time I felt almost proud that he was so in touch with his feelings because now I'm not alone! I just held that baby trying to soothe him, telling him that Bud was coming back to help the little boy win the big game! When he saw Bud run back in, he started crying all over again! - That's my boy!
I'll just enjoy these moments since that stuff probably won't fly when he gets older. I'm trying to picture his father blubbering over Air Bud - um... nope, not a great visual. But for right now, my little Holden can cry his eyes out and I'll cry right along with him!

Thursday, January 22, 2009

New Blog Music!

I am still trying to figure out how to better personlize this blog of mine, so when I figured out how to post music I got so excited!
The 1st 2 songs are really the ones I identify with the most because I LOVE to dance.
The song "I hope you dance" has more meaning since that is what my theme for this blog is... enjoy life and live it! It's what I tell my kids and hope they take the advice throughout their lives. Unfortuantely, it's advice I'm still trying to grasp on to, but it's never too late!
Updates on my 2009 to do list: I LOVE doing random acts of kindness everyday for others. (even if I do know them - they don't mind) I don't go around telling everyone either, it's just a conscious decision I make on a daily basis and it really helps in times when it would be easier to get frustrated at someone to just smile and be kind anyway. Or, if you can tell someone is having a rough day, just asking them if there's anything you can do will cause them to pause and take a breath. It's a beautiful thing!
So far, this month as a family our "new" thing we're doing is playing the Wii together. (so much fun!) But the new is wearing off so on to February. It's difficult because Matt works so much until after April.(he's a trust tax accountant!)
I'll figure something out though!
So far the thing I've been doing for myself and not feeling guilty about is reading. Even though that may not sound like something to feel guilty about, if you have kids and like to read, the only time you can pick up a book is when they're asleep and by then I'm so tired.
Still working on the rest!
God Bless and remember to Live Well, Laugh Often and Love Much!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Prayers for Baby Harper

I don't know this family personally but I feel like I do. (somehow God ties us all together through any means nessecary to serve His purpose) I believe we have all been brought to this blog for a reason.
I can't post anything else until I request prayers for this little girl. She is receiving many prayers from so many people but a few more won't hurt! She is just so precious and her pictures remind me so much of when Holden was hooked up to all that stuff, looking helpless and me just wanting to hold him so desperately. I know what Kelly (her beautiful mom) must be feeling and I pray for her to have peace during this difficult time. Just click on the button to visit her site and see how beautiful Harper is! God is GOOD and I am believing that she will be healed.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Exhaustion, Depression and Hormones, OH MY!

Let me start this by saying I know a little of what Sybil must've felt like, with all those personalities rolling around in her head and all. Maybe instead of a story about a poor abused girl who grew into a woman with a gajillion different people running amok in her brain, it was really just an exaggerated version of a fairly normal woman with her hormones running amok.

Let's see, my personalities consist of "Sally Sweet" - for about a week or so I'm the sweetest, nicest mom and wife you'd ever want to meet. I don't mind cleaning, I love cooking and have a giddy up in my step that catapults me out the door to run the many errands that help maintain this household. But only for a week (at the most).
Then there is "Lonely Lil'"- for a little more than a week I feel sorry for myself that I have very few friends and no one calls me to see how I am. I only have my children to talk to and they are little men of few words. I become introverted during this time and don't call anyone myself because I think no one likes me.
And how about "Betty Boredom" - after the last week I become bored with the pity party and my home life and have all this anxious energy I can't expunge because Lonely Lil' didn't call any of her friends for a week! So I take out my frustration on my poor husband because it's probably some how all his fault.
Finally we wrap up this ecclectic group with the super power of all - "Hormonal Hattie". She is the worst and I don't know how my family survives her rantings of lunacy. This is the girl that shows up before the period. (sorry if there are fellas reading this but I'm sure even some of you will understand) Hormonal Hattie for some reason doesn't really look out for the well being of others and rational behavior goes out the window. She thinks that she is entitled to be pissed off at nothing in peticular and has the right to cry for no reason. The people around Hattie sometimes don't understand that it's best to leave this creature alone and let the beast remain as quiet as possible. Without meaning to, the people around her will trip over Hattie while she sits simmering in whatever made her angry at that moment, unleashing the beast within. The beast will always spare her children but the man will be eaten alive.
This is my apology to that man and my appreciation that he endures all these personalities because he loves me. My advice is to enjoy Sally Sweet because there are only about 2 days left.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Have you ever?

-Have you ever fought a package, trying to open it all by yourself for like, 10 minutes or so, then realizing you could just get a pair of scissors and have it open in 3 seconds?
-Have you ever looked for the remote control for 20 minutes before realizing you could just walk up to the television and change the channel?
-Have you ever tripped over an object that was invisible and then continued looking for it because you couldn't have been that clumsy?
-Have you ever seen someone wave to you and then wave back only to discover that they were actually waving to the person standing behind you? (don't be embarrassed, you didn't know them anyway!)
-Have you ever been talking to someone in a very noisy situation trying to be louder than the noise, and then suddenly the noise stops and you end up yelling something very loudly that you would rather not have the whole world hearing?
-Have you ever called someone by the wrong name for a whole day before someone tells you that's not their name? (and the person you were doing that to never says a word!)
-Have you ever run into someone you know only you can't remember their name and your standing next to your spouse unable to introduce them?
(WOMEN ONLY)- Have you ever left the house without make-up, looking like you just rolled out of bed and then run into an old friend you haven't seen in years?
-Have you ever walked around all day with something in between your teeth and no one tells you!

There are many more "have you evers" but my point in this is that no matter what walk of life we come from, who we are, who we know, etc., there are things that we ALL have in common. So the next time you are out among all the people and someone has rubbed you the wrong way or you find yourself feeling out of place, remember that no one escapes these experiences! Be kind to others, Phillipians 2:3 - Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.
Have a blessed day!

I Heart Faces Contest

Here is my 1st entry for a cute fun little contest that lets you show off your favorite photos. Just click on the I heart faces button. My entry speaks for itself. Everyone that doesn't live with us always comments on how quiet and shy he seems...
















Saturday, January 10, 2009

Sendentary Saturdays


I have so much to do that I literally can't get myself up to do it. There is the "room of doom", (the room in our house that holds everything we don't know what to do with yet and when people come over we close the door. As if that will be the magic that makes it all disappear.) It used to be Holden's old bedroom but when the boys started sharing a room, all the toys went there and haven't come out of hiding since. My own bedroom is an atrocity of stuff that we can't fit into the room of doom. I have good intentions but you know what they say about that road. Well, I feel like I'm in it - hell, that is. On my list I have said that I need to organize my house, so why when I have a whole Saturday don't I take the opportunity and tackle some of these things? Well, I don't know is the short answer and the long answer is also "I don't know" and believe me, the longer I sit around not being able to figure out what my problem is the longer the list of to do's becomes. I go into the room of doom and just stare at everything piling up on the floor - and then I leave, closing the door behind me. Ta Da! I made it disappear.
Look at the picture, isn't it neat how many containers I have and there is even an organization unit in the corner! Wow, maybe I can put them to good use today, or next Saturday perhaps!

Friday, January 9, 2009

Oh my Sooners!

I can't believe how sad I can get over a football game! I thought they played really well even though they didn't win. I have to say that it is ridiculous how many things were NOT called on the Gators. I know I sound like a sore loser (which I am) but seriously! And the announcers, my gosh! If I weren't watching the game and only listening to it, I wouldn't have known the Sooners were even on the field, UGH! They couldn't get off how "great" those Gators were. Whatever, I happen to think that 5 consecutive games with over 60 points is pretty "great" as well!!!

I had to vent on this one before I got on with my day. I still and will always love my Sooners!

Boomer Sooner!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Things I now understand as an adult that I was oblivious to as a child


I sometimes wish for the innocence of childhood especially when I watch my own children. It made me think about how different life is approached as we get older. It is way less complicated to be a child and it's funny how as a child we can't wait to get older. I have a list of things I now understand about my parents and other adults that I didn't have a clue of as a child.

1. Money really doesn't grow on trees and just because you have checks (or checkcard now) doesn't mean you have any money.
2. Having all the lights on in the house is problematic.
3. Having brand new shoes on doesn't make you run any faster. (but I am so glad mom let me think it did-I've passed that one on)
4. Making good grades is important and will make a difference.
5. Running with scissors or any other sharp object is very dangerous.
6. Playing in the street is actually not a good idea.
7. Being more upset over your child getting hurt than they are makes perfect sense.
8. Hanging out with the right friends is very important and will make a difference in who you become.
9. You really can't fly even with a super cool cape on fashioned from a blanket.
10. Television does fry your brain. (and if you sit too close you might not lose your vision but will have a really bad headache)
11. Your face won't stay that way when making a funny face, but it will annoy if done over and over again.
12. Playing outside is good for you and keeps you from getting fat and lazy.
13. Knowing where your child is every minute is not a form of punishment but is being a good parent.
14. Being one of the "popular"kids in school won't make a bit of difference in the real world.
15. I really don't think I have ever used Algebra.
16. Some "music" really does sound like it comes from the devil.
17. The "oldies" are goodies.
18. It's ok to buy your clothes from Wal-Mart or Target because labels are ridiculous.
19. You can make your parents crazy.
20. Being brought up to know the Lord is a gift.

...and I'm sure there are so many more.

I love knowing now things I didn't know then and isn't it interesting that the same wisdom will be passed on and on from our children to theirs. (let's hope!)

God Bless!