Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Thursday, December 13, 2007

12 days until Christmas

entangled


The race is on. My list is long and well long

Friday, December 07, 2007

Four

Four jobs I have had in my life:
1. Mom!
2. Sales Associate
3. Telemarketer
4. Graphics Operator for a little bitty TV station


Four places I have lived:
1. Little Elm TX
2. Albuquerque, NM
3. Midland TX
4. Cabot AR

Four places I have been on vacation.
1. San francisco CA
2.Lake Jackson TX
3. San Antonio, TX
4. Washington DC

Four of my favorite foods:
1. cheese enchiladas
2. lasagna
3. steak - medium rare
4. CHOCOLATE

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. the beach
2. New Zealand
3. Tuscany
4. Provence

Tag 4
1. LL
2. Catey
3 Robyn
4 IDK

RIP dear Anne

My friend passed from this world to the next yesterday.

God be with Anne's sister Paulette and their entire family

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Oddities

It's been an odd day around here.

I have been waiting to hear news of a birth and a death.

One friend is expecting her thirday baby - she was born late this morning. And, around the world, another friend is dying from cancer.

A beautiful life ravaged by a terrible disease and a new life just waiting to begin clean and fresh.

Up on the Housetop - or not

It's December 5th according to my little pagenote computer thingy. It is TWO weeks since Thanksgiving. Until today, it has not begun to look a lot like Christmas around here.

Instead, the house is still a barren sty mess.

But I made an inroad today. I untangled the lights that go along the front walk AND a strung the net lights (eric was right - and I put it in writing - we DO actually need two boxes of net lights for the front window bushes.

Hopefully tonight, we can get the tree up and the decorations on it.

I also got the wreath hung on the front door.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Is This Love?

The past week or two, well since I went back to work - part time at Bath and Body Works. I have been doing a lot of thinking. On my second or third day of "real" work (like the chores and laundry and meals aren't work) Eric brought me a cute coke in a little round snowglobe type bottle. He took the kids shopping for things to make dinner and he saw these little bottles and knew I loved them.

I was touched. I mean really really touched that he thought of me and bought me snow globe coke.

I was joking with some one later that - after thirteen years - romance can be summed up buy $1 bottle of coke with a fat bearded guy on it.

we laughed.

That made me think though - and that is romance. He thought about me and did something nice for me just because he knew I'd like it.

Romance is not about sun set strolls on the beach hand and hand - well it us but there aren't many beaches here in Dallas. Romance isn't a hot air balloon ride or boquets of flowers

Romance is the little things.

It's the getting up with the puking kid at 2 AM.

It's the heart cut into a slice of toast or the bag of reece's peanut butter cups you don't have to share.

It's picking up a mini of his favorite ice cream - even though it's $4 - just because it's his favorite and then sharing the ice cream while watching Grey's Anantomy.

It's the silly little things that make me glad I said yes all those years ago.

I guess, that Is indeed love.

Monday, November 26, 2007

He's the Man

1. Who is your man? Eric

2. How long have you been together? I20 years (including dating) last week

3. How long did you date?7 years almost

4. How old is your man? He'll be 38 in December

5. Who eats more? I think the 12 year old has a corner on this one now

6. Who said "I love you" first? He did

7. Who is taller? He is

8. Who sings better? neither of us

9. Who is smarter? I can retain more useless information he is more logically inclined

10. Whose temper is worse? Mine is more frequent but when he gets mad he is REALLLLLLLY Mad

11. Who does the laundry? Me and ONLY me!!

12. Who takes out the garbage? The middle kid does

13. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? He does.

14. Who pays the bills? him

15. Who is better with the computer? He gets paid to be a computer guy so HIM

16. Who mows the lawn? me - it's good cardio

17. Who cooks dinner? Mostly me but he has since I've been working nights

18. Who drives when you are together?Him

19. Who pays when you go out? Whoever pulls out the debit card.

20. Who is most stubborn? it depends

21. Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? him

22. Whose parents do you see the most? Mine

23. Who kissed who first? He kissed me

24. Who asked who out? I did. I needed an escort to a quince. So I called him - he had to ask a family friend who I was - but he said yes because a date was a date and he liked blondes LOL.

25. Who proposed? He did. I got my first pay check and insisted I take him out. He'd already planned to take me out. he was waiting for the right time to do it so he kept the ring in it's box inside his shoes. He took me to a garden and proposed. Just after I said yes, the SP's came by and chased us off.

26. Who is more sensitive? It depends on the situation

27. Who has more friends? Me - because I'll talk to anyone - though he's more extroverted once he gets to know someone.

28. Who has more siblings? we each have one

29. Who wears the pants in the family? It depends on the situation - I'm the meaner parent but the big decisions we make together

Friday, November 16, 2007

chairfull of sweet.jpg


Today starts the holiday rush. The big boys get out of school for the week.

I had to stop and think where this year has gone. In the blink of an eye 2007 is spending it's days. Before we know it it will be 2008.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

It's a hairy situation

and the long and the short of it pertain to my 12 year old.

I spent two hours yesterday debating the vice principal over the size of the hole in my son's jeans and the length of his hair.

It seems two inches of knee is considered sexually distracting.

If I were a brave woman I'd google knee fetishes but honestly, I am afraid of what I'll find. So yeah, we're not even going there.

and then the hair issue came up.

The kneenazi thinks that my child's hair is too long and it should be cut to conform with her standards.

One of us can read for comprehension because nowhere in the our district guidelines does it say that the district may determine an appropriate length of a child's hair. Hair however must be neat and tidy. Further in the book it say principals may relax certain rules but they may not strengthen the rules.

In all honesty - my child is a good student. He's respectful. he's in general a good kid.

There are far more pressing issues in this school that need attention than my child's knees.

Pregnant 11 and 12 year olds - yes do something about that

Kids getting in fights over stupid things - yes deal with that

Kids disrespecting their teachers - hell yeah - punish those kids.

but leave my kid's hair alone

Monday, November 05, 2007

People suck

i mean really.

Some people just suck the life out of me - suck.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

It's the end of the month

the last day of Octoberso here are some random October images

October is a time for pumpkins

multicolored gourds

and a time for hay fights

throwing hay

more pumpkins

pumpkins up to the rafters

campouts

Here's Joey

and sppoky sights

feeling kind of funny

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Middle Meme

1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
2. Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
3. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
4. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog


Mine is easy: ELIZABETH

E = emotional. I am and thats all there is to it

L - loud - I have three kids - I need to be LOUD

I = interesting

Z= zany

A able

B blonde

E excitable

T - tense

H happy

Life behind bars

Life skills - how to break out of jail

He's twelve.

The dr. Jeckeyll and Mr. Hyde years are beginning. One minute we are so proud of his thinking skills and the way he's maturing. The next, we wonder where the heck his brain is.

One minute we are happy to see him striking out on his own, blazing his own path. In a moment that happiness is gone when I realze he's no longer my baby boy and sooner than I'd like to admit he'll be on his own. That makes my heart hurt

I used to think that the woman in I Love You foreer was a real wacko now I know, soon enough I'll long for the days when I could rock his cares away and see his sweet sleeping face.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

My New Blog goal

100 posts for 2007 by November 15.

Can we do it?

Yes we can.

Okay no more Bob the Builder.

The letter I should have written in June

but I didn't but will now.

Dear Charles,

You are twelve. for twelve years now, you and I have walked this moer/son road together. You are the child that made me a mother, then a mom and now a mom - sometimes said with exasperation and contempt. In addition to the rand McNally stretch marks on my once flat belly you have made me a large part of who I am. You were the one who got me out of bed at 2 AM and could make me read "just one more story book because my eyes still aren't sleepy". You are the one I learn from this motherhood thing from. You are the one blazing my parenting trail - make the path easier for your brothers. You are the one who made me glad to be the mother of a son and not a daughter. You are my first born son.

Twelve things I love about you

1. As much as I was not fond of your long hair, I love why you grew it out. I love the quiet way you take a stand.

2. I love your quirky, sometimes sarcastic (no clue where you got that from) sense of humour.

3 . The way you call your brothers midgets makes me laugh - when I shouldn't. even though we admonish you for it - we inwardly laugh.

4. I love that even though you are a cool big kid now, you still bring me flowers that you picked - hopefully not from other people's yards.

5. I enjoy watching you become more sure of yourself and your abilities.

6. I am proud of the way, even though it kind of hurts my heart, that you are starting to show you can be independent and can make good decisions.

7. I love the sparkle in your green/brown eyes.

8. I delight in the fact that a good fat book is all you need to amuse yourself.

Innocence?


9. I love watching your imagination come to life

10. The Die Tinky winky song 'nuff said

11. I love that you can make omletes

12 I love the way you love your younest brother - the one you hoped would be a girl.

and one more to grow on

I am glad you are a boys and have way bigger feet than me already so you can never ever borrow my shoes.

Love,
Mom

Monday, October 15, 2007

Ask a Stupid Question

Good rainy Monday morning.

Instead of taking our morning excursion to the park, Joey and I are home watch PBS. PBSkid's Sprouts used to show stuff (mean me) liked. Now it's endless hours of Barney, I hate Barney with a putrid purple passion. "I love you" uh yeah bite me pedophile boy.

So PBS it is.

Curios George is up next yet.

Some day I'll learn that my child is the product of his raising and has an answwer to every question.

I asked Joey "How does curios George sound?" meaning how about we watche George?

The answer I got?

Monkey sounds and a a dance.,

Indeed a monkey does sound like OOo eeeeoooh ohh ahhhhhhhhhh ah ah.

Some day I'll learn.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Changes I don't like

Yesterday, I spent a little time on the Dark Side. I volunteered at my middle son's school at the semi-annual book fair. I hate the PTA. I hate the way they do business. I hate the Steppford cliqueness they always seem to have - I HATE the PTA. But that's not the change I am talking about. I am talking about the change in class language.

We were helping kids make their wish lists at the Book Fair. When the kids would line up the teacher didn't call them "boys and girls" "children" or even "students". she called them "friends". Children in other classes were Mrs./Mr. So and So's "Friends". I asked one of the other volunteers what the deal with the creepy "friends" bit was. The principal has determined in her infinite wisdom that calling the kids "students", "children" or even "boys and girls" is harming to the children. Friends is more gender neutral.

Excuse me?

Gender NEUTRAL?

Also gone are the words "be quiet", "Simmer down" and anything else askimg for silence and listening. To gin a class' attention noiw the teacher (or libriarian) must clap a rhythmic clap which the "young friends" return to show they are ready to listen.

"Be quiet" and the like are listed on an inapproprate words list.

Honestly. To call a child by their gender and ask them to sit down, be quiet and listen to the paid teachers is harming to the esteem of a child?

Somebody needs to stop smoking crack and the bong water needs to be changed.

Color me crazy, but I am not concerned about harming my eight year old's gender identity. I was there when he was born with ten fingers, ten toes and a penis, that he was proud to show, in perfect working order. What I am concerned with is quality of learning that my child receives. I care that he is learning to add, subtract, multiply and divide. I care that he's learning to write a complete sentence and paragraph. I care that he's learning how tou use the dictionary and encyclopedia. we send our kids to school to learn to follow instructions and interact with others. I have never been to a business meeting where some one got their feeling because they were asked to take their seats and be quiet so the meeting could start. I would be appalled that some one had to clap a beat to get the room's attention.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Seasons - they are a changing

and sometimes change is good.

brown edges


soon enough fall will really be here. The crispness in the air will match the bright blue sky. fall and it's gold shades will blend into brown as the world goes to sleep.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Promises Made

Promises Promises Promises.

promises might be broken. I promised myself I'd take more time write on this thing. The number of posts by me in the the last four months is horrid. It was a birthday resolution - like exercising and losing weight that has so far been a big fat stinkin' lie.

My goal is 15 posts in October.

That should be simple. right?

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

So much for keeping this thing updated

Not much going on here. we are starting our month from hell this weekend.

too bad ebay doesn't sell transporters so we can get from place to place easily. with the flick of a wrist.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

The Catch of the day

The Tortilla Method
otherwise known as how Charles catches fish.

1. Get some bait - the liver the better

bait

Then you take pieces of dry cold tortilla and drop them in the water. Observe where the fish pop up and drop your line. wait patiently.

dropping a line

The plan works!

what he caught

Charles and the catch of the day - he had to throw it back because it was 1/4 inch too small.

charles and his perch

trying to get back in the water - once the fish heard he was free he couldn't wait to get back in the water.

trying to get back in the

Actually, Charles refused to touch him so his mother had to put the fish back in the lake.

Monday, August 27, 2007

It's the First Day of School!

apples in a row/


It's a time for new beginnings. clean binders and fresh sheets of paper and unsharpened pencils and poiunty crayins went to school today. Minds will be opened. Knowledge will be imparted.

But. most importantly there is NO FIGHtiNG at my house.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

How to Take a Christmas Card Photo - or Not

Did y'all know Christmas is 4 months and three days away? Time to start thinking about that christmas card photo

Trying to get three kids and a dog (Because she needed to be in the shots too) to look the same way is like trying to give a cat a pill.


Brothers Three

attempt 1

YAY! It's almost Christmas (oh dear )

it was thiiiiiiiiiis big

Notice the dog creeping in - she wants to be in the card this year too.

can we all look at the camera please

we'll look anywhere BUT at mom - notice the dog tail

still no

What kids? I didn't see any kids. I need to be in the card shot too mom (this one cracks me up)\

what kids????

Make sure you get my best side mom - hey what's that laughing sound?

you kids aren't important - it's all about ME!

Rabi SIT down!

I am sure MOm wants ME in the picture

then the karate chopping started - nothing says "Peace on Earth" like karate chop to your brother's head.

everyone move that way
This should have been my cue to stop

the dog wants in the shot

but I didn't this is getting close

three boys

Nope

brothers three and a dog

Then Joey saw a butterfly and took off and Tommy needed a drink (so did I of the adult variety) and the dog had to bark at the mailman. We took a break

Monday, August 20, 2007

Y'all know what time it is?????

It's time for me to start thinking about what is going IN my christmas cards.

I know it's still August and it's hot. But, seriously, it's almost time for christmas. October will be here before we know it. Then comes november and the Christmas rush is on. So NOW is the time to prepare.

Before Boy Scout popcorn and halloween even hit rest assured i'll be making my list, checking it twice and getting the ultimate christmas card shot.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

sweet summer swigftly slides into september

How can this be?

It is almost September - time for school to jump into high gear. Time for Scouts and religous ed swimming and all soerts of other commitments.

As i glanced out the calendar. I stop and wonder where has summer gone? It seems just like yesterday that we headed into June with the promise of lazy days ahaead of us. Now they are almost all behind us.

Sunkissed Charles


Sunkissed Charles
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
Here it is.

August.

As of today, there are only 17 days until school starts and summer slips by into fall.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Today's Love Thursday - contentment

content


Little boy, may your life always be this carefree and happy.

May you know all the love you feel in this picture now and always.

May your days be sunny and bright.

May you always be sweet and kind.

May you always be content.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

What Are You Thinking Little Boy.


Joey in Sepia
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
What secret thoughts lie behind your eyes.

What thoughts are you thinking?

What things are you dreaming of?

What does your future hold?

Can you tell me?

Are you dreaming of knights and ferocious dragon battles?

Or, is it dreams chasing dragon flies in a field of flowers?

Are you traveling through time and space?

Did you just cross the finish line in a race?

What are you thinking little boy?

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Bloody Hell!

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I am cleaner than LL? Whoddathinkit.

When, in the course of human events


Old Glory and Charles
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
Today is our nation's birthday. The idea that became the United States of America celebrated it's 231st anniversary of being. On July 4, 1776, our nation, and the dreams of freedom we have now were born when a few men had the courage to stand up and depose a tyrant, knowing that should they fail the result was death.

These brave men had the courage to say yes to freedom and no to taxation without representation, conscription, unlawful improsnment and death at the hands of Mad King George. witha few words "when in the course of human events...." words started a war. Before a single shot was fired. Our founding fathers stood up and took a stand to make us the land of the free and the home of the brave. They knew this would not be an easy fight. They knew blood would be shed and lives taken. They knew that anything worth fighting for was not free. Yet they did it. They signed the declaration and started a war for freedom and independence.

Today I look at my three sons. They sat on Idependence parkway and watched the parade float, march and drive past them. They stood, without prompting and saluted our flaag as it went past and they yellowed out thank you as our veterans drove past. I watched some one elses's sons and daughters march or ride past with the American Legion dressed in their military uniforms. I got chills as people stood up and saluted our flag and as they thanked those who fought to defend our freedoms that Declaration of Independence gave us.

I got teary and touched the rosary I carry in my pocket as a car carrying three Gold Star Mothers passed. These women smiled and waved and greeted paradegoers with "Happy 4th of July" I took a moment to say a prayer of thanks for these women who's children have bought our freedom with their lives. It is these women we too must thank on Independence Day. Their sons lives helped pay for our continued freedom from tyrany, terrorism and conscription. and secured the ideals of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness with their blood. These women are just as brave as their sons and daughters

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Wet Revenge


Wet Revenge
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
what happens to a boy who spashes his mother on purpose

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Yes Virginia, There IS Sun in Texas


sunny faces
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
Finally, after days and days of "maybe we need to consider an ark" rains, we had day of sun. We woke up to blue skies and a bright golden, glowing orb on the sky.

The kids spent most of the afternoon out of doors. enjoying the beauty that we hadn't had in a long long time.

Monday, June 25, 2007

MY Oldest Son - the trouble has only JUST begun.

My oldest child thinks he's suave. He thinks he's cool. He thinks he's sexy in the way that only 12 year old boyc can be sexy. To be honest, I didn't think 12 year olds could BE sexy. But he assures me he is indeed sexy.

We're all for self esteem and having a good sense of body image.

Apparently girls his age find him sexy as well.

We went to our neighborhood's pool night last Saturday for a Neighborhood Night at the Movies. Charles saw some of his buddies at schools and sat by them. He was happy. I was happy. Two girls saw him and got all excited. I overheard one of the girls scanning the scene and telling her her Friend that Charles was there - he's so cute let's go sit by him.

He was happy.

His friends were happy

The wonton hussy girls were happy.

I was so not happy.



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Question of the day

When will I ever learn to say NO! instead of "I'll do it?

and

Ehy does Hermione Granger look like manly girl in the HP movie thingy <-------------?

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Love is letting your kids wallow in mud like pigs


DSC_0004.JPG
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
Over the past week, I have received numerous comments on these pictures.

People congratulating me on being a good enough mother to let my kids play in the mud.

If allowing my kids to play in the mud, thus leaving me alone for ten minutes or fight with each other for ten minutes makes me a good mother, well I'll take that.

But I have been thinking, why is this so shocking? Why is letting kids wallow in mud like pigs so shocking these days.

I don't have the answer but my boys love dirt and bugs and worms. The love squirmy critters and playing pirates on the lawn furniture or pool toys.

I "allow" this type of behavior because they give me a few minutes peace to post on my blog or clean the bathroom or mop the floor or whatever else it is good mothers do.

Play like this also allows them to build their imaginations and think forthemselves, something video games and talking toys don't.

Also, they are kids, children. They are not accountants or whatever in training, they are not adults in Children's Place clothing. They should be out getting dirty, making mud pies, building forts out of tents and catching bugs.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

The Lazy Days of Summer

seem to have slipped us by. june 1 was just last Friday and here we are. We are as busy as we were when school was in session.

We spent the weekend at Rusk State Park with Charles' Boy Scout Troop. After a wrong turn or 20, we got to the park early early June 2. We set up camp, got a few hours sleep and then headed for the train depot where we rode this:

.

We got back Sunday - through a torrential downpour. It rained here all weekend but we were blessed by a rain free weekend in east Texas.

Monday, Tommy started Summer School to help him grasp a few areas where he struggled last year. He's enjoying it.

Charles is also working on Algebra at home. He'll be taking a credit by exam test in August so he can hopefully skip re Algebra and Algebra this next school year. Together we are diving into polynomials, quadratic equations and x=y=z. I am amazed at how well he's doing. I am amazed how quickly it is coming back to me.

Joey is being Joey. He's enjoying having playmates.

Saturday, eric and I fly to San Francisco. eight days of child free activities.

We've been swimming



and sun bathing

Friday, June 01, 2007

Today's Post brought to you by the Letter S

Soak starts with S.

Snack starts with S

so does so, sweat, sck and sweep.

But today, dear readers, the letter of the day stands for SUN and SUCKS.

Today, I depart on a two day campout with my son's Scout troop - also S words.

We are going to Rusk State Park to ride the Texas some thing train. The only steam engine train in operation in Texas - the kids call it the hogwarts express.

But the reason today's word is SUCK because I was awakened this morning my my monthly visit from my red headed aunt. THIS SUCKS.

SUCKS ROCKS and lemonade it does.

I want to lay down on the hot pavement and remove my uterus with a spoon (another s word)

I want to drink medicinal margaritas and eat choclate.

NO.

I get to sleep in a tent. On the ground.

I get to carry tampax in my pretty new day pack.

The troop has a no snack rule. That means no chocolate

That sucks.

And the weather man calls for rain not SUN this weekend.

I get to camp in the rain in the wet and bleed like a stuck pig.

Thar SUCKS!

Thursday, May 31, 2007

Mud Bath


DSC_0009.JPG
Originally uploaded by blondie478.
and to think, people pay hundreds of dollars to get spa treatments like this. Too bad getting them to take a real bath is never this easy.

creative hands


creative hands
Originally uploaded by blondie478.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

School's Out for Summer.

Today - at 1:05 PM the boys are officially out of school and on summer vacation. We're FREE - at least until August 27 when we celebrate THe Most Wonderful Day of the Year - back to school.

My poor children are neglected and abused really. Charles is taking advanced Math this summer and Tommy is in summer school for a month. I also have learning activities planned each day to keep their minds sharp. Ccharles also has a summer project to do for English. He was sonot happy to have homework over the summer for a class he hadn't even taken yet! He'll get over it.

For a few days anyway though - we're going to enjoy sleeping in. We'll enjoy the pool before it turns into over-sized bath water.

School's out for summer.

YEEHAW!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Nothing

I have nothing witty or funny to share.

Anger and frustration, yes.

Funny and witty - nope. For the most part it's been same song different day.

So Iguess I'll just share some photos





Monday, May 14, 2007

Lucky 13

Thirteen years ago today, I was a bride. A 22 year old woman, or so I thought, embarking down the peach rose petal strewn aisle to happily ever after. I would forever be a Mrs. I dreamed of 2.5 kids, a big sheep dog, a white picket fence and a big brick house on the hill, and both of us in careers. . I have the big brick house and a big dog, three kids - I'm not going to be the one to tell Joey he's a half. The only thing I don't have is the career. But eric and I have each other. Sure the first thirteen years have been rocky. We've been broke. We've been broker than broke. We've been aprt physically and sometime emotionally. He's had jobs he hated (read Computer Corner) but he kept because it paid the bills. There've been times I wanted to smother his sleeping body and leave his lifeless body out for bulk pick up. There have been times I am sure he dreamed of doing the same thing to me. We've known grief and loss, when we suffered through miscarriages. We've known great joy, when our three boys were born. We lost his mom (I was sad for him). We've dealt with his dad. We've been friends, lovers and each others best friend for 13 years.

Here are the thirteen reasons ( 156 would be a long long post) why I am still married to my husband

1. Together we made three beautiful boys.

2. You are good at math and I am not - so when it's math homeowrk time I can say - "go ask your father."

3. You laugh at my jokes

4. You, unlike other husbands don't care if I scrapbook - in fact you call and reserve a spot for me JUST because you know I need my sanity

5. You indulged my pregnancy cravings.

6. You went back to Kroger to exchange the granny smith apples when I craved gala apples and I cried because they were granny smith not gala.

7. You actually remember birthdays and anniversaries.

8. You bought me rose bushes for valentine's Day the year we bought our house so I could have roses all the time - not just once or twice a year.

9. Your beard tickles me on the back of the neck - and I love it.

10. You still try to scare me in the shower.

11. You set a good example for our boys as a man of faith

12 You iron

13. You still think I am as beautiful now as I was when we got married.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Happy Mother's Day

Today, my boys gae me a watch. I needed a new one. They made me waffles and sausage. They let Joey wake my up by prying my eyeballs open. Alll in all it was a good Mother's day at my house. My gift, a time piece, makes me think about time. Two of my mommy friends are spending this Mother's day without one of their children for the first time. They are being celebrated and, at the same time missing one of their children. I can't imagine anything as painful and heartbreaking.

so today, while I have the gift of time, my heart goes out to all of those mothers who wish for one thing - more time with their children.

Friday, May 11, 2007

My needs

I saw this on another blog and thought it would be fun to do....you goggle your name and needs and see what comes up

Mary needs to be freed from all this. (Well, I’ve been saying that for years).

Mary needs to feed the sheep (Is this the lamb at the school because I don't have sheep unless they count the children)

Mary needs to balance her ‘big picture’ thinking with someone with solid financial skills who can really take care of the nuts and bolts of doing busines (I could use a big picture)

Mary needs to determine the best day to work her magic. ... (thats what eric might be thinking.....)

Mary needs assistance in all activities because she has not had a bowel movement for six days (um no)

The Lizard

Today , when we were walking back home from our neighborhood play area, we passed a grassy area just beyond the basketball courts. A tree had fallen a while back and no one has removed it. Joey saw it and yelled out that he'd seen a lizard. I turned around looking to see if I saw a lizard. I followed where he was pointing and saw the log.

He's right. The log does look like a lizard.



He very cautiously decided he wanted to o up and take a closer look



He stopped before it and looked at it



The he touched it with his foot.



Then, he reched down and took a piece of bark err a scale from the lizard and brought it to me.



I of course waited safetly on the sidewalk, afrad anything alive and squirmy felt the need to slither past.