words. again. I am stuck on words today, and while i am stuck thinking about blogging about words, thank you Heather for being so supportive of my fetishes, ie for now blogging about words, and thank you to others, you know who you are, for you support of my RAMBLINGS, wow, you must really love me to keep coming back for more.
anyhow. i am definitely in a rambling mood. good thing this is not my only place to vent. and since my venting is on so many layers today i have something to say EVERYWHERE. wow, i need meds. so, here i am, it is the sabbath day, and i have enjoyed a beautiful meeting, a beautiful and refreshing and renewing sacrament, and now i find myself waking from a 5 hour nap with my brain firing. for anyone who doesn't know what that means: BE THANKFUL...and pray you never have to find out. seriously, pray. I WILL WAIT.
good, your back, and hopefully safe.
so. i had something to say about me and honesty. not really anything bad, but man, I am WAY to honest. WAY to much of the time. If you don't believe me, here goes...I honestly did tell Mr. B's home teaching supervisor last night that rubbing his wife's nipples would help her to stimulate labor. They (ie HE) sounded desperate. I mean, when your wife gets only 3 days from her due date, that constitutes desperation. Don't believe me, you have probably never been there. Yes, the HTS went running, so did Mr. B. But not before I mentioned something about looking it up on the internet, only to cause worse embarrassment as he was thinking nipple twisting was probably not two words that go well in your internet search engine.
if i were catholic that would merit a father forgive me moment. Being Mormon I think I am safe, well safe enough. I still have my calling, which is like a job in our church, which doesn't mean much, it just means they are still desperate.
I conducted today [Sunday] in Relief Society and to save any of you readers who are still reading from over share I will just stop at that. it wasn't as bad as last nights honesty, but close. i guess when you have lived my life you have a lot to say that people respond in shock and horror over. i don't know any different or any better. it is the only life i know, and i guess when lessons are taught from a holy errr than holy level, which tends to happen, most people don't realize just how bad things can get, and that families are forever sounds more like a threat to some people, and that it really doesn't make for an easy lesson to live through, when you know the things i learned early only in my life. lets just say my comments began with something to do with a wrecking ball, and the destruction of a childhood, and not really being a fan of live perfect and you have nothing to fear....i am not sure who i am tied to for eternity at this point, but i am thankful that the link goes back to adam and eve, and that i will somewhere find contentment with the sisters that i dearly love, enjoy, and appreciate, the sisters I meet with each week, my sisters, by family, my daughter, my cousins, dear aunts, grandmothers....i may not be their child....born into the covenant as they say, but somewhere i will be collected up and kept, i had two offers from sisters in Relief Society to take me if i am so orphaned in heaven, as here on earth.
phew, that was way to long, but to save me from having to go back, read and edit, i will just begin a new paragraph, and get to my point...hopefully you stopped reading too and just began again here. so...my point, yes, i have one. my cousin LeShel blogged about this baby making her butt look big, and my sister Suzie told me a funny this week about a kid asking a lady if a baby was growing in her stomach what was growing in her butt, so I blame both of you. Its not a bad blame, it is a THANK YOU because i had just the right words to deal with a circumstance at church today.
Here goes, yes, actually my point: At church many things happened today, of which I want to blog three.
1) after relief society i get my usual dose of sisters needing to report something and today was not unusual. I decided to handle it with flair. as the complaint was coming in about something that i had missed during the week, something that i should have handled/ie taken care of, remembered....deadlines. I don't understand deadlines at church, and being just a week shy of post-operative, and finally sober from the meds that I have been on, and still swollen, not bending well, just thankful that I was upright, and for girdles,,,,yes, thankful for girdles, which can hold in stuff that you need holding in I was able to look at this lady....ie the complainer, and just say in response to what I was missing that should have been/could have been done [certainly not life or death....i mean this is church, and it didn't have to do with food, oxygen, water or shelter, the essential essentials] and say...."Does this surgery make my butt look big."
Yes, that is my exact words. let me repeat: "Does this surgery make my butt look big."
she stopped. and i said sorry, i was just wondering. go on, what were you saying. to which she said. oh....i heard you had surgery, and i said, yes, and what is it that i missed, hmmm, i will get to that right away....after my nap of course.
okay, item #2 this story includes Mr. B and let me just forewarn you that stories that include Mr. B are usually inappropriate and sometimes really painful. reader beware.
Elder Johnson came up to me, right after talking to the sister about my butt looking big, and right before story number three, which is a J-9 story and also includes Elder Johnson. If you don't know Elder Johnson don't worry, just click on his picture here and you will be taken to one of my favorite talks from conference. all his talks are good, but i really loved this one.
(yes, loving this talk may confuse you being that i struggle with what i mentioned earlier, but focus on the restoring part....it is my hope, i love my family, and i pray for that restoration of the family that i belong to, i want to be with everyone of them.)
okay, now to continue he comes up to me and takes my hand, not uncommon, his wife is my visiting teacher, and they are an amazing couple, but today he says, i will never forget and always remember, "Dear Stacie, your daughter is an amazing young girl, i could not overcome how beautiful in spirit she was in Young Women s today [yes, I just said Young Women s, and yes, I am having a hard time with that as well.] She is an amazing young girl and you should be really proud of her. I can tell that she has been taught well in your home."
oh course i said thank you, i think, i was so overcome. Cece-12 was called and sustained as the Beehive Counselor; G-14 as the Teacher Quorum President, so it was a nice meeting all together.
and that was probably the nicest moment of getting a compliment about your child I have ever had. It wasn't his words, with was the feeling and the spirit that I felt while he was saying them. Amazing.
okay, i haven't mentioned Mr. B in this story yet, and here is where the story gets interesting...
Mr. B and i over lunch were talking, yes, we talk.
and he mentions that Elder Johnson came into the clerks office and took his hand and complimented him on Cece. He tells me the conversation:
Elder Johnson: Brother, Your daughter Cece is a beautiful and amazing young girl, with an amazing spirit and strength, I don't know where you got her, but she is something special.
Brian: Oh, she's from the postman....
to which Elder Johnson did not reply beyond saying that we were fortunate to have her.....did you expect him to....GEEZ Mr. B...the postman, the milkman, the milkmaid, the paper boy...always some comment on who they belong to when he is complimented on our children.
anyhow, i am going to move on before i say what is on my mind..
so, Elder Johnson is speaking to me and J-9 looks up at him and says, "Yeah, this is my mom but I don't live with her right now. I moved out. I live with my aunt. I only see my mom at church."
OH YES HE DID.
(I can hear Suzie right now saying, OH NO HE DIDN"T, you are aren't you....}
Yes, he did, he said it. How do you follow your child when they tell an apostle of the Lord that you are their mom...but that they don't live with you.
I say: "Yes, he moved out until Tuesday morning, it is just something he is trying."
To which J-9 said: "No, not just trying it out, I don't live with her [pointing to me] right now."
okay, at this point I just smiled, because I know enough from family services in my childhood it is just best not to say anything more....
and that was our Sabbath. How was yours?
just in case this was all together too long and you didn't want to read it i will post a picture for your pleasure. I love visual rhetoric. okay....happy day!
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Thursday, December 18, 2008
J-dude...
J wanted to know if he can play James Bond
on the Nintendo.
He is almost 7 DUH.
And all his friends get to play so why should he get to.
I said,
on the Nintendo.
He is almost 7 DUH.
And all his friends get to play so why should he get to.
I said,
"If I told you all my friends smoke,
would you think I should get too."
He said,
He said,
"Hello mom,
WE ARE MORMONS.
You should know the answer to that one."
Yes, we are...so there.
Yes, we are...so there.
My Thankful Thought:
I have been a good mom, my kids remind me of that when they
remind me that I have taught them well.
[i am just thankful they are young enough
to not understand the do as i say, not as i do ...
i have time to HEAL and convert...]
KIDS are AWESOME....and sometimes I am cool...
....okay, that is only funny if you read yesterdays post...below. :)
So thankful.
PS
[hey, if you don't know what a mormon is, check out my sidebar...MORMON, not MORON.]
[hey, if you don't know what a mormon is, check out my sidebar...MORMON, not MORON.]
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Moving Forward
I have read and appreciated all the wonderful comments. I can not spend a lot of time right now coming to say thank you to everyone individually...
[i miss your blogs :(], however, I hope you will feel my gratitude in this message.
HELLO, what was I thinking.
And, it is Over WEIGHTED, not over RATED....I also learned that tidbit today.
Happy blogging.
And thanks again for the greetings.
I feel blessed to have so many angels, prayers, and care notes from you all.
[and, by the way, i have MAJOR OCD,
I don't like even numbers,
so 48 followers is COOL.
...anyone want to make it 49??? thanks ♥]
My Thankful Thought:
Merry Christmas Everyone ♥
[i miss your blogs :(], however, I hope you will feel my gratitude in this message.
...I am going to be fine, I am too stubborn to fail at anything, including healing and Hope.
that said...
I have decided that if I have the time to blog I am going to share the cute things my kids do or say that make me smile, and something I am thankful for each day.
Positive thoughts; positive momentum forward.
Today as I picked J up from school, alone,
that said...
I have decided that if I have the time to blog I am going to share the cute things my kids do or say that make me smile, and something I am thankful for each day.
Positive thoughts; positive momentum forward.
Today as I picked J up from school, alone,
because his older siblings are trying out for the school play,
I DELIGHTED in listening to him talk.
He had so much to say and I was THANKFUL for the time with him.
I think that he sometimes is quiet because everyone else is so noisy.
He is a DANG cute kid.
He is a DANG cute kid.
I wish that everything he said would be as cute to you all,
but I have seen your blogs,
you have cute moments and funny kids too,
[which i enjoy...smiles...]
and seriously cool lives....actually that being said [the cool word]...
I have a story.
My story is my thing that made me smile today.
My story is my thing that made me smile today.
J was talking non stop,
the boys at school,
THE GIRLS at school
- remember he is 7.
He was talking about the teams his friends are on.
I asked, teams, like sports, are you playing games.
Oh no, he says, not sports.
Oh no, he says, not sports.
Actually the entire interaction
between kids these days is like a sport,
with NEW rules, not olden day style.
So, he is telling me about all these kids
So, he is telling me about all these kids
and the funny events of the day.
He is laughing hilariously at himself.
So I said, "Sounds like you have a lot of friends,
So I said, "Sounds like you have a lot of friends,
you must be a COOL kid."
And that, my blogger friends, is where my STORY comes in.
"COOL kids," he responds,
And that, my blogger friends, is where my STORY comes in.
"COOL kids," he responds,
"OH NO, that is the OTHER TEAM.
My team is AWESOME.
We are definitely not
Constipated, Outdated, Overweighted, Losers."
HELLO, what was I thinking.
It is so not cool to be COOL.
So, my friends, you are awesome.
So, my friends, you are awesome.
You are the awesome team.
I am not sure that I know ANYONE who is cool these days.
And, it is Over WEIGHTED, not over RATED....I also learned that tidbit today.
Happy blogging.
And thanks again for the greetings.
I feel blessed to have so many angels, prayers, and care notes from you all.
[and, by the way, i have MAJOR OCD,
I don't like even numbers,
so 48 followers is COOL.
...anyone want to make it 49??? thanks ♥]
My Thankful Thought:
Matthew 25:35..."I was a stranger, and ye took me in:
v. 40 ...And the King shall answer and say unto them, ....I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
Merry Christmas Everyone ♥
Monday, December 8, 2008
Best Excuse Winners!
Okay...i did not forget about the
...i just got MORE BEHIND.
...and i am not talking about my backside....
I took one of my finals today and passed the class
(transfer University standards)
by only a .06 percentile.
YES, I WILL BE CELEBRATING TONIGHT,
with either a long bath
(offered by my husband ,
....or a foot rub and a gallon of ice cream.
Miss Anne said...
What?? I've been much too busy doing "good deeds" for others, decorating the house, baking festive goodies, and/or sipping mocha's by the fire...
but!!! i WILL get to it... dont lose faith! :)
...How's that?... sweet blog btw!
(the mullet post cracked me UP!)
...i just got MORE BEHIND.
...and i am not talking about my backside....
I took one of my finals today and passed the class
(transfer University standards)
by only a .06 percentile.
YES, I WILL BE CELEBRATING TONIGHT,
with either a long bath
(offered by my husband ,
....or a foot rub and a gallon of ice cream.
Either way I win!
In the meantime enjoy the blog roll at the top...these three bloggers came up with my favorite excuses, which I plan to use all months. THANKS everyone who played...
...if you think of more excuses, send them my way...I am sure I will be running into plenty of opportunities to use them this month...
...enjoy.
...if you think of more excuses, send them my way...I am sure I will be running into plenty of opportunities to use them this month...
...enjoy.
Miss Anne said...
What?? I've been much too busy doing "good deeds" for others, decorating the house, baking festive goodies, and/or sipping mocha's by the fire...
but!!! i WILL get to it... dont lose faith! :)
...How's that?... sweet blog btw!
(the mullet post cracked me UP!)
- clan of the cave hair said...
-
my hamster ate my hardrive.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
repost: the Tao of Have a Happy Day!
I decided to repost one of my favorite feelings, the feeling you get, when you know your alive...oh wait, that is mister rogers. i meant, the Have a Happy Day feeling. I am thankful for these moments. (origionally posted September 11.)
"have a happy day" is a commonly used phase in our home. lunches packed have this thought to fill them for the day, and often as we greet and leave one another.
It came from J as a little boy of about 3 or 4. Instead of saying have a good day, he would say have a happy day. No big deal, until he said it to my grandparents, who thought it was so lovely that they posted it on their fridge. A reminder of what each day should be about: Happiness.
This day, in our home, I noticed that their is only one song being played in between the Mamma Mia soundtrack (which, by the way, is driving G completely crazy - being that he thought that Mamma Mia was one really long, really bad music video. What does he know!)
Of the subject...sorry...
My point, this one song, by Jazon Marz, has found it's way in between the soundtrack, so I have taken notice. Even G plays it each time he gets the computer, and can thankfully drown out Cece and her I-pod recycling of Mamma Mia.
I thought why and what is this song that my kids are playing so much.
So I listened, and read the lyrics.
I noticed that their are a couple of words...and underlying themes that are questionable, but on a whole I found some real wisdoms. A tao of sorts.
So I am sharing what I got from listening to the things that my kids are so into,
"have a happy day" is a commonly used phase in our home. lunches packed have this thought to fill them for the day, and often as we greet and leave one another.
It came from J as a little boy of about 3 or 4. Instead of saying have a good day, he would say have a happy day. No big deal, until he said it to my grandparents, who thought it was so lovely that they posted it on their fridge. A reminder of what each day should be about: Happiness.
This day, in our home, I noticed that their is only one song being played in between the Mamma Mia soundtrack (which, by the way, is driving G completely crazy - being that he thought that Mamma Mia was one really long, really bad music video. What does he know!)
Of the subject...sorry...
My point, this one song, by Jazon Marz, has found it's way in between the soundtrack, so I have taken notice. Even G plays it each time he gets the computer, and can thankfully drown out Cece and her I-pod recycling of Mamma Mia.
I thought why and what is this song that my kids are playing so much.
So I listened, and read the lyrics.
I noticed that their are a couple of words...and underlying themes that are questionable, but on a whole I found some real wisdoms. A tao of sorts.
So I am sharing what I got from listening to the things that my kids are so into,
hearing them from what they choose as their "rhapsody", for now anyhow.
(interested: listen to the song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkHTsc9PU2A&feature=related....it is such a fun song to listen to.)
my tao of I'm Yours, by Jason Marz
"..I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back.
I'll be giving it my bestest,
And nothings going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some.
..open up your mind and see like me,
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love,
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm saying is
there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity
and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
Listen to the music of the moment
maybe sing with me
I like peaceful melodys
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
I like one big family (2nd time: I like happy family)
No I won't hesitate no more, no more
This cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours, I'm yours"
Okay, so I like poetry, and listening to this song, it's poetry, it's rhetoric, it's an understanding of the things that are important. It's not complicated. You can hang on to mistakes, or with the fog in the mirror, make a new face. Be your new you today. Your name is your virtue, why not make it the best. Why not open your mind, look in your heart, be peaceful, sing and dance. Why not have fun. Each day is a new "season" in life to do with what we will; "don't worry, be happy". It is our right to be happy, to be loved, time is short. If your not happy, do something about it. Laugh a little, cry when you need to. And remember the bigger picture. I'm yours...being God children, aren't we all. I like happy family.
Enjoy the day. Make it a "happy day". Make it a happy family day!
---cece
worry not for the future
the present is all thou has
the future will soon be present
the present will soon be past
----my great great grandmother
today: Nov. 26
As you get ready for these hopefully happy family celebrations take my wish that your Thanksgiving is all you would hope for it to be.
Happy Day - Happy Thanksgiving!
(interested: listen to the song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkHTsc9PU2A&feature=related....it is such a fun song to listen to.)
my tao of I'm Yours, by Jason Marz
"..I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back.
I'll be giving it my bestest,
And nothings going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some.
..open up your mind and see like me,
Look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love,
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm saying is
there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity
and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue
Listen to the music of the moment
maybe sing with me
I like peaceful melodys
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
I like one big family (2nd time: I like happy family)
No I won't hesitate no more, no more
This cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours, I'm yours"
Okay, so I like poetry, and listening to this song, it's poetry, it's rhetoric, it's an understanding of the things that are important. It's not complicated. You can hang on to mistakes, or with the fog in the mirror, make a new face. Be your new you today. Your name is your virtue, why not make it the best. Why not open your mind, look in your heart, be peaceful, sing and dance. Why not have fun. Each day is a new "season" in life to do with what we will; "don't worry, be happy". It is our right to be happy, to be loved, time is short. If your not happy, do something about it. Laugh a little, cry when you need to. And remember the bigger picture. I'm yours...being God children, aren't we all. I like happy family.
Enjoy the day. Make it a "happy day". Make it a happy family day!
---cece
worry not for the future
the present is all thou has
the future will soon be present
the present will soon be past
----my great great grandmother
today: Nov. 26
As you get ready for these hopefully happy family celebrations take my wish that your Thanksgiving is all you would hope for it to be.
Happy Day - Happy Thanksgiving!
Monday, November 24, 2008
♥great bloggers think alike, keep them coming♥
As i was blog browsing (or you could call it stalking)
go ahead, laugh, you are laughing with me,
cuz i know i am part lazy, oops, i meant crazy!
BLOG COMMENT ASSIGNMENT>
when you go into my comments, see the captcha

as i comment on your blogs i am going to bring you a post, CAPTCHA
whichever, but know that my intentions
are to find good blog friends.
are to find good blog friends.
go ahead, laugh, you are laughing with me,
cuz i know i am part lazy, oops, i meant crazy!
BLOG COMMENT ASSIGNMENT>
when you go into my comments, see the captcha
tell me what you think it means:

this one I think is for fishing, when you need mar worsm
as i comment on your blogs i am going to bring you a post, CAPTCHA
Saturday, November 22, 2008
CAPTCHA: great bloggers think alike, take two
this is a shout out to blogger friends.
i will add you if you comment, so I can get your captcha:
from:

a two year old 10 minutes before he falls asleep.

rhystier: the modern day rastafari movement, this one is the skateboarders movement to be accepted as normal citizins, just trying to get by, trying to matter.
...better watch out, they swoop by in a matter of seconds!
thank you to
"oudodisi" upseedaisy as spoken by a two year old.
and finally:

hysti: tantrum thrown by neglected spouse
"i better stop blogging before my significant other person has a hysti fit!"
when you have to refer them to tutu monkey
keep them coming...CAPTCH LATER♥
i will add you if you comment, so I can get your captcha:


a two year old 10 minutes before he falls asleep.
Squals from The Cat in the Clover
more than fun: Squals:
actual dictionary definition...
to let out a scream.
I got this captch on the post that was
congratulatory for
a blog winner
actual dictionary definition...
to let out a scream.
I got this captch on the post that was
congratulatory for
a blog winner
with actual reference to a scream!


...better watch out, they swoop by in a matter of seconds!
thank you to

Blog is my Co-Pilot
"oudodisi" upseedaisy as spoken by a two year old.
and finally:

hysti: tantrum thrown by neglected spouse
due to OBD,
obsessive blogging disorder.
obsessive blogging disorder.
"i better stop blogging before my significant other person has a hysti fit!"
when you have to refer them to tutu monkey
her post that explains why blogging is so cathartic.
blogging keeps us connected,
in the way
a scented letter in the mail did 50 years ago,
or the phone calls and soap operas did for our mothers generation.
Connections,
that is what it is all about.
in the way
a scented letter in the mail did 50 years ago,
or the phone calls and soap operas did for our mothers generation.
Connections,
that is what it is all about.
keep them coming...CAPTCH LATER♥
-----catcha later blog dudes!
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Friday, November 21, 2008
i write...
"I thought it was you" - HA AH HA HA
Picking kids up from school can be a pleasure. They talk, they listen, a little (they act like their listening, nodding their head appropriately to my ramblings, until I notice the little white cords in their ears. They are plugged into their own world, and politely smiling as if they hear everything. Why do we buy them I-tunes/pods; whatever.)
This is probably my funniest moment EVER, in picking up G-jr high.
I get to his school. He is hanging with a group of boys, the girls near by giggling. I am always thinking I wish that I could come in disguise and just watch, it is so cute. But I drive the MAV, four wheelin, sleek mommy vehicle.
He crosses the street.
[details will be important here]
he smiles, nods a bit of an acknowledgment in the direction of his peers.
stay cool, dude.
He gets into the car. From his smile I can tell he was enjoying whatever banter he happened to be engaged in only moments ago.
Still floating, he looks at me, suddenly the smile disappears. I wonder if I have spinach on my teeth, or something....has to be out of place.
He is looking at me like I really have a problem.
"What G?" I say.
"Nothing."
Me: How was your day?
[I start my drive South, toward the younger kids school.]
Him: pretty good.
And then the freaking out begins.
Him: AAAAUUUUUGGGGGG, I have dog poop on my shoe.
You would think a swarm of bees was attacking him.
Me, starting to laugh, and helping him to move backpack and coat away from the scene of the crime, while continuing to drive.
The SMELL, it is becoming unbearable.
BUT, hey is still aware of his peers. I start to pull over. He is yelling at me, "NOT HERE MOM".
I immediately know why. The girls are just behind us, opposite side of the street.
"I HAVE to pull over, the smell is awful!"
"MOOOOOMMMMMM, please."
I pull over. He gets out, begins to wipe the poop off his shoe doing some kind of jig I have never seen. Wiping, gagging, [me laughing, rolling the windows down].
He is really having a horrible time. His shoes have tiny crevices.
I tell him to use some leafs. He is dancing, grabs some crunchy leaves.
DOESNT WORK, I tell him, "not those, use the green ones."
"MOM YOU SHOULD BE DOING THIS"
"I DIDN"T STEP IN IT."
Rolling down more windows. "Mom, not yours."
Oh, I see, hide me from the girls, who are now horizontal to the car.
He is still trying to wipe it on the grass. I can just see him falling in the poop that he has gotten off, so I slowly begin to drive forward. JUST A BIT, and really for his benefit. RIGHT, except I am laughing so hard because he is hopping to keep up with me, all while trying to hide this situation from the girl group.
He wants to know if I have any water. NO.
He wants to know if I have any baby wipes. again NO
I give him a straw, he starts to clean out each crevice.
Please mom, a rag, a napkin.
Not being fast food people I have no "extra" napkins in the car.
So he gets busy with the straw. WHERE IS MY CAMERA?
The Elementary kids begin to walk past, staring.
I say to him when a little guy comes past, "there's a shirt!" (Totally kidding, and actually if he had said it he would have been reprimanded, "be nice to the little kids.")
But me, I can't seem to help myself. Uncontrollable laughing, another kid comes by, "Hey G. Another shirt coming..."
He looks at me, looks at the kid, looks at his straw, which is now ready for (spit wad war just doesn't sound very nice, but pretty much that describes it.)
If I weren't laughing I would responsibly say, knock it off. But laughing doesn't help to enforce my wisdom and maturity as I try to say, don't, not cool buddy. He brings the straw up to his mouth. I just know what he is going to do as he eyes the little kid.
Instead of blowing, because he is desperately trying to survive this incident, he nearly sucks on the straw, yes the dog excrement weapon. His new weapon of choice, except that he forgot to blow. The look on his face is priceless.
Oh my, that was so close.
He is laughing, I am laughing, except that my floor mat is still stinking up my car.
After G gets control of the situation, himself, and the clean up, he plops in the car.
I give him the M and M bag to cover his shoe, seal it shut.
He looks at me and says. "I thought it was you."
WHAT???
"The smell." He says, "I thought it was you. I thought you farted."
Oh my little big G. Thank you.
Second to this, the M and M's that I poured out to bag up his shoe. He begins to throw them out the window. Yellow ones give you cancer, he says, plopping a blue on in his mouth.
"Hey, you remember that you just used those hands to clean up dog poop."
He smells them, plopps another blue one in, "Yep."
Chucking the orange ones at the girls, he says those have some dye or other...idk. then the green, he starts to pull out the green. I'm Scared! I know what the green ones meant when I was a teenager. What is he thinking? These ones, mom, I definitely don't need these ones, as he tosses one in the direction of the crossing guard. Ping, it hits the sign. The sign. He is a teenager, wierd. And sometimes I don't want to know what he knows.
So, How was your day?
step in anything today?
This is probably my funniest moment EVER, in picking up G-jr high.
I get to his school. He is hanging with a group of boys, the girls near by giggling. I am always thinking I wish that I could come in disguise and just watch, it is so cute. But I drive the MAV, four wheelin, sleek mommy vehicle.
He crosses the street.
[details will be important here]
he smiles, nods a bit of an acknowledgment in the direction of his peers.
stay cool, dude.
He gets into the car. From his smile I can tell he was enjoying whatever banter he happened to be engaged in only moments ago.
Still floating, he looks at me, suddenly the smile disappears. I wonder if I have spinach on my teeth, or something....has to be out of place.
He is looking at me like I really have a problem.
"What G?" I say.
"Nothing."
Me: How was your day?
[I start my drive South, toward the younger kids school.]
Him: pretty good.
And then the freaking out begins.
Him: AAAAUUUUUGGGGGG, I have dog poop on my shoe.
You would think a swarm of bees was attacking him.
Me, starting to laugh, and helping him to move backpack and coat away from the scene of the crime, while continuing to drive.
The SMELL, it is becoming unbearable.
BUT, hey is still aware of his peers. I start to pull over. He is yelling at me, "NOT HERE MOM".
I immediately know why. The girls are just behind us, opposite side of the street.
"I HAVE to pull over, the smell is awful!"
"MOOOOOMMMMMM, please."
I pull over. He gets out, begins to wipe the poop off his shoe doing some kind of jig I have never seen. Wiping, gagging, [me laughing, rolling the windows down].
He is really having a horrible time. His shoes have tiny crevices.
I tell him to use some leafs. He is dancing, grabs some crunchy leaves.
DOESNT WORK, I tell him, "not those, use the green ones."
"MOM YOU SHOULD BE DOING THIS"
"I DIDN"T STEP IN IT."
Rolling down more windows. "Mom, not yours."
Oh, I see, hide me from the girls, who are now horizontal to the car.
He is still trying to wipe it on the grass. I can just see him falling in the poop that he has gotten off, so I slowly begin to drive forward. JUST A BIT, and really for his benefit. RIGHT, except I am laughing so hard because he is hopping to keep up with me, all while trying to hide this situation from the girl group.
He wants to know if I have any water. NO.
He wants to know if I have any baby wipes. again NO
I give him a straw, he starts to clean out each crevice.
Please mom, a rag, a napkin.
Not being fast food people I have no "extra" napkins in the car.
So he gets busy with the straw. WHERE IS MY CAMERA?
The Elementary kids begin to walk past, staring.
I say to him when a little guy comes past, "there's a shirt!" (Totally kidding, and actually if he had said it he would have been reprimanded, "be nice to the little kids.")
But me, I can't seem to help myself. Uncontrollable laughing, another kid comes by, "Hey G. Another shirt coming..."
He looks at me, looks at the kid, looks at his straw, which is now ready for (spit wad war just doesn't sound very nice, but pretty much that describes it.)
If I weren't laughing I would responsibly say, knock it off. But laughing doesn't help to enforce my wisdom and maturity as I try to say, don't, not cool buddy. He brings the straw up to his mouth. I just know what he is going to do as he eyes the little kid.
Instead of blowing, because he is desperately trying to survive this incident, he nearly sucks on the straw, yes the dog excrement weapon. His new weapon of choice, except that he forgot to blow. The look on his face is priceless.
Oh my, that was so close.
He is laughing, I am laughing, except that my floor mat is still stinking up my car.
After G gets control of the situation, himself, and the clean up, he plops in the car.
I give him the M and M bag to cover his shoe, seal it shut.
He looks at me and says. "I thought it was you."
WHAT???
"The smell." He says, "I thought it was you. I thought you farted."
Oh my little big G. Thank you.
Second to this, the M and M's that I poured out to bag up his shoe. He begins to throw them out the window. Yellow ones give you cancer, he says, plopping a blue on in his mouth.
"Hey, you remember that you just used those hands to clean up dog poop."
He smells them, plopps another blue one in, "Yep."
Chucking the orange ones at the girls, he says those have some dye or other...idk. then the green, he starts to pull out the green. I'm Scared! I know what the green ones meant when I was a teenager. What is he thinking? These ones, mom, I definitely don't need these ones, as he tosses one in the direction of the crossing guard. Ping, it hits the sign. The sign. He is a teenager, wierd. And sometimes I don't want to know what he knows.
So, How was your day?
step in anything today?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
HELLO!!!!
WAIT, dont go away. please read me.
i read today that saying hello makes people feel more connected.
according to the Reader's Digest
You don't write, you don't say hello.
I want to know who you are. So comment. Say hello.
You are your icon.
Readers Digest: Reaching out focuses you.
....want to have a better sense of well being?
...don't forget to acknowledge
the most important stranger of all:
Saying hello to yourself each morning
in the mirror recognizes
the one person who needs it most.

i read today that saying hello makes people feel more connected.
according to the Reader's Digest
You don't write, you don't say hello.
I want to know who you are. So comment. Say hello.
You are your icon.

People you normally wouldn't acknowledge
could end up being friendliest fellow blogger.
could end up being friendliest fellow blogger.
Readers Digest: Reaching out focuses you.
by just saying hello
....want to have a better sense of well being?
...don't forget to acknowledge
the most important stranger of all:
Saying hello to yourself each morning
in the mirror recognizes
the one person who needs it most.

YOU MATTER.
Friday, November 7, 2008
isn't that illegal
No surprise that I would be writing about something illegal, however this came up, I have a dear friend who said I should be sharing these things....here goes.
You would think after so many years of parenting experience...ha ha ha....that things like this would not happen. Alas, maturity would be a key element in preventing me from my own demise.
Our morning routine is a chaotic as anyone's, in the process of getting one husband to work, four kids and a niece to school, and being presentable to be in class, in my seat by 9 am. Okay, 9 am....I should be able to sleep in, right?
Wrong?
5:30 - alarms (plural) go off. Plural because there is dad's alarm, my alarm, the boys room, Cece's and G's....all going off at random times depending on who pushes their sleep button more.
6:00....I am finally getting up, rushing to one of three bathrooms, all being used. Is it okay for Mom's to squat in the backyard. I think we will put in an outhouse, for camping practice purposes, of course.
By 6:30...we should be saying goodbye to Daddy, walking the dog, feeding the cat, fish, frog, hamster, and tarantula, as well as filling four children's bellies (why did I ever give up coffee???)
7am - last call for showers. I am finally getting in, hoping for warm water, and knowing that in 15 minutes I need to be making lunches.
7:20 - G comes in and asks, "Mom, can you make my lunch today?" (Generally his responsibility, but he is running late.) To which I reply, "I can either make you a lunch or get dressed!" He answers, "Okay, thanks mom."
7:23 - Me making lunches (in my robe). Thinking that G will wander by, notice, and pitch in.
7:40 - doing dishes, putting finishing touches on lunches, and grabbing my keys IN MY ROBE to drive G to school.
7:40 and a few seconds - J panicking "Are you seriously driving G to school in THAT?" Me, "Yes and when I get back if you are not ready I will be driving you and walking you to class in THIS!"
7:45 - One late niece....have to get G to school so (AND HERE IS WHERE I WENT WRONG) ...leaving the kids home - Cece, S and J - I drive G to school.
No, no accident in which I would be mortified in my robe. I wasn't lucky enough. I was hoping this would be the grand lesson for G-jr. high, but not today. He barely even noticed that I had driven him in my robe....however, he did notice that I made him a lunch.
8:00 - arrive back at home to find the boys locked in the dog kennel, by their sister, "if they weren't acting like dogs, I wouldn't treat them like dogs."
And finally, after school when we had our family discussions about the day, upon F finding out that his sister had done this act of imprisonment to her brothers, he pipes in "isn't that illegal". Well, look who just caught on. I wish I was still in my robe.
You would think after so many years of parenting experience...ha ha ha....that things like this would not happen. Alas, maturity would be a key element in preventing me from my own demise.
Our morning routine is a chaotic as anyone's, in the process of getting one husband to work, four kids and a niece to school, and being presentable to be in class, in my seat by 9 am. Okay, 9 am....I should be able to sleep in, right?
Wrong?
5:30 - alarms (plural) go off. Plural because there is dad's alarm, my alarm, the boys room, Cece's and G's....all going off at random times depending on who pushes their sleep button more.
6:00....I am finally getting up, rushing to one of three bathrooms, all being used. Is it okay for Mom's to squat in the backyard. I think we will put in an outhouse, for camping practice purposes, of course.
By 6:30...we should be saying goodbye to Daddy, walking the dog, feeding the cat, fish, frog, hamster, and tarantula, as well as filling four children's bellies (why did I ever give up coffee???)
7am - last call for showers. I am finally getting in, hoping for warm water, and knowing that in 15 minutes I need to be making lunches.
7:20 - G comes in and asks, "Mom, can you make my lunch today?" (Generally his responsibility, but he is running late.) To which I reply, "I can either make you a lunch or get dressed!" He answers, "Okay, thanks mom."
7:23 - Me making lunches (in my robe). Thinking that G will wander by, notice, and pitch in.
7:40 - doing dishes, putting finishing touches on lunches, and grabbing my keys IN MY ROBE to drive G to school.
7:40 and a few seconds - J panicking "Are you seriously driving G to school in THAT?" Me, "Yes and when I get back if you are not ready I will be driving you and walking you to class in THIS!"
7:45 - One late niece....have to get G to school so (AND HERE IS WHERE I WENT WRONG) ...leaving the kids home - Cece, S and J - I drive G to school.
No, no accident in which I would be mortified in my robe. I wasn't lucky enough. I was hoping this would be the grand lesson for G-jr. high, but not today. He barely even noticed that I had driven him in my robe....however, he did notice that I made him a lunch.
8:00 - arrive back at home to find the boys locked in the dog kennel, by their sister, "if they weren't acting like dogs, I wouldn't treat them like dogs."
And finally, after school when we had our family discussions about the day, upon F finding out that his sister had done this act of imprisonment to her brothers, he pipes in "isn't that illegal". Well, look who just caught on. I wish I was still in my robe.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
The Dash

In July 2006, a short 3-minute movie was launched
on the Internet called The Dash.
Since then, over 40 million people from
around the world have watched it;
and over 20,000 a day continue to watch it
as a result of people passing it along.
The movie has been more successful
than they could have ever imagined.
More importantly, however, it has inspired many,
many people to reflect on their lives
and ask that all important question,
'Are my priorities where they should be?'
Enjoy:
http://www.dashpoemmovie.com/
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Mr. Rogers

One of my top favorite websites:
http://pbskids.org/rogers/R_house/
For all you big kids out there who (like me) miss Mr. Rogers Neighborhood!!!
"It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
http://pbskids.org/rogers/R_house/
For all you big kids out there who (like me) miss Mr. Rogers Neighborhood!!!
"It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself, It's you, it's you I like
For listening:
http://pbskids.org/rogers/songlist/song5.html
For watching:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BN9ynEJzLo
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself, It's you, it's you I like
For listening:
http://pbskids.org/rogers/songlist/song5.html
For watching:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BN9ynEJzLo
Monday, October 13, 2008
I didn't do it on accident
Have you ever done something totally on purpose and then apologized for it?
My nieces apology: I didn't do in on accident.
Exactly.
My nieces apology: I didn't do in on accident.
Exactly.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Road Trip
Road trips are so fun.
Talking, sightseeing, relaxation....
when someone else is driving, thanks Kev.
I love talking about words. R words r my favorite.
Taking about the words recalcitrant rebellions;
my niece said: Who me?
I guess it runs in the family.
Talking, sightseeing, relaxation....
when someone else is driving, thanks Kev.
I love talking about words. R words r my favorite.
Taking about the words recalcitrant rebellions;
my niece said: Who me?
I guess it runs in the family.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
How's My Smile?
Why does picture day make you feel like you need to take out a second mortgage?
How fun was our morning, getting 4 kids out the door, with shiny faces and combed hair.
Okay, it doesn't sound that hard, try it sometime.
Breakfast conversation is always hilarious:
J-7: How's my smile?
S-9: Fine.
J-7: I don't want it going all the way up to my eyes. How's it now?
S-9: Fine.
Me: Make sure you smile, no grumpy looks or I will be crying in your future. You will call me up and I will be bawling my eyes out. If you ask I will tell you it is because you didn't smile in your school picture and all I have are frowny faces to remember you by.
Cece probably changed her clothing half a dozen times.
G-13; patiently giving her advice on her clothing.
Being in Junior High make him the resident expert on style these days.
And with the choices in background color that the school gives you now, coordinating colors is critical. The final change brought tears to my eyes, because instead of a little girl, she presented herself, asking, "is this okay?" looking like a teenager. I am not ready for this.
Hair combed, kids almost out the door, where is J?
Finding him in the dog kennel, for Baxter's last morning love; his hair is array, his smile is huge. Hair or smiles, I have to decide!
Next thing I notice is S in the entry mirror practicing his smile.
"Mom, how can I get my best smile?"
I hug him from behind, "Smile just like when you feel me hugging you, that my favorite."
How fun was our morning, getting 4 kids out the door, with shiny faces and combed hair.
Okay, it doesn't sound that hard, try it sometime.
Breakfast conversation is always hilarious:
J-7: How's my smile?
S-9: Fine.
J-7: I don't want it going all the way up to my eyes. How's it now?
S-9: Fine.
Me: Make sure you smile, no grumpy looks or I will be crying in your future. You will call me up and I will be bawling my eyes out. If you ask I will tell you it is because you didn't smile in your school picture and all I have are frowny faces to remember you by.
Cece probably changed her clothing half a dozen times.
G-13; patiently giving her advice on her clothing.
Being in Junior High make him the resident expert on style these days.
And with the choices in background color that the school gives you now, coordinating colors is critical. The final change brought tears to my eyes, because instead of a little girl, she presented herself, asking, "is this okay?" looking like a teenager. I am not ready for this.
Hair combed, kids almost out the door, where is J?
Next thing I notice is S in the entry mirror practicing his smile.
"Mom, how can I get my best smile?"
Thursday, September 18, 2008
The Fern and The Bamboo

One day I decided to quit.... I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality.....
I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. "God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me... "Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied. "When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo".
He said. "In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit.
He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant. But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle."
He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots. I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others."
He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern, yet, they both make the forest beautiful." "Your time will come," God said to me. "You will rise high!"
"How high should I rise?" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned.
"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can." I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you........ Never regret a day in your life. Good days give you Happiness. Bad days give you Experiences. Both are essential to life. Keep going... Happiness keeps you Sweet, Trials keep you Strong, Sorrows keep you Human, Failures keep you Humble, Success keeps you Glowing, But Only God keeps you Going! Have a great day! The Son is shining!! God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
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'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?
Well gee, why not just say that you were all stressed out with no one to choke? It always works for me. (It also gets me some weird looks and some alone time. LOL)