Happy New Milky Wave

I hope each and everyone of you enjoy ushering in a new year!

The boys got WALL-E for Christmas. It is a cute movie. During one of the scenes, WALL-E is in outer space, and can see a galaxy.

Today while watching it, Willard says:

"MOM, LOOK! The MILKY WAVE!"

AWWWW!

This Christmas

Dear loved ones,

During the hustle and bustle of the year, I am constantly reminded of our parenting choices. Only in eternity will we know the end result of our choices, but we pray that we make the right ones. For example, during Halloween, we chose not to get dressed up this year, but told our kids that some people do get dressed up for Halloween, and that's ok. We have in the past, and might in the future, but this year we didn't.

A couple weeks ago, our oldest son saw a Christmas Tree and commented that it must be Halloween because the tree was decorated. I explained to him that some people put trees up and decorate them. We have before, and we might again, but this year we didn't. We also decided to forgo a large Christmas with all the gifts and the wrapping paper and the hoopla, and do small outings as a family and have family memories and a small gift at each outing instead.

Since we started our family, my husband and I have chosen to tell the boys that Santa isn't real. Not only because of the real meaning of Christmas, but because we decided we just weren't going to do it. We just both came to that conclusion...I am not telling you you should or should not tell your children about Santa, but after reading this, I thought it was a great thought provoking statement, that leads me to thankfulness:


Quoted:
"I'm thankful that I was never told that Santa was real when I was growing up. Every Christmas, I always knew that the presents I received were from people who knew exactly how good or bad I'd been in the past year, and loved me anyway."


Which then reminds me...God loves us no matter how good or bad we are. Our sins are not an issue with God. He sent His SON to live as a man on earth, so HE could DIE for our sins-all of them. He took our sins out of the way, so that we could have eternal life.

All we need to do is believe it! Nothing else is required for salvation! I hope as each of you celebrate the birth of our Saviour-the LORD Jesus Christ, that you also rejoice and remember WHY he came, and WHAT he did for us!


Merry Christmas from our family to yours!

Relaxing on Thanksgiving.

I am having a pretty relaxing Thanksgiving. I know I haven't blogged for a while, but I sometimes have the best intentions...But, intentions don't replace actions. I am so thankful for so many things. My husband, my kids, my family. There are so many things...

I am taking a break from getting my stuffing in the crockpot, turkey in the oven, and dishes in the sink.

This is our first Thanksgiving where no one will be here but us. We invited our nephew, but I believe he will be having dinner with his girlfriend's family.

I brined my turkey this year. We were given, sort of as a Christmas bonus, a Hutterite turkey. I really hope it turns out!

So, I did take some pictures of the process. I will get them uploaded and share my non-expertise with whoever wants to read...

Here is my menu for the day:

Turkey
Mashed Potatoes and Gravy
Yams (many people call them sweet potatoes)
Stuffing
Green Beans
Pumpkin Pie
Egg Nog

Well, I am off to make Pie Crust...and be thankful...Most of all, thankful for Christ's finished work on the cross. Thankful that God doesn't see sin as the issue. Thankful that the only thing that separates us from God is rejection of our Lord's Complete and Finished work on the Cross on our behalf. He died FOR our sins. He was buried...raised for our JUSTIFICATION! He did it ALL, all we need to do is believe it!

Thank you God for providing a way for mankind to be reconciled to you!

oh...and thanks for Egg Nog.

Knock Knock Genius!

Tonight, Willard and I were at a birthday party at the local swimming pool. After we got done swimming, we went into the little changing/shower room. I took my turn in the shower, and Willard and I were saying knock knock jokes to keep him from opening the curtain. He kept saying...knock knock.. (I'd say, who's there?) Showereee... (showereee who?) Showereeee is funny!

So, after I took my shower, I grabbed my towel and we traded spots. I started drying off and it was my turn to start. My favorite knock knock joke is the banana one. Here is how our conversation went:

Hey Willard. Knock, Knock.

W: Who's there?

Me: Banana

W: Banana who?

Me: Knock, Knock.

W: Who's there?

Me: Banana

W: Banana Who.

(This went on a couple more times.)

(Willard was sorta getting bored/irritated...so I thought it was time for the orange part....)

Me: Knock, Knock.

Willard pauses.....

W: Maybe you should use the doorbell.


I just started giggling...He doesn't even know he is funny!

U

You may or may not have noticed that I haven't blogged in a while...Chaos...That is why. I will explain more, when I have more time! Among all the chaos of the last few weeks...my loving husband still makes me smile...how??? Things like this:

Today, I was in a grumpy mood. I was trying to snap out of it, but nothing seemed to be wokring. I was talking about numbers and I asked him what his favorite number was.

"I don't have one, but I have a favorite letter."

"What? A favorite letter but not a favorite number. Well, that's silly. What is it?"

"U!"


AWWWWWWW! I just grinned. And smiled. And grinned...and smiled.

I love him.

I'm a Hypocrite!

Yes.

I was reading a post from here and she was talking about having a hidden camera in her hotel room where people would be watching her every move...

I got to thinking:

Imagine a hidden camera in one room, and a camera you knew about in another.

Where would you go to "just be yourself"?

How soon would it take for you to forget about the one you knew about?

How long would you spend in that room?

How would your "behavior" change in the room with the camera you knew about?


I know what my answers are. I am not surprised either. (Romans 7:15-21)

Note to Self.

Do NOT tip a bag of Jalapeno Chips up to dump the crumbs into your mouth, unless you have your eyes CLOSED!

I LOVE MY HUSBAND!

Why?

Well, other than the fact that he is handsome, funny, intelligent, kind, giving, oh, and AWESOME...

He is teaching our boys how to be a great husband.

I am the farthest thing from a feminist. In fact, I might just be a male chauvinist. Men are so trampled on these days that it saddens me greatly. I am very troubled about this and the future of my sons. I pray that they will have the patience and wisdom to find a woman who treats them with respect.

Here are just a couple examples that I can think of:

The home improvement store commercial where the husband is reluctant to get the roof on the house done, but the wife basically gives him "the look" and he is so afraid of the consequences that he does it. (Wonder if she made him charge it...)The commercial goes on to show the fence and the back yard...(In real life, most of our homes don't look nearly as immaculate as the home they were in.)

Then there is the commercial where the guy's bike is in the shop, and he is sitting on the couch, in full motorcycle gear. He is folding towels for his wife (she probably demanded that he did it) and she comes over belittling him because he isn't folding them the way she wants.

I am glad I have a DVR so I can fast forward through these commercials!

I also just watched a preview of a (probably will be a great) movie about a man who is trying to keep his marriage together (it doesn't show the reasons why the marriage is troubled), and granted, I haven't seen the movie yet (I think we might go to it), but the trailer didn't show the woman's part in working at it as well, it just showed her annoyance as to his attempts to make it work.

Men have an uphill battle when it comes to women these days.

I am not saying that I have never been less than pleasant with my husband (in fact, in our earlier years of marriage, I did have a serious problem with my attitude toward my husband). I have learned over the years that when you LOVE (verb!) your husband, he will do anything for you. You won't have to nag a million times. However, I still fail all the time!

So, back to my wonderful husband.

He compliments me. I am not one to take a compliment well. I generally roll my eyes or make a funny face. It's just how I deal with it. However, no matter how many times I roll my eyes, my husband still does it. (Deep down, I do appreciate it, but don't tell him!)

When my husband is home, the boys are always around us. They get to witness a great husband in action. (I am working on the great wife part!)

My boys got into my makeup bag the other day. Willard was applying lip shimmer to Maynard as I walked in. They started defending themselves.

"Mom, we want to look pretty."

I said, "Well boys, this is Mommy's makeup and you can't play with it." I went on to explain that I wear it to look pretty for Daddy.

Willard said, "But Mom, you are already beautiful!"

I gave them both a kiss, took my bag back, and went into the other room and gave my husband a big smooch.

I LOVE MY HUSBAND!'

Commitment Gene?

I love how scientists use the citizen's money to fund absurd programs. Imagine what great stewards they would be if they were solving REAL problems!

Sweden, just recently "found" that men who have a hard time commiting, could have something wrong with their "commitment gene".

Really?

Are you sure?

What other was are we going to blame our behavior on our genes? I remember there being an obesity gene. Soon they will find a "financially irresponsible" gene. What about a "bad wife" gene? Is there a "mass murder" gene?

I better stop, otherwise more money could be wasted!

The truth is, every human being is a sinner. We are not sinners because we sin. We sin BECAUSE we are sinners.

Romans 3:23 For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.

The reason why men, women, and children have problems with commitment (When was the last time I kept a New Year's Resolution???), promises, and other sins is because of our sin nature-its what we do!

Thankfully Christ died for our sins, was buried, and was raised for our JUSTIFICATION. Sin isn't the issue for God anymore. The issue is, will we trust Christ's FINISHED work on the cross for our salvation. (1 Corinthians 15:1-4)

Maynard Counts.

Maynard is learning how to count, and today while playing hide and seek, he was counting:

1 2 3 (free) 4 5 6 (sits) 7 8 9...8...7...9...6...

Too cute.

His next turn he counted like this:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9...(I helped him with 10) 10. Then I said...go find brother...then he started counting again 2 3 4 11(eweven is what he says) fwewve ferteen ferteen (they sound the same) 4 5 6...then I helped him with 7 8 9 10, otherwise Willard would get bored and stop hiding...

Growing up so fast.

We need the funt.

A few months ago, Honda had a commercial out for its Odyssey. Maynard and Willard just love the song that they played. If it was on, they requested that I rewind the DVR so they can hear it over and over again.

I ran across the commercial somehow today, and the boys came running into the computer room to listen.

Tonight, while they were getting into their jammies, Maynard started singing it, but because he cant say the "k" sound...

We need the funt! We need the funt!

I FINISHED! I am a Triathlete...sorta!

Today, I finished the Lazyman Triathlon at the YMCA.

Whoda thunk?

It was a great experience and I can't wait till next year! I feel great, and now that I have gear, I will be swimming on a regular basis!

What is a Lazyman? It is 112 miles of biking, 26.2 miles of running, 2.5 miles of swimming. Most triathletes complete that in one day. But those participating in the lazyman get 5 weeks!

Swimsuit, shorts, cap, and googles: $65
New running shoes: $75
Cost of Triathlon: $15
Looking like a dweeb the whole time: PRICELESS!

Spiders

Willard tells Maynard: "Spiders bite you because they don't know your name."

The Verdict...

Well, we went to Cabela's.

Randy said, if there weren't so many people in there, we would have gotten to see everything that they had. I disagree.

They had a really cool wildlife/terrain exhibit and a cool aquarium but other than that...

I was not impressed.

Scheels is better. They carry a much better variety of stuff. Not only do they carry almost everything that Cabela's does...it carries sporting equipment as well. Although, I normally wouldn't know this, but I do...more on that when I finish my Lazy Man Triathlon later this month...

I am glad we got out of there unscathed.

Indecisiveness...

Today, Randy and I are taking the boys to the newest store opening. (It actually opened Thursday, however, today is the first day we are able to go.) Thankfully for us, we are the most indecisive people we know, and we will probably walk away without too many items. But we can be a bit impulsive too...

I told Willard that we all would be heading to Cabela's.

"Does she have kids?"

I just grinned. These kids are a great source of happiness for me, and I love it.

For instance, Thursday, the boys and I had to go get a lawnmower tire from Menards. We pulled into the parking lot and Willard chimes in from the background..

"Mom, we're at Wendy Sherp Benards!"

"Where are we honey?", I asked.

"Wendy Sherp Benards!"

"Oh, Okay honey...where are we again?" I was starting to figure it out, but it was so cute listening him say it, that I just had to ask again.

"You know Mom, that song they sing...Wendy Sherp Benards!"

(The song goes, "Save big money, you save big money, when you shop Menards.")

I just smiled, and made him tell every worker we bumped into!

Note to Self:

Don't leave your bottle of Chocolatemint Water on the table during breakfast and walk away.

I walked into the kitchen this morning to my boys happily eating their breakfast. However, they had poured my yummy, heavenly, no sweeteners water into their bowls...Nothing like chocolatemint-rice milk-peanut butter-panda puffs.


Ewwww.


(P.S. I got the water from the Breadroot co-op here in town, but here is the site for the water-Metromint.)

Willard and babies...

Willard LOVES babies. Today, I got to watch a friend's 3 children.

Her youngest isn't even walking yet, and she is just adorable.

She was on the floor, playing with a ball, and Willard came up to her, and this was his conversation:

"Oh! A BABY!

(He holds her hand in his...)

"You have little hands! I have bigger hands."

(He switches hands)

"Let's shake."

"I'm Willard. I changed to five. I was four. I was two, like a baby."

Then he got distracted and went and asked Maynard:

"Hey Maynard, you wanna play Ice Road Truckers?"

Note to Self:

Remove the sticky pantyliner sticker from a new swimsuit before putting it on.

Note to Self:

Going to the grocery store after working out will result in unnecessary purchases that will defeat you.

Juice

Each night before bed, we give the kids their "vin and juice" and some fruit. (Vin is Vitamins.)

We call it Vin and Juice, because one day, my husband or I, (probably me 'cause I like making up funny songs, but I can't recall) started singing the classic 90's rap song, in the form of a kids song:

Rollin' down the street, playing Nintendo
Sipping my vin and juice.
Laid back.
With my mind on my teddy and my teddy on my mind.

YES, its dumb, but the kids love it, since they both have teddy bears. Though, they have no clue what a Nintendo is...yet.

So, after I gave Willard the WRONG kiwi-he wanted a golden kiwi, not a green kiwi...He seemed to calm down pretty rapidly.

I poured his juice (its a supplement) and placed it in front of him.

He suddenly puffed in a high pitch tone, "But you were supposed to HAND it to me, not set it on the table!"

It was so funny. He was so tired and ornery, and I just laughed on the inside.

20 miles per nour.

My boys amaze me every day.

Maynard is imitating many of Willard's manerisms, but is starting to make up things on his own. He has a hard time some of his letters and blends, but for the most part, I can understand what he is saying. It is so cute trying to hear him pronounce kick. (He uses t's for k's!)

Willard's imagination is exploding, and he loves to make up scenarios and explanations. Sometimes the explanations are so extravagant, I wonder if one day he will be a fiction novelist! He has recently started using b's for v's, n's for h's, and other cute mix-ups.

Today, I helped them both make paper airplanes they can fly around the house. Willard calls his an R36. It flies (but the pilot drives it, he tells me) over bolcanoes, mountains, and even big bolcanoes. He said he flies it at 20 miles per nour. But when it goes over bolcanoes, it goes sixty miles per nour.

Maynard's is a B1 Bomber. He said it fwies. And it bwasts offs. It fwies fass and pins awoun.

MAN I LOVE THESE KIDS!

Dear Bathtub Manufacturer...

Dear Bathtub Manufacturer,

While taking my bath, I thought about the size of bathtubs. Why is it that I can't seem to fit in my tub?

The average height of a Man in the US is 5' 9.2" (or 69.2 inches) and the average height of a Woman in the US is 5' 3.8" (or 63.8 inches). (I GOOGLED IT!)

I measured my tub, and the bottom measurement is 58" across the top, and 44" across the bottom inside. I am only 62" tall. (Although, I do feel better now, knowing that the average height is only shy of 5' 4".) I can't even fit in my own tub. My knees stick out, or my feet, and my shoulders are not under.

WHY? Why didn't you make bathtubs longer? I understand that most bathrooms are smaller, but you should have known you had the POWER to make bathrooms bigger by making the internal measurements at least the size of the average man!

Wrinkly yours,

ME.

Protein Shakes Anyone?

Ok, so I thought I would get a protein powder supplement.

I got 100% whey protein (a bi-product when they make cheese)-vanilla flavored.

I got my 8 oz of milk, got my 3 tablespoons of powder.

Mixed them together.

Sat down to read some emails.

Took a drink.

About spit it out all over my keyboard.

OH MY.

So, I went to the kitchen and got about a teaspoon of honey, and stirred it up a bit, and you know, I actually like it now!

YAY!

Food Frustrations

Have you ever tried to search for something online, and when you get there, it isn't what you expected?

I am trying to research Protein. Why it is good, how much I should have, etc. I am tired of trying to be sold different powders!!!! ARRGGGHH! I do intend on getting a protein powder supplement, however, I want to know how much protein is in one ounce of....whatever it is I am eating...

I won't go into detail here, since I started a new "health" blog (just the sound of that sounds funny!), where I keep track of my eating/workouts, etc. but now, I am diving into nutrition, and I wish I could get some straight answers!

I know that I am eating healthy food, I now need to know daily needs...not servings!

Arrgghh!

Anyhow, I thought I would post the formula for how much protein a person needs, so you can gauge your protein intake. You should have more if you are working out a lot.

Here is the formula, using my body weight.

12* lbs...I don't even know, but its in the 120's...I am going to round up to 130.

divided by 2

130/2=65

subtract 10

65-10=55

55 grams of protein is what I should be eating. More though, since I have been working out more.

Things said at Breakfast.

Randy and I chose to go out for breakfast this morning, since it was a weird morning, and I knew that there was a reason. So we could hear this:

"Willard, would you like bacon or sausages with your pancakes?"

"Sawshits."

We just chuckled.

Then, he and Maynard were playing with the crayons. When I asked them what they were doing, Willard said,

"We are playing rocket ships, and they have happily beestroying." (Happily Destroying????)

Then, as we were leaving, Maynard said, I wan a bautsty ball! (Bouncy ball)

Gym Ramblings. I mean, Rants.

Ok, I know I haven't posted in almost a month. Sorry!

I try not to complain. Well, except when I'm at the gym and my trainer makes me sweat. Then hear me roar and whine. I don't like sweating. Really. What is so fun about back sweat, underarm sweat, butt sweat, forehead sweat, and boob sweat? How about inner elbow sweat, and behind the knee sweat? Just plain gross. Especially when there are guys there that stare. LOL

Did I ever mention I HATE CARDIO?

But here is what I find SOOOOOOO FRUSTRATING:

While getting dressed after my shower and workout last night, I noticed that not only had my back broken out in pimples, so has my cleavage and my butt. Now, its not major acne, but still...arrggghhhh! Yes it will go away, but come on!


NICE.



And not only that, the more fat I loose, the more stretch marks I notice.

HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY BODY!!!????!!!!

My trainer suggested to stop trying to work out like a lifter, and instead try to be more efficient. So he is having me do TABATAS. (Here is a site that explains them.) It IS cardio, but its better than the funky machines, and helps burn fat more efficiently. He also took my body fat thingy. I need to loose 10%. Nice. I can tell a difference though already, and I am feeling great though. (On the inside, right? BLEH!)

Ok, I am done Ranting. HAHAHAHA

Underwear and Hemi Starter

I have 2 Willardisms from this last few days.

Willard likes his underwear. So much so, that we have made a rule that he HAS to change his underwear every night before bed. We repeat ourselves until we are blue in the face, because if we didn't, he would keep the same pair on until they fell off.

The other night he was getting ready for bed and he came walking up to me, bear naked.

He said matter-of-factly, "Momma. You always, always, always, always change your underwear."

Then he turned quickly and went back to getting into his clean underwear and jammies.

I guess he gets the picture.

Then, since we watch a lot of speed channel around this place, there is a commercial for Armour All and it has Tony Stewart (a nascar driver?) staring at a shiny Corvette and all these girls come running up to him and gasp "Tony Stewart". Willard has been learning different cars, and thinking he was cool, he saw this commercial come on and he ran up to the pore magnifying screen and said..."Hemi Starter" instead of Tony Stewart. It was so cute!

And a quick Maynardism.

We found a caterpillar the other day, and we put it into a little critter catcher. "Gardea" (pronounced gard-ey)-Don't ask me where Willard came up with that one...probably a Garnier Fructis commercial) was taken everywhere with us that day. to the store, to pay bills, to visit our friend in the nursing home.

Then, the next day, Gardea started building his cocoon, so I put him on the top shelf near the washer so the kids cant get to him. Every day Maynard comes up to me and asks to see the "dutterfwy" and I have to hold him up to see if it is coming out of its cocoon yet.

Other words Maynard says:

tut (truck)
yut (yuck)
biebuffs (panda puffs-a dewoh (cereal))
demi (semi)
wowusseses (walruses)
wockadio (crocodile)
dit (well he only says this after he hears it (we are doing pretty good not saying it, but sometimes we overhear others), and its a cuss word...lol)

Say What?

Willard came up to me before breakfast the other day and asked,

"Momma, can we please do our chores after we eat cereal?"

I was quite taken aback, but of course I agreed! Usually we do them later in the day, after naptime.

A few weeks ago, I was watching Jon and Kate plus 8. It is such a cute show! On it, Kate had gotten a chore chart in the mail, and the kids were so pumped up to do them.

So, I modified the chart to fit our needs and wrote numbers on little craft sticks I got from the dollar store. I have 8 chores and 4 rewards. I place the marked side down into a cup, and allow each of them to chose one to do together. Then we have a corresponding chore. On the back of the numbered side, I drew little smiley faces, so Maynard could count them instead.

They LOVE it! Our chores are:

1. Putting your clothes where they belong (this includes putting away clean ones, utig dirty ones in the hamper, putting dirty ones into the washer, clothes from the washer into the dryer..the whole gamut!)

2. Turn off any unused lights, TVs, electronics

3. Reward-Play a game on the computer (They have been loving Thomas, and now they like the piney game)

4. Sweep the floor

5. Put your toys where they belong.

6. Reward-Play a game (Either a board type, or ring around the rosie, duck duck, etc)

7. Wipe off the tables (one gets the coffe table, one gets the kitchen)

8. Water the plants

9. Reward- Play with Toys (usually ones that are put up and only taken down occasionally)

10. Pick up garbage, and empty the bathroom garbage

11. Make your beds

12. Reward- Be creative (they have been loving the playdoh...it used to be a rare treat in our house, but now, while they play, I clean the kitchen so I can keep an eye on them too.)

Willard is 5!

A few days ago, I had mentioned to Willard that his birthday was coming up soon. I asked him what he wanted.

"Birthday Cake and Cupcakes," he stated.

I replied, "Well, we can make one or the other."

"Birthday Cake."

So, I just left it at that. He was busy playing, and it seemed not to click right away.

Later he came up to me and said, "Mom, I'm going to be FIVE!"

I said, "Yes, you are! Is there anything besides Birthday Cake that you want?"

"Presents!", he shouted.

"What kind of presents?" I asked.

"A fire engine." He said matter-of-factly.

"Is there anything else you would like besides a fire engine?" I asked.

"Well, I want Maynard to get an engine too. But he can have a smaller one, since I am bigger," he commented.

So, Randy ran to the store a couple days later and got a couple fire engines. I also picked up a couple of little Semis and a couple of portable fans.

So this morning, he came running into our room and said, "I am 5!" The four of us snuggled up together in our bed and sang Happy Birthday a few times.

Today was his special day. He got to choose which cereal he wanted...rice puffs or something. (Thanks to Randy, I got to take a cat nap this morning!)

For lunch we asked him what he wanted. He said "Arby's" right off the bat, but we knew he has been wanting to go to Peppy's Pizza. We suggested a few places, and he repeated "Peppy's" before we could suggest anything else.

We piled into the van and headed down there. Peppy's has this "creature/puppet" that rides around on this little track, and talks to people. It is really cool, however, today Willard was being shy and didn't really enjoy "Peppy the Pizzasaurus" or his antics and singing. He did smile a few times, but he just wanted to eat so he could ride the rides and play the games.

**********ON A RELATED NOTE...WILLARD HAD GOTTEN AHOLD OF MY CAMERA, SO THE SETTINGS ARE MESSED UP. THE PICTURES ARE VERY MANGLED, OUT OF FOCUS, AND BLURRY. SORRY!**********

Here is Willard enjoying his lunch:



Here he is playing a game with Maynard--one of their favorite games there:



Here he is trying Dance Dance Revolution. (This game is harder than I expected, though, it would be a good way to stumble into shape, in the comfort of my own home, when the kids are asleep.):



Here he is going down the slide--one of a hundred times:

(Love the blur?)



After we went to Peppy's, we went to visit our dear friend in a nursing home, who is also celebrating her birthday today. Though she is 91, she is still a kid at heart. Maynard was asleep in the van with Randy, so Willard and I went up and sang Happy Birthday and gave her a picture and a card.

Then we asked Willard what he would like me to make for dinner. He said Macaroni and Cheese. We stopped by the store and got some ARTHUR Mac and Cheese.

We arrived home, and He and I started on his cake. I asked him if he wanted Apple Cake or Carrot Cake, and he said Carrot Cake.

Here he is, adding carrots to the Food Processor: It was turned off!



Here he is with cake batter on his chin, getting ready to lick his fingers:



After we got the cake in the oven, I made Arthur Mac and Cheese:



Maynard loved it too. He is into making weird faces when the camera is out:



When dinner was over, we sang Happy Birthday and Willard got to blow out his candles. Here they are enjoying the cake (and milk!):





Then it was time for presents. He was excited to share his gifts, which is nice, since they fight over every little thing!:

Books:


A card:


Fans:


Oh, and I thought I would share this one of Willard opening presents. He inherited this from me. When I concentrate hard, I do the same thing:



Semis:


And the engines! Willard was so excited for Maynard to get one too:



They got to play for about an hour before it was bedtime. He said he had lots of fun on his birthday, so mission accomplished!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLARD!

OH, COME ON!

My neighbors probably heard me groan that.

Tonight, I recorded the American Idol Finale, since it was going to air when the kids were getting ready for bed, and I didn't want to miss it.

I sat down occasionally, watching the show in between chores. After I got the kids into bed, I settled in and continued to watch, bag of chips in hand. We have a DVR, and it is really handy, especially when I want to make sure I don't miss things. Oh, and fast forward through the Jonas Brothers, George Michael, and that dude in the white hat and cape.

(On a side note, David Cook, doing the impersonation of Tom Cruise in Risky
Business for Guitar Hero...well, that is just hot. I rewound that a couple times. Come to think of it, I have never even watched that movie....)

So, I am watching, waiting, hoping, etc...

Seacrest says, and the winner is...

DAVID

And my DVR stopped recording, right at that moment. I DON'T KNOW WHO WON! I yelled, "OH, COME ON!" to my DVR, then started to shake my head and giggle.

Yes, I could google it. Yes, I could call my sister and find out. BUT I WANTED TO SEE IT, and I am a bit ticked and a bit amused all at the same time.

Technology. Love it or hate it, it's here to stay.

Oh, and don't tell me who won. I want to sit and steam a bit. So, I have to turn off my computer and only watch pre-recorded shows. Good thing Ugly Betty is on tomorrow!

Sunday's Willardism

*OK, I haven't been all to regular on here...sorry! Life gets busy, and I get lazy. No excuses.

Yesterday, while eating at a potluck, Willard was asking what he was eating. There were the little mini weiners. I told him they were mini weinies.

After he had cleaned his plate, he said, "Mom, can you please get me some me-me's?"

I pretended I couldn't hear him.

"What was that son?" (Yes, I do call him son, LOL)

"Can I please have more me-me's?"

I just sorta giggled, and then looked over at Randy, who was getting more himself. "Hun, can you please grab Willard more me-me's?"

Randy said, "What?"

I said, "Me-me's...you know, mini weinies."

We both just chuckled. Willard just ate them, thinking nothing of it!

Montsota.

Willard has been curious where his Grandparents live. I told him that Daddy's Parents live in Montana, Mommy's Parents live in Minnesota, and Great Grandma G-Lo lives in Montana too.

We are still in Montana, and we are staying at Randy's Folks. On our way to my Grandmother's house, where my parents, one of my sisters, one of my uncles, and two of my cousins are staying....

Take a breath.

On our way there, Willard was trying to compute how were were going to visit Grandma and Grandpa, and Great Grandma G-Lo at the same time.

He said...Mom, are we in Montsota?

Awww.....

Montana

We are heading to Montana for the weekend. The boys are pumped because they will get to see both sets of grandparents, and one of their Great Grandmas!

Everywhere we have been going these last few days, they have been telling everyone that they are going to Montana.

Today, as we were in the grocery store getting snacks and such for the trip, we ran into godsthunder, and her two youngest.

Today is her daughter's birthday, and she came running up to us. She showed us a purse she had gotten for her birthday, and Willard gave her a big hug. He said, "We're going to Montana!"

Her Daughter replied, "Hannah Montana! I love her!"

SOOOOOO CUTE.

He then proceeded to sing her Happy birthday, and she felt compelled to sing it to herself as well!

It was sooo cute!

The Hunter...

Sometimes I feel like Steve Irwin. Whether it is socks, toys, books, water bottles or coins, my boys and I seem to have our daily hunts.

Early this morning (well, my version of early), Willard came running into our room, with huge eyes and a kleenex in his hand.

"Momma, Momma, come quick!"

I had to shake my sleepiness out...I am NOT a morning person.

Many things run through my head...Maynard got hurt (but he wasn't making a sound. Heck, he was right next to me.)...One of his toys got stuck in one of the holes in the wall...Something Diego did really impressed him...I could go on.

"I saw a Biiiiggggg Spider Momma!" He was hopping up and down like a kid on caffeine.

Lovely. Not only do I hate strongly dislike spiders, it was morning, and I am not well prepared for spider hunting from a prone position.

If it were the first time Willard had asked me to hunt down and kill a spider, it would have been different. But it seems in the last 2 weeks, spiders, or anything that crawls or moves, is a spider, and must be killed. He seems a bit obsessive about it, yet still seems as though he could crap his pants at any moment. I think he is excited to see it, yet terrified at the same time.

Maynard is also a bit freakish when it comes to creepy crawlies...he will dance on his tippy toes if he sees an ant, then proceed to bend down, and try to touch them, step on them, then come running and tell me "bider"!

In order to minimize my efforts in the dawn (ok, not really at dawn) of the day, and to avoid standing up, I asked him to show me how big it was. He touches his thumbs and fingers together to make a shape about the size of my palm.

I am a bit grossed out. I start getting the creepy crawlies, and

LIBRARY

(Sorry, Willard came in and wanted to type Library, since we will be going there later)

Where was I?

Since I can't show fear, I asked him again what he saw, so I could gather the courage to put on my brave face, and tight khaki shorts.

It was a SPIDER momma, with legs! and it ran under Maynard's bed!

Thinking he might be exaggerating how big this ---now frighteningly big--- spider could be, I asked him to show me again, how big it was.

He showed me his interpretation on how big it was, and it didn't seem any smaller, or bigger.

I place my feet on the floor. By this time, both the kids have kleenexes in their hands and are running back and forth, ready to attack this monster living under my baby's bed.

I wasn't sure how I was going to accomplish this task. See, at one time, Randy had told me he saw a large spider running around..he said it was able to lift walls, and crawl under...but he, too, has a strong dislike of spiders.



Ok, I have to pause for a heeby jeeby break.



I grab each of the boys a banana, and tell them to sit on Willard's bed. I figure rather than destroy it, I would capture it and put it into a jar or something, at least until Randy got home to view this thing. I even had a plan on how to feed him, but I won't go there today.

I grabbed the covers off the bed, shaking them. No spider.

I grabbed the sheets and mattress pad. No spider.

I grabbed the mattress, and leaned it against the closet. No spider.

I grabbed the mattress board and leaned it against the window. No spider.

I grabbed both drawers and slowly pulled them out, expecting a spider to crawl across my foot. I would have screamed like a little girl and ran out of the house to call the Orkin Man. The kids may have had to fend for themselves. Ok...well maybe not the fend for themselves part.

No spider.

Now there are only a few things under this bed. Two batteries from a flashlight. 3 pieces of train track. 3 unused diapers. A poster board tube that the boys use to roll balls through. A teddy bear.

Not too bad...that tube was a bit ominous. I started with the teddy bear. No spider. Then the batteries and train tracks. Nope. Diapers...shook them like a mad woman...no spider.

The tube. In one hand I have a container to capture this THING. I tippy-toed over and reached down for the tube with my left hand. As I was looking down, I noticed this eeeeeeetttttyyy beeeettttyy spider, next to the tube. I kinda chuckle, and ask Willard to come and look. I then relax my feet, and wonder why my foot was caving in from a cramp.

(I had to point it out to him.) Do you see it anywhere around here?

"There it is mom! Get it quick, before it bites you!"

I have him grab me a kleenex and I get the little bugger. He was no bigger than my pinky nail.

Whoa, havea look at this lil' fella! Crikey!

Eww.

Earth Day?

Earth Day.

This bothers me.

Why?

This is why:

Colossians 3:2

Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth.

The simple fact is...concentrating on the earth is not what we should be doing with our time.

And "things above" doesn't mean the ozone layer.

I'm not saying that I don't focus on things down here. But I try not to obsess.

The main reason why I do certain things that are "environmentally friendly", is because some things actually save us money. And then I can spend that money on good, healthy food that allows me to be healthy enough to live life in accordance to that verse.

Our Yard

Our yard looks as though it has mange. There are patches of grass, but its almost half dirt. It's the only real description I can think of that is accurate.

There are a couple benefits when you have a mange yard. Less mowing and less watering come to mind. When you have two boys who love dirt, it can almost be too easy to ship them out the door, and tell them to go play. They go to the sunny spot, a warm, dark brown mange spot that is dirt. They push it, throw it, kick it, pat it, breathe it, pile it. This picture was taken back in March:



They would do this all day long, if I let them.

Unfortunately, there is supposed to be grass right there. Now that the weather is getting nicer, I have steered them to the back yard where we have a big dirt pile that they can dig in, but the painfully bare spots in my yard are becoming a burden.

Why does our yard look like this?
a. I'm Lazy.
b. We've been in a drought for the last 7 or so years.
c. The dog has, over the last 2-3 years, destroyed our lawn by his constant running.

Here is what that same spot looked like a few days ago:



We have many other parts of our yard that look like this, and I want to solve this problem this year. My two next door neighbors both have beautiful green yards. Flowers and bird baths. Solar Lights and Roses. Ponds and waterfalls. Patios.

Not us.

I really want a nice yard and a green thumb. I do try! I have spent many, many hours outside, but my efforts seem to be in vain. I planted 22 plants in my 2 flower beds last year and all but 5 died. Oops.

I have never been able to successfully plant grass seed in the last three years. In fact, one of the reasons I put in a flower bed on the corner of our yard is because there was no grass there. But the dog made another Mud Hole right next to it, since our grass is so fragile and prone to disintegration:



This year, I plan on being more vigilant than ever, and I will post the progress, if there is any! Please Keep Me Accountable!

So far, I have raked, planted seed, covered the seed with more dirt and watered about 90% of the bare spots.

The weather has been beautiful, yet dry. I need to water the new seed at least 2 times a day, since it seems to take ages for seed to grow, and they need to stay wet.

I am also working on my base tan while doing all of this yard stuff, so I don't have to slather on the sunscreen all summer. Fortunately I am building off a nice burn tan I got last July. Now, if I could only lay out on my back for a few minutes a day without anyone seeing...

So I am off. I am going outside to water my dirt grass seed. I guess I will be taking every shower at the Y to reduce my water bill. Just kidding.

My New Toy.

I was at a "Department Store" today. I was ordering a reel mower, so that I can still hear the boys playing while I mowed the lawn.

I glance over my right shoulder and Oh. My. There it was.

12 amp, 220 mph, 360 cfm worth of Leaf Blower (on sale of course).

Huh? What? I put in some new flower beds last summer. Willard was such a trooper helping out. He hauled many wagon loads of dirt and rocks to help me. He made good money too...enough to buy a half ton of rock at least. Or maybe a haircut or two?



Over the winter, the leaves have made my cute rocky flower beds look terrible. (And so do the tulips that have burst through the layers of newspaper and landscaping fabric. I could have SWORE I took all of the bulbs out, but they are pesky little buggers and they are about to bloom anyhow...can't argue with beautiful Tulies!)

I can't imagine WHAT I was thinking when I put the beds in, though they look nice and help increase the value of our home. When they are in tip-top shape, they look fantastic. But now my yard has MANGE and I hope it is fixable...that is another story, for another time.

Soooooo. I just had to have something to clean the rocks up a bit. Darn impulsive buys. And it has a secret thing it does too...

I take it home, take it out of the box and put the kids in the sand box. I went to the front of the house, put on my safety glasses and proceeded to annoy all my neighbors by my squeals of delight...I mean...the sound of my new leaf blower. Who knew a gal could have sooo much fun blowing leaves all over the place?

But then it gets better. After I blew all the leaves off the rocks, I made a couple of quick adjustments and switched attachments, and OH MY...Then I got to vacuum them up! IT VACUUMS!

While taking a break (actually wiping tears of joy from my eyes), I got a phone call from Randy.

Me: Hi Honey! How are you feeling? (He hasn't been feeling all that good these last few days)
R: Pretty good. Whatcha doin?
Me:Vacuuming the yard.
R: Pause.............You're what-ing the yard?
Me: Vacuuming the yard.
R: Pause.............Why are you vacuuming the yard?
Me: 'Cause it's freaking fun, and I got us a new leaf blower slash (yes, I said the word slash) vacuum today, and it rocks.
R: Ok dear, I'm glad you are happy. (You could hear the odd "I don't understand my wife" tone, and also the "when was the last time she vacuumed the living room tone" as well...It was Monday by the way.)
Me: Ok babe, I am going to go finish, I'll call you when I am done.

I was in the process of vacuuming, and sure enough...something I blew out from the flower bed into the piles of leaves lodged itself squarely into a fin thingy inside my new blower and broke a fin thing off. So now I have to go get it fixed.

My 20 minutes of fun---cut short by a rogue leaf or something. It couldn't have been a rock, since I made sure there were no rocks in the piles of leaves.

But I can't wait to get it fixed and blow the leaves out from every spot in my yard. Then vacuum them up.

Willardism of the Morning

Randy and I were laying on our bed. The bed was already made, but we were just discussing what our plans were for the day. I was still in my pajamas, and Willard came up to us. He climbed up and body slammed us, and while he was getting off, my pajama top snuck up a bit and he could see my tummy.

He started poking it, laying his head on it, just being a kid. He was talking about what he heard. He said, "I hear water in there momma, you must be hungry. I want this to be my new home!" (As he lay his head on it.) "It's soft."

We just laughed and then he said, "It must be milk, cause milk comes from your brefs (as he points to my boobs) and goes down and then down the side."

I told him that I didnt have any more milk.

He says, "OK, OK, I have an idea. We could go to the store and get some soy milk, and pour it in there (points to my belly button) and then you will have milk again!"

Chip Heaven.

So, my new favorite thing to do is eat chips. Well, I have enjoyed it for almost 3 decades, but I have since reached perfection when it comes to eating chips, in my case, a whole bag of chips.

My all time favorite chip is Kettle Brand Spicy Thai. I can't seem to find them anywhere now. So, I have resorted to my second favorite, Sea Salt and Fresh Ground Pepper. I have found two brands that are great...Kettle, and the close second...Boulder Canyon.

Here is the quickest, and easiest way to polish off 750 calories:

1. Tear the top corner off the bag. Lick the inside. Throw it away.

2. Slowly tip the bag toward the open corner, being careful not to empty the contents on your lap.

3. Grab some chips and eat, adjusting the angle of the bag so that the chips don't come out faster than 5 mph.

4. Repeat step 3 again and again. After 3-4 Minutes, the chips should be gone. Don't cry. There is dessert.

5. Slowly tear the empty bag to the bottom and open it up to see the yummy bits caught on the creases. Feel free to catch any bits that might be hanging on the edge while this is going on.

6. Once the bag is splayed open, use your finger, or whatever, to get all the yummy bits from the corners and creases. This is CHIP HEAVEN!

7. Place the empty, open bag on the coffee table in front of you, and lay back and relax.

8. Feel guilty for the rest of the morning. And afternoon, and evening.

9. Because of your guilt, repeat the whole process.

Yoga and Head Butting.

Today, I dropped the boys off at the Y Child Watch, while I went and attempted to do Yoga. I have been going pretty consistantly these last few weeks, and I have been learning alot. They always say you need to be where your body is, and only do what your body is letting you do. TODAY WAS HARD!

It started a couple days ago. Thursday, I went and gave blood. I was very focused during that evening's class. I had my locks, and my breathing well under control. I was feeling great. I didn't expect any side effects from donating, but there was. I managed to get dizzy twice, but I didn't fall or anything. But considering I was a pint low, I really felt great. Dizzyness isn't a normal thing I experience on a daily basis. Ditzyness, now that is another thing.

Well, today my body was not into it at all. I couldn't focus. I got dizzy several times, and I felt very uncoordinated. Wow. What a wake up call. This will be the case again in 56 days. I will have to give myself a few days afterwards to level out before I doing my normal Yoga and such. Oh, and EAT BREAKFAST! Note to self!

After I got done downstairs, I went up to get the boys.

The teacher informed me that Willard had head butted Maynard. He was on time out. The boys tend to be rough with each other, but they need to learn how to resolve things without body parts. The teacher went over to him to talk about how he could do things differently the next time Maynard started stirring things up (he has that tendancy). I was also having my own chat with Maynard about sharing, etc. After Willard got off time out, he came over to me, and I asked him to apologize to Maynard. How sweet is this:

"I'm sorry for butt-heading you."

Of Female Origin.

Last night, I went shopping, by myself, at Wally World. My husband expected me to be brief. I knew it wouldn't work out that way. He was leaving, and I needed to get some items for his trip.

I had a list of things to get. Skivvies, Compressed Air, Baking Soda, Paper Towels and Kleenex.

The undies were buy-one-get-one-free, and since they are 7 bucks a shot...I got 3, so we ended up with 6! The compressed air was locked up behind doors, and since I am not old enough to bring it to the front by myself, I had to request it at the register. I got the cutest little box of baking soda ever. Smaller than my hands. (Well, that is prety plausible since I have big hands.) I got a large pack of "Paper Toweling" as I like to call them. And I couldn't find a large box of unscented, unlotioned, undisney Kleenex.

I searched and searched. I found a cute pair of jammies for 3 bucks. 6 pair of socks for $5.88 and a few other things that shall remain unnamed. (They were found in the craft section, and it had to do with a wild hair that I got from another MOPS thing we did. No, it wasn't a hair cutting book or painting or anything. It was a craft we did. Until I know if I am capable or not, I would rather not reveal what it is...LOL)

16 items later, I found the last item on my husband's list. A large box of Kleenex.

Only two hours later, I arrived home, famished, yet relaxed. A little retail therapy is good for a person. After the kids were asleep, and I got my stuff done for the night, I was ready to show my sweet and loving husband (some of) my purchases.

Here is how our conversation went:

"OH Honey! You have to see these cute socks I got tonight since all my socks are over a year old and I needed new ones aren't they just soo cute honey? They were only 6 bucks for all six of them!"

"Well, they look like socks."

"I just think they are soooo cute. I can't wait to wear them. You know, most women don't wear nice clothes and socks to impress the guys, It's to impress the girls...if I saw a girl with these socks on I would say...Oh, those socks are soooo cute...wanna be best friends???"

Randy looked at me and said. "Oh my G******* (insert your own phrase there), you are turning into a woman."

I didn't know what to say. I actually stopped talking. Rare, but it does happen from time to time. I thought about what he said...I have enjoyed shopping more. I do have cute bras now that I am not nursing. I have been wearing mascara and lip shimmer. Oh, and I have to fix my hair now.

So, I said, "Honey, I have always been a woman, even since before we met."

"No, you are turning into a normal woman. (Here, I sorta breathed a sigh of relief, until I over analyzed it.) He could sense my confusion, and potential wrath.

"More feminine I mean," He said. "Not that I don't enjoy you being more feminine. I guess its just hard to get used too, since you haven't always been that way."

So, I did what any respectable woman would do. I sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over to take my socks off, and let one rip.

He said, "Nevermind, I take it all back."

Letting Go.

I threw away 9 boxes today. It feels good.

Scales.

I try to avoid the dreaded scale, but since I have been trying to shed a few pounds, I have one in my bathroom. I try to weigh myself after I get up in the morning, and after I pee. I call it my dry weight. LOL. It was taunting me anyhow...I swear its broken. Why won't it budge? Today for some reason, I didn't put the scale away.

After lunch, I hear Willard yell, "Excuse me, Mom? Can you please come here?" I start walking from the kitchen to the bathroom, and Willard runs right into me, apparently really excited!

He promptly shakes his head from the impact, turns around and runs back to the bathroom.

I watch him step onto the scale. He looks up at me in amazement and says..."Look Mom! I'm full of pounds!"

I survived.

No traitorous armpits tonight. Just in case you were wondering.

Things Found in my Gym Bag.

I cleaned it out my Hot Pink Gym Bag today, so I could go back to Yoga tonight. There is no real relation between going to Yoga, and cleaning out my bag, but that is what I need to tell myself. Why Hot Pink? 'Cause I am usually surrounded by Blue that's why.

I take out my workout clothes after I get home each time, but it needed a deep down cleaning. I needed to get to the bottom. Here is what I found:

1. My gym shoes. They are gray and pink. They provide no ankle support whatsoever. They were cheap. They have little tread. I didn't smell them, since my oldest son doesn't yet know how to dial 911.

2. A paper on a yoga warmup from one of the gym trainers to do before lifting. I am learning how to lift weights and do cleans. Cleans are hard, interesting, and could cause a blowout. I try not to dwell on the blowout part.

3. A list of names if I need to call to see if they can fill in for me if I have to call in sick. Try to say that one 3 times fast.

4. A receipt for a hair cut my husband got the same day I had to fix mine. I don't have a clue how that got there. I am trying to forget that whole mess.

5. Shampoo, Conditioner, Soap. The Y is one of the few places I get to shower in peace, without the boys screaming at me, or the water running cold. Sometimes I do have to listen to older women talking loudly about their mammograms...but I can live with that. As long as there is a towel to stand on.

6. Shaver. El Cheapo. Dull. Hate using. If I forget to shave at home, I have to use it there. If someone is THAT close to my armpits, they should be slapped. Since we know how traitorous they can be.

7. 2 full bottles of water.

8. 1 empty bottle of water. I guess this is as close to a box as I get this time. I do re-use them.

9. A hairband I have never used in public. I look like a dork, banded with blue dorkness.

10. 1 dime. Shiny. 2000. I would say...mint condition. I dont know where I will invest it though. Probably a city parking meter.

11. A coupon for Rayovac batteries. ???

12. A schedule for a local yoga studio. They have HOT YOGA there. Hot Yoga is where you do yoga in a hot room. Though, that would mean sweating in close proximity to others. Maybe not. Maybe I will try the Burlesque Booty Burn class...or maybe the Samba class?

13. Gray string from the zipper of my makeup bag. It must have wanted a change of scenery.

14. MP3 Player and ear things.

15. 5 pony tail holders, which I can't really use effectively since...well, you know.

16. A little dirt. Probably from the bottom of my shoes.

Not bad. Not bad at all. No fingernail clippings. No underwear. No food. My husband would be so proud.

Question of the Day.

If quitters never win, why are you supposed to quit when you are ahead?



(I got this from a movie I watched recently...lol!)

A Note to Dancing with the Stars.

Dear Dancing with the Stars,

(More specifically, the color uncoordinated Costume Designers,)

The costume construction is fantastic. I look forward to watching the show each week. However, I expect the colors of the dancers' costumes to match their partner! IS THAT SO HARD? I have been watching DWTS since the beginning... WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN? I noticed you match white with white and black with black, but for Pete's sake people...MATCH THE COLORS!

If you hear...the colors for this outfit are going to be blue...don't just grab the closest BLUE! Buy enough fabric that MATCHES so that they don't look distracting out on the dance floor. You are professionals!

Until then, I will have to watch it in black and white.

Thank you.

Arm Pits.

**Some people may not find this very funny at all. Read at your own risk.

I haven't been to Thursday night Power Yoga. I miss it. So, why haven't I been going? Well. The real reason is because My Sweet and Loving Husband is home and my schedule is messed up. I have been to the gym, but I keep missing the class! The deeper question is...why am I missing Yoga Class on a subconscious level? After all...why not explore the depths of my psyche for all the world to read (or three people)?

I don't have many fears. Death...nah...Spiders...maybe. Farting in public...Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner! It must be the most humiliating thing I could do to myself. Remember when I farted in front of Bobby??? I almost died!

I have a fear of doing this. Generally, I find farting funny, but not when I do it in public. I even wish I had a more pleasant word to use other than fart...but I haven't found one that is right. That word itself makes me cringe and smile at the same time. The technical term is just not right...flatulence? Growing up a tomboy with a bunch of boy cousins... I have heard my fair share of phrases:

Barking Spiders
Mouse on a Harley
Floating an Air Biscuit
Thunder from Down Under
SBV/SBD
Stepping on the Duck
Chanel #2
Cut the Cheese

Oh, I could go on.

Guess what happened in Yoga Class a couple weeks ago? We were doing a great twist and a bind. My left hand was supposed to reach around and grab my right hand behind me. The class was going great. And then it happened.

It was loud. It was very embarrassing. My ARM PIT farted. OH MY. And it wasn't even a real fart! I tried to laugh it off...but I could only think of how many people were wondering why I had the nerve to fart in class! I wish I could have just yelled: IT WAS MY ARMPIT! But I was too stunned to even speak.

I remember my younger days...using my armpits as musical instruments. It was harmless fun. I never knew that I had prepared and primed my armpit to humiliate me 20 years later.

I have to go back to Power Yoga. I really enjoy that particular Yoga class. And it wasn't a real fart. I know. But what if someone remembers??? When will I go back? Do I wait a month, and hopefully everyone forgets? Because, in all reality, I don't think I will forget any time soon. EVER. Traitorous armpit. Do I suck it up and go back this week? Probably. But will I be able to concentrate? What if it happens again? What if a real one sneaks up on me and I have to move out of the state...

I'll let you know!

Maynard prays.

And it sounds really cute and funny. He tries to copy Willard. SO CUTE!

Here is what it sounds like:

Hah Wahder, Danedue Dedus Dins. Danedue Dahee, Mahma, bwoder, me. Foo. Uhdandeen. Dedus Naa, Ameh.

(He calls Willard, Brother, and he usually throws food in there.)

Here is what Willard generally says (Maynard's words are in bold):

Heavenly Father, Thank you for sending Jesus to die on the cross for our sins. Thank you for Daddy, Momma, Maynard and me. And for spiritual understanding. In Jesus' name, Amen.

SOOO CUTE AND SWEET!

Boxes and a Hidden Willardism.

I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend!

So I thought I would expand on the box issue...since it really has been bothering me since I found the box under the bed. I find it quite humorous, yet strange.

I save boxes. I don't know why. Most of the boxes actually contain the original item that I bought. Maybe I am just anal? Maybe I am weird...ok, I know I am weird. Maybe I am a bit OCD? I generally keep these boxes in their proper places. Closets, Shelves, etc...but I did look around to see what boxes I was keeping.

My husband made a corner shelf for his new pore magnifying television he got in December. He needed a woodworking tool to finish the edges or something. I STILL HAVE THE BOX. (And the bags!)(HAHAHA! We still have the box for the TV in the garage as well because it is a nice piece to lay down on top of the concrete!)

I have the computer box from this very computer sitting in the garage. Our computer is 4 years old.

I do keep shoe boxes, but that is because they are so darn handy!

But there is more.

About 6 years ago, I also bought a "hair dryer" (I call it a blow dryer. Someone corrected me, but I still can't get over it.). I never really used it. I STILL HAVE THE BOX. And the bag it gets wrapped in. And NOW, since I have a "current" hair 'do...I HAVE to blow dry my hair after I take a shower. And yes, I put it back in the bag, back in the box. (WEIRD?) I still haven't figured out the volumizer attachment.

And while I am on this subject...There are 3 things I don't like doing with my hair. In no particular order:

1. Blow "Hair" drying.
2. Curling/Flattening/Fixing "Styling" (correction).
3. Using Hair Spray/Mousse/Gel "Product" (another correction).

And guess what? I HAVE TO DO ALL THREE NOW. What a nice punishment for trying to cut my own hair. That means I also have to look at my ever graying hair too. Nice. I still have to post a picture of it, don't I? Bleh...I am still getting used to it.

Ok...where was I?

Boxes.

In the winter of 1999, right while we moved to South Dakota, I bought a keyboard, since I enjoy playing the piano, but I can't really play. I won't even tell Randy how much I paid for it. I had it out recently (ok, it was in the fall!), since the boys were interested in it. I STILL HAVE THE BOX. With the styrofoam. And the keyboard stand box too. So, since it was collecting dust again...I put it away today.

I have a set of Steam set hot curlers or something like that...Aqua Curl. They come in a container, that you put water in the bottom, plug it in, and the curlers have wax in them and the wax heats up, the water evaporates and penetrates the velvet wrapped curlers and all of that helps curl your hair. I got these in High School. I have used them probably a dozen times...I STILL HAVE THE BOX!

More Boxes:

External Hard Drive

Wireless Router

Wireless Adapter

Laptop

Foot Massager/Bubble Bath (Yes, I put it back in the bag, back in the box)

Hand Held Steamer (Don't use that one often either...lol. Heck...the last time I even IRONED was when I ironed ribbon for gifts I was making in December! Still in the bag though!)

Cell Phone

Candles (I don't really burn them anymore. I have two boys. They never stay lit!)

Toothpaste (Yes, this one is odd, but I like reading about the toothpaste...a snippet from the back..."most other toothpastes contain gritty abrasives: sand, bone and chalk that can damage teeth by..." ...brightens and cleans without harming ... " ...has incorporated this nonabrasive fiber into a remarkably effective..." OK I just threw it away. But it contains no saccharin...whatever that is. And it's cinnamon flavored, and every once in a while I like to change things up!)

Food Processor (I found out tonight that you can cut up beef in chunks, and put it in there, and pulse it until it makes ground beef! That is so cool. No more 6 bucks a lb. for ground beef! YAY! I thought I needed a special tool! I made Sloppy Jews. Well, that is what Willard called them, until I corrected him (after I giggled a bit, cause it was so darn funny!). Sorry for the slur, and for anyone who might have been offended or may come across this in a google search...but he is only 4...And I did correct him--they are Sloppy JOES!!) (OH...and we do talk about Jews and Gentiles and the Bible...so that is probably where he got that from!)

Sweater Making Machine

Diapers (I actually use these boxes for all kinds of things, mostly toys, books, donations and such.)

Make-Up (I started to wear mascara and lip gloss since it adds a little life, but I had to buy new stuff since all of my stuff was older than I want to admit. I recently picked up some loose powder and pressed powder. The jury is still out on whether I will use them on a regular basis. I have to learn how to do this step efficiently.)

Why do I save boxes? Who knows. Do I care? Well...Yes, a little...since I might possibly have attachment issues. But the bigger question is...when will I stop?

I can't answer that either.

I don't really feel better about it. In fact, it makes me a bit perplexed. I better go, I have to be up early tomorrow to fix style my hair.

Things Found Under the Bed.

We have mattresses that are warranteed. If something isn't the way it should be, I just get a new one.

In the fall of 2006, (Ok, so maybe I procrastinated a little...) I called the company here in town, and they came out to the house, and inspected our box spring. It was squeaking! So, they said to bring that one in and we can get a replacement.

Well, I had every intention on doing it last summer....LOL, yes, the summer of 2007, cause we had a cute little GMC Sierra, and it was so fun. Well, it literally BURNED UP on the side of the road one day, while Randy was driving it, and we had no truck. We got another truck a couple months later, but by then, it was too darn cold (read, I was too lazy) to do anything about it.

I got a wild hair again today...I called the place...asked if they still had the boxspring. Yep...But by this time I had no clue where the bag was that the inspector gave me to wrap it in. I ran up there, grabbed a bag, came home, had Willard help me with his little wagon (One of the best garage sale finds ever...50 cents...that wagon...and an identical one I got for Maynard for 1.00 at another one) by putting his end in it and using it as a dolly. We got it into the back of the truck, took it there, exchanged it, got the new one home, unloaded it, and now it rests (at almost midnight) on its side, in our room.

I am attempting to rearrange my room...funny. I have to clean under the bed. I didn't find too many odd things there, but I thought I might share.

1. 3 Sweater Boxes...with sweaters I have never worn. Mostly wool.
2. A reusable baby wipe. They are the handiest things...handmade. As a gift when we had Maynard.
3. Used Kleenex. Eww.
4. Sweater making machine, that I haven't quite figured out yet.
5. A Washer. I am not sure what bolt it came from.
6. Dust Bunnies. Must be gathering for spring.
7. Hole punch confetti...Still wondering how those got there.
8. A missing piece to a really cool magnetic car of the boys'.
9. The box to my external hard drive. (A bad habit. I do save boxes, but I am getting better!)
10. A lid to a plastic shoe box.
11. A piece of wood. Maybe a 1/4" x 6" x 8". No clue where that came from either!
12. The book: Freight Train, by Donald Crews...one of the boys' favorites!

Well, I am off. To put the bed together that is. Wish me luck.

18436572...MORE Randomness from a Lazy Day.

I am still in my jammies. Thought of this...had to share.

18436572.

Do you know what that is? It is the firing order for a Chevy small block. I recite it in my sleep sometimes...well...not really. But it did kind of impress a certain hunk I met almost 10 years ago...and now he is my husband!

I had to know it when I was younger. It was the magic number. I loved to help my dad with mechanical stuff, and my dad was always working on one thing or another. He decided that it would be the number I needed to memorize in order for me to get things, just for fun!

Like...Dad, can I have some ice cream? What's the magic number? Or, Dad, can I take the car to town? What's the magic number? (Of course I would use please as well...)

I also had to sing songs to get things too:

Oh, My Darling Clementine
Honeycomb
From a Jack to a King
Mares eat Oats
King of the Road
Bicycle Built for Two

...and that is just a short compilation.

I sometimes had to say..Yes, Sir, Daddy, Sir!

At the time I thought it all of it was fun, but it had its moments of pure horror, like in front of company. But just thinking about the funny stuff I'd have to do brings back great memories. I love my Dad for doing that though. Thanks Dad!

Randomness

I am relaxing today. It is after 3pm and I am still in my jammies. I am eating black bean enchiladas, and looking at funny sites...

And then I remembered that I can see who came to my blog via google search..there aren't alot...but...

Here are a couple that seem benign enough:

"my new do" ...very benign...after all I did just get my hair cut a week ago.

"boys hair clippers" ...ok, good...did you see the boy's new 'dos by the way?

So, that is cool...people google lots of things!

But...these two:

"crapped my pants" UM...

and...

"made my husband girlie".............................?

I just had to laugh.

Although there was one time, where, for Halloween, MANY, MANY years ago...I did help my husband with just that. And I have proof. With pictures. But I wont show them...yet anyhow.

These two...

They are a handful.
They got new haircuts today.
They are too cute.
They are making that face because of the tickle monster.

The tiniest things...

Imagine it is a beautiful Spring day. A rain storm just passed over, and off in the distance you see the remnants of the storm. You keep staring and suddenly there is a ray of light coming out of the clouds, illuminating the air. Beautiful sight. Have you ever seen that same effect when a curtain is opened slightly and the sun is beaming in through the little crack? Sometimes, if it's in the afternoon, and the sun is beating on the same spot on the floor, I want to lay down on it like a cat, bellyup, not a care in the world. Ahhhh....OK, back to reality.

The two boys are constantly fighting over the tiniest things, mostly toys. I never thought that it would be something as funny as this. This morning, before we took off for the day, our boys were in the livingroom. I was on the phone with my loving husband, and I started to hear yelling and screaming from the livingroom.

I walk in the livingroom loudly (well, loudly with my voice HA! "What's going on?!"), they both look up at me...I look at them and am confused, since they were both playing with nothing. Though, there was a beautiful stream of sun coming in the room from the crack in the curtain. Ahhhhh....

I turn around to leave the room, and they start fighting again. (No, I want to! No, It's my turn!) What in the world?

So I ask, "What are you two fighting over?"

I look over, and they are shoving each other. I walk up to them, and ask, "What seems to be the problem?"

Willard and Maynard both look at me funny again. Then Willard says, "But Mom, it's my turn to play with the dust!"

I about peed.

My boys were fighting over dust. Yes. Dust. They figured out that when the sun shines in, and they get on the furniture, little pieces of dust fly up and you can see them in the sunlight!

And since they truly do fight over the tiniest things, it was inevitable that this would happen!

Another One...

Today, the boys and I got to watch a train go by. With a straight face, Willard looks at me and said,


"Mom, seeing that train, makes me hungry for toast."


I about split my side.

Willardism of the night.

You may need to read this first.

"Last day, I saw something STICKING UP...It was a pony nail, so I BIT it off!"

I said..."Really?"

He said, "It's OK, it means everyone gets pony nails."

I don't have a license...

...to cut hair that is.

I wanted a clipper set. So, my loving husband bought me a shiny new clipper set a few months ago (I am practical!). It has many guards and I can cut the boys' hair pretty good. They don't complain, (yet!) cause they dont know the difference! And the cool thing about this hair cutting set...it also comes with scissors and little alligator clips.

I am not afraid of scissors. I found that trimming my own hair has saved me lots of money in the past. I consider myself a pretty capable individual. I like trying new things! So why was I drawn to the scissors this week?

At MOPS on Tuesday, we had a spa day. I painted my fingernails (been over 5 years!), got a foot, hand and back massage, AND I got my hair styled. The stylist who was doing the demonstration recommended layers for me, since I have fine hair and it would give me more body. She showed me how to do beachy-waves...very cute. Even cuter if you have layers and long hair.

After mulling the thought over a couple days, I got a wild hair Thursday. I had a very nice view in my mind of what I wanted my hair to look like. Kind of like when you see a nice landscape, you just want to paint it. On a big canvas. Like Bob Ross...happy little trees.

Layers. How hard could layers be anyway? Heck, I've trimmed my hair tons of times...And, I really needed a cut anyhow. I even have sharp scissors and those little alligator clips to keep my hair sectioned.

Did I ever mention I can't paint. I read Ree's Blog the other day, about how she can't paint. I can totally sympathize with her. She longs to do it, but knows she can't. I, too, have to accept the fact that I will never be a painter. Unless its paint by numbers. Maybe.

Where was I. Oh yeah...The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I mean...well, South Dakota, and Scissors...although there are some people who can carve wood with a chainsaw and they do fantastic work...but that would involve trees and I have already established I can't paint. And I have yet to operate a chainsaw. I will move on before I get anymore thoughts or wild hairs.

Oh My.

I have to realize and accept that I have no formal training on cutting hair. I am not a stylist, and I should not be experimenting with scissors. It's a good thing I didn't pay myself in advance. I made a few mistakes. If you just googled "How to cut layers" and you are thinking about doing it yourself...don't. Get professional help. Just take my advice. Back away from the scissors.

My first mistake was even thinking of cutting layers in my hair, and then my next mistake was continuing to attempt to fix what I had done. Funny thing is, you are supposed to start at the top and work your way down. What was I thinking? I have had LONG hair. It was nice. My husband likes liked my hair. My new 'do didn't seem that bad until I washed it, and then tried to style/curl it, with beachy-waves.

Thankfully, I could still pull it into a ponytail. I couldn't do anything else with it until I had a sitter and could humble myself enough to go have someone try to salvage it. TRY.

My sweet and loving husband came home Friday...(home for the weekend-YAY!) and he was not impressed to say the least. He has always liked long hair, and I had slaughtered mine. So, today we both went in for a cut...He needed his done, and believe me, I've tried to cut his, but it just isn't as fast or as nice or as even as when they do it. (I am sticking to the boys' hair only!)

My stud looks HOT with his trimmed up, clean cut style. Since the boys were asleep in the van, he came out and sat in the van while it was my turn. The sweet, unsuspecting stylist (not the one from the spa day) didn't quite know what she was in for, since my hair was still in a ponytail.

I explained my "situation" and then took the ponytail out of my hair. She walked around it a bit. Walked around the other way. She said, "I think I can blend it, but we might have to cut a bit more off." I told her that as long as it didn't look the way it did, I was going to have to deal with it. I also explained that I needed it in a pony, if possible, and she assured me that she would try her best.

Now, blending is kinda like layering, but with more little layers, sorta. I have no clue. I just watched her. She kinda had an Edward Scissorhands frenzy about her. (Although she was not pale, a dude, and he didn't have curly black hair. She was a cute little thing!) Spray, comb, snip, snip....spray....comb. Snip, comb, snip....I tried to just find something that would be redeeming about this.

I felt lighter! My hair is definately lighter! (Anything to loose a little weight eh?)

She pointed out a couple holes I had cut in it, but that no one would notice them unless they started combing through it. She did a phenominal job, considering what she had to work with, and I can still get most of it in a pony. She didn't style it, which, I should have had her do it, but we needed to get more errands done. So after some errands, and some odd looks from my darling, I went home and used my new flat iron to attempt to style it. I tried to make it look cute. But in all honesty, the stylist did a great job blending my mess, and I think with a little practice, I could get a cute 'do out of it.

I walked out of the bathroom and my sweet and loving, yet very, very honest husband says...

"It's the worst hair style you've had since we've known each other." (He remembers seeing pictures of the short-short one..his least favorite.) "You are still beautiful (he needs glasses, by the way), but your hair is...............not."

I just have to laugh. If you were to see his face when he said that, you would too. Poor guy. I can live with it, but he only gets to see me a few times a month, and he has to look at my hair. I am so thankful he loves me even though he doesn't like my hair.

If I wasn't having a bad face day (funny, I have those every day...lol), I would take a picture of it for you. Maybe later, after I try to style it again. Oh, and there is no photographic record of what it looked like as a disaster. Unless some random stranger whipped out their phone cam and needed proof of what not to do to your hair.

One of My Most Embarrassing Moments.

I thought I would embarrass myself all over again...for 3 people to see....lol. I hope this makes you smile a bit.

All through Elementary and Grade School, heck, even into High School, I had a crush on Bobby. That is his real name. (Keeping it real.) His dad worked/works (can't remember) with my dad, so it was kind of easy to have a crush on him. He also had a cute younger brother named Nicky. Every time my dad mentioned his dad's name, I would start daydreaming about the time in Elementary School (Kindergarten or 1st Grade) when it was one of the first few days of school and it was recess, and for some reason Bobby grabbed MY hand and walked with me out to the playground. As soon as we got outside and he saw his friends, he took off, but I tell you what, I really liked that kid. Even when he and his friends would go around "shifting" their privates from first gear to second gear to third gear...weird, but, they were boys, and boys do things like that.

So, it may have been the same year, but we were in the same reading class. Technically, I think we were in the same real class, but it's kinda foggy, since it was over 15 years ago. But I remember this particular moment as if it were yesterday.

We were all seated in a half circle, and I was almost across from Bobby. I believe I had just read out loud, or had just recently. I was a ball of nerves as it was and I was watching Bobby read out loud. And then, I farted. Loud.

I dont know why I did. It slipped! But I was mortified, cause EVERYONE heard it. But worse yet, Bobby heard it too. And he looked up from his book, but continued reading out loud. I blurted out...Excuse Me! But my reading teacher just glared at me! I was so embarrassed.

I avoided him at all costs after that. I don't even know if he knew I had a crush on him. Well, I did. And he and his brother eventually dropped the y's from their name and went by Bob and Nick.

I had another somewhat embarrassing moment with his younger brother a few years later. I was having a sleep over with my friend Misty from school, and one of my cousins. Guess who came over to visit my dad? Nicky was there, and I don't really remember if Bobby was there or not. Us 3 girls turned my parents little loveseat so that the back of it was facing the kitchen, where they were all talking. We kept peeking over the edge of the couch, trying to get a good view of Nicky without him seeing. But, of course, he saw us every time.

Big dorks!

A Bunch of Sickos Around Here.

Really. All of us are Sick. Willard seems to be the least bit, but still has a bit of a cough. Maynard has been lounging around for the last 2 days. Kinda nice really, since I feel as though I have been hit by a bus and I only have to chase after one wild and crazy kid. I did take a Epsom Salt bath last night, which seemed to help quite a bit. Maybe it was the peace and quiet?

Good news though...I have lost 2 lbs in the last few days. Again...anything to loose a little weight hey? Well, maybe it was the dancing this weekend. But it could been the fact that I haven't been eating much. It will all come back once my appetite is back. I'm hoping my stomach shrinks a bit by then...wishful thinking!

I do hope we all get over this shortly! It has sure taken its toll. I am going to shove us all full of zinc, vitamin C, and water and hope we all are better for these nice days that are coming up! It is supposed to be almost 60 (yes 60!) on Saturday! I am excited to get working on the yard again. Though, not excited for the land mines from the dog.

I might take another bath again tonight. I googled Epsom Salt, and found that it is actually quite good for you. Its a great way to naturally flush toxins (right up my alley) and relax. Also great for many other things, but right now, all I can think about is getting better.

Until next time...

Cereal.

Willard wanted gwah-nih-wah this morning for breakfast. Maynard wanted...de-woh (Cereal). Maynard has been saying that for many weeks now, but it was the first time Willard was specific. After using my sleuthing skills, I poured him a bowl of granola...his favorite.

I got to work tonight for a few hours. It was very odd being back in the swing of things. I know I might not work again for a few weeks, but it was strangely fun to be at work.

A kinda crazy thing happened at work though. There was a "perp" hanging out in their vehicle in the parking lot. Some of the gals got a bit nervous, and the manager ended up calling the PD. I guess they caught up with him after he left the parking lot.

I get the silly scenarios going through my head:

1. What if I went out and knocked on the window and was so scary, they'd leave the parking lot....not a good plan. Even if you have pepper spray.
2. What if they are just putting the kids to sleep in the vehicle and need to have a place to sit and read a book?
3. What if they follow me home and knock me off the road and shoot me. (I know...a little extreme, since I was driving our work truck.)
4. What if they just were looking at a map?
5. Why am I worried about this?
6. Ok, I'm done.

Well, it's bed time for mommas. I have a sore throat. I suppose a run to Staple and Spice will have to happen tomorrow for some sort of throat spray.

Goodnight!

Bad Girl.

It has been a week, and though I know no one is dangling on a new chapter of a steamy romance story, or dying to hear about yoga again, I sorta feel bad.

Sorry.


So what have I been doing?

Well, going to the Y. Almost daily. It is such a welcomed break from the boys, and I feel so great afterwards. Randy will surely be impressed when he comes home. (I love you babe!) I got a great book on YOGA moves, and have been practicing to gain balance, strength and flexibility. Tough, but again, I feel really great afterwards!

Eating. Afterall, a girl's gotta eat! My favorites this week have been Blue Corn Tortilla Chips with Flax Seed, Peanut Butter Bumpers, and cheese. Mostly Junk, but its been so good, I just kept eating them...in moderate portions of course.

Showering. Yes. I do shower. But now, I do it at the Y, and I don't have visions of mattresses off beds, torn books, bite marks and bickering from the kids. And I actually get to shave my legs. Don't tell anyone!

Talking with Randy. He has a hands free deal so I can talk to him. We are thankful that we are able to talk for free, othewise it would cost all of our profits!

What have I not been doing?

Watching TV. I mean, I have watched some, but not I deleted all the movies I had recorded so there wasnt much on my DVR.

Sleeping Well. I am a night owl as it is, and my sleep pattern is kinda whacked. I guess I watch TV when I go to bed. Mostly Fox News. I don't try to turn on The Weather Channel unless its imperitive.

Reading my bible. I really miss this, so I am hoping to get back into it, but my flesh-spirit battle is raging. Its hard to be so focused on the kids and the house and the dog and stuff and then want to focus on God's Word. I know that I need to be there, but I just haven't been. And my overall mood has definately reflected that.


Well, I must get going. I have a date with my babe on the phone in about 10 minutes! (Talking about trip reports and stuff!!! Yehaw!)

Oh,What a (Beautiful?) Morning!

My day has been less than ideal.

But let me back up. I didn't want to talk about it last night, so I will tell you now.

Remember how I tried to do an ab attack class and tweaked my neck a bit? It hadn't gotten any better, but I have been babying it a little. Randy was expected home last night and I went and got in a workout at the Y and then I blowdried my hair, put on mascara and lip gloss and I even had my nice boots on (3 inch heels..they are UBER cute!).

After walking around in them all day yesterday, I got the call that he was finally on his way
(after getting stuck in Belle for a while), so I got the kids all loaded up ready to go pick him up from the yard. My neck was bothering me a bit, but since I am not good at math, I never put 2 and 2 together.

We get home, eat and start getting the kids ready for bed. I needed to go get some things for him from the grocery store. While Randy was getting them into bed, I ran to the store. I had to get a few gallons of water, some food, and also a case of bottled water for him to take with him.

By midpoint in my shopping trip, I realized that my neck pain was getting even worse, and I still had to lift the water and groceries out of the cart and into the van.

I get home and Randy unloaded the van for me, and after I put the cold stuff away, I just sat on the couch and wanted to relax and check my email, write a blog, etc. After a while, I got up and started moving around (still had my dang boots on!). I started putting the water away and my neck and back just started cramping up and I couldn't move my left arm without causing serious pain. I poured some olive oil into a cup and started warming it, thinking that Randy would be able to rub the muscle to make it feel better. I finally took my boots off, and then did the math...duh!

The massage was great, but it only dulled the pain a bit. So, I figured if I just went to bed, I would feel better in the morning.

WRONG.

Since I had (just kidding babe!) to share the bed with Randy, I slept really awkward and when I woke up to go to a meeting this morning...there was no getting up. Randy had left at 6am to go finish getting unloaded/loaded, and I was not in any position to start getting the kids ready, let alone drive anywhere. Thankfully, the kids were playing nicely in their room.

I got a call from one of the ladies that I was supposed to meet with (since I didn't have her number off hand and I wasn't about to go searching). I let her know I wasnt going to make it. Right afterwards, Maynard came into the room, wanting to duddle (cuddle in Maynardese). So, he climbed up, got his little legs under the covers and prepared for laying down. Well, he was trying to be funny, and he whipped back to lay down. Well, my face, more specifically, my eye, was directly in his path.

So, after I jerked out of bed from the pain of my eye, then lay back down from the pain of my neck, I just wanted to cry. In fact, I did, but don't tell anyone.

I had to get up and get a cold pack and some lavender and had to put my thoughts together for the day...

Here I am blogging...with a bruised eye, and a strained neck...I might have to go get a massage for Valentine's Day...