very quick because easter is too flippin' early this year. The almighty and powerful Janet has sent me not just one but TWO new banners. You have to wait for the fun and magical Spring banner until after Sunday.
Enjoy :) For a few days anyway :)
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
when you're having a bad day...
pray for a telemarketer to call. No, really. Give this a shot. It would make my day and yours :)
Thursday, March 13, 2008
what next?
i keep trying to blog something witty and fantastic. Alas...I got nothin'. I believe last weekend's blizzard (20 inches of snow in 24 hrs) sucked my life force away. Mostly because a mere 4 days before the blizzard it was SEVENTY DEGREES. Way to go Mother Nature. Give us a nibble of spring. Let us play outside without down coats, hats, scarves, gloves, boots, and snow pants and then turn around and hand us our asses in the form of snow. Thanks. Love ya. Smooches Mother N.
So anyways...I'm a little weather beaten and bitter and also, word has gotten out around town that I lack the capacity to say no and damn if people aren't using it against me. Bastards! I am an over-committed, sleep deprived moron who STILL can't say no. But, hey! What would I bitch about if I didn't have crappy weather and a cup that runneth over? This blog would be covered by pictures of this..
and this...
And while that's funny (isn't it? Or is it just me?) I doubt me posting pictures and videos is all that entertaining. My whining? Oh, VERY entertaining! So for you, my 2 readers, I will continue to over-commit. You're welcome.
So anyways...I'm a little weather beaten and bitter and also, word has gotten out around town that I lack the capacity to say no and damn if people aren't using it against me. Bastards! I am an over-committed, sleep deprived moron who STILL can't say no. But, hey! What would I bitch about if I didn't have crappy weather and a cup that runneth over? This blog would be covered by pictures of this..
and this...
And while that's funny (isn't it? Or is it just me?) I doubt me posting pictures and videos is all that entertaining. My whining? Oh, VERY entertaining! So for you, my 2 readers, I will continue to over-commit. You're welcome.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
what the...
my brother brought this one to my attention. It is a spoof on David Blaine's Street Magic and it had me in hysterics. There is some significant f-bomb usage, so not one for the chiclets :)
Happy weekend...
Happy weekend...
Thursday, March 06, 2008
eight...
my first born turned eight today. It's crazy to me to think that I went to bed a mere eight years ago, a whale of a human being who was 5 days overdue and cranky, and now I have this boy who calls me mom and rolls his eyes when I make a corny joke. You blink and 8 whole years are GONE. Granted, we've had a busy eight years. 3 states, 4 job changes, 2 more kids, 4 houses...I could go on forever. We've had our share of change. But through all those changes Justin has proved to be the easy-going kid, who rolls with the punches, and accepts change as a part of our life.
I know it's only a matter of time before he stops telling me he loves me every time he gets out of the van to get on the bus, or letting me kiss the top of his head in front of other kids at school, or climbing up to snuggle in my lap. He hardly fits in my lap, but he still wants to try it from time to time. I feel like the next time I blink, all of that will be gone and he'll be a cranky teenager who slams his door in my face when I tell him he can't go somewhere or do something.
In the meantime. I cherish the fact that he still tells me he loves me every day before bed, and still wants birthday cake for breakfast.
Happy Birthday little man. Hope all your wishes come true!
I know it's only a matter of time before he stops telling me he loves me every time he gets out of the van to get on the bus, or letting me kiss the top of his head in front of other kids at school, or climbing up to snuggle in my lap. He hardly fits in my lap, but he still wants to try it from time to time. I feel like the next time I blink, all of that will be gone and he'll be a cranky teenager who slams his door in my face when I tell him he can't go somewhere or do something.
In the meantime. I cherish the fact that he still tells me he loves me every day before bed, and still wants birthday cake for breakfast.
Happy Birthday little man. Hope all your wishes come true!
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
rock the vote...
today was the big primary for the great state of o-hi-o. Along with voting for my candidate of choice (and wondering how much longer Huckabee is going to hang on? Seriously... President Huckabee? Sounds too Andy Griffith for me. Sorry Mike.) I also got to vote on our school levy. We live in one of those booming districts that used to be covered in farmland and is now covered in subdivisons. We've got the old folks not wanting to part with any more tax money for new schools and the younger crowd seeing the need for new schools. I hope us youngun's win out, but I've run into a few ignorants over the past week who think our money would be better spent on portable trailers. Because, you know, they're so much cheaper than a whole new school! Right and they last like 4 years and then we are right back where we are today only with 5 $40,000 trailers that we can't use now. But, I digress. The major bonus for me- aside from the cool "I voted today" sticker I'm currently sporting- is that Matt stopped on the way home and got me a giant Starbucks coffee to reward me for being a responsible voting adult. SWEET! This from the responsible, grown up, voting adult man who voted for one of the county commissioners because he likes his name. I can't make too much fun of him I guess, because I'd have voted for Bill Clinton again before I put someone in office whose last name is Huckabee. Again, sorry Mike. I just can picture other world leaders mocking you behind your back. It's hard to take someone seriously and not call them a Huckleberry. Maybe it's just me.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
janet is amazing and fabulous once again...
or should i say janet is amazing and fabulous as always? Yep, that's it. As always! I didn't even ask this time, I just received :) Such a fun surprise in my inbox!! Now my blog is all cute and o-so festive!!!
In other news, I tried a new class at the uber-fabulous gym today. Spinning. In the name of all that is holy, do not attempt this class without someone who knows what they are doing. If I had followed the instructor's cues instead of listening to my mother who was 'spinning' along beside me, I would not be walking upright. She kept telling me not to up my resistance every time the guy told us to do it. I consider myself fairly in shape and that class KICKED MY ASS. Literally. I believe my ass is bruised from the bike seat. And I barely raised my resistance. I will feel like I can conquer the world when I can make it through that class and actually follow the resistance cues and remain standing the whole time I'm supposed to. Today I was seriously afraid to get off of the bike when it was over because I was certain my legs (which felt like wet jello) would give way and I'd fall on my face in front of all of those in shape people. I did NOT fall on my face in case you were wondering. But walking down the steps to the locker room was a serious challenge.
But on a bright note, I did not fart. I could have and totally gotten away with it because it isn't quiet like pilates class, but I didn't. I know you're all so proud!
In other news, I tried a new class at the uber-fabulous gym today. Spinning. In the name of all that is holy, do not attempt this class without someone who knows what they are doing. If I had followed the instructor's cues instead of listening to my mother who was 'spinning' along beside me, I would not be walking upright. She kept telling me not to up my resistance every time the guy told us to do it. I consider myself fairly in shape and that class KICKED MY ASS. Literally. I believe my ass is bruised from the bike seat. And I barely raised my resistance. I will feel like I can conquer the world when I can make it through that class and actually follow the resistance cues and remain standing the whole time I'm supposed to. Today I was seriously afraid to get off of the bike when it was over because I was certain my legs (which felt like wet jello) would give way and I'd fall on my face in front of all of those in shape people. I did NOT fall on my face in case you were wondering. But walking down the steps to the locker room was a serious challenge.
But on a bright note, I did not fart. I could have and totally gotten away with it because it isn't quiet like pilates class, but I didn't. I know you're all so proud!
Friday, February 22, 2008
it's friday...
so let the friday funnies continue. The dogs are feeling slighted, so it's funny dogs this week :)
Enjoy..
Enjoy..
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
gym nirvana...
oh my. I have lived most of my adult life using my local YMCA as my gym. I'm not a gym snob. I only need the bare essentials. I've never seen the need for a big, pretty, expensive gym. I'm not a huge fan of exercise. I make myself do it, and then I feel better, but I still have to make myself. The Y that we used in Michigan was NICE. It was not new, but they had great equipment, a great staff, a super hot trainer...you get the picture. Then we moved to Ohio. We found out they opened a !! NEW Y!! right across the main street that our subdivision runs off of. A mere 3 min drive from my garage. Only, it was not so much a new Y as it was a REALLY old building that they inherited. But it had new equipment. All I need is an elliptical and a treadmill to keep me happy (or so I told myself) because it's so close to home!! So convenient!! Only they were supposed to start renovations last Fall and never did. It is a dump with new equipment and I despise the woman who runs the kid's playroom. She's always late opening it and makes me late for classes. ALWAYS LATE. Major pet peeve for me.
Anyway...our year long commitment with them was coming to a close and I was trying to decide whether I was going to continue to give them my money in hopes that they would somehow, someday have enough to begin renovation and, oh I don't know, start by adding a locker room. Did I mention it was a dump? Then last week my mom mentioned that the uber-fabulous gym she belongs to was running a special where she could add me to her existing membership for only $29 a month. I was wary because I knew it was too good to be true. Except it was true. I joined last weekend and ventured in today for my first workout.
To call it uber-fabulous does not do it justice. They have a cardio cinema. Seriously. An actual movie theater filled with cardio equipment. I worked out for over an hour today on an elliptical machine while watching Ocean's 11. Brad Pitt & George Clooney make you forget that your thighs are burning because you're on an ellitical machine. Because, you know, they make my thighs burn just with their mere presence. And the cardio cinema is only ONE of the 9 million amenities that are now mine to enjoy. One of my favorite things about it is the kid's playroom. It has a climbing gym inside of it. Like McDonalds- only clean. The walls are lined with cool toys and books and paper and crayons and and and....it is perfection :)
It is so wonderful that I keep waiting for someone to walk up to me and say "I'm sorry, maam. There was mix up and you have to go back to the dump you were formerly a member of. Buh-bye" If they do you'll hear my cries of despair from miles away.
Anyway...our year long commitment with them was coming to a close and I was trying to decide whether I was going to continue to give them my money in hopes that they would somehow, someday have enough to begin renovation and, oh I don't know, start by adding a locker room. Did I mention it was a dump? Then last week my mom mentioned that the uber-fabulous gym she belongs to was running a special where she could add me to her existing membership for only $29 a month. I was wary because I knew it was too good to be true. Except it was true. I joined last weekend and ventured in today for my first workout.
To call it uber-fabulous does not do it justice. They have a cardio cinema. Seriously. An actual movie theater filled with cardio equipment. I worked out for over an hour today on an elliptical machine while watching Ocean's 11. Brad Pitt & George Clooney make you forget that your thighs are burning because you're on an ellitical machine. Because, you know, they make my thighs burn just with their mere presence. And the cardio cinema is only ONE of the 9 million amenities that are now mine to enjoy. One of my favorite things about it is the kid's playroom. It has a climbing gym inside of it. Like McDonalds- only clean. The walls are lined with cool toys and books and paper and crayons and and and....it is perfection :)
It is so wonderful that I keep waiting for someone to walk up to me and say "I'm sorry, maam. There was mix up and you have to go back to the dump you were formerly a member of. Buh-bye" If they do you'll hear my cries of despair from miles away.
Friday, February 15, 2008
if you don't think this is funny...
you need to get your head checked. Friday funnies continues. You have to give this one a minute because the very beginning lacks funny at all. Then the music changes and you'll need to have on your Depends undergarments. Or maybe I'm just a sadistic cat owner. Because I'm dying to see if I can make Pickles fly, by hooking a ball to our ceiling fan.
Monday, February 11, 2008
ain't no other man...
because i can switch from bitch to sweet in 0-6 seconds, I'm switching gears. To wish my man a Happy Birthday :) In his honor, I will list the 36 reasons I love him so good. Since he's 36 and all.
1. He and I don't see eye to eye on music. AT ALL. And yet he rarely whines about having to drive in the car with me listening to country music. Even though it sometimes makes his ears bleed.
2. He can fall asleep in under 5 seconds if he is sitting down.
3. We can carry on an entire conversation around him as he sleeps, with no response until we make fun of him. He always gets us with an "I heard that"
4. He loves giving our kids a bath. I hate it. Enough said.
5. He knows random trivia about everything. He rocks at Trivial Pursuit.
6. Also, he can make Jeopardy! entertaining.
7. He taught my 18 year old brother & his girlfriend that you can't read a fortune cookie without putting "in bed" at the end of the fortune. You have to know my brother to understand why that is so damn funny.
8. He can watch ESPN all day long. Wait, I hate that about him.
9. When he walks into a room and I am watching Sweet Home Alabama for what has to be the 875th time, he might just sit down and watch it with me.
10. Only 10? This is going to take forever! He can listen to me bitch about my mother without ever reminding me that I am JUST LIKE HER.
11. That thing he does when he lifts the lid of every container and says the same stupid phrase to whatever food is inside.
12. That he can't play a video game of ANY KIND without using his tongue.
13. He thinks he's a good dancer.
14. He dances in public.
15. He requires a hug every day when he gets home. Requires it.
16. He also still likes to hold my hand in public. Awwwww....
17. He doesn't roll his eyes at my ignorant ideas. Well almost never.
18. He helps with the massive quantity of dogs at my parent's house. Most husbands would give you a "hell no". He does it, and does it well.
19. He lets me hog the bed AND the covers.
20. He scratches my back whenever I ask.
21. I have used 'The Promise' on him more times than I care to admit and it still works. I guess he always can hope?
22. He gets up first almost every morning and gets the house running so I can have a few minutes extra sleep. Back off girls. He's mine. You can't have him.
23. He never says "spaghetti again?"
24. He goes to the store for me. At 11:30 pm when I remember we have no milk for tomorrow morning.
25. If I am craving wings at 10 pm he can also be persuaded to get them for me. See #21.
26. Yes. He spoils me. It's one of the things I love :)
27. 2006 Valentine's Day gift. It was one for the husband of the year record books. I wish I had blogged it so that I could share it now, but it was gooood.
28. He accepts my family. No really.
29. He thinks his mom likes me.
30. He tries to be open-minded everytime I decide on the spur of the moment to paint/rearrange/redecorate any given room in our house.
31. He lets me think I'm right. Even when I know I'm wrong and don't want to admit it.
32. He has not one time looked at my pile o' scrapbooking equipment and said "seriously? What else could you possibly need?"
33. Same goes for shoes.
34. He understands my need for 20 minutes of alone time at night and usually wrangles the kids so I can have it.
35. He has never given me shit for telling him before we were married that I needed a clause written into the contract. 'If and when Tom Cruise came to sweep me off my feet, our marriage contract was null and void'. Seriously, Amy? Tom Cruise? I was so young and naive. **I** give **myself** shit about it, he never has.
36. He still needs me to match his pants/shirt/shoes at least 3 times a week.
and one to grow on....
*****He is the world's greatest husband/daddy/person that I know and I am so glad I got talked into dating him.
If there are 57 heinous spelling errors in this post, it's blgger's fault. The spell check isn't working :)
1. He and I don't see eye to eye on music. AT ALL. And yet he rarely whines about having to drive in the car with me listening to country music. Even though it sometimes makes his ears bleed.
2. He can fall asleep in under 5 seconds if he is sitting down.
3. We can carry on an entire conversation around him as he sleeps, with no response until we make fun of him. He always gets us with an "I heard that"
4. He loves giving our kids a bath. I hate it. Enough said.
5. He knows random trivia about everything. He rocks at Trivial Pursuit.
6. Also, he can make Jeopardy! entertaining.
7. He taught my 18 year old brother & his girlfriend that you can't read a fortune cookie without putting "in bed" at the end of the fortune. You have to know my brother to understand why that is so damn funny.
8. He can watch ESPN all day long. Wait, I hate that about him.
9. When he walks into a room and I am watching Sweet Home Alabama for what has to be the 875th time, he might just sit down and watch it with me.
10. Only 10? This is going to take forever! He can listen to me bitch about my mother without ever reminding me that I am JUST LIKE HER.
11. That thing he does when he lifts the lid of every container and says the same stupid phrase to whatever food is inside.
12. That he can't play a video game of ANY KIND without using his tongue.
13. He thinks he's a good dancer.
14. He dances in public.
15. He requires a hug every day when he gets home. Requires it.
16. He also still likes to hold my hand in public. Awwwww....
17. He doesn't roll his eyes at my ignorant ideas. Well almost never.
18. He helps with the massive quantity of dogs at my parent's house. Most husbands would give you a "hell no". He does it, and does it well.
19. He lets me hog the bed AND the covers.
20. He scratches my back whenever I ask.
21. I have used 'The Promise' on him more times than I care to admit and it still works. I guess he always can hope?
22. He gets up first almost every morning and gets the house running so I can have a few minutes extra sleep. Back off girls. He's mine. You can't have him.
23. He never says "spaghetti again?"
24. He goes to the store for me. At 11:30 pm when I remember we have no milk for tomorrow morning.
25. If I am craving wings at 10 pm he can also be persuaded to get them for me. See #21.
26. Yes. He spoils me. It's one of the things I love :)
27. 2006 Valentine's Day gift. It was one for the husband of the year record books. I wish I had blogged it so that I could share it now, but it was gooood.
28. He accepts my family. No really.
29. He thinks his mom likes me.
30. He tries to be open-minded everytime I decide on the spur of the moment to paint/rearrange/redecorate any given room in our house.
31. He lets me think I'm right. Even when I know I'm wrong and don't want to admit it.
32. He has not one time looked at my pile o' scrapbooking equipment and said "seriously? What else could you possibly need?"
33. Same goes for shoes.
34. He understands my need for 20 minutes of alone time at night and usually wrangles the kids so I can have it.
35. He has never given me shit for telling him before we were married that I needed a clause written into the contract. 'If and when Tom Cruise came to sweep me off my feet, our marriage contract was null and void'. Seriously, Amy? Tom Cruise? I was so young and naive. **I** give **myself** shit about it, he never has.
36. He still needs me to match his pants/shirt/shoes at least 3 times a week.
and one to grow on....
*****He is the world's greatest husband/daddy/person that I know and I am so glad I got talked into dating him.
If there are 57 heinous spelling errors in this post, it's blgger's fault. The spell check isn't working :)
life on the tundra- day 11,510 give or take....
to quote my husband's favorite comedian ever (chris farley) "holy schnikeys" it's cold out there today.
I shouldn't complain outloud since a couple of my loyal readers reside in Minnesota where the term "freeze your ass off" doesn't begin to describe the tundra they are currently in. However, I'm in my own frozen wasteland, so bitch away I will. It is COLD. DAMN COLD. It seems like we always hit this run of freeze in February. Where it's so freakin' cold you think you might just succumb to hyperthermia before spring rears it's glorious head. I haven't succumbed yet. But I do bitch about it. Because have I mentioned it's coooold?
In other news, the chiclets are all fighting off a dread virus. Because they love me best, they decided to share it with me. Awwww.. thanks guys! So sweet! The snot here in this house is copious. And we all know how fun it is when the snot in your nose freezes because it's so DAMN COLD OUTSIDE? Oh, the joys of winter!
I shouldn't complain outloud since a couple of my loyal readers reside in Minnesota where the term "freeze your ass off" doesn't begin to describe the tundra they are currently in. However, I'm in my own frozen wasteland, so bitch away I will. It is COLD. DAMN COLD. It seems like we always hit this run of freeze in February. Where it's so freakin' cold you think you might just succumb to hyperthermia before spring rears it's glorious head. I haven't succumbed yet. But I do bitch about it. Because have I mentioned it's coooold?
In other news, the chiclets are all fighting off a dread virus. Because they love me best, they decided to share it with me. Awwww.. thanks guys! So sweet! The snot here in this house is copious. And we all know how fun it is when the snot in your nose freezes because it's so DAMN COLD OUTSIDE? Oh, the joys of winter!
Friday, February 08, 2008
friday funnies...
because my day has SUCKED so far, i need something funny. I found this youtube clip on another blog I read and had to share, because it had me rolling. I love me some kitty outtakes :)
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
jammie day...
it's a blah, yucko, rainy day here. The kind that always makes me want to forego the shower and stay in my jammies all day watching chic flicks on TBS. Except that when you have 3 kids, that is somewhat impossible. I can forego the shower and stay in my jammies if I want to get weird looks from the neighbors at the bus stop, but staying in bed all day and watching movies? Not gonna happen.
Today Ryan is giving me a little of my rainy day wish. He is sick, so he stayed home from school. His only request besides pancakes, was that we stay in our jammies and watch movies. Never one to deny a sick child, we are making our movie list for the day :) I doubt I'll get to watch chic flicks, but if I'm lucky his entire list won't be comprised of Star Wars episodes and Hot Wheels movies.
Today Ryan is giving me a little of my rainy day wish. He is sick, so he stayed home from school. His only request besides pancakes, was that we stay in our jammies and watch movies. Never one to deny a sick child, we are making our movie list for the day :) I doubt I'll get to watch chic flicks, but if I'm lucky his entire list won't be comprised of Star Wars episodes and Hot Wheels movies.
Friday, February 01, 2008
let the music continue....
o.k. I'm starting to get addicted to searching youtube. Whatever will I do when Jen returns and takes over the music world again?? Kidding.
This one is posted for your listening pleasure because it's FEBRUARY! The month of LOOOOOOOOOVE.....
While this isn't our official "song", or maybe it is??? Matt??? Is this our song??? Whatever, I can't even hear the opening notes of this song without being immediately transported back to the summer of '94. Steamy summer nights in the frat house.....
This one is posted for your listening pleasure because it's FEBRUARY! The month of LOOOOOOOOOVE.....
While this isn't our official "song", or maybe it is??? Matt??? Is this our song??? Whatever, I can't even hear the opening notes of this song without being immediately transported back to the summer of '94. Steamy summer nights in the frat house.....
Thursday, January 31, 2008
jen's on vacation....
so I'm filling in the music for this week. Lucky for her she's gone, because I'm guessing two doses of country music in one week might cause her ears to bleed.
This one is chosen because I cannot believe in is the end of January already. I just started to write 2008 on things without having to think 4 times about what year it really is. And already the first month of '08 is outta here! Just this past weekend, I heard the parent of a teenager lament on how fast it has all really gone for her, and how when her kids were younger she rolled her eyes when people told her to enjoy every day because it would go by so fast. Admit it- who hasn't done the same? Because when you're in the middle of chasing three kids all running in opposite directions at the park in 90 degree, humid weather, the toddler years can't go by fast enough sometimes. But already, my oldest is nearing 8 and I can't believe how fast his life has rushed by me.
So just remember...don't blink.
This one is chosen because I cannot believe in is the end of January already. I just started to write 2008 on things without having to think 4 times about what year it really is. And already the first month of '08 is outta here! Just this past weekend, I heard the parent of a teenager lament on how fast it has all really gone for her, and how when her kids were younger she rolled her eyes when people told her to enjoy every day because it would go by so fast. Admit it- who hasn't done the same? Because when you're in the middle of chasing three kids all running in opposite directions at the park in 90 degree, humid weather, the toddler years can't go by fast enough sometimes. But already, my oldest is nearing 8 and I can't believe how fast his life has rushed by me.
So just remember...don't blink.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
that's not MY dog...
ryan was the star of the week at preschool last week. This is a BIG DEAL in the world of a 3 yr old. It was sort of a pain in the ass for me because he had to do this "all about me" poster. And because he is 3, it was not so much HIS homework as it was MINE. The hardest part was the oval in which he was supposed to put a picture of his 'pet'. Because, you know, normal people have 1 or 2 animals and we have like, 47 or something. OK...not 47...but we have several critters. We decided to leave off pictures of the fish (it is technically Justin's) and the pig (it is technically Hannah's) so in the oval we had to fit pictures of the 3 dogs and the cat. Not only do we not own 1 picture of all 4 together, our 2 oldest dogs haven't been photographed well for approximately 8 years. So I found so puppy-ish pictures of Shasta and Baxter and trimmed them up and fit them in the oval with Stanley & Pickles (don't ask) (Ryan named Pickles- because Pickles is the perfect name for a cat. Of course.) (like I said, don't ask)
ANYWAY... yesterday it was someone else's turn to take over star of the week position so Ry's teacher handed me back his poster. She stopped me as I turned to leave and said "Are those really your dogs?" I did a double (perhaps triple) take and said "uhhh, yes?? Why do you ask?" She said that Ryan had a chance to talk about all of the stuff on the poster and when she pointed to Shasta and Baxter he had not one clue who they were. I looked at my son like he was an alien and said, "Ryan...you know who these dogs are! Who is this?"(pointing to Shasta) He then looked at me like I was an alien- can't you just feel the love in our family- and said "I don't KNOW mom!" I told him he was silly because of course it was Shasta! He again rolled his eyes at his alien of a mother and said "No mom, Shasta has a white beard. This dog has a black one. You picked the wrong dog."
How to explain the aging dog to a 3 yr old? Poor Shasta and Baxter are apparently unrecognizable in their younger years to their own chiclets. I admit Baxter doesn't look a BIT like he did 8 yrs ago, but Shasta...I didn't think she had changed much. I guess she has.
In the end we all got a good laugh about the fact that it was the first time this year that a kid didn't recognize a pet on his own poster. Ryan gets to keep his one of a kind status :)
In her defense, Shasta has earned every single white in her 'beard'. She has the patience of a saint-dog. And 3 chiclets that make her earn her white the honest way.
ANYWAY... yesterday it was someone else's turn to take over star of the week position so Ry's teacher handed me back his poster. She stopped me as I turned to leave and said "Are those really your dogs?" I did a double (perhaps triple) take and said "uhhh, yes?? Why do you ask?" She said that Ryan had a chance to talk about all of the stuff on the poster and when she pointed to Shasta and Baxter he had not one clue who they were. I looked at my son like he was an alien and said, "Ryan...you know who these dogs are! Who is this?"(pointing to Shasta) He then looked at me like I was an alien- can't you just feel the love in our family- and said "I don't KNOW mom!" I told him he was silly because of course it was Shasta! He again rolled his eyes at his alien of a mother and said "No mom, Shasta has a white beard. This dog has a black one. You picked the wrong dog."
How to explain the aging dog to a 3 yr old? Poor Shasta and Baxter are apparently unrecognizable in their younger years to their own chiclets. I admit Baxter doesn't look a BIT like he did 8 yrs ago, but Shasta...I didn't think she had changed much. I guess she has.
In the end we all got a good laugh about the fact that it was the first time this year that a kid didn't recognize a pet on his own poster. Ryan gets to keep his one of a kind status :)
In her defense, Shasta has earned every single white in her 'beard'. She has the patience of a saint-dog. And 3 chiclets that make her earn her white the honest way.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
just a grain of sand...
sometimes certain songs speak to me. I can hear it a hundred times or more and then one day I'll hear it for the 101st time and BLAM it suddenly means something to me. Today Carrie Underwood wins the prize.
I have some people in my life who are dealing with various struggles. Some bad, some worse, all of them stressful and weighing them down. These are people who normally are a ray of sunshine in my life. They deserve a big fat ray of sunshine in their lives right now. I'm praying for answers to their problems, and for their burdens to be lifted, but in the meantime, this song spoke to me today, because so many times in our life we struggle with what appears to be a mountain and in retrospect, it's only a grain of sand. I hope their mountains melt to sand soon. And that the sun shines into their world again soon.
I have some people in my life who are dealing with various struggles. Some bad, some worse, all of them stressful and weighing them down. These are people who normally are a ray of sunshine in my life. They deserve a big fat ray of sunshine in their lives right now. I'm praying for answers to their problems, and for their burdens to be lifted, but in the meantime, this song spoke to me today, because so many times in our life we struggle with what appears to be a mountain and in retrospect, it's only a grain of sand. I hope their mountains melt to sand soon. And that the sun shines into their world again soon.
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