*** This was actually written in February and never posted*****
Well, we spent the weekend before last with friends....no better way to spend time is known to man...or his family.......
17 years ago
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Dear Jesus.....UPDATED
Now I have no problem with religion. And I try to encourage my children to pray.
To that end, at the request of the Popstar, we tend to pray before dinner. Now since it is her idea we ask that she take her turn as it comes. That's why tonight I had to fight the battle to not roll out of my chair laughing. Cause I try not to mock beliefs. But when one hears:
Dear Jesus,
Bless this food. And the salt and pepper. And the ketchup, mustard, and dip dip.........
Well one must chuckle..........if only on the inside.........lol................
To that end, at the request of the Popstar, we tend to pray before dinner. Now since it is her idea we ask that she take her turn as it comes. That's why tonight I had to fight the battle to not roll out of my chair laughing. Cause I try not to mock beliefs. But when one hears:
Dear Jesus,
Bless this food. And the salt and pepper. And the ketchup, mustard, and dip dip.........
Well one must chuckle..........if only on the inside.........lol................
***Update: "We" have actually been asking God to bless the salt and pepper on a regular basis. The other condiments only if they are on the table.......Sacrilegious?? Your thoughts? She always remembers the soldiers, friends, and family members and usually the cat....can you pray "wrong" ......does it really matter? I mean really..... does God care if you ask him (Or in Popstars case Jesus) to bless seasonings? As long as the intentions are good? It's not like she's praying to the shakers or the Clover Valley folks...****
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thbbbbbttththth...
Every family has games they like to play. Well at least I assume they do cause ours does and we seem to be pretty normal. For the most part. On a good day. If no one looks too closely. But I digress as I often do.
Last night Popstar talked us in to a round of the family favorite:
The one where you turn off all the lights in the house and let your kids run pell mell through it in the dark? Then the smallest one and her helper of choice, armed with the flashlight, sneak around trying to find the hidden ones?
The one where you come to the startling realization that most of your kids and all of your pets fit in the dryer? And your husband doesn't?
The one during which, and for some unknown reason, your toddler insists that somebody may be hiding in a toilet bowl and therefore both of them must be inspected EVERY time?
The one where someone inevitably gets hurt and everyone else laughs? Till they cry?
The one where your toddler accidentally paraphrases a Tom Hanks quote and brings you to your knees at your husbands expense?
Yeah, that's the one we play alright......
Allow me to set the scene:
It was a dark and stormy night....well it was dark. Popstar and I were "sneaking" and had just finished a through perusal of the master bath toilet "just in case Mommy". As we rounded the corner into the room proper out of the silent darkness there came a noise. A horrible sound instantly recognised by all in our house.
I bit my tongue to keep from laughing in the hopes she hadn't heard it. And then hit my knees in convulsive laughter as a small voice from beyond the flash light piped up indignantly:
Last night Popstar talked us in to a round of the family favorite:
Hide and Sneak.
You know that game....
The one where you turn off all the lights in the house and let your kids run pell mell through it in the dark? Then the smallest one and her helper of choice, armed with the flashlight, sneak around trying to find the hidden ones?
The one where you come to the startling realization that most of your kids and all of your pets fit in the dryer? And your husband doesn't?
The one during which, and for some unknown reason, your toddler insists that somebody may be hiding in a toilet bowl and therefore both of them must be inspected EVERY time?
The one where someone inevitably gets hurt and everyone else laughs? Till they cry?
The one where your toddler accidentally paraphrases a Tom Hanks quote and brings you to your knees at your husbands expense?
Yeah, that's the one we play alright......
Allow me to set the scene:
It was a dark and stormy night....well it was dark. Popstar and I were "sneaking" and had just finished a through perusal of the master bath toilet "just in case Mommy". As we rounded the corner into the room proper out of the silent darkness there came a noise. A horrible sound instantly recognised by all in our house.
I bit my tongue to keep from laughing in the hopes she hadn't heard it. And then hit my knees in convulsive laughter as a small voice from beyond the flash light piped up indignantly:
"Daddy, there's no farting in hide and sneak!"
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
It just sums it up.......
Have a wonderful Non-Denominational Winter Shopping Festival!
God help me it's perfect!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Meet Figaro.....
Twas the day of Thankgiving at Mom and Dads house
We were frying a turkey no pets but our "mouse"
Dad, Hubby and I were out on the porch
Watching the water and passing the torch
When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But a small orange and white kitten...I said "No dear..."
It walked past the dog and sat atop the Tykes house
I said "no" and "I mean it" to my fascinated spouse.
"Our lease says we can't have them, we don't need the expense"
He came back at me with something that made no sense..
"Your Dad says I should learn to tell you NO"
"This is not what he meant, ask him dear...go"
As we sat down to dinner the kitten by then
Had climbed up the screen and was meowing again
So I agreed to take him far down the street
And dump him out somewhere dark and discreet.
But lo and behold I somehow became mellow
And now he is at home: Our fat fuzzy fellow:
We were frying a turkey no pets but our "mouse"
Dad, Hubby and I were out on the porch
Watching the water and passing the torch
When what to our wondering eyes should appear
But a small orange and white kitten...I said "No dear..."
It walked past the dog and sat atop the Tykes house
I said "no" and "I mean it" to my fascinated spouse.
"Our lease says we can't have them, we don't need the expense"
He came back at me with something that made no sense..
"Your Dad says I should learn to tell you NO"
"This is not what he meant, ask him dear...go"
As we sat down to dinner the kitten by then
Had climbed up the screen and was meowing again
So I agreed to take him far down the street
And dump him out somewhere dark and discreet.
But lo and behold I somehow became mellow
And now he is at home: Our fat fuzzy fellow:
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
A quickie with lots of pictures.........
Hey I have been slack! Again! I know! but my camera batteries died and instead of getting new ones I just let it sit in my purse and collect dust. Oddly I don't seem to post until I download pictures. So here we go!
We rode ponies with Grandma at the Deer Festival.
(Yes we have a festival all about Deer! It's a small town!)
We let dead brain cells take over:
We had what appears to be a blurry Thanksgiving, though I swear this picture was clear when I took it.......
We played with our cousins:
This it Cita (spelling may need to be changed!)
This is Tato:
Some of us have been productive:
Pie and Smooch built this bridge out of scrap lumber.
And I have been told they are not done yet.
And we added a new member on Thanksgiving day:
Meet Figaro...............He's a lot bigger now but is kinda camera shy...........
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