DECOR-8. MAKING PICTURE FRAMES. THE EVENING ENDED WITH JIFFY POP POPCORN AND THE KIT KITTRIDGE MOVIE, AND LOTS OF GIGGLING!
MUSICAL HAIR. SWITCH STATIONS WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS AND CREATE A CRAZY-DO!
Forgetting
3 months ago
Sunday, January 18, 2009
SLUMBER WAS THE LAST THING ON THEIR MINDS!
DECOR-8. MAKING PICTURE FRAMES. THE EVENING ENDED WITH JIFFY POP POPCORN AND THE KIT KITTRIDGE MOVIE, AND LOTS OF GIGGLING! MUSICAL HAIR. SWITCH STATIONS WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS AND CREATE A CRAZY-DO!AN ALL AMERICAN CAKE FOR AN ALL AMERICAN GIRL
ONCE AGAIN, MISS LORI D. OUTDID HERSELF ON ANOTHER FABULOUS CAKE. AMERICAN GIRL DOLLS PICTURED ARE THE ONES THAT GUESTS BROUGHT TO THE PARTY. FOR MORE FAB LORI D. CAKES, SEE MY POST FROM A FEW DAYS AGO, "HAVING HIS CAKE AND EATING IT TOO!" AND FROM MY BLOG ARCHIVES, "THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST BABY CAKE EVER!". THANKS LORI D. YOU ARE TOO SWEET!
IT IS HARD BEING A TOMMY...
IT IS HARD BEING A TOMMY WHEN THE HOUSE IS BEING SHOWN ON CONFERENCE CHAMPIONSHIP SUNDAY AFTERNOON (OTHER WISE KNOWN AS TOMMY CHRISTMAS AT OUR HOUSE). JUST SETTLING INTO HIS HOT WINGS AND WIFEY NEEDS TRASH TAKEN OUT AND FLOORS TO BE SWEPT.
AFTER A WHIRLWIND OF CLEANING UP POST SLUMBER PARTY AND TRY TO GET THE HOUSE 'SHOW' READY, I ENLISTED THE HELP OF THE WHOLE FAMILY TO GET IT DONE FAST.
I WALKED BY THE DEN AND EXASPERATED LOOKED AT THE PLATE OF HOT WINGS AND VARIOUS SAUCES. TOMMY, "WHAT IS YOUR PLAN FOR THE HOT WINGS?".
"CAN WE PUT THEM IN THE FRIDGE FOR NOW?" WINCING I ANSWER, KNOWING THAT HE HAS WARMED THEM TO JUST THE RIGHT TEMP.
"I'LL DO SOMETHING WITH THEM," HE ANSWERS.
"ARE YOU GOING TO SIT IN THE CAR AND EAT THEM DURING THE SHOWING?" I JOKE.
TOMMY DOES ALL OF HIS CHORES AND HE GOES A STEP FURTHER AND STARTS CLEANING OUT A BUILT IN CABINET THAT HOLDS OUR DVDS AND TAPES AND SUCH.
AS I'M DOING THE TOUR, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER DURING SHOWING THIS HOUSE, I OPEN THE DVD CABINET. I MEAN, WHY WOULDN'T I, WHEN IT WAS ALWAYS A JUMBLED MESS OF TAPES, CASES AND MISMATCHED DVDS BEFORE AND NOW TOMMY HAS STRAIGHTENED IT.
LITTLE DID I KNOW, MY SWEET HUSBAND HAD STASHED HIS TRAY OF HOT WINGS ON THE TOP SHELF OF THAT CABINET. NOT ONLY THAT, I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE AND JUST WENT ON TALKING.
WE HAVE NO CLUE IF THE PEOPLE WHO LOOKED AT THE HOUSE EVEN NOTICED.
"I COULDN'T BELIEVE YOU OPENED THAT CABINET. I THOUGHT FOR SURE, YOU KNEW THAT IS WHAT I DID," TOMMY LATER LAUGHED.
OH, HOW FUNNY!!!
AFTER A WHIRLWIND OF CLEANING UP POST SLUMBER PARTY AND TRY TO GET THE HOUSE 'SHOW' READY, I ENLISTED THE HELP OF THE WHOLE FAMILY TO GET IT DONE FAST.
I WALKED BY THE DEN AND EXASPERATED LOOKED AT THE PLATE OF HOT WINGS AND VARIOUS SAUCES. TOMMY, "WHAT IS YOUR PLAN FOR THE HOT WINGS?".
"CAN WE PUT THEM IN THE FRIDGE FOR NOW?" WINCING I ANSWER, KNOWING THAT HE HAS WARMED THEM TO JUST THE RIGHT TEMP.
"I'LL DO SOMETHING WITH THEM," HE ANSWERS.
"ARE YOU GOING TO SIT IN THE CAR AND EAT THEM DURING THE SHOWING?" I JOKE.
TOMMY DOES ALL OF HIS CHORES AND HE GOES A STEP FURTHER AND STARTS CLEANING OUT A BUILT IN CABINET THAT HOLDS OUR DVDS AND TAPES AND SUCH.
AS I'M DOING THE TOUR, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER DURING SHOWING THIS HOUSE, I OPEN THE DVD CABINET. I MEAN, WHY WOULDN'T I, WHEN IT WAS ALWAYS A JUMBLED MESS OF TAPES, CASES AND MISMATCHED DVDS BEFORE AND NOW TOMMY HAS STRAIGHTENED IT.
LITTLE DID I KNOW, MY SWEET HUSBAND HAD STASHED HIS TRAY OF HOT WINGS ON THE TOP SHELF OF THAT CABINET. NOT ONLY THAT, I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE AND JUST WENT ON TALKING.
WE HAVE NO CLUE IF THE PEOPLE WHO LOOKED AT THE HOUSE EVEN NOTICED.
"I COULDN'T BELIEVE YOU OPENED THAT CABINET. I THOUGHT FOR SURE, YOU KNEW THAT IS WHAT I DID," TOMMY LATER LAUGHED.
OH, HOW FUNNY!!!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
CORNWALLIS CAPTURED AT BUNKER HILL BIRTHDAY.
THE CONVERSATION WITH OUR SON REGARDING HIS PARTY WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS: "WHAT KIND OF PARTY WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE THIS YEAR?" HE ANSWERS, "A BUNKER HILL BIRTHDAY." JUST SO YOU KNOW THERE IS NOT A CATEGORY FOR SUCH A THEME ON PARTY EXPRESS. WE DID JUST FINE WITH OUR FABULOUS FAMILY LIFE CENTER PLAY AREA AS A FORT, SOME LEFTOVER PATRIOTIC PLATES FROM THE SUMMER AT OUR LOCAL ALCO STORE. AND THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE EVENT, A SURPRISE ATTACK FROM THE BELTED REDCOAT, CORNWALLIS. AS YOU CAN SEE, THE REBEL AMERICAN'S TOOK HIM DOWN IN FORCE. AS HISTORY GOES, HE ACTUALLY SURRENDERED, THIS GROUP WOULD ONLY SETTLE FOR A BEHEADING!
Having his cake and loving it too!
Our friend Lori D. created this masterpiece cake for Mister B's recent revolutionary birthday! What a wonderful job she did and what a blessing she is to me for always creating something out of the ordinary for our far out birthdays!
Friday, January 16, 2009
IT'S TOUGH BEING A WOMAN...
In honor of Katy's blog and our new Beth Moore Bible Study, I decided to spare Katy's blog readers and let you in on my second of the week,
"It's tough being a woman..." . When you have 15 minutes in between ballet and basketball practice. Here is what needs to happen in those 15 minutes:
- grab t-shirt, socks, shoes and shorts for basketball
- pack a heathly snack
- pick up house, someone will be there at 5:30
- make sure your other child does not drive off in your car when you are doing the above list.
Oh and by the way, we are on our way back from Amarillo from a well check doc appt. for little brother and birthday shopping for the big party on Saturday, (but I will think about the party tomorrow). AND, there is no cell phone service for some arbitrary reason.
Race home, grab the basketball uniform stuff, forget the shorts, because I bought new ones at Target today! Fill up bottles with gatorade and get a snack.
Put stuff away in places it does not belong, because someone is coming. The trash makes it from the kitchen to the back porch, one more step closer to the garbage bin in the alley.
Rush to the ballet studio, here is your stuff sweetie go change. Haul all of her stuff, clothes, back pack and lunch box to the car. "Uh mommy, these shorts are too big". "Great, I think to myself, I just pulled off the tag with my teeth, no way to return for a different size now." "Can you just roll up the waist band," I ask. "I can," she says sweetly, "but they will fall down when I run I need my other shorts mom." "oh and did you see all the books I brought home from the library?" She carts out more stuff to go in the car.
As I race home for a second unplanned stop, I pray, "Dear Lord, I'm not sure where those shorts are, but please help me to find them quickly, there is no telling where I put them. Oh and God, if they are in the laundry basket, please make sure there is not a wet towel on top of them!"
Before I exit the car, I switch dvds for our darling son, who is being patient and sweet, rip open a snack package for darling daughter, unstick the lid from her water bottle, put the car in park and my feet barely hit the pavement as I run in to the laundry basket. I am at this moment....
...an Octopus, limbs flailing all doing a task independent of one another and yet all timed and sequenced at just the right moment.
I march into the house, the theme from Star Wars playing in my head, when the rebel troops are about to attack. Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum
"that laundry basket is mine I think".
I dump it out, luckily the shorts are in the bottom, not wet by a towel on top, just a little rumpled. I quickly put everything back in, afterall, I am showing a house in a few minutes.
I walk out triumphant waving them above my head.
Today, life did not beat me, I am victorious! I can bring home the bacon (oh well, actually my hubsand does, but I'm very supportive), fry it up in a pan, ( ok technically, my kids really like the pre-cooked microwave kind) and as far as pans (we are doing a lot of disposable these days!) and never forget IT IS TOUGH BEING A WO-MAN!
Praise! And if you have never grabbed something out of the dirty clothes before the laundry fairy comes, please do not read or respond to this ranting!
"It's tough being a woman..." . When you have 15 minutes in between ballet and basketball practice. Here is what needs to happen in those 15 minutes:
- grab t-shirt, socks, shoes and shorts for basketball
- pack a heathly snack
- pick up house, someone will be there at 5:30
- make sure your other child does not drive off in your car when you are doing the above list.
Oh and by the way, we are on our way back from Amarillo from a well check doc appt. for little brother and birthday shopping for the big party on Saturday, (but I will think about the party tomorrow). AND, there is no cell phone service for some arbitrary reason.
Race home, grab the basketball uniform stuff, forget the shorts, because I bought new ones at Target today! Fill up bottles with gatorade and get a snack.
Put stuff away in places it does not belong, because someone is coming. The trash makes it from the kitchen to the back porch, one more step closer to the garbage bin in the alley.
Rush to the ballet studio, here is your stuff sweetie go change. Haul all of her stuff, clothes, back pack and lunch box to the car. "Uh mommy, these shorts are too big". "Great, I think to myself, I just pulled off the tag with my teeth, no way to return for a different size now." "Can you just roll up the waist band," I ask. "I can," she says sweetly, "but they will fall down when I run I need my other shorts mom." "oh and did you see all the books I brought home from the library?" She carts out more stuff to go in the car.
As I race home for a second unplanned stop, I pray, "Dear Lord, I'm not sure where those shorts are, but please help me to find them quickly, there is no telling where I put them. Oh and God, if they are in the laundry basket, please make sure there is not a wet towel on top of them!"
Before I exit the car, I switch dvds for our darling son, who is being patient and sweet, rip open a snack package for darling daughter, unstick the lid from her water bottle, put the car in park and my feet barely hit the pavement as I run in to the laundry basket. I am at this moment....
...an Octopus, limbs flailing all doing a task independent of one another and yet all timed and sequenced at just the right moment.
I march into the house, the theme from Star Wars playing in my head, when the rebel troops are about to attack. Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum
"that laundry basket is mine I think".
I dump it out, luckily the shorts are in the bottom, not wet by a towel on top, just a little rumpled. I quickly put everything back in, afterall, I am showing a house in a few minutes.
I walk out triumphant waving them above my head.
Today, life did not beat me, I am victorious! I can bring home the bacon (oh well, actually my hubsand does, but I'm very supportive), fry it up in a pan, ( ok technically, my kids really like the pre-cooked microwave kind) and as far as pans (we are doing a lot of disposable these days!) and never forget IT IS TOUGH BEING A WO-MAN!
Praise! And if you have never grabbed something out of the dirty clothes before the laundry fairy comes, please do not read or respond to this ranting!
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