Betty Crocker ...

Who does Betty Crocker think she is?  I know she is secretly judging me and making little critiques on a piece of paper right about now.  Shaking her head in disbelief.  Horrified that one Mom could screw up a cake so darn badly.  Geeze woman ... *sigh* 

I buy a simple cake mix to make for my family ... and disaster happens right before our very eyes.

It is suspose to be simple!  Right?  Wrong!  (Which is why I am a tad bit bitter with Betty Crocker at the moment.)  (Her and I are not the best of friends at this very moment.)

She has enough nerve to tell me to frost the cake after letting the cake "cool".  Uhhh ... what exactly does "cool" mean?  Have it sit there till I can touch the cake, without burning the tips of my fingers?  30 minutes after it comes out of the oven?  An hour?  Two hours?  After the kids ask if the cake is ready for the 189th time?  Right before your husband wants to put a fork into it to "make sure it taste ok"?  No where does she give me a time length or a temperature to go by.  I mean ... come on ... this is a disaster waiting to happen for me.  One false move ... one second to soon ... a tad bit too "warm" and not "cool" enough ... and this is what your cake will turn out like:  (obviously I did not guess the time alotted correctly)

Betty Crocker can stick it where the sun does not shine.  This Mom is sticking with cookies and cupcakes!

Just a side note ... This photo was not altered in anyway.  This is what a cake disaster actually looks like.  There were no children poisoned or injured during the baking of this cake.  There was just alot of laughing by a husband and bad words being said by a wife.

Sherron Collins ...

Ok ... so I have a "slight" obsession for Sherron Collins.  But who could blame me ... he is a stud on the basketball court, a huge team leader on the KU basketball team ... and he is a tiny bit cute.  *wink*

Anyways ... my wonderful husband that I have ... likes to go along with my "crush" that I have ... and brought me home a t-shirt that he found.  I have to say ... I laughed so hard when I read it.  And then I thought to myself ... how fitting.  I heart Clint!!!  (and I heart Sherron)  *smile*

 

Coach Moore ...

My husband was hanging out after work one evening at the Salty Iguana ... having a beer with one of the guys that he works with.  AND ... he met Coach Bill Self!!!  OH YES!!!  You read right!!!  My husband met Lawrence's very own Super Star!!!

My first reply was ... Did you get him to sign anything?
Clint replied with ... What?  My work shirt?
Ummm ... seemed like a good idea to me!!!

My 2nd reply was ... Did you ask him if we could meet Sherron Collins?
Clint laughed and said ... Darn it!  I knew I was forgetting something.

Anyways ... Clint shook hands with him and had a conversation.  How cool is that!?!?!  Freaking Bill Self!!!  Yes ... it is the little things in life that amaze us!!!  And ... the factor that we live and breath KU basketball ... made it all that more "cool" to us.  *smile*

I also asked Clint ... So did you give him all of the coaching tips that you are always screaming at the tv when KU is playing?
Clint "sarcasticly" stated ... I sure did!  No need to worry about winning the next game.  We have it in the bag.  Coach Self is gonna use everything that I just taught him.

Go Coach Moore!  In no time flat ... you will be a head coach!!!  Well ... even if it is for Eythen's Little League ... it is still a head coach position!!! 

Rock Chalk!!!

Stock Market ...

I am really thinking, that buying some stock in Lysol or Clorox Bleach, is a good investment for me and my family.  After the past week that we have had ... Heaven knows that I have bought it by the gallon to sanitize our home.

We just got over the puking flu that tore through our family last week ... and I just cleaned (aka: scrubbed) every inch of the house .. disinfected it ... and had it smelling "back to normal" ... *sigh*.  BUT ... nothing is EVER normal in our house.  NEVER!!!  Now Eythen is sick again. Poor baby has a fever of 102.5 ... but insist he is not sick because he can eat this time and not throw up after he swallows his food. That is a bonus ... I guess!?!?!

To do list ...

Here we are ... it is Friday again.  My favorite day of the week ... for numerous reason's.  One of the main reason's I love Friday ... is because Eythen does not have preschool and we get to enjoy a day all to ourselves.

We have a very busy day instore for the two of us.  I am not sure how we are gonna squeeze it all in.  But here is Eythen's and my agenda for this cold and cloudy Friday:

Staying in our PJ Pants all morning while cuddling in bed.  Turning on Nick Jr. and having a few deep conversations about Max & Ruby and The Backyardigans.  Having a very nuturious breakfast consisting of brownie batter & a glass of milk.  Perhaps a quick nap ... if Dora the Explorer is a rerun.  And maybe a trip to Sonic for lunch ...

Whew!!!  It is alot to take on in such a short time frame.  I better go ... or there is no way all of this will ever get done!!!

Dear Clinton ...

Dear Clinton ... Just a little message to let my wonderful husband know that I love you more today than I did yesterday ... and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today.  I love you Clinton!  Much Love ... Me

He did not ...

Harleigh:  Mommy, how do animals get the babies out of their tummies?

*sigh*  Uhhh ... Not ready for the birds and the bees talk with my 7 year old.

Me:  I am not sure.  Let me try to find out and I will tell you later.

Harleigh:  Maybe Daddy knows?

*giggle*

Me:  I am pretty sure your Dad has no idea.

Harleigh:  Oh yeah!  Mommy's know everything and Daddy's work hard!

*smile* 

Eythen:  They come out of their butt!  Where else could they come out?

*shaking head*  *laughing out loud*

Valentine's Day ... Part Two

My Mom was put through a grooling 3 days of test and battles this past Valentine's Day weekend.  I guess though ... if you are going for the title of "Grandma of the Year", the events must show your strengths and weakness.  And by gosh ... I am pretty sure she aced the test.  She did not even have to do what she did ... but she did it without a second thought.  Clint suggested we buy her a trophy or plaque ... and I am thinking that might be a good idea. 

Mom ... Clint and I PROMISE that we are gonna have your car detailed!  *wink*  You know ... kind of like the consolation prize for a job well done?!?!?! 

Well ... last time I was telling you about my "Romantic Weekend" ... I ended it on the statement that nothing was set in stone because it all could change in a blink of an eye (or a puking kid in a car).  THAT IS SOOOOOOOO TRUE!!! 

Saturday morning, my Mom called from the motel in Ottawa and suggested that she just come to my house and stay there while Clint and I went to Embassey Suites for our Valentines "get away" ... and then ... as long as no one was sick ... she would continue on with her plans of taking them to the Holidome in Lawrence on Sunday, so they could go swimming and play miniature golf.  Clint and I decided, between the two of us ... that if someone puked before we left on Saturday ... we were staying home and taking care of our little "sickies".  *fingers crossed* that no one vomits everywhere.

Around 1:00 in the afternoon, my Mom decided that Eythen must be better ... so she sent Clint and I out the door ... and she took the kids to eat and to see "Tooth Fairy" at the movie theater.  Brave person in my opinion ... because if it was me ... there is NO WAY I would be leaving the house if one of the kids puked less than 24 hours ago.  But ... like I said ... she earned her "title" after this past weekend.  (Now you see why a trophy or plaque should be bought after all of this?!?!?)

I called often through out the day/early evening.  My last phone call was around 7:00 ... while we were at the FREE HAPPY HOUR at Embassey Suites.  Now, for those of you that do not know ... Embassey Suites serves FREE drinks from 5:30 till 7:30 ... as many as you want!!!  (A little free advertisement for Embassey Suites right there!  Maybe I can earn a free night or something???  Although, if I did earn a free night ... I am not so sure my Mom will be so quick to volunteer on watching the kids.  haa haa)  So ... let's just say ... that at 7:00 when I was making my ump-teenth phone call for the day ... it was a wee bit hard to concentrate on the conversation I was having ... at that point in time.  From what I remember of that phone call ... all was well ... Eythen ate a good dinner ... and everyone seemed healthy!  SCORE!!!  GAME ON!!!

Let's skip past the rest of the evening and early morning ... so we can keep this blog rated PG ... and fast forward to 2:30 Sunday afternoon. 

Clint and I had just checked out of the motel and was gonna go grab some lunch ... when Clint's cell phone rings (my Mom learned a long time ago ... that if she needs me ... call Clint's cell phone.  99% of the time mine is either dead ... or I have NO idea where it even is).  AND that is when I hear those words all over again, "Eythen threw up in my car AGAIN!  We just pulled into the motel parking lot and was about to get out ... when Eythen decided to up-chuck." 

HUH?!??!  Did my Mom just say what I think she did?!?!?  AGAIN?!?!?!  SH*T!!!  Earlier that morning when I called to check on everyone ... she said all was normal and she had just taken carpet cleaner out to her SUV and cleaned the carpets to get rid of the smell from Friday afternoon.  You have GOT to be kidding me?!?!?!?  How am I EVER gonna repay this woman for what she has gone through this past weekend?!?!?!

So ... my poor kids and poor Mom ... who had been looking forward to staying in a motel Sunday evening for months now ... were heading back to my house ... AGAIN!

Clint and I decided to head right back home ... but there was a 40 car pile up ... which took forever to get through.  So a few hours later ... we finally pulled into our driveway ... not knowing what battle zone we were gonna walk into.  Was puke gonna be all over the floor?  How bad was my house gonna smell?  Was my Mom gonna be packed and ready to dart out the door?  Was Breeanna, Harleigh OR my Mom gonna be puking by now?  SH*T?!?!?!  Can we just keep on driving?!?!?!

Eythen was in bed ...

Breeanna was coloring in a book my Mom got her ...

Harleigh was playing a harmonica ...

WAIT?!?!?!  Did I just say harmonica???

Where did Harleigh get a harmonica at?!?!?! 

That thing is SOOOOO getting packed in my Mom's bag when no one is looking.  That is definately a Grammy J. and Papa Gene's type of toy that stays at their house.

And there was my Mom ... sitting in the recliner with a smile on her face.  Gotta love her!!!

5:30 ... my Mom took the girls to Dairy Queen to eat ... and came home with Breeanna puking.  I really could not even make this up!  This is a true story based on actual facts all of the characters actually took place in the events.

So ... I think I am gonna join the club of "I dislike Valentine's Day" with nearly the rest of the world.  Who do I pay my monthly fees to in order to be apart of this club?

ATTENTION!!!

This is a warning to the general public!!! Do not enter the Moore household!!! I repeat ... do NOT ENTER under ANY circumstance!!! The puking flu is going through the kids like wild fire! If you have not heard from any of us by Friday ... call in reinforcements.  Thank you for your cooperation in this extreme matter.

Valentine' Day ... Part One

Valentines Day ... a day that is about romance, kisses, love and the color Pink ... and ME!  That is my definition. 

Valentines Day ... just another day.  That is Clint's definition.

I had secretly been planning a full weekend for just Clint and I for about two months now.  My Mom volunteered to take the kiddos from Friday afternoon (she even came up Friday morning and went to all the kids Valentine's Day class parties) till Monday morning (no school on Monday).  I was so excited!  Clint has been working sooooooo, I mean SOOOOOOOOO many long hours ... we needed some couple time. 

I should have know better to get excited and look forward to something ... you would think I would have learned my lesson the zillion other times that things have gone wrong or not panned out just the way I thought it would.  Yes ... I know ... before you even say it ... I need to go with the flow.  Or some of you are thinking ... not everything always goes the way you want it to.  Or others of you are thinking ... what world does she live in.  Ok ... I get it.  Not everything is peaches and cream and life is a roller coaster so I need to enjoy the ride. But, sometimes ... I seem to think things out so much in my head that they become this fairy tale episode that begins to play out right in front of my eyes. But in all reality ... it turns out to be a soap opera with the title of "It's called Reality, Bitch".

Anywho.  I am not sure who was more excited.  The kids ... who made a count down last weekend, which they put on one of the doors upstairs.  My Mom ... who was sending "Dear Little People" emails to them, letting them know all the fun stuff she had planned for them to do.  Or me ... who planned out a candle lit dinner for Friday night and reserved the Valentine's Day package at Embassey Suites for Saturday night.

FINALLY ... FRIDAY!!!  The kids and I got up a bit earlier than normal ... so they could be extra cute for the Valentine's Day parties at school.  (Might I add ... I made Breeanna and Hareligh's outfit ... which is a whole different blog that I will get to some day.  And I found the sweatshirt Eythen is wearing, which says: Prince Charming  Melting Hearts Since 2004.) 

I dropped the girls off at their school at 7:30, like always.  We did our normal hand signals of "I love You" and our secret "gestures" that no one else knows what we are saying to one another ... and I drove off chatting with Eythen, in the backseat, about our plans for the day.  As I walked back into the house ... the phone rang at 7:45.  On the other end ... it was Clint telling me that he has some bad news for me.  Has he not learned after being married to me for almost 10 years (together for 12) NOT to start off a conversation like that.  In the 2.5 seconds of silence, after he stated those words, I thought to myself: he got layed off, he was in the hospital with his arm cut off, he was being held hostage, his hours got cut back, he lost his foreman's position, he got arrested and this was his one phone call from jail, he wrecked the car, he got pulled over, he got another speeding ticket, he forgot to pay rent, he forgot to pay his truck payment, the army recruited him an he is being sent off to the war, he got robbed, he robbed someone and was in a high speed chase ... you get the point.  Then after those zillions thought ran through my head, he tells me that he has to work on Saturday.  WHAT THE F**K?!?!?!?!  *sigh*

As the day progressed on ... my Mom, Eythen and I had a great time at the girls class room parties and enjoyed a SubWay sandwich together (gotta love $5 subs!!!  AND when someone else is paying for it!!!  Thanks Mom!!!) it was time to load the kids up and send them back to P.K. (for those of you that do not know "town terms" ... that is Parsons Kansas).  So ... the kids and I did our normal hand signals of "I love You" and our secret "gestures" that no one else knows what we are saying to one another and they drove off with my Mom.

30 minutes later ... my Mom's cell number is on caller ID.  Right away ... before I even pick up the phone to say hello ... I know something is wrong.  The only reason she would be calling me, was if I forgot to pack something ... but I knew I did not forget anything ... because she helped me pack their bags.  After I picked up the phone and said hello, she replied with, "Eythen just threw up EVERYWHERE in the backseat."  Then I hear Breeanna in the background saying, "AND it is all over Harleigh's new skirt!"  Then I hear Harleigh say, "AND IT STINKS!"  *sigh*  REALLY?!?!?!  WHAT THE H**L?!?!?!  The flu HAS to strike on my favorite holiday.  *stomping foot*  (Yes, I had a bit of a pitty party for myself ... and then reality bitch slapped me and said ... get into Mommy mode.)  My poor Eythen ... My poor Mom!!!

To make a LOOOOONG story short ... my Mom ended up staying at a motel in Ottawa (because her car smelled to bad to drive the other hour and 15 minutes.  Eythen threw up 4 more times ... and my Mom did her best (with the motel towels ... I am sure they love her this morning) to clean up her car.  AND ... my candle lit dinner was a success (except for the 4 times I called my Mom to see how Eythen was doing). 

I know all of you can hardly wait to see what is gonna happen on Saturday.  I know ... I know ... I know ... I am sure you can hardly stand the suspense!!!  Well then ... I will tell you.  8:00 am, my Mom called and said that Eythen "claimed" he was feeling better (although we are 50% sure he was saying that because he wanted the "surprise" that my parents bought him ... which was sitting at my parents house ... back in P.K. ... which was an hour and 15 minutes away).  So to be on the safe side ... my Mom suggested that she come to my house with the kids and spend Saturday night there ... and Clint and I could still go to Embassey Suites.  She thought maybe should would take them out to eat and to the movies ... as long as no one threw up again today *fingers crossed*.  Then on Sunday ... she had already made motel reservations in Lawrence (which she did a few months back when she volunteered to keep the kiddos on Valentine's Day weekend) at the Holi Dome so the kids could play mini-golf and swim for the evening.  So as long as no one pukes anymore ... the kids will be at a motel having a great time on Sunday ... while Clint and I enjoy a late check out of 2:00 ... and soak of the "couple time" that my amazing, caring, outstanding, goes out of her way, unbelievable, remarkable, spectacular, splendid, wonderful, amazing, walk to the end of the world and back, selfless, loving, nurturing, fan-flippin-tastic, marvilous, super duper kind of Mom is blessing Clint and I with!!!

Please note ... that these plans are NOT set in stone!  (That is reality giving me a heads up that he/she may need to bitch slap me again to bring me back down to the real world.)

Uhhh ...

I have always called Harleigh the "Animal Whisper'er", because the girl has such a love for animals.  She would have one of every possible kind ... if we allowed it.  She even told me the other day that she wants a bird.  Uhhh ... No!  Here is a little F.Y.I. about me ... I am terried of birds!  I mean terrified!  With a capital "T"!  If I am walking out of a building and one comes flying a bit to close to me ... I WILL duck and hit the sidewalk if I have to.  Just ask Clint ... it is some of his proudest moments of me being his wife ... when a bird and the outdoors and the public are involved.  *smile*

Anyways ... Harleigh loves her pets ...

But this photo ... well ... words can not really express it.  Poor IzzaBell looks pissed off ... and Harleigh looks a bit ... well ... crazy.  Maybe she is gonna be the "Crazy Cat Lady" instead of the "Animal Whisper'er" in future years? 

Dear ...

Dear Who ever fills the pot holes in LawrenceKansas:

When is the last time you have drove to the East side of Lawrence? I was just wondering. It is obvious that you seem to take a different route to and from places in town.  So, as a tax paying citizen ... I am gonna make a suggestion.  I think it is about time you took a different route that involves the East side of town. Once you complete this route ... or get my bill from a mechanic ... which ever one comes first ... you will understand what I am getting at. 

From: A Mommy/Wife that nearly had her SUV swallowed whole by the pot holes in the street

Sing ... Sing a song ...

Sing ... Sing a song ... Make it simple ... To last the whole day long.  Gotta love Sesame Street!!!

Although ... this blog is not about Kermit the Frog, Bert and Ernie, Big Bird or Oscar the Grouch (although Clint might have put me in the catagory of Oscar the Grouch a few times this week ... but I beg to differ.) 

It was that time of year again in Eudora ... when all of the classes finally get to show everyone what they had been working so hard on all of these past months.  It was MUSIC PROGRAM TIME!!!


Breeanna had hers in January ...

Harleigh had hers in February ...

And as always ... Eythen sang and danced in his seat.  Next year Eythen ... it will be you up on stage singing and dancing.

A Sneak Peak Into A Mommy's Life ...

Why is it when I go to the grocery store ... I seem to pick up that one cart that does not go straight and makes so much noise that the people 4 isles down can hear me coming?

"Mom!"  "MOOOOOM!"  "What???"  "MOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!" "WHAT???" 

"Yes, Mommy!  I understand."  But 5 minutes later they have no memory of what we just went over.

Hey Mom! Look at this!....Mom look!...HURRY!....MOM!!!.......Great, you missed it.  *pouty face*

I do not understand what draws kids to hide under the clothing racks at stores?  Are the stores secretly putting plates of cookies under there or something?  If so ... I wanna hide under them, too!

Why is it that I can ask my kids to clean their room ... but 30 minutes later when I come up the stairs not one single thing has been touched ... and they flash me this look of  "Oh crap ... she's back already?!?!?!"

"Mom can I have ... "  "Go ask your Dad."
"Dad can I have ..."  "Go ask your Mom."  I think Clint and I have done this on more than one occasion.

Why is it everytime Clint and I go out to eat ... the kids want what I order ... but never what Clint orders?

The famous ... "Why?"  Need I say more?

When exactly were kids taught that chicken nuggets are what they should eat for every meal?  Because I seemed to have missed that memo.

I think every Mom needs a shirt that says:  "This Mommy needs a Wine Time Out".

Somedays I feel like I need a switch that I can flip and a big flashing light goes off in our house and it reads: Mommy is off Duty ... Please go see your Dad.

Sometimes I debate with myself on if it is "OK" for the kids to run to the car without a jacket.  They are just going from the house to the car.  Hmmmm ....

Why am I the first one up ... but the last one done ... and of course it is when we are rushing to get out the door to be somewhere?!?!?!

I secretly thank God when I am standing in line at a store and the person in front of me has the child throwing a fit ... "Thank You God for it not being me."

Is it normal for me to want to give another child a piece of my mind ... when that child made MY kid cry because they were rude to them? 

Who invented those "kid leashes"?  A part of me thinks they are a genius ... a part of me thinks they need to be locked up.

I often wonder what is going through my kids head when Clint or I say, "Come here, NOW!"  Are they scanning their brain for everything they knew they should not have been doing?  Or are they secretly thinking "Great ... Not again."  Or are they wondering how long this will take so they can get back to what they were doing?

Is it odd that on the cartoon, Dora the Explorer, Swiper the Fox stalks a little girl?

On the Nickelodeon show Max and Ruby ... where exactly are their parents?  Why is Ruby always in charge of 3 year old Max?

Real Mothers ...

Real Mothers don't eat 4 course meals


... They don't have time to make it.

Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils

 ... Are probably in the sandbox.

Real Mothers often have sticky floors

... And filthy ovens BUT VERY happy kids.

Real Mothers know that dried play dough

... Does not come out of the carpet.


Real Mothers don't want to know what

... The vacuum just sucked up.



Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?'

... And get their answer when a little

   ...Voice says, 'Because I love you best.'



Real Mothers know that a child's growth

... Is not measured by height or years or grade

   ... It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother.

safety first ...

Clint has been working really late hours lately ... and no matter what house we live in (and we have moved plentey ... trust me) ... I never feel safe when he is not home. 

So ... I think I came up with a solution to cure my "scared-e-cat" "curled up in a fetal position" "heart skipping a beat with ever noise I hear" "freezing in what ever position I am in if the dog barks" situation that I live in some evenings.

I am gonna put 6 dead bolt locks on the front door.  Except I am only gonna lock every other one.  That way ... the person trying to break in ... is always locking one even if they just unlocked the one prior.  They will get so confused that they will just finally give up and go elsewhere.  (Sorry neighbors ...)

The only problem is ... how will Clint ever get in the house when he finally comes home after I long day at work?  He wont know which ones to unlock.  Opps.  That is a problem.  Hmmm ... I guess I have not thought that part through quit yet.  Well ... Uhhh ... Hmmm ...

Until I get all of the kinks worked out ... I guess I will either have a sky high electric bill because I have on every light in the house.  Or I will continue to sprint up the stairs after I shut off all of the downstairs lights ... for fear that the boogey man is two steps behind me.

"Honey Can You Get Me A Beer" Season ...

YAHOO!!!  YES!!!  WOOT WOOT!!!  Super Bowl Sunday!!!  It is FINALLY HERE!!! 

Although, I am celebrating it slightly different than most football loving people do. 

From Labor Day weekend till Super Bowl Sunday ... my husband lives and breathes this darn sport.

Now go ahead and call me a party pooper all you want ... but I do not like the sport what so ever.  (Yes ... I can hear all of you football fans screaming at me at this very minute.  I can hear your "BOOOOO's" right now as a matter of fact.  I think I even saw a tomato or two being thrown at me.  No wait ... that was an empty beer can.)  But ... "Honey Can You Get Me A Beer" Season ... is one I could really live without.


                                  

Now don't get me wrong ...  I have done the "good wife thing" and attended KU football games with Clint, and have some great times ... well ... from what I can remember of those paticular Saturdays.  Between the large cooler of beer, to the smell of grilling in the air, to our KU tent put up with pride, along with ump-teen million cars lined up and down the hill ... tailgating is a blast!  But, unfortunately ... when you are dealing with a "Pro Tailgater" like Clint ... it is an accident waiting to happen if your name is Jill ... and it is followed by the name Moore.  Take in consideration the zillion beers that are drank (ok ... maybe not a zillion ... but when you start at sunrise and are still going after sunset ... it might be really close to a zillion beers) and mix that in with a "kid free" day ... you have a not a so safe situation just waiting to happen.  Just like my Mom always says ... it is all fun and games until someone gets hurt.  Well, that person getting hurt ... is 95% of the time ... normally me.  And 50% of the time ... it is me falling down the steps at the football stadium.  A little FYI ... ALWAYS ... I repeat ALWAYS ... walk BEHIND me ... not infront of me if beer has been involved.  Don't say I did not warn ya.  Just sayin ....

Oh wait ... I need to get back on track here.  Where was I?  Oh yes ...  that's right!!! YAHOO!!!!  YES!!!  WOOT WOOT!!!  Super Bowl Sunday is FINALLY here!!! 

So ... while all of you football addicted peeps (just like my die hard fan of a husband) are all hooting and hollaring at the TV on Sunday ... cheering on another football game.  Rest assure ... that I will be right there cheering along with all of you ... but for a slightly different reason!  I will be cheering because, I survived another year of football!!! AND I have nearly 6 full months that I get to have my husband without that darn brown leather thing intrupting my marriage.  GO SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!!!  YES!!!  YAHOO!!!  WOOT WOOT!!!


Please note ... Of course ... when KU Basketball is on ... marriages, parenting, laundry, cooking, cleaning, and any other thing that might get in the way ... is put on hold.  But that is a legitament reason.  Admit it ... you know it is!!!







On a side note ... Just to clarify things ... In reference to the football photo up above:  I do know that the Chicago Bears are not in the Super Bowl this year.  Although ... if I am being completely honest with you ... I have no idea who even playing on Sunday.  The Chicago Bears just are Clint's favorite NFL team ... and I just wanted to point out to him that I do know something about the whole football thing.  *wink*

To whom it may concern ...

Dear husband of mine: 

I would like to bring to your your attention, that your work boots that have dirt on them belong outside ... not on the freshly mopped floors. While I am at it ... your plate from dinner belongs in the sink.  Also, the zillion KU hats that you own ... they do not belong at the last place that you took them off at ... they really go in the closet.  Your work clothes go IN the clothes basket ... not NEXT to the clothes basket (crazy I know).  The newspaper does not belong on the kitchen cabinet when you are finished reading it ... it has a place that it goes as well (I know you are just as shocked as I am when I heard about this revulation).  The empty toilet paper roll goes IN the trash can (it does not stay on there until it bio-degrates into the earth) ... and the new roll goes ON the holder (not on the bathroom floor).  That pop can that is empty ... it goes in that large bucket called a trash can. 

I apologize for the mass confusion on this matter ... and am sure that the problems will be addressed in a timely manner.


Much love: The one the only ... The "Cleaning Fairy"


P.S.  It has been YEARS since you gave the "cleaing fairy" a paycheck.  You are really behind on the payment plan.


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Dear children of mine: 

Your DS's go in the closet ... not laying at the last place that you played them.  The DS games go IN the case ... not sitting next to the case (it is not ok to blame the "cleaning fairy" for "moving" them when you can not locate those itty bitty squares that they call games).  All of the Wii remotes go on the charger ... not on the floor infront of the tv.  Those little bags of empty fruit chew wrappers go in that large bucket that I keep telling you is called a trash can (let's say it together now ... TRRRRR-AAAAASH CAAAAAAN).  Toothpaste belongs on your teeth ... not on your shirt or the bathroom sink.  Also ... there seems to be a reaccuring event that keeps taking place in the house.  You three seem to be just as misinformed as your Dad at this little tid bit of information.  So I will go over it with you as well.  Your dirty clothes go IN the clothes basket ... NOT on your bedroom floor so you can step over or walk on throughout the week. 


Now that we have the situation addressed ... I am sure we will not have any additional situations come up.


Much Love:  The one that makes sure you are spick and span before you go off to school ... The amazing "Cleaning Fairy"

P.S. The chef asked me to notify you that she can not cook chicken nuggets 7 days a week ... no matter how many times you ask