Tuesday, September 21, 2010
*gasp*
I have these mini panic attack-hold my breath-blood rush to my head- fingers wrapped so tightly around the edge of the bleacher my knuckles turn white- type of a moments ... every darn time Harleigh does a flip off the high balance beam at gymnastics. Why can't we go back to the itty bitty balance beam that was 2 inches off the ground? That one did not make me wanna run into the gym and catch her if she fell.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday ...
Hello and Welcome to Monday. Before take off ... please remember to recharge your cellphone, put gas in the car, and double check your calendar for the events taking place during the week. Please note the emergency exits to the sides of you ... but only use them if you can not make it till Friday. Thank you for your time and enjoy your week.
Friday, September 17, 2010
$$$ ...
I just got done reading a book that brought tears to my eyes. Unfortunately ... it was our checkbook.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
advice ...
My tad bit of advice for the day ... When you mess things up, never say "OPPS!" Always say, "Ah, Interesting!"
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
hurry up ...
Come over quick!!! My house is clean ... hurry up!!! If you show up after 3:30 ... this blog is non-in-void.
Monday, September 13, 2010
darn stairs ...
Anyone can trip going down the stairs .. but it takes a real professional (like myself) to trip going up the stairs ... again.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
name change ...
Can I change my name to Daddy? The kids do not seem to remember that one nearly as much as Mommy!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
soccer saturday ...
Highlight of my day:
When Eythen scored a goal in the first 20 seconds of the first soccer game of the season. Did a few "fist pumps" in the air. Took off running ... with a huge smile on his face ... towards his soccer coach (aka: Daddy) and whispered, "Man that was so easy."
When Eythen scored a goal in the first 20 seconds of the first soccer game of the season. Did a few "fist pumps" in the air. Took off running ... with a huge smile on his face ... towards his soccer coach (aka: Daddy) and whispered, "Man that was so easy."
Thursday, September 9, 2010
*ugh*
Today is the type of day where a Route 44 red straw from Sonic ... woud go perfectly in a box of wine.
scream'in rock chalk jayhawk ...
It is a little known fact that I am not a football fan.
BUT ... on the bright side of "honey can you get me a beer" season starting up ... that means that I am less than 2 months away from KU Basketball tip off.
Rock Chalk!
To all my fellow KU fans ... go and check out this awesome video.
GAME ON ...
BUT ... on the bright side of "honey can you get me a beer" season starting up ... that means that I am less than 2 months away from KU Basketball tip off.
Rock Chalk!
To all my fellow KU fans ... go and check out this awesome video.
GAME ON ...
carrots ...
Eythen just starting going to kindergarten all day long a few days ago.
Which means ... eating lunch at school. Which means ... there is no coming to Mommy a hour later asking for a snack. Which means ... there is no one to complain to that you would rather have a PB & J instead of what is in front of you. Which means ... the pouty face is not gonna work. Which means ... there is no one there to constantly say, "Eythen! Eat!"
So ... due to the factor that I am paying ... well ... ok ... Clint is paying ... for all 3 kids to eat a hot lunch at school at $2.00 a day ... 5 times a week ... the kid better be eating our money's worth. So ... just like we told Breeanna and Harleigh ... we told Eythen that he has to taste at least everything on his plate at least once before he can be done with his food at school. I told him that he could take a PB & J sandwich anytime he wanted ... but he insured me that he wanted to eat lunch at school ... so who am I to take away such a "cool thing" in a kids eyes?
This afternoon he came home ... and instantly inhaled his snack. Yes ... he inhaled it. Two second later ... he asked for something else. I asked him if he ate everything on his plate at school day ... or if he did not eat that much ... that this was why he was so hungry. He told me that he ate "almost everything". AKA: Mommy I did not take a bite of everything on my plate but if I try to sound like a good boy and smile at you ... I might get by with the answer that I just gave you. Nice try Eythen. Let's try this again. So ... I asked him if he tasted everything on his plate. He replied with ... "Well, the carrots did not look like the ones you cook."
We have had a "reason" since day one ...
Thursday ... something "looked" gross and he did not wanna try it
Friday ... he was to "full" from everything else
Monday ... he lucked out because it was Labor Day
Tuesday ... he "forgot" to taste everything
Wednesday ... the carrots did not look like the ones I cook
I glanced over to Breeanna and Harleigh ... knowing that they were ol' "pros" at this school lunch thing ... and know that if you choose to eat a school lunch ... great ... but you have to taste everything on your plate at least once.
Breeanna instantly chimes in with, "I ate everything on my plate." Never a doubt in my mind ... I am pretty sure she ate an entire large pizza by herself last Friday.
I look at Harleigh ... and she shrugs her shoulders ... turns are head slightly ... and says ... "I tasted the carrots last year and I did not like them. So I already knew what they tasted like."
*sigh* Not really the answer I was going for.
Which means ... eating lunch at school. Which means ... there is no coming to Mommy a hour later asking for a snack. Which means ... there is no one to complain to that you would rather have a PB & J instead of what is in front of you. Which means ... the pouty face is not gonna work. Which means ... there is no one there to constantly say, "Eythen! Eat!"
So ... due to the factor that I am paying ... well ... ok ... Clint is paying ... for all 3 kids to eat a hot lunch at school at $2.00 a day ... 5 times a week ... the kid better be eating our money's worth. So ... just like we told Breeanna and Harleigh ... we told Eythen that he has to taste at least everything on his plate at least once before he can be done with his food at school. I told him that he could take a PB & J sandwich anytime he wanted ... but he insured me that he wanted to eat lunch at school ... so who am I to take away such a "cool thing" in a kids eyes?
This afternoon he came home ... and instantly inhaled his snack. Yes ... he inhaled it. Two second later ... he asked for something else. I asked him if he ate everything on his plate at school day ... or if he did not eat that much ... that this was why he was so hungry. He told me that he ate "almost everything". AKA: Mommy I did not take a bite of everything on my plate but if I try to sound like a good boy and smile at you ... I might get by with the answer that I just gave you. Nice try Eythen. Let's try this again. So ... I asked him if he tasted everything on his plate. He replied with ... "Well, the carrots did not look like the ones you cook."
We have had a "reason" since day one ...
Thursday ... something "looked" gross and he did not wanna try it
Friday ... he was to "full" from everything else
Monday ... he lucked out because it was Labor Day
Tuesday ... he "forgot" to taste everything
Wednesday ... the carrots did not look like the ones I cook
I glanced over to Breeanna and Harleigh ... knowing that they were ol' "pros" at this school lunch thing ... and know that if you choose to eat a school lunch ... great ... but you have to taste everything on your plate at least once.
Breeanna instantly chimes in with, "I ate everything on my plate." Never a doubt in my mind ... I am pretty sure she ate an entire large pizza by herself last Friday.
I look at Harleigh ... and she shrugs her shoulders ... turns are head slightly ... and says ... "I tasted the carrots last year and I did not like them. So I already knew what they tasted like."
*sigh* Not really the answer I was going for.
add honor's choir to the list ...
Last week Breeanna came home with a note ... saying that the 4th and 5th graders could try out for Honor's Choir if they wanted to. Of course ... Breeanna was all over that. Anything that involves Mommy driving her to and from ... she will jump on the band wagon in a heart beat.
I gotta give her credit. She was a cool as a cucumber about the whole deal.
I asked her if she knew the song she had to sing.
She told me that she knew most of it.
(She said it in a "what's the big deal" type of voice)
I asked her if she knew what day she had to try out.
She replied with, "Oh. Either on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday."
I asked her if she was nervous.
She told me, "It is not a big deal, Mom. I just have to sing a song."
In my head ... I am flashing back to my 6th grade year. Trying out for cheerleader ... and NOT seeing my name on the paper. Thanks Mrs. Wimp ... see what you did. You scared me for life. My 6th grade year crumbled right before my very eyes. *sigh* The world was over just as I knew it.
Oh wait ... back to my daughter. She went to school early Friday morning ... sang the choosen song ... America. All by herself.
Tuesday the list of who made it was posted. But did Breeanna check the list? Nope. She told me she forgot to go past the music room ... and would check on Wednesday. SEE ... the kid was a cool as a cucumber.
Anywho ... as I dropped her off Wednesday morning ... I told her how proud I was of her for simply trying out. I told her that there was absolutely no freaking way I would have been brave enough when I was 9 years old. I told her that even if she did not make it ... I was so darn proud of the factor that she put herself out there ... and took a chance at something.
As the time grew closer for the school bell to ring ... my heart started to beat a little bit faster.
As I pulled into the school parking lot ... I was scanning the sidewalk to see if I could see her anywhere.
Where was Breeanna?
If I could catch a quick glimpse of her ... I might be able to tell by her face if she made it or not.
I could hear my heart beating in my ears.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Ok ... so that might be a little bit over dramatic ...
There she was ... smiling as she stood next to a group of kids. I could not tell. That was her normal chipper self. Did she make it? Did she not?
Then she noticed me coming around the corner of the drop off/pick up lane ... she come running to the car. Jumping up and down. HUGE smile on her face. Mouthing the words ... I made it!
WHEW!!!
I was so happy for her. I wanted to squeeze her to pieces. And yes ... I faught a tear or two in my eyes. But come on ... you really should not have even thought twice about that one. Look at who you are talking to. The mother that cries at everything.
The smile on Bree's face when she came out of the school ... telling me that she made Honor's Choir ... made my day. That beautiful smile also made me forget ... for a split second ... that it is just something else that I have to get one of my kids to and from every single week. Tuesday and Thursday early morning practice ... here we come!
SO PROUD OF YOU BABY GIRL!
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I gotta give her credit. She was a cool as a cucumber about the whole deal.
I asked her if she knew the song she had to sing.
She told me that she knew most of it.
(She said it in a "what's the big deal" type of voice)
I asked her if she knew what day she had to try out.
She replied with, "Oh. Either on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday."
I asked her if she was nervous.
She told me, "It is not a big deal, Mom. I just have to sing a song."
In my head ... I am flashing back to my 6th grade year. Trying out for cheerleader ... and NOT seeing my name on the paper. Thanks Mrs. Wimp ... see what you did. You scared me for life. My 6th grade year crumbled right before my very eyes. *sigh* The world was over just as I knew it.
Oh wait ... back to my daughter. She went to school early Friday morning ... sang the choosen song ... America. All by herself.
Tuesday the list of who made it was posted. But did Breeanna check the list? Nope. She told me she forgot to go past the music room ... and would check on Wednesday. SEE ... the kid was a cool as a cucumber.
Anywho ... as I dropped her off Wednesday morning ... I told her how proud I was of her for simply trying out. I told her that there was absolutely no freaking way I would have been brave enough when I was 9 years old. I told her that even if she did not make it ... I was so darn proud of the factor that she put herself out there ... and took a chance at something.
As the time grew closer for the school bell to ring ... my heart started to beat a little bit faster.
As I pulled into the school parking lot ... I was scanning the sidewalk to see if I could see her anywhere.
Where was Breeanna?
If I could catch a quick glimpse of her ... I might be able to tell by her face if she made it or not.
I could hear my heart beating in my ears.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
Ok ... so that might be a little bit over dramatic ...
There she was ... smiling as she stood next to a group of kids. I could not tell. That was her normal chipper self. Did she make it? Did she not?
Then she noticed me coming around the corner of the drop off/pick up lane ... she come running to the car. Jumping up and down. HUGE smile on her face. Mouthing the words ... I made it!
WHEW!!!
I was so happy for her. I wanted to squeeze her to pieces. And yes ... I faught a tear or two in my eyes. But come on ... you really should not have even thought twice about that one. Look at who you are talking to. The mother that cries at everything.
The smile on Bree's face when she came out of the school ... telling me that she made Honor's Choir ... made my day. That beautiful smile also made me forget ... for a split second ... that it is just something else that I have to get one of my kids to and from every single week. Tuesday and Thursday early morning practice ... here we come!
SO PROUD OF YOU BABY GIRL!
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| Heading off ... bright and early ... for her first day of Honor's Choir Practice. |
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Mommy Blogs ...
Ok ... so after alot of people telling me I should do this ... I finally entered my blog on a website.
The more people that "vote" for my blog ... the higher up it will move up the list. The higher it moves up the list ... the more people that read my blog. The more people that read my blog ... the more people out in cyber world know my business. The more people that know my business ... the more they think that my kids have stole my sanity and hid it in their toy box.
If you click on this link below ... or the blinking icon to the left of the screen ... it will take you to a page that says "Click here to vote for the blog that you just came from". Click on it ... and WAM-O you just made the world a better place.
http://www.topmommyblogs.com/blogs/in.php?id=moore5
Over and out cyber world.
The more people that "vote" for my blog ... the higher up it will move up the list. The higher it moves up the list ... the more people that read my blog. The more people that read my blog ... the more people out in cyber world know my business. The more people that know my business ... the more they think that my kids have stole my sanity and hid it in their toy box.
If you click on this link below ... or the blinking icon to the left of the screen ... it will take you to a page that says "Click here to vote for the blog that you just came from". Click on it ... and WAM-O you just made the world a better place.
http://www.topmommyblogs.com/blogs/in.php?id=moore5
Over and out cyber world.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
3,637 days ...
I have been married to Clint for 9 years ... 11 months ... 2 weeks ... and 3,637 days. But who's counting?!?!?!
Along Clint's and my married path ... we have had our bumps in the road. We have also had our fair share of pot holes, detours, dead ends, destination re-routing, road construction, blinking yellow lights ... that you creep through the intersection with because you are not sure if it is "really your turn yet", cars getting stuck in mud, bridges being destroyed, maps flying out the window, broken GPS, 4 way stop signs, road blocks and keys getting locked in the car type of marriage moments.
Come on now. Admit it. Every marriage goes through it's "battles" ... but it is when you wave that white flag ... after the National Guards have been called in ... what matters the most. If you are smiling and holding hands ... that is a good sign! And yes ... the National Guards, Army, Navy, Fire Station, Police Station, Smokey the Bear, Marines, Principal of the School and Sponge Bob Square Pants have been called in to help solve some "battles" along the way in these past 10 years that I have been married to Clint.
So ... due to the factor that I have "almost officially" been married for a DECADE ... I think that makes me an expert on marriage. Yep ... a freaking expert! In fact ... I think I have a PHD in marriage! Why are you laughing???
OK ... OK ... OK!!! So I can not really write the owners maual to being married ... but I could at least write a chapter in it. Ummm ... Ok ... maybe not a chapter. But ... well ... shit! Who am I kidding ... I do not think Clint or I have ever even opened up and skimmed a few pages of the owners manual to a marriage. Maybe I should make that our goal for the next 10 years ... at least read the cliff notes on how to be married.
I can honestly say ... that I love that man more today ... than the day that I walked down the isle with my Dad by my side ... smiling from ear to ear ... in the one and only wedding dress that I tried on and bought the same day ... while my feet were killing me because of my stupid shoes ... as friends and family joined us on September 23rd in 2000 to watch us say I Do. Oh who am I kidding ... our friends were there for the beer that was gonna be served at the reception. Party oh dudes!
So ... after nearly a decade of being Mrs. Moore ... here are a few things that I have learned along the way.
"Wife" ... really means "maid". Not sure why ... but it does. Trust me.
Always remember this important rule to a happy marriage:
Good things come to those who listen to their wives.
This IS a proven fact!
When I am an old lady, I want to sit on a porch swing with Clint ... holding hands, sipping Dr.Pepper and swatting mosquitos.
A husband is the only one of your chldren that does not grow up and move away.
Love brought Clint and I together as husband and wife ... and gave us a bestfriend for life.
Clint ... here is a little FYI. If you wanna know the best foreplay and biggest turn-on for me.
Well, here it is ... do some housework and laundry every once in awhile.
I really hope that if I come back as a man ... I get a wife that is as good as my husband's.
The secret to love is learning how to be disfunctional ... perfectly ... together.
So many acts and expressions of love go unnoticed and unfelt ... because we simply get used to them.
Rules for a successful Marriage.
1. The wife is always right.
2. In the event that the wife is wrong ... please refer to rule #1.
There are days ... that I can not wait for the "Cash for Husbands" program to go in to effect.
The rooster may rule the roost, but the hen rules the rooster.
Never under estimate the power of a woman ... once she has had enough
Remember that you can still love your spouse ... even on the days that you do not like them very well.
Forget my knight in shining armor. I will take a plumber in a truck any day.
From the words of Elle Woods on the Legally Blonde movie.
Exercise gives you endorphine, endorphins make you happy ... and happy people just do not kill thier husbands
You only need to love your husband twice in your lifetime. Now and forever.
Who has a husband that loves them even during the worst PMS? I Do! I Do! Eat your heart out ladies!
You know you married the right man ... when you go to day-dream ... and your husband is the guy that pops into your head. Yes Clint ... you pop into my daydreams! *smile*
Sometimes I wonder how I got such a great husband ... then today I realized that it is because I am such an awesome wife.
Sometimes there are religious issues in our marriage. Clint thinks he is God ... and I do not.
It will cross your mind at one point or another ... to put your husband up for bid on ebay.
Women just need to hear those 3 little words ... Here's. My. Wallet.
Marriage does not guarantee that you will be together forever. It is only a piece of paper. It takes love understanding and friendship to make a relationship last
How is it that Clint can read blue prints and build an entire house ... but he can not seem to put his dirty dishes in the sink?
Happy wife means happy life. Your choice gentleman.
My husband wears the pants in the family ... but I control the zipper.
Here is to "almost nearly" ten years of being husband and wife, Clinton. You are my bestfriend. My partner in this game called life. My world would be an upside down mess without you in it. Thanks for being you ... and loving me.
Along Clint's and my married path ... we have had our bumps in the road. We have also had our fair share of pot holes, detours, dead ends, destination re-routing, road construction, blinking yellow lights ... that you creep through the intersection with because you are not sure if it is "really your turn yet", cars getting stuck in mud, bridges being destroyed, maps flying out the window, broken GPS, 4 way stop signs, road blocks and keys getting locked in the car type of marriage moments.
Come on now. Admit it. Every marriage goes through it's "battles" ... but it is when you wave that white flag ... after the National Guards have been called in ... what matters the most. If you are smiling and holding hands ... that is a good sign! And yes ... the National Guards, Army, Navy, Fire Station, Police Station, Smokey the Bear, Marines, Principal of the School and Sponge Bob Square Pants have been called in to help solve some "battles" along the way in these past 10 years that I have been married to Clint.
So ... due to the factor that I have "almost officially" been married for a DECADE ... I think that makes me an expert on marriage. Yep ... a freaking expert! In fact ... I think I have a PHD in marriage! Why are you laughing???
OK ... OK ... OK!!! So I can not really write the owners maual to being married ... but I could at least write a chapter in it. Ummm ... Ok ... maybe not a chapter. But ... well ... shit! Who am I kidding ... I do not think Clint or I have ever even opened up and skimmed a few pages of the owners manual to a marriage. Maybe I should make that our goal for the next 10 years ... at least read the cliff notes on how to be married.
I can honestly say ... that I love that man more today ... than the day that I walked down the isle with my Dad by my side ... smiling from ear to ear ... in the one and only wedding dress that I tried on and bought the same day ... while my feet were killing me because of my stupid shoes ... as friends and family joined us on September 23rd in 2000 to watch us say I Do. Oh who am I kidding ... our friends were there for the beer that was gonna be served at the reception. Party oh dudes!
So ... after nearly a decade of being Mrs. Moore ... here are a few things that I have learned along the way.
"Wife" ... really means "maid". Not sure why ... but it does. Trust me.
Always remember this important rule to a happy marriage:
Good things come to those who listen to their wives.
This IS a proven fact!
When I am an old lady, I want to sit on a porch swing with Clint ... holding hands, sipping Dr.Pepper and swatting mosquitos.
A husband is the only one of your chldren that does not grow up and move away.
Love brought Clint and I together as husband and wife ... and gave us a bestfriend for life.
Clint ... here is a little FYI. If you wanna know the best foreplay and biggest turn-on for me.
Well, here it is ... do some housework and laundry every once in awhile.
I really hope that if I come back as a man ... I get a wife that is as good as my husband's.
The secret to love is learning how to be disfunctional ... perfectly ... together.
So many acts and expressions of love go unnoticed and unfelt ... because we simply get used to them.
Rules for a successful Marriage.
1. The wife is always right.
2. In the event that the wife is wrong ... please refer to rule #1.
There are days ... that I can not wait for the "Cash for Husbands" program to go in to effect.
The rooster may rule the roost, but the hen rules the rooster.
Never under estimate the power of a woman ... once she has had enough
Remember that you can still love your spouse ... even on the days that you do not like them very well.
Forget my knight in shining armor. I will take a plumber in a truck any day.
From the words of Elle Woods on the Legally Blonde movie.
Exercise gives you endorphine, endorphins make you happy ... and happy people just do not kill thier husbands
You only need to love your husband twice in your lifetime. Now and forever.
Who has a husband that loves them even during the worst PMS? I Do! I Do! Eat your heart out ladies!
You know you married the right man ... when you go to day-dream ... and your husband is the guy that pops into your head. Yes Clint ... you pop into my daydreams! *smile*
Sometimes I wonder how I got such a great husband ... then today I realized that it is because I am such an awesome wife.
Sometimes there are religious issues in our marriage. Clint thinks he is God ... and I do not.
It will cross your mind at one point or another ... to put your husband up for bid on ebay.
Women just need to hear those 3 little words ... Here's. My. Wallet.
Marriage does not guarantee that you will be together forever. It is only a piece of paper. It takes love understanding and friendship to make a relationship last
How is it that Clint can read blue prints and build an entire house ... but he can not seem to put his dirty dishes in the sink?
Happy wife means happy life. Your choice gentleman.
My husband wears the pants in the family ... but I control the zipper.
Here is to "almost nearly" ten years of being husband and wife, Clinton. You are my bestfriend. My partner in this game called life. My world would be an upside down mess without you in it. Thanks for being you ... and loving me.
email ...
On Eythen's first day of all day kindergarten ... I got an email from his teacher at about 2:00. It was titled ... "Your son". Oh crap! What did the little darling do?
Here is what the email said ...
I had to write this quote to you! Eythen fell out at recess and scraped his hand. About 10 minutes after recess he told me, "Mrs. Sweany! My boob is really feeling a lot better!" I LOVE IT!!! I had to share this with you. Jen
There you have it ... my son ... already making his mark in the big world.
Here is what the email said ...
I had to write this quote to you! Eythen fell out at recess and scraped his hand. About 10 minutes after recess he told me, "Mrs. Sweany! My boob is really feeling a lot better!" I LOVE IT!!! I had to share this with you. Jen
There you have it ... my son ... already making his mark in the big world.
Monday, September 6, 2010
F.Y.I. ...
Why does everyone in the family think they're the normal one?
They are all loony.
I'm the ONLY one that is normal.
Don't ask them though ... they're crazy. And lie.
They are all loony.
I'm the ONLY one that is normal.
Don't ask them though ... they're crazy. And lie.
because Mommy loves you ...
I am taking the pressure off of my children for the day.
Today, I am gonna squirt toothpaste in the sink, smash potato chips into the carpet, dump every toy out of the toybox, leave DS games in odd places & dropped a Polly Pocket in the middle of the steps ... pretend like I did not notice ... & leave it for someone else to pick up.
Now my children do not have to worry about meeting their daily goals. Your welcome guys!
Today, I am gonna squirt toothpaste in the sink, smash potato chips into the carpet, dump every toy out of the toybox, leave DS games in odd places & dropped a Polly Pocket in the middle of the steps ... pretend like I did not notice ... & leave it for someone else to pick up.
Now my children do not have to worry about meeting their daily goals. Your welcome guys!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
*yawn* ...
You know you are a tired Mommy when you put the cereal in the frig and the milk in the pantry.
Brillant idea ...
The next time I go into a restaurant and I order a Dr. Pepper ... and they reply with "Is Mr. Pibb, OK?" I am gonna reply with, "Is Monopoly money, OK?"
Sick Germs ...
Is it possible ... that since I got the "sicky germs" that all 3 of my kids just got done with ... that I got it 3 times as bad and it will last 3 times as long? Seriously ... I am ready to pass the "sicky germs" on elsewhere.
Any takers? Clint? Pretty please?
I think I am gonna try this in the next few minutes.
I am gonna go and touch Clint on the arm ... and say "Your it" ... while running away ... crossing my fingers ... and screaming "No touch backs!".
It works when someone else is trying to give you someone elses cooties. I mean ... you just simply cross your fingers and say "Nope! I have my fingers crossed! Na Na Na Na Na". Surely it can work for "sicky germs" as well. It is worth a shot.
Your it Clint!
Any takers? Clint? Pretty please?
I think I am gonna try this in the next few minutes.
I am gonna go and touch Clint on the arm ... and say "Your it" ... while running away ... crossing my fingers ... and screaming "No touch backs!".
It works when someone else is trying to give you someone elses cooties. I mean ... you just simply cross your fingers and say "Nope! I have my fingers crossed! Na Na Na Na Na". Surely it can work for "sicky germs" as well. It is worth a shot.
Your it Clint!
Just a suggestion ...
I think Webster's Dictionary should change the defination of the word "keyring" to ... a nifty little gadget that allows you to loose all your keys at once.
Just a suggestion.
Just a suggestion.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Dr. Pepper ...
Dear Sonic: I just want you to know ... that you stole my heart on this Friday afternoon. I am not sure if it is because I got my drink during Happy Hour ... or the small circle balls of ice ... or the red straw ... or the "non" eco-friendly styrophome cups ... but your fountain drinks are top knotch. From a Mommy who is enjoying every single bit of this empty calorie-high carb-sugary cup of yumminess.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Capri Sun ...
It is official ... I could never stab anyone. I could barely get the straw in Eythen's Capri Sun this morning. Darn those things.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
every woman ...
Every woman deserves a man who will look at her each day like she is the most amazing woman he has ever layed eyes on. I am so glad ... that nearly 12 years ago in Emporia ... while at a bar called the OutBack ... I found that guy for me.
crappy jobs ...
I think that dusting, doing dishes, sweeping, mopping and laundry are crappy jobs. No one seems to notice, no one pats me on the back and says job well done, there is never a paycheck or raise and everyone in the house seems hell bent on wrecking my efforts.
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