This innocent work of art Big Brother brought home from preschool is hanging on our fridge. Hubs was just standing in front of the open fridge drinking milk straight out of the jug when I heard him say this:
After washing a load of laundry this morning, I found this as I was putting all the clothes into the dryer: a water-logged diaper. Unfortunately, this is not the first time I have washed a diaper/pull-up. This is however the first time I weighed it because clearly, I had nothing better to do at the moment. Coming in at 2.5 lbs. this diaper is absolutely impressive. I don't know if it was clean or dirty going in, but it's now brand new with the exception of the bloating. How did said diaper get into the washing machine you ask? My guess is Baby Jaws. He is known to throw things into the laundry basket. I've washed toys, diapers and even food.
How do I not find these things before they end up in the washing machine you ask? I am not a laundry aficionado. I don't even separate colors from whites half the time. If by chance I have a little bit of laundry, I just dump it all in at once. I've found it's easier for me. I've seen things in the laundry basket I fear to touch and dumping the entire basket alleviates that fear. This is definitely not my mother's or grandmother's way of doing laundry, but it works for me even with finding the occasional added bonus.
We're driving to Dallas tomorrow morning. It will be quite an adventure. It always is. Big Brother is ready to go and has been talking about it for days.
Big Brother: "Where's Texas?"
Me: "Down south."
Big Brother: "Is it in South America?"
Me: "Not that far south."
Big Brother while taking his bath tonight: "Is there a bath tub in Texas?"
The next time you're online selling your "propain tanks yoused as boat boies", your 1999 Chevy "Cavliar", your 7 piece wicker "furnature", or your queen sized "headbored", do us all a favor.
Search under the book listings and find yourself a dictionary. You may need to look for "dickshunary", "dicshunairy", or "dictionarey", if by chance someone like yourself has one for sale. I'm begging you, please buy it. Don't do it for yourself. Do it for the rest of us that attempt to read your posts.
I have an earache and it sucks. I'm just going to grin and bear it for awhile to see if it gets better. In the meantime, I decided to Google remedies for an earache. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon "fresh urine". That's right. Here's the even bigger surprise. More than one person has tried it. Wait, it gets better. More than one person that has tried it swears that it works better than any other remedy, including antibiotics.
You're supposed to pee in a cup (which I am a pro at, having been pregnant twice and you know they make you pee in a cup every freakin time you visit your OB), take out about a teaspoon and drop that fresh urine right into your aching ear. It's nice and warm and full of antibodies. Doesn't that sound comforting?
To those of you who have done this and been successful, more power to you. I myself am not that desperate...yet. I did, however, find it both hilarious and disgusting and posed the question to the fam, "Who wants to pee in my ear?" You'll never guess who wants to pee into my ear. Hubs and Big Brother, of course. They see it as a challenge.
I know what they're imagining. They are imagining themselves at the county fair. Yeah, you know the game. My ear is the clown's mouth ( the one you squirt water into until the balloon pops). They stand back a few feet, aim themselves and fire into my ear. I know this is what they are envisioning. I know them all too well. No thanks boys.
I love my slow cooker, but I don't think I could use it everyday for an entire year. I stumbled upon A Year of Slow Cooking and absolutely love it. It has some yummy recipes that I can't wait to try.
Over the weekend, the Lady Chiefs won 3rd place in Class 5 Missouri State Basketball. It was their coach, Steph, who led them there.
Steph is fighting 4 colon cancer and she's determined to beat it.
I used to play basketball against Steph in high school. Our team hated playing her team because they always kicked our butts. Always. She has always been a winner. I followed her when she played college ball. I followed her as she began coaching. I think she is an awesome role model for those girls that she coaches and everyone for that matter. Not because of what she's accomplished with basketball, but her attitude toward life and toward cancer.
After the game, Steph said about her cancer, "I'm determined to win at that too. So you guys just hide and watch."
My prayers go out to her and her family and I will be just one more watching as she wins again.
We went to the circus over the weekend. I knew it would be too much for two little guys, but I didn't know just how much. Let me just add that my boys are doers and not watchers. They would much rather build a 15 ft. train track in their room than watch anything on tv, for which I am very thankful. But I thought they would enjoy the circus. I mean, it's the circus.
We saw tigers walking on tightropes.
We saw a hot chick (Hub's exact words) shoot her bow with her feet while bent over backward to pop a balloon. I got a kick out of it since it took her two tries. Hubs wishes I was this good with my bow.
We saw motorcycles, with more hot chicks dangling below and doing acrobatics, flying at us directly overhead.
This is my favorite Jars of Clay song. And sometimes we do have to pray, "Take my world apart."
I am the only one to blame for this Somehow it all adds up the same Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide With a world I try so hard to leave behind To rid myself of all but love To give and die
To turn away and not become Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves More deeply than the oceans, More abundant than the tears Of a world embracing every heartache
Can I be the one to sacrifice Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow
To love you - take my world apart To need you - I am on my knees To love you - take my world apart To need you - broken on my knees
All said and done I stand alone Amongst remains of a life I should not own It takes all I am to believe In the mercy that covers me
Did you really have to die for me? All I am for all you are Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart
Additional lyrics:
I look beyond the empty cross Forgetting what my life has cost And wipe away the crimson stains And dull the nails that still remain More and more I need you now, I owe you more each passing hour The battle between grace and pride I gave up not so long ago So steal my heart and take the pain And wash my feet and cleanse my pride Take the selfish, take the weak, And all the things I cannot hide Take my beauty, take my tears The sin-soaked heart and make it yours Take my world all apart Take it now, take it now And serve the ones that I despise Speak the words I can't deny Watch the world I used to love Fall to dust and thrown away I look beyond the empty cross Forgetting what my life has cost Wipe away the crimson stains And dull the nails that still remain So steal my heart and take the pain Take the selfish, take the weak And all the things I cannot hide Take my beauty, take my tears Take my world apart, take my world apart I pray, I pray, I pray Take my world apart
This is for Hubs. He has a serious disorder. Every time he sees a singing anything (fish, monkey, turtle, cat) at a store, he has to push as many buttons as he can all at once. We end up with an entire band of singing fish. Don't get me wrong. I'm never embarrassed, only annoyed. I can't even count the number of times I heard this stupid song while shopping at Walgreens and CVS today.
Yes, that is a potty in my living room. And that is Baby Jaws sitting on it, enjoying his breakfast of mini blueberry muffins. That potty hasn't seen the inside of the bathroom in years. He has no desire of using it for it's intended purpose and I'm not holding my breath.
I got Hubs a new bow for his birthday. Well, he got himself a new bow for his birthday, but I still take the credit. I guess I shouldn't be jealous. My bow isn't even a year old yet, but I swear he is obsessed with his new "love" as I call "her". I couldn't find him tonight. I looked all over the house. He was in our bedroom with his new love. He was holding her, staring at her, smiling at her, spending quality time with her. I'm beginning to wonder if he kisses her good-night before he kisses me.
I got a little irritated over the weekend. I've lost count of the number of guys that have stopped by to see her and even said, "This many people didn't come see my new Baby Jaws after he was born. What is with you guys and this bow?!"
I mean, I love my bow, but I will never understand the relationship between a man and his. Never!
"Never explain-your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway." -Elbert Hubbard
"Do not judge men by mere appearances; for the light laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy." -Edward Chapin
"While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, the other is busy making mistakes and becoming superior." -Henry C. Link
"Fight for your opinions, but do not believe that they contain the whole truth, or the only truth." -Charles A. Dana
"The truth is more important than the facts." -Frank Lloyd Wright
Big Brother was supposed to be sitting at the table eating his lunch today. Instead, he was running into the kitchen screaming at the top of his lungs, "My strawberry has a butt crack!"
He shoved it in my face so I could see. He was right, it did have a butt crack. I love that boy!
This innocent work of art Big Brother brought home from preschool is hanging on our fridge. Hubs was just standing in front of the open fridge drinking milk straight out of the jug when I heard him say this:
How did said diaper get into the washing machine you ask? My guess is Baby Jaws. He is known to throw things into the laundry basket. I've washed toys, diapers and even food.
This is definitely not my mother's or grandmother's way of doing laundry, but it works for me even with finding the occasional added bonus.
We saw a hot chick (Hub's exact words) shoot her bow with her feet while bent over backward to pop a balloon. I got a kick out of it since it took her two tries. Hubs wishes I was this good with my bow.
We saw motorcycles, with more hot chicks dangling below and doing acrobatics, flying at us directly overhead.
We saw elephants doing the bunny hop.
And this is as excited as he got.
And this is as excited as he got.
Seriously.
I got Hubs a new bow for his birthday. Well, he got himself a new bow for his birthday, but I still take the credit. I guess I shouldn't be jealous. My bow isn't even a year old yet, but I swear he is obsessed with his new "love" as I call "her". I couldn't find him tonight. I looked all over the house. He was in our bedroom with his new love. He was holding her, staring at her, smiling at her, spending quality time with her. I'm beginning to wonder if he kisses her good-night before he kisses me.
Hubs caught the squirrel in an awkward position. It's almost as if he's hiking his leg to fart. Something I thought only Hubs and Big Brother did.
