Mother’s Day is the Best

Especially when you are me and the wife of The Man and the mom of five pretty awesome short people. It started with presents. Really Really great presents: I got a new ring and some seriously fantastic earrings that I never plan on removing. Then, we loaded up and took The Man to the airport (not my highlight by any means). Then it was bookstore time. See, here’s the thing. The thing is. Let me explain something. I packed up Pastor’s books to return to him, and I clearly labeled the box Louie (Not Louise, but The Man didn’t notice…

Wheelin’ and Dealin’

In keeping with my efforts to procrastinate my homework assignment as close to its due date as possible, I made a list for the grocery store and took my five children there. I do not recommend this. To know why click HERE. BUT, today I was feeling frisky. I woke a good two hours before I normally do on the weekend, (HA or any other day if we’re being Frank) and we were accomplishing much on our errand outing. I had my coupons and list, so we headed for Smith’s for their 10 for $10 sale. We got a silly…

Frick Frack PHOOEY

Our television died. It has been a sad pending experience, but it still hurts now that it has happened. Aren’t TVs supposed to last longer than two years? This time there were no Wii remotes thrown at the screen. This time it started smelling of burnt machinery and sending up wisps of smoke. This morning, when there was smoke and sparking, we knew it was a goner. Just like my favorite leisure activity. WAAAH! We seriously need jobs. It’s dangerous to go so long without money. You know what happens? Your list of things to buy with your first paycheck…

Eavesdropping

I didn’t mean to be an eavesdropper (where in the world did this saying come from anyway?), but I was sitting here minding my own business when Eli and Layla Grace began chatting. Layla: EW Moby smells! Gross! (gag)Eli: Layla, you better get used to that.Layla: What? Why?Eli: If you are going to be married, you need to get used to the smell.Layla: What? Why? Gross.Eli: Also, if you are going to get married you need to get used to Sam biting you.Layla: What? WHY?Eli: Cause Mommy and Daddy are married and Daddy bit her. They were laying in bed…

Responsibility Reschmonsibility

I DON’T WANNA! I DON’T WANNA! As I sit here refusing to get out of my bed a long list of responsibilities is running through my head. Incessant. Then, I look over and see my book and think to myself, “Self, wouldn’t it be awesome to stay in bed all day and read this book?” Then I answer myself, “Yes. Yes it would.” But then my belly gets queasy with anxiety over procrastination, and I wimp out. This is me not wimping, but this is also me not at all sure where to begin! I need a life coach. Where…

Sam At Bedtime. He got me again.

So. Samuel Fisher is a big movie quoter. Let’s be real. If you are going to be one of the children in this house, you have to be a movie quoter. AGAIN he wasn’t in his bed. I said, “FISH what are you doing? He said, in his best New York accent (which was phenomenal) “I WAS ON A SAFARI, BOB!” This is of course my favorite line from Return to Me delivered by Dick Cusack, John’s and Joan’s seriously awesome father. I cannot discipline under these circumstances.

My First Thoughts

Many times I will open my eyes seemingly instantly each morning with a thought in my head as if I have been mulling it over all night. Considering what “they” say about the short span in which dreams take place, this isn’t likely, but still, it feels this way. I usually blog or write about those things or people who are my first thought of the day. This morning my first thought was more of a question followed with a barrage of answers. Why aren’t you on Facebook?  Many of you have asked me this question and even rolled your…

Conversations With Sam at Bedtime

I was tucking in Sam-I-AM who is four. He wasn’t in his bed when I went up to tuck him in. We usually send them up and give them a few minutes to gather their nonsense and whatever else it is short people do instead of us standing there impatiently saying, “get in bed. get in bed. get in bed.” Now we give them time. Only, lately they have been running amok until we come up there and stand impatiently and say, “get in bed. get in bed. get in bed.” Sigh. Tonight, he wasn’t in bed. Instead of yelling…

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

I am in my bed with a bellyache, so I am watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days to make myself feel better. It’s totally working. My favorite quotes so far: You are a vision in khaki You cannot name my member after a female Our kids are really…….ATTRACTIVE Watch it. You will be a better person.

BUUUURN

Sometimes I mock people. It may be easier to calculate the times I am NOT mocking rather than try to account for the times I AM mocking. I just enjoy making mock. Izzy is very nearly 13 and super good at making mock as well. She can dish it out and take it. Tonight she was mumbling some nonsense and making me giggle and ended with, “Your face is a log.” Now, before I move on, you should know we often just repeat what others have said, but apply that attribute to whomever we are speaking. Example:Ellie Harrison after the…

I Am

Officially half way through my master’s program at Grand Canyon University Enjoying a pajama day filled with two cups of coffee, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, homeschooling, homework, and a husband who returned home from yet another trip Grateful my husband’s job doesn’t usually ask him to travel; I like him at my beckon call Fully in love with acoustic guitar music Wishing I were better at producing it, but realizing it is because I don’t practice nearly enough 29 hours early with turning in my homework and feeling overwhelmed with the possibilities with my free time…

I Can’t Get Past This

Because this isn’t the only place I write, sometimes I get stuck on a thought and can’t get past it. This is something I wrote a couple of weeks ago about a particular Sunday morning and my issues on said morning. Welcome to my issues. I tried to prepare you all for the real fact that I am crazy and usually rotten. I would say I told you so, but that may not help my case to make you love me anyway. This Sunday I cried through worship. I cried through the teaching. All the while, I struggled with what…

Maybe I Should Sleep

My eyeballs are burning in my face right now after working on resumes and applications and school work and homeschool work and writing hand written letters to 7 Asian students. I do not mean to say I just sit and write willy nilly to Asians; these are actually my students. They will be expecting things from me in the morning. They will expect me to be patient and teach them. They will expect for me to at least act like I know more than them so I can impart my wisdom. Maybe I should sleep. I have been thinking this…

One Day

I will be published on more than the internet I won’t be terrified of lice I will have arm muscles I will go overseas with that man-o-mine I will get caught up on my scrapbooking I will have a TV that doesn’t shut off willy nilly I will successfully convince people to use the word bunk I will have my own garden I will drive a Karmann Ghia I will laugh so hard it hurts I will order room service in my hotel room because the book I am reading is too good to stop One day.