Monday, February 23, 2009
Argument of the day
Micah (3) and Tucker (2) are sitting here having a serious argument over whether Aunt Timmie has a baby in her belly or a ball under her shirt. :)
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Uni-boob.?!
STOP right here if you are at all easily offended or basically a man who doesn't like to hear about bras.
As if shopping for clothes in general is not nerve wracking enough...we have to shop for bras as well. Now I don't know about every woman out there but if you are so lucky that you can just run down to the store, pick up any bra in your size and dash through the checkout lane, then count your blessings.
Let me just say...breasts are not all that they are cracked up to be! Aside from the back aches, you have to deal with the "how many hooks do you need" and the "shirts that fit everywhere but gap in the front".
I am so sick of spending countless HOURS, not minutes, HOURS trying on 13,492 bras only to find that none of them fit. You go shopping and this is what you find.
You have the spiller. The bra that you put on and suddenly you have so much breast that they are spilling out of the top.
You have the escapee. The bra that seems to fit but when you lift up your arms, your breasts are trying to escape out the bottom of the bra.
You have the granny. The bra that actually fits but covers you from your neck to your navel.
You have the Marylinn Monroe. The bra with the cup that is so pointed that you could cut glass.
You have the coconut. The bra that looks like someone cut a coconut in half and taped it to your chest.
You have the pillow. The bra that has so much padding that you have to go up 2 sizes just to fit all you have into the bra.
You have the tissue. The bra that is so thin you would get more support out of a used tissue.
Then my personal favorite...
You have the Uni-boob. The bra where you start out with two breasts and when you put on the bra, you only have one.
The truth of the matter is, in the seventies when the women burned their bras, it wasn't because they were protesting and fighting for feminine rights. I'm convinced they just wanted a bra that fit.
I'm considering moving to Africa.
As if shopping for clothes in general is not nerve wracking enough...we have to shop for bras as well. Now I don't know about every woman out there but if you are so lucky that you can just run down to the store, pick up any bra in your size and dash through the checkout lane, then count your blessings.
Let me just say...breasts are not all that they are cracked up to be! Aside from the back aches, you have to deal with the "how many hooks do you need" and the "shirts that fit everywhere but gap in the front".
I am so sick of spending countless HOURS, not minutes, HOURS trying on 13,492 bras only to find that none of them fit. You go shopping and this is what you find.
You have the spiller. The bra that you put on and suddenly you have so much breast that they are spilling out of the top.
You have the escapee. The bra that seems to fit but when you lift up your arms, your breasts are trying to escape out the bottom of the bra.
You have the granny. The bra that actually fits but covers you from your neck to your navel.
You have the Marylinn Monroe. The bra with the cup that is so pointed that you could cut glass.
You have the coconut. The bra that looks like someone cut a coconut in half and taped it to your chest.
You have the pillow. The bra that has so much padding that you have to go up 2 sizes just to fit all you have into the bra.
You have the tissue. The bra that is so thin you would get more support out of a used tissue.
Then my personal favorite...
You have the Uni-boob. The bra where you start out with two breasts and when you put on the bra, you only have one.
The truth of the matter is, in the seventies when the women burned their bras, it wasn't because they were protesting and fighting for feminine rights. I'm convinced they just wanted a bra that fit.
I'm considering moving to Africa.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Micah's Imagination
I have to say that Micah has one of the best imaginations that I have ever seen on a kid. He could sit and play for hours with a stick if that is all he had. We were on our way to church tonight and we drive up a small hill then go back down it right before we get to church. The sun was going down as we went up the hill so the sky was several different colors but the clouds looked blue. Micah spoke up from the back seat and said "Mom! You are driving to close to the clouds." I assume he thought that we would drive right into it. As I was giggling about that, he told me that the blue cloud in front of us looked like an elephant. And the funny thing is, it really did. I love the fact that he REALLY looks at things.
I'd like to say that I passed that artistic eye down to him. Well, that's about all I passed on to him, the only part of him that doesn't look like his father is his gimpy ear. I LOVE that ear though. It's my favorite part of his little 3 year old body. He's my lil man!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
BIRTHDAY GREETINGS TO MYSELF
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!
Monday, February 16, 2009
Confession Time
When I was a little girl, my mother owned a Betty Crocker cookbook. There is a picture of "Betty" on the back of that cookbook. I now own said cookbook. I do not cook out of it now because we are gluten free and I haven't taken the time to look up any "maybe" recipes...yet. I digress.
I was reading one of my favorite blogs and there was a picture of the author of said blog and she looked like "Betty" in that photo. Perhaps it was the perfection of her makeup or just the angle of the photo but it took me right back to that cookbook.
Now of course I commented about her looking like "Betty" on her blog but that is not the point of this entry. My comment went something like this..."you look like "Betty"...blah blah blah...even as a child I thought [Betty] was beautiful, perhaps it is because I always thought that she looked like my mother."
As my finger released itself from the left mouse button, I had this horrible need to elaborate but knew it wouldn't matter to her because I probably just offended her but in reality was giving her a wonderful compliment. So here I am now. Elaborating.
...seven degrees of separation...
If in fact, said female looks like "Betty Crocker", then in fact said female is beautiful due to the fact that I always thought "Betty" was beautiful. Which in turn leads us to "Betty" resembling my mother, which would be the reason that I always thought "Betty" was beautiful. Which brings us to the actual point of said facts...my mother is beautiful.
I have always thought so and always will. Words can never describe the beauty that I see in her, but I will give it a whirl anyway. She is quiet and unasuming. I don't know if that comes from being a grandmother or if she was always that way. She doesn't walk into a room, she enters a room. She carries herself as a proper woman, you don't hear foul language come from her mouth. She doesnt drink or smoke. She is kind and patient. She takes caution not to hurt others feelings. She listens without judging. She is loving. A wonderful grandmother, and a terrific friend. She doesn't age. She is more beautiful to me today than she was as a young woman in her photos.
My mother is my role model and I am blessed that God chose me to be her daughter.
I was reading one of my favorite blogs and there was a picture of the author of said blog and she looked like "Betty" in that photo. Perhaps it was the perfection of her makeup or just the angle of the photo but it took me right back to that cookbook.
Now of course I commented about her looking like "Betty" on her blog but that is not the point of this entry. My comment went something like this..."you look like "Betty"...blah blah blah...even as a child I thought [Betty] was beautiful, perhaps it is because I always thought that she looked like my mother."
As my finger released itself from the left mouse button, I had this horrible need to elaborate but knew it wouldn't matter to her because I probably just offended her but in reality was giving her a wonderful compliment. So here I am now. Elaborating.
...seven degrees of separation...
If in fact, said female looks like "Betty Crocker", then in fact said female is beautiful due to the fact that I always thought "Betty" was beautiful. Which in turn leads us to "Betty" resembling my mother, which would be the reason that I always thought "Betty" was beautiful. Which brings us to the actual point of said facts...my mother is beautiful.
I have always thought so and always will. Words can never describe the beauty that I see in her, but I will give it a whirl anyway. She is quiet and unasuming. I don't know if that comes from being a grandmother or if she was always that way. She doesn't walk into a room, she enters a room. She carries herself as a proper woman, you don't hear foul language come from her mouth. She doesnt drink or smoke. She is kind and patient. She takes caution not to hurt others feelings. She listens without judging. She is loving. A wonderful grandmother, and a terrific friend. She doesn't age. She is more beautiful to me today than she was as a young woman in her photos.
My mother is my role model and I am blessed that God chose me to be her daughter.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Mary Kay is in...
And my skin is rejoicing!!!!! My skin actually shouted halelujiah when I put moisturizer on it. It did. I promise. I heard it myself.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Convo of the Day
So this is one of the boy's favorite books. After we finished reading it (Micah reciting it) Mic and I had this short little conversation...
Mic-"Hey mom! Look, this boy is white and this gurl is black"
Mom-"Well, Micah. They both look pretty brown to me"
Mic-"No. This one is white and this one is black"
Mom-"Ok. So, um Micah, what color are you?"
Mic-"Vegetables"
Mic-"Hey mom! Look, this boy is white and this gurl is black"
Mom-"Well, Micah. They both look pretty brown to me"
Mic-"No. This one is white and this one is black"
Mom-"Ok. So, um Micah, what color are you?"
Mic-"Vegetables"
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Mommy Math
A Pink Marker
+ Black Marker
+ Yellow Marker
+ Naked Tucker
= A Pink Black and Yellow Pee-Pee
+ Black Marker
+ Yellow Marker
+ Naked Tucker
= A Pink Black and Yellow Pee-Pee
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
My greatful page
I am really struggling in my life right now. REALLY...even as I type this there are things going on in my house that make me want to run away and hide. BUT I am taking some un-given advice from a dear soul and am going to focus on my pearls.
Praise the Lord, my father, my husband, my friend for:
Our tax refund
Boxes to move with
The new house that I don't have yet but HE is going to give me
My four children, even if they do drive me crazy on snow days
My washer and dryer
The ability to TRY and make home-made gluten free bread
A phone that works
Almost 5 years in a marriage that has thrown me into God's arms
God's love and kindness, mercy and grace
God being the only perfect man
God being in control and not me...someone would be dead by now if I were. :)
Parents who raised me to the best of their ability
My wonderful sisters who love me and support me
A special someone who never says what I WANT to hear but always says what I NEED to hear.
A very patient landlord
A nose that can smell the apple cider vinegar spilled in my kitchen
A church that doesn't close because of snow
A God that is SO patient as I stumble my way through life
Praise the Lord, my father, my husband, my friend for:
Our tax refund
Boxes to move with
The new house that I don't have yet but HE is going to give me
My four children, even if they do drive me crazy on snow days
My washer and dryer
The ability to TRY and make home-made gluten free bread
A phone that works
Almost 5 years in a marriage that has thrown me into God's arms
God's love and kindness, mercy and grace
God being the only perfect man
God being in control and not me...someone would be dead by now if I were. :)
Parents who raised me to the best of their ability
My wonderful sisters who love me and support me
A special someone who never says what I WANT to hear but always says what I NEED to hear.
A very patient landlord
A nose that can smell the apple cider vinegar spilled in my kitchen
A church that doesn't close because of snow
A God that is SO patient as I stumble my way through life
Monday, February 02, 2009
The World Under My Couch
With the impending move ahead of me, I came to the realization that underneath my couch had not been cleaned out since...well...um...I'm...well...it was...um...maybe...I don't even remember when. Not wanting the world to know that I am really a pig underneath it all, I decided to clean under the couch today. Here are a few of the things that I found...
3 Hangers (child size)
8 toy cars
4 hair bows
1 pack of gum unopened
1 pack of gum 3/4 empty
2 pieces of chewed gum stuck to the floor
1 orange skittle melted to the floor
4 spoons
1 dirty unmatched sock
2 clean unmatched socks
3 pair of clean socks
1 bottle top
1 large plastic coin
1 cd on how to play the guitar
2 christmas ornaments
1 sucker stick stuck to the floor by the residue of an eaten sucker
1 measuring spoon
That's just some of what I found...mixed in of course with 2 dustpans full of dirt, trash and debris.
3 Hangers (child size)
8 toy cars
4 hair bows
1 pack of gum unopened
1 pack of gum 3/4 empty
2 pieces of chewed gum stuck to the floor
1 orange skittle melted to the floor
4 spoons
1 dirty unmatched sock
2 clean unmatched socks
3 pair of clean socks
1 bottle top
1 large plastic coin
1 cd on how to play the guitar
2 christmas ornaments
1 sucker stick stuck to the floor by the residue of an eaten sucker
1 measuring spoon
That's just some of what I found...mixed in of course with 2 dustpans full of dirt, trash and debris.
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Mommy - 1 (paci) Tucker - 1 (bed)
Ok Ok. He won! Are you happy? Tucker won this battle. I put his crib back up last night. I know I know, I'm weak. I just couldn't take the tears anther night. He cried and cried for his bed (yes even though he wasn't sleeping in it). I put it back up and he slept in his crib last night. I'm pretty sure he was happy about it.
He used to be not so nice (pre-gluten diagnosis) and then he got really nice (post-non-gluten diet) and now he is turning into that not so nice little boy again and I'm at a loss as to why. Maybe I need to remove all of his allergies from his diet. I don't know. I just know that he is not so nice right now and I couldn't do the screaming for over an hour thing last night. So I put his crib back up.
Stop judging me!
He used to be not so nice (pre-gluten diagnosis) and then he got really nice (post-non-gluten diet) and now he is turning into that not so nice little boy again and I'm at a loss as to why. Maybe I need to remove all of his allergies from his diet. I don't know. I just know that he is not so nice right now and I couldn't do the screaming for over an hour thing last night. So I put his crib back up.
Stop judging me!
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