Sunday, February 6, 2011

Does anyone still do this?

What a great Sunday! Kids are happy and not bugging me. Dew is scouting for hogs. Mars and Jupiter must be in line. All these things happening at once gives me a chance to catch up with friends on the blog. Guess what? People still do this! Family catch up time: Dew makes me laugh. I have tried in the past to get this crazy family of mine to start a compost bin. You know, put all the apple cores and banana peels in the container provided on the counter. My wonderful hubby thought it was gross. Now, this lovely man has converted into the might hunter has asked his kids to put scraps in a bucket so he can bait hogs. AND THEY DO! They do such a good job that my feezer was full of gallon sized ziplock bags AND two in the fridge. Talk about gross. One more reason to buy a deep freeze.
Dew called a bit ago and said the hogs don't like edamaee either. Got to love that guy.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Man oh Man....

am I on one tonight! I know that if I could just get myself to close my eyes I might just sleep instead of telling people what I really think on face book. After having my sweet little baby Ammon I cut us (kids) off from the rest of the world. Coming back isn't so easy though. This is where a husband or friends come into play. To bad I couldn't pick my husband out of a line up. All's I remember about him is he wears a uniform of some sort. If it wasn't for the marriage certificate I glanced at the other day, might not believe I was married at all! Thinking that I miss my husband a little. Wow, go figure. Now that I got that off my chest...... I think I'm finally ready for bed. Good night!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Back to the Blog

Not loving the facebook thing. Blogging more fun by far.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Boys will be boys



This is my ever wonderful son getting staples out of his head. I would have the before and during posted but can't seem to get those photos from the cell to computer. So, he says he was playing football with the guys and was taken down. Not wanting to call his mother not even a block away, he walks two to his friends house. Washes up and then calls me. We pick THE BOY up at another friends house, who I called ahead of time to keep him there. 8 Staples and 5 hours later were home. A boy can never be man with out a trip to the ER is what I kept telling myself. This would never happen with my girls! Zoom in on the pics and you will his all the staples.
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Saturday, March 21, 2009

Why You Should NEVER.....

let us babysit your precious ones. Stitches, lots of blood, ER trip. That is what can happen. Happy to report that Little J Man is all better and got some girlly attention out of it all.


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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Another Tag from Meesa....

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A. Attached or single? Total ball and chain but because he's totally in love with me, it's ok. Now if he would just marry me in the temple.
B. Best friend? They know who they are.
C. Cake or Pie? Super tart cherry pie or carrot cake. Pie needs to be warm with ice cream.
D. Day of Choice? Sunday. Church and naps are the best.
E. Essential item? Hair tie of some sort.
F. Favorite color? HOOKER RED!!
G. Gummy bears or worms? Bears. I like dismember them.
H. Hometown? Mesa
I. Indulgence? Sewing as of late. Linden white chocolate truffles.
J. January or July? January, it's my birthday.
K. Kids? Three monkeys that I adore.
L. Life isn't complete without? Love.
M. Marriage date? 16th or 17th of May, not sure the year.
N. Number of brothers and sisters? 3 brothers and 2 sisters and if we really want to get difficult...4 half brothers and counting, 1 step brother and 2 step sisters
O. Oranges or apples? oranges
P. Phobias? Don't think I have any.
Q. Quotes? As I have loved you love one another.
R. Reasons to smile? Don't need one. I just wake up that way.
S. Season of Choice? All of fall. The middle of winter. End of spring. Summer mornings.
T. Tag some peeps:1. Rach and Stacy (maybe then shell update her blog) and Anthony
U. Unknown fact about me? I don't like having to be "strong" and overcoming all. Sometime I want to taken care of.
V. Vegetable? Red peppers.
W. Worst habit? The love of yummy food.
X. X-ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound, rays make super villains.
Y. Your favorite food? Anything I don't have to cook.
Z. Zodiac sign? Capricorn

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Teachers

My two wonderful baby sisters want to be teachers. Not just any old teacher but elementary school ones. I totally give it up to them. I couldn't do it! They've both worked in the nursery at church and loved it. They would have the funniest stories to share about the kids. Did the child caring thing just skip me? My body cringes when I think about child care. I have taught in primary before but the kids were older and fun. We would lay a blanket out on the floor and take our shoes off before I gave the lesson. Some how I end up in the nursery most Sundays. Don't really know why! Nursery is always loudest when I'm in there. And I eat all the good snacks! For a while nursery had 100's of balls. I would throw them at the kids heads when they fought, cried for no reason, or out of boredom. Most of the kids thought it was funny. The gym/nursery at church has a huge air duct that is perfect for little children to put their fingers in. One kid stuffed some kind bread like food in it. I told them that a monkey was being bad so I locked it in the vent. Warning them that they shouldn't stick anything in there including fingers or the monkey would bite them off! It was great to see how long they stood looking for the monkey. What was funnier was listening to them try to explain the story to their parents. When I first moved here I spread a rumor that I hated all children. Well, I guess it started as a joke at first. Do you know, I rarely babysit. Wonder why? When I am asked to babysit... I tell the parent that I don't guarantee the child will be in the same condition as when they left them. So kudos to my lovely sisters and the decisions they've made. Anthony thinks you are crazy and wants to know why anyone would want to be a teacher.