One of these things in not like the other......

I opened the linen closet to find this little surprise.......Does this ever happen at your house?

Thank You Aunties!!

My sweet sister and Aunt sent Hannah a ton of new clothes! I am more thankful that I can ever express....so I thought I'd add some pictures of her in her new clothes. Hannah came up with the poses all on her own.....maybe she'll be a model?

Joe holding Hannah "like a bride".

I wish they were always so loving!

More Conversations with a Teenager

Teens in the van......I'm driving.

Teen: Mom!! I am so upset!! I want you to listen to me and I don't want you to say anything!! I just want you to LISTEN!!

Me:

Teen: (Says so much!! Shares feelings with MUCH gusto! )

Me:

Teen: WELL!!!! AREN'T YOU GOING TO SAY ANYTHING?!!!!

Me:

A Waist is a Terrible Thing to Mind

......Tom Wilson

So, I'm on my journey to being fit...again. I can remember being so fit when we were living in
Balmoral and thinking to myself "I will never be fat again!". HA! It just crept up on me and before I knew it....I had a nice big inner tube staring at me in the mirror. I've gone to the gym three times in a row and what I have to show for it is very sore calves and sore hip joints (I must be getting old). But, I'm determined....now, I need to work on my eating.

Conversations (with a teenager)

Teenager: Mom, I don't like you! I really don't like you!

Me: Why?

Teenager: Because, you are annoying.

Me: WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LIVING AN IMPERFECT LIFE! (okay, I really didn't say that)

Happy Birthday Jenny!

Yesterday my sister turned 38. I love you Jenny Lynn!

sick breath

When my kids are little...I've not noticed this when they get older....I can tell when they are sick or getting sick because they have "sick breath". It's so strange and I can't really describe what it smells like...I just call it "sick breath". It doesn't smell bad...it's just a distinct smell that signals me that a sickness is coming....I'm wondering if anyone else has noticed this with their kids???

Trying again

When stress is upon me I do what I do best...I eat. Food is my vice of choice. So....I am going to try once again to get in shape...to eat better...not diet...just make better choices. We have a family membership at the YMCA (thanks Dad!) and they just opened a really nice facility very close to home....only a 5 minute drive. It's pretty nifty..it's connected to the middle school. They have a very nice childwatch center and it's included in our family membership. Hannah and I took a trip out there today and she enjoyed the childwatch center while I enjoyed the treadmill and the weight machines. It felt so good to do it....I want to take the older kids tonight and enjoy it some more. They have classes too...even STEP...my very favorite! So, I'm putting this out there to hold myself a little more accountable...

oh the things they say.....

On Saturday Joe came running upstairs yelling that Hannah had an accident downstairs on the carpet...I ran out of my room to find Hannah sitting on the toilet with poop everywhere....poor girl had diarrhea....I looked at her sitting there and she said "mom...my poop is melted".

He will be missed

Many, many years ago I decided to go to the movies by myself. I went to see a movie I'd never heard of but sounded interesting. Dirty Dancing. I LOVED it! I have seen it many times over and each time I LOVE it...even though I also think it's rather cheesy. I, of coarse, was in love with Patrick Swayze. He was not only lovely to look at but also had such a charm about him. When I heard that he'd lost his battle to cancer I just felt the need to say my own little goodbye....

Conversations (with a teenager)

Me: (as we were getting in the van) You know...we should of left 10 minutes ago...you are going to be late. (stated very calmly)

Teenager: WELL EXCUSE ME FOR LIVING AN IMPERFECT LIFE!!!

Retakes *edited*

Last week I went in for a mammogram...my first. And it was just as awful as everyone says it is. You stand at this machine and a woman (thankfully not a man) pushes and pulls and arranges your boob onto to this little platform thing and then the smasher thing comes down and presses down so hard that you are just sure you're going to pop and then the woman says "Are you okay?"....NO I AM NOT OKAY!!! My boob is being squeezed to death!....is what you want to say.....but what you say is "Yes...I'm fine". Then the woman comes over and rearranges your boob into another lovely pose and again the smasher thing comes down and squeezes it even flater this time....and then she says again....are you okay? and you want to say "NO!!! I AM GOING TO DIE HERE!!!....but what you say is "I'm fine"...while tears are coming to your eyes. Then it's your other boobs turn!

Yesterday the hospital called...they need to get retakes on my poor boobs....there are some dense areas that they need to take a closer look at....OH GOODY!

Went and got them done...it was not fun but I'm glad to report that I'm fine....no lumps or bumps...just dense breasts.

If at first you don't succeed.....

find out if the loser gets anything..........Bill Lyon

Lately I've been feeling so overwhelmed with many things....most of them financial. Sometimes I get so tired of going through this same trial over and over again. I must conclude that we haven't gotten right yet or we'd move on to another trial, right? I know the Lord loves us...I know He doesn't give us any more than we can handle.....would be horrible for me to say I'm tired and weary and just plain sick of it! This is why I haven't been writing much.....all I have is negative.

Where's girls night out when I need one???? I need to laugh!

Conversations

I spent several minutes last night explaining what diabetes is to Joe.....that we all have a pancreas and what it does for us and that Zack's doesn't work properly. This is what happened when Zack came home....

Joe: Zack! Your penis thing is broken!

Zack: What???

Joe: Your penis thing is broken! Mom told me so!