SPF: Favorite creation
A special place in my heart
I think Uzz had already taken Pickle to see the movie and I really had no interest in a movie that was so harsh that an aunt and uncle took their orphaned nephew and made him live in a cupboard under the stairs. How cruel, I thought, for a children's movie.
Yet, it was the perfect therapy when I lost my job out of the blue on Dec. 3, 2001. I was in a state of shock and thought that taking my boy to see a movie would be a great way to avoid thinking about it for a while, spend some time with the kiddo and veg out. What I found was a new love affair for me and my entire family. I was hooked. What is funny is that Army of Dad was resistant to reading the books when I started buying them. Trust me, I said, you will be hooked as soon as you read one. The writing is incredible. He balked. He didn't even want to watch the movie. Then, he caught it one day on TV. Perhaps, he could be persuaded to watch and maybe read. Now, he is a Harry Potter junkie just waiting for his last fix coming up next month.
So, Harry and J.K. Rowling, thanks. I'm anxiously awaiting this last book, but with a sadness.
On a side note, if I had lots of money, I'd want to go do this and I can't wait for the Harry Potter theme park.
Sonics' last stand
Christmas list in the making
Ok, gotta add these things to my holiday shopping list so I don't forget. I suppose another Gators bowl shirt can be on the list for Army of Dad. I'm holding out for that, too.
Who'll stop the rain?
Yeah, rain, rain and more rain. I honestly don't remember such a wet summer and I certainly can't recall a June 26 with a high in the mid-80s. This is great. Of course, my children hate the rain. Pickle pulled out Cat in the Hat to watch. I think the rain inspired him. Remember that in the first part of the book? The kids are watching the rain outside the window. Stinkerbelle keeps singing "Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day." I'm wondering if this is God's answer to my prayers to help me pay the bills. He is keeping our electric bill down. If you follow the thinking in Evan Almighty, that is a reasonable thought process.
Can anyone tell me when Seattle was picked up and placed in North Texas? Just thinking ...
This explains a lot
Rock around the clock
This was the reception table early on. We added more to this area, including a very pretty tray that my good friend made for my parents. It is one of those where you can put photos under glass and she included a newspaper clipping of the anniversary announcement and the party invitation. It made a beautiful addition to the table. My sister-in-law arranged all the flowers. I bought a bunch of mums and baby's breath at Sam's and she placed them in vases I brought with me. My mom hates this picture of them because of dad's ugly hat.
This shot shows all the smiles that everyone had looking at the pictures and a photo album that I made of mom and dad through the years. I didn't have lots of old pictures, but I did my best. This is my aunt, on the left (my mom's sister) and my cousin on the right.
This picture is pretty funny because mom kept acting like she was going to stab dad with the cake cutter while she was posing for snapshots. I thought it was pretty representational of them, actually.
SPF: New and Improved Scent
So, what keeps your air fresh?
Happy 50th Anniversary
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! Hopefully, the reception Saturday will be fabulous. It won't be for lack of love or lack of trying, if it isn't.
What the hell? Draco Malfoy?
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Ok, this so totally pisses me off. I hate Draco and this is my Harry Potter alter ego. I even went back and took the test a second time. Both times, I'm 90 percent Draco. I guess I better dust off that Slytherin robe.
Hat tip to Mo K or is it Ron Weasley?
Our very patient priest was really good to pose for all these pictures after mass. No photos during mass, so I guess he figured it was a concession to all the moms and dads. However, there was no order or system in place, so guess who (yeah, you guessed it) stepped up and instilled a system. It was frustrating, so I just took over and created a line. We never did get a group picture because that one was way out of my control with all the parents grouped up too close to get them lined up for a group shot.
They look so happy to have just sat through a whole mass. I thought Pickle looked especially cool in his outfit. Look how proud Hot Rod looks. Little Bit is just happy to be in her "pretty white dress" with a bow in her hair.
Field Trip at ATC
Me me me meme
The Meme Rules:-- Post the rules, then list 8 things about yourself.--
At the end of the post, tag and link to 8 other people.--
Leave a comment at those sites, letting them know they’ve been tagged, and asking them to come read the post so they know what to do. Ok, just so you know, North Dallas Thirty, you are seriously fired.
Here is my list:
1. I own CDs by Eminem, Brad Paisley, Godsmack, Big T and the Bada-Bings, Nine Inch Nails, Johnny Cash, Will Smith and Justin Timberlake. I listen to all of them, too.
2. I hate to floss my teeth.
3. I have nightmares that my children are in danger, but they are always out of my grasp to protect them. One version always involves my children washing away from me in rushing water; the other involves the children running from me and into harm's way and I can never catch up with them.
4. I played competitive fast-pitch softball. One year, my team placed fourth in state.
5. I was in the top 10 of the Miss Fort Worth Teen Pageant when I was 15.
6. I was kicked off the JV cheerleading squad. Instead of being a social outcast, it actually boosted my street creds a small amount. I still managed to keep my Goody Two Shoes reputation, though.
7. I like reality TV. My favorites are Beauty and the Geek, Project Runway, Top Chef, Age of Love, Biggest Loser, Joe Schmoe, etc.
8. I'm 7.5 years older than my husband.
I don't think I have eight people to tag with this, so if you WANT to do it, please do it and let me know that you did and I'll come laugh and point, er, I'll come read your blog.
I'm under pressure from deadlines for a giant story package that is coming up, getting things ready for my parents' 50th anniversary shindig this Saturday (and anticipating dealing with my severely dysfunctional relationship with my very critical brother), working on Friday and hosting a little at-home jewelry party on Sunday (yeah, I'm not sure what I was thinking either having it on this date.)
My to-do list this week:
* write, write and write some more
* pay X number of bills with Y number of money
* cover my grey at the hairdresser
* finish framing photos of my parents through the years
* create photo album with remaining photos of parents
* sweep and mop kitchen and dining area
* make phone calls for even more interviews for stories
* clean bathrooms and kitchen
* wash and put up laundry
* work Friday night in neighboring city
* pack lunches for Hot Rod's day camp
* call exterminator to treat termites - creative accting to pay him
* go to Wallyworld to pick up pictures
* soccer pictures Saturday
* pick up cake and flowers and ice
* load up everything for party without forgetting anything
* decorate church
Oh hell, there is more, but I'm going to forget. The pressure is going to get me this week.
I have my "special" boy, whom I'm call Stuart. My boy, Stuart, also has a nickname. He is known as the "Dick Grabber." This child can't run down the pitch without holding himself in his hands. Ok, I take that back. He has adopted the "bird" run in which he runs and flaps his arms and yells "I'm a bird." God love him, I genuinely wonder if the child if the child is autistic or has Aspergers Syndrome. With another child, I would talk to the parents and address my concerns. What jades this discussion with his parents? His mom is a pediatrician. Surely, she recognizes this child's symptoms. Perhaps, she just doesn't want to tell me. I just don't know. But, bless his heart, I can't get frustrated with him. I just don't know how to reach him or help him.
But, in addition to Stuart, I have my challenges with the brother and sister team who refuse to listen. The brother is an oversized bully and his sister is just plain stubborn as a mule. She and I had a battle of wills tonight and I have to say that she won. I was out of options. Would you believe we battled over her taking a drink of water? She refused to go get a drink from the water fountain. Flat out refused. I cajoled. I ordered. I tried to be playful and get her to go get a drink. Nothing was going to work with this child. Her brother is pretty similar, but he seems to have more of a desire to excel and will eventually come around to instructions that are given as orders. These children definitely need some discipline, but without any way to back up my words, I'm defeated already. These kids will be the death of me.
Then, I have my poor sweetheart with vision problems. He has one eye that faces a different direction. I would call it a lazy eye, but I don't think that is accurate. He has always worn sunglasses. His mom said they help him see, only I think she does it to obscure the appearance. He took off his sunglasses today and my bully took it upon himself to call attention to sweetheart's eyes. *sigh* So, we had a discussion about how God makes us all different (this is the Baptist Church soccer league) and how we all have something special about us. So, I picked out something cute about each child. I did get a giggle when we did our scripture memory and for John 3:16, one child said Jesus was God's "only forgotten son." It is just funny to hear these little kids reciting scripture.
We ran lots and lots tonight because these kids need to up their endurance. Four minutes seems like a short amount of time to exercise, but when you're competing with nine other kids to get a ball and there are no game stoppages for indoor soccer ... it seems like forever to the kids. Running is easy. The passing drills and shooting drills - well, God help me, it is like herding cats - only harder.
Now, I sleep with a former IT guy, so you'd think that would provide me with a fix, right? Well, no. He has done everything he knows how to do and the attack of the pop-ups, advertising websites and .exe files, etc. continues.
For one thing, I will NEVER buy anything from any of the advertising sites that pop up. EVER. For the second thing, it is just really annoying. Our firewall/virus thingee (can't you tell how technical I am?) seems to be keeping most of it out, but something is clearly not right.
This will make for some fun till I get it fixed. Double grrrrr.
Happy Father's Day
Watching You by Rodney Atkins and it is especially accurate for this Father's Day. My Hot Rod reminds me so much of the song that it isn't even funny. He wants to be so much like his dad. This one chorus really makes me smile: He said, I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool? I’m your buckaroo; I want to be like you. And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are. We like fixin’ things and holding moma’s hand. Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad? I want to do everything you do; so I’ve been watching you. Hot Rod began smacking me on the butt like he saw his dad do. We had to put a stop to that! But, I love these moments of sweetness of his part. Army of Dad is big and tough and mean, at times, but he is so tender. He yells loudly on the soccer fields, but the moms on the team told me that they know he is a "big ol' teddy bear on the inside" and they're right. Just don't tell anyone I told you.
The 4400: The Saga Continues
In the summertime
Outside the art center where his classes were this week is this sculpture. The kids really like it and it is a great photo spot.