Tuesday, June 17, 2008
YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I AM !!!!!!!!!!
You Are An Exclamation Point |
 You are a bundle of... well, something. You're often a bundle of joy, passion, or drama. You're loud, brash, and outgoing. If you think it, you say it. Definitely not the quiet type, you really don't keep a lot to yourself. You're lively and inspiring. People love to be around your energy. (But they do secretly worry that you'll spill their secrets without even realizing it.) You excel in: Public speaking You get along best with: the Dash |
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Monday, June 16, 2008
Shipwrecked
Well.....this started out being a most impressive pirate ship pool, with all the bells and whistles. Thanks, Gram!The children were giddy with excitement and couldn't believe their good fortune. They had hit the mother lode of inflatable pools!
All the neighbors were eyeing it with open envy. I spotted one burrowed behind their front bushes with binoculars aimed our direction. Thou shalt not covet our pirate ship, people!
I had high hopes that this pool would entertain the gang until school started again in August ...... or at least until lunch time ...... however ......
We had no sooner inflated it, and filled it with water when the sides started sagging. They hadn't even set foot into it yet! Do the words "slow leak" pain you as much as they do us?
Here are 3 of my kids, basking in about 2 inches of water. They played Titanic until we deflated it all the way and returned it to the store. Oh well.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Happy Father's Day
I'd like to tell you about the father of my children.
When I fell in love with my hubby 16 years ago, I knew without a doubt that I had finally found the one God had saved just for me. Our life together has been eventful, with lots of moves and babies, but always facing it together as a team. On this Father's Day, I'd like to honor him and share all the reasons he is so loved.
He is so patient with me.
He truly tries to empathize with me, even when I KNOW I'm an irrational mess!
He's considerate and always listens (or at least pretends).
He works hard to provide for his family.
He is never critical of me.
He has the most beautiful blue eyes.
He makes us feel safe.
He'll join me in watching Food Network or other such nonsense.
He is dedicated and loyal like no other.
He is appreciative and full of words of affirmation.
He brings out the best in me.
He is a wholly devoted family man in whom we have complete trust.
He is NOT a quitter and is an eternal optimist.
He still makes me laugh, and laughs at my warped sense of humor.
He spends quality time with our kids, playing with them and taking them on doughnut dates nearly every weekend.
Most of all -- He is a man after God's own heart.
We are very blessed. Happy Father's Day, honey -- we love you very much!!
When I fell in love with my hubby 16 years ago, I knew without a doubt that I had finally found the one God had saved just for me. Our life together has been eventful, with lots of moves and babies, but always facing it together as a team. On this Father's Day, I'd like to honor him and share all the reasons he is so loved.
He is so patient with me.
He truly tries to empathize with me, even when I KNOW I'm an irrational mess!
He's considerate and always listens (or at least pretends).
He works hard to provide for his family.
He is never critical of me.
He has the most beautiful blue eyes.
He makes us feel safe.
He'll join me in watching Food Network or other such nonsense.
He is dedicated and loyal like no other.
He is appreciative and full of words of affirmation.
He brings out the best in me.
He is a wholly devoted family man in whom we have complete trust.
He is NOT a quitter and is an eternal optimist.
He still makes me laugh, and laughs at my warped sense of humor.
He spends quality time with our kids, playing with them and taking them on doughnut dates nearly every weekend.
Most of all -- He is a man after God's own heart.
We are very blessed. Happy Father's Day, honey -- we love you very much!!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
It's Official -- I'm Stressed Out
Long story short ..... (you know better than that with ME, don't you?) We are getting a new life insurance policy issued on me. Because we all know my vast net worth exceeds $13 and some change down in the sofa cushions.
The home office called me today to conduct a telephone interview with regard to this pending policy. I spent 19 minutes (yes, I kept track) saying "No" repeatedly to approximately 237 questions, that went something like this:
"No, I don't have a pre-existing history of Crohn's Disease."
"No, I haven't been referred to a rehab facility within the past five years."
"NO, I have never used a soiled hypodermic needle in New Guinea, at least not in the past five years...."
I had NO idea I was such an absolute stellar picture of health.
All was going swimmingly until ...... UNTIL ..... she asked if I was taking any prescription medications. Well, I've always been open about the fact that I'm practically the poster child for Zoloft, and was frankly stunned that she didn't recognize me as such.
All that aside, she proceeded to ask WHY the doctor prescribed it. Now I'm sure she was staring at her paperwork full of little boxes, one of which needed checked for "cause" or "diagnosis".
My reply was this: "I birthed four babies in less than six years, isn't that sufficient reason?"
Apparently that wasn't one of the "diagnosis" choices.
And then I offered this explanation, realizing that she must NOT have small children: "Zoloft helps hide my last nerve so it takes my kids just a little longer to find it".
NO GO.
And then ..... and THEN .... she suggested that the prescription was related to (and I quote) a mental health issue! I did NOT want her checking THAT box, friends!!! Although a quiet, padded room sounds appealing at times.
So we proceeded to debate over a proper diagnosis, such as post-partum depression, swimmer's ear and/or chronic yeast infection, and ultimately settled on plain old, generic STRESS.
Other than that, STELLAR. Such a specimen I am.
Now pass the Zoloft.
The home office called me today to conduct a telephone interview with regard to this pending policy. I spent 19 minutes (yes, I kept track) saying "No" repeatedly to approximately 237 questions, that went something like this:
"No, I don't have a pre-existing history of Crohn's Disease."
"No, I haven't been referred to a rehab facility within the past five years."
"NO, I have never used a soiled hypodermic needle in New Guinea, at least not in the past five years...."
I had NO idea I was such an absolute stellar picture of health.
All was going swimmingly until ...... UNTIL ..... she asked if I was taking any prescription medications. Well, I've always been open about the fact that I'm practically the poster child for Zoloft, and was frankly stunned that she didn't recognize me as such.
All that aside, she proceeded to ask WHY the doctor prescribed it. Now I'm sure she was staring at her paperwork full of little boxes, one of which needed checked for "cause" or "diagnosis".
My reply was this: "I birthed four babies in less than six years, isn't that sufficient reason?"
Apparently that wasn't one of the "diagnosis" choices.
And then I offered this explanation, realizing that she must NOT have small children: "Zoloft helps hide my last nerve so it takes my kids just a little longer to find it".
NO GO.
And then ..... and THEN .... she suggested that the prescription was related to (and I quote) a mental health issue! I did NOT want her checking THAT box, friends!!! Although a quiet, padded room sounds appealing at times.
So we proceeded to debate over a proper diagnosis, such as post-partum depression, swimmer's ear and/or chronic yeast infection, and ultimately settled on plain old, generic STRESS.
Other than that, STELLAR. Such a specimen I am.
Now pass the Zoloft.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
America's Next Top Model
Meet our sole BOY, who was put up to this by all his sisters. Note the perfect accessory of tube socks. Can't wait to show this shot to his girlfriend some day! =)
It's a Beautiful Thing
I just had to share that we've had the best day. My sweet friend, Tonja, often uses the phrase, "it's a beautiful thing", regardless of what we're talking about. And I got to thinking, "this day has just been a beautiful thing." Quite simply a gift.
The kids are at such a fun age, where we're able to actually enjoy outings! What a nice change of pace.
Now, mind you, these are the same kids who recently shed blood over a random Wal-Mart receipt they all wanted. Other priceless items of desire that have been worth quite literally battling over: the Dole sticker off the bananas and a paper clip. Two separate incidents that involved much gnashing of teeth and clawing. I think we'd all agree -- NOT such a beautiful thing....
Anyway, today has been a pleasure, so let's focus on that blessing for a moment. We hit an early showing of Kung Fu Panda, which we highly recommend -- followed by lunch at Fazoli's, where we put a hurtin' on their endless bread sticks offer. They very well may be changing their bread stick policy as a result -- sorry.
The grand finale was a field trip of sorts to a cool local place called Cocoa Dulce', a fancy chocolate shop. The kids each got to choose a piece of chocolate or a scoop of gelato (how chic, eh?), and we sat at the counter and watched the chocolate being hand-crafted in front of our eyes. So fun!
On the drive home, the kids worked on Mad Libs that were printed on their Fazoli's placemats. It's so funny to sit back and listen to them trying to come up with words to fill in the blanks. Inevitably, the following favorites are offered up as options: snot, toilet, boogers, poop, booties (not the baby footwear), nose hairs, booger nugget (unlike ordinary run-of-the-mill boogers), and diahhrea. It would appear, the grosser the better is the prevailing rule of thumb.
We're so proud.
And we'll keep our Wal-Mart receipts, banana stickers and paper clips under lock and key. Because apparently, it's a beautiful thing.
The kids are at such a fun age, where we're able to actually enjoy outings! What a nice change of pace.
Now, mind you, these are the same kids who recently shed blood over a random Wal-Mart receipt they all wanted. Other priceless items of desire that have been worth quite literally battling over: the Dole sticker off the bananas and a paper clip. Two separate incidents that involved much gnashing of teeth and clawing. I think we'd all agree -- NOT such a beautiful thing....
Anyway, today has been a pleasure, so let's focus on that blessing for a moment. We hit an early showing of Kung Fu Panda, which we highly recommend -- followed by lunch at Fazoli's, where we put a hurtin' on their endless bread sticks offer. They very well may be changing their bread stick policy as a result -- sorry.
The grand finale was a field trip of sorts to a cool local place called Cocoa Dulce', a fancy chocolate shop. The kids each got to choose a piece of chocolate or a scoop of gelato (how chic, eh?), and we sat at the counter and watched the chocolate being hand-crafted in front of our eyes. So fun!
On the drive home, the kids worked on Mad Libs that were printed on their Fazoli's placemats. It's so funny to sit back and listen to them trying to come up with words to fill in the blanks. Inevitably, the following favorites are offered up as options: snot, toilet, boogers, poop, booties (not the baby footwear), nose hairs, booger nugget (unlike ordinary run-of-the-mill boogers), and diahhrea. It would appear, the grosser the better is the prevailing rule of thumb.
We're so proud.
And we'll keep our Wal-Mart receipts, banana stickers and paper clips under lock and key. Because apparently, it's a beautiful thing.
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