Tuesday Confessions

I'm probably the only woman in this state

who does NOT get in to

SCRAPBOOKING!

...And I'm okay with that.

...And my husband is okay with that.

...And our sons' future wives will have to be okay with that.

...And Tarryn can do what she wants with that.

...And that's that!

Tuesday Confessions

According to Tarryn, my having two names;

Amanda and Summer

Makes me just like Hannah Montanna.

(I just wish I had her paycheck.)

Tuesday Confessions

When I feel rebellious
I drink milk from the jug.

Five Sense Friday

Seeing as how everyone but me has been sick this past week rating from mild cough and sinus trouble to full blown croup, most of my five senses have been dealing with yucky things. I tried really hard to find other things, but I just wouldn't be being true to my family, myself, and the 'times' if I didn't add the sicko stuff so here's your warning:The last set of pictures are a bit gruesome and something a mother feels shunned for if she allows her child to go out in public like this. Note: This was in my home.....yes I realize I'm putting it *out* in public.

ON WITH THE SENSES~~~~~

For anybody who has driven in the front of a car with a video device playing in the back knows how you get to appreciate the hard work of the sound-effects people. I'm often amazed at how many of these sounds go unnoticed until you can't see the screen. I'm also amazed at how many GREAT LINES end up missed by the deceit of allowing our eyes to take control of our mind. First sense: Hearing. Since I can't take a picture of 'sound' you get to see my sick boys vegging while we're running some errands this morning. While they are watching Madagascar, I get to hear a plethora of funny lines from Chris Rock and Ben Stiller. No one worry. We were at a stop light. I was not driving while taking this picture. ....And shame on you for thinking it!

Next sense: TASTE. Come on. Admit it. Your mouth is salivating looking at these pics of Kellan; and your inner-child really wants to simply eat the chocolate frosting off of the top of the doughnut like him and not care what is all over your mouth. Doesn't he make that look good?! ...Just don't tell Brandon that he ate it in the car.

The one sense that I wish I wouldn't have such *surprises* by is sight. Last week it was snow after a week's worth of warm weather. This week it's my daughter and her friend. Have you ever seen those sticky gummy-substance-type glass/door/wall decorations? The kids' pediatrician office has some for every holiday. Have you ever seen children (sweet little girls no-less) throw them as high as they could onto a wall adjoined to a vaulted ceiling?! Well there they are. Stuck on the highest part of our wall right in the front entrance for all to see. In case you can't see... they are supposed to be flowers. Tarryn bought them in the dollar section at Target. Makes me wonder why children don't have the capability to do follow-thru thinking. "If I do this, how am I going to get it back down?" Oh ya. It would take the fun out of being a child.

For this next one is it cheating if I use 'feel' for touch? Wait. I'M MAKING THE RULES ON THIS! So....It counts. Feeling means being touched by the heart right?! So it's not cheating.

Now that we've got that established. (Can you tell it's late?) My heart feels so sad to see my littlest ones so ill. It's heart breaking to see your little guy's eyes running and seeing them mope around with no life in their footsteps. I feel for the little tykes.

Okay.... Here's your last warning. ......

The last sense to cover is smell. But see, there isn't a whole lot of smelling going on in our home. The majority of the family's sniffers are either clogged up or have gunk running out. Some day Kellan may want these burnt and I'm okay with that. Since there is more gunk than I can handle and that really is what I've been dealing with, it's going in my senses post. Under the difficulties of smelling anything and the sadness that comes with it. (...and yes. I had wiped his nose in between these pictures. The snot is relentless!)

Tuesday Confessions

Really, it's either feast or famine around here when it comes to blog posting. There are either loads of fun things going on and funny experiences, or it seems our family is stuck in a monotonous rut where every day seems about the same as the last. I feel like we're in the latter.

So... to keep up my blogging skills, I'm going to start 'Tuesday Confessions.' Why Tuesday?! Why not?! Okay, it's because I wanted to split my week up and Tuesday seemed like a great day for being far enough away from Five Sense Fridays.

Here's my confession for the day...

When I was young and didn't have a care of what it would do to my hips, belly, and thighs, I lived off of Reeses Pieces Sandwiches.

White Bread. Peanut Butter. Chocolate Frosting.
(Don't knock it till you try it.)

Can I just say how much I adore Corban's school?!

This is an excerpt from Corban's school news letter:

In the fourth grade, the students read about Tommy, who rakes leaves for a neighbor all day. His younger brother rakes with him for an hour, but then plays with the neighbor's dog for the rest of the day. The neighbor pays Tommy ten dollars and the little brother one dollar.

When Tommy gets home, his mom says, "Tommy, you have to share the money equally with your brother. He's little and couldn't work as hard. He'll feel bad if you don't share with him."

In this fictional scenario, the students considered the values of justice, self-reliance, and productivity. If such incidents become routine, what happens to Tommy's motivation to continue working when his hard-earned money is given to his brother who does not work? And what happens to Little Brother when he learns that he doesn't need to work-- he can just rely on Tommy for his money?

Forcing Tommy to give the money to his little brother ignores his right to property--to keep what he has earned. When we take earnings from people, we constrict the right to their property.

It may seem that his little brother gets the best deal. But in actuality, if the leaf-raking day is repeated, he will not develop his self-worth and the deep joy of being self-reliant.

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Guess, President Obama didn't learn this in his school. 'Nough said.

The logic of a child...

Our state has finally made it to the point of that "certain number" of popularity when 1 area code for the 'area' isn't enough. We have now made it a necessity to dial a 10 digit number even when calling your next door neighbor. Believe me (you big state people), this is a big deal that people around here aren't happy about. Including Tarryn.

The first I heard about this was last Sunday at dinner with my in-laws. I was annoyed and Tarryn could tell so she asked what was wrong. I tried to explain that we needed to now dial 3 extra numbers in front of the other seven numbers and those 3 numbers were constant which involve a five, a four, and a zero. (numbers were changed for safety reasons)

Apparently she didn't like the idea of so many numbers and so in her own logical frustration blurted out, "That's dumb! Why can't we just dial a nine?!"

"What do you mean, Tarryn? Like when you dial out of your school?" I asked.

She replied in a huff, "No. Like five and four make nine so why can't we just dial nine?"

How do you reason with that logic?!