Another day, another drama

Well, we hit another milestone today. Today was the first day in the boy's history at preschool(4.5 years)that he has ever had to go home sick. For the record, the teacher didn't say he had to go home, she just said he acted like he needed to take about a three hour nap. He was absolutely devastated. But he went home, ate his lunch and took a 2.5 hour nap. He went back to the allergist where I was told that his new snot rockets and fever were due to all of the infection breaking loose up in his head. Poor guy. I pray he is right. We'll find out in 10 days when we go back for the recheck.

I am extremely grateful to my friend who took the girls, along with her girl and boy, to choir practice and then skating for the school skate night. With the amount of people who were there when I went to pick them up, I hope we raised big money. The kids came home smelling deep fried, were shuffled quickly into the shower and then tucked into bed. My poor hubby is still not home from work, trying to fight major wildfires of which he can't tell me...or then he has to kill me.

I am currently cutting out a picture of Harry Houdini to be mounted a diorama wall at a later time. I know. You envy me. Night all.


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Monday, Monday...

Today I have been kind of flat. Okay, flatter than usual. Did a little laundry. Went for my Monday morn grocery trip. Watched my recording of Downton Abbey and loved it, of course. Mean girl and math speediness drama came home in the car with me. After a healthy dinner of tomatoe, cuke, chicken and beef wrapped in flat outs, we settled the kids down for an early bedtime. Now I sit, procrastinating and watching The Voice until Mike and Molly starts. I know you are the jealous of the unbelievable amounts of excitement at our home. It is understandable.

Here's hoping for a funny story for tomorrow. My readers will fall to 2. I'll try to come up with something good....


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Super Bowl...yay...

I approach this day with the excitement of the night before, oh I don't know, a dental cleaning. I do enjoy the commercials, but not the game really. I did enjoy the Bud Bowl back in the day. I must say that the commercials were quite a letdown. We were very fortunate to get a fun opportunity for viewing the Bowl this year....thankful for that.

The kids are conked out and we are about to settle down for a short Sunday's nap, because Monday always comes too soon. Prayers come for a mother who has fallen victim to a stroke, a friend battling liver disease, a friend's niece who is very sick with an unknown illness while they are on vacation in a foreign country, a friend struggling with issues and a high school friend battling suicidal thoughts. I don't know why these bad things happen. I question things all the time. I just pray that each situation will have the best outcome possible...and I ask for prayers and positive thoughts and energy for them all.

Bed time. Have a good one. Night all...






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What I learned, or relearned, this week...

Rainy Saturdays make for odd times here at the ranch. After Friday brought us new school projects to consider, today began the research process. My child, God love her, decided to do a diorama on one of four major influences during the roaring 20's. Well, diorama is my middle name. Okay, that just makes me look sad, but they are a lot of fun. This is one of my favorites that I wish I had created:



But alas, I only hope that I can be hit with inspiration during Easter when Peeps are prevalent throughout the Walgreens, Target and Kroger stores of the area. Until then, I will live vicariously through my 10 year old and ponder the things I learned this week:

1. I again understand what my parents meant when they told me, "I wish I could take the hurt for you so you wouldn't have to feel this pain."

2. Although we live in East Tennessee and lots of people think we are a bunch of hicks(thanks, Stacey Campfield), we are blessed to have a wonderful children's hospital and top notch specialists.

3. Piggybacking on #3, I am extremely grateful for health insurance.

4. As much as I try to deny it, I have the sense of humor of a 13 year old boy.

5. Try as we might, Friday family nights are just not going to be the same without CHUCK on television.

6. Seeing my 7 year old daughter dance "The Sprinkler" makes me happy for so many reasons.

7. I will never be able to eat Brazillian food or go into a bridal shop without flashing back to the movie "Bridesmaids".

8. When your 10 year old is doing research on Prohibition, you will get looks of every kind when you go to the liquor store and ask them if they "have any memorabilia on bootlegging....for your 10 year old.". Yeah.

9. I am officially addicted to making sock animals and here is my dirty little secret:



10. While I cannot tolerate people who bully my children, I cannot help but be broken hearted for the sadness I know is their life. I can only pray that witnessing the grace in which my daughter handles their abuse will change their hearts.

Night all....

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Run of the mill...

We have had a semi-busy day. The boy had to see the pediatric ophthalmologist today. Thank goodness no surgery, but we will be upping the patching time from 2 hours to 5 hours. We are so fortunate to have such a wonderful doctor with such specialized skills. So if you see our little pirate running around, just know he's making that weak eye stronger everyday. After being so patient at the doctor, he got a treat...a haircut. I know, that's weird, but he was ecstatic. Our beloved barber was flattered but did say that the boy needs to get a life, which is true. He also got a sammich at Panera, so that helped out. While we were waiting for the hub to get his hair chopped, the boy wanted to give me directions on how to draw a "portrait" of him and "put it on the blog". So here you go:



Again, not an artist but this is the best I could do in the 30 seconds he gave me. And, yes, that is a Gymboree shirt for those moms who know that stuff....I'm not an expert. It was on clearance for $1.88. And no he did not have white pants on. He did take the iPad and walk over to another customer waiting on his cut and show him how to play Paper Toss. Never met a stranger.

Tonight we had what we should have called "Polar Opposite Movies" night. G's class finished reading the book, so we watched "Mr. Popper's Penguins", which was terribly cute. Jim Carrey can be annoying, but he was good in this one. After the kids were safely tucked in bed and sound insulated upstairs, we watched "Bridesmaids". Melissa McCarthy deserves every bit of that Oscar nomination. A bit on the wrong side, but oh so hilarious. I recommend it, but don't judge me...any more than you already do.

Have a good evening. Going to bed so we can be ready to help with a diorama project. We assist with implements of sharpness and high temperature. I know. We're crazy exciting.

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The trouble with tribbles, er, my creepy creatures

I'll admit it, I'm a geek. I was raised on Star Trek. My brother and I used to have the McDonald's happy meal toys from when Star Trek: The Motion Picture came out...and we went to see the first showing in the theatre at midnight. I was young enough to not make it all the way through, but I woke up to see a bald Rachel Ward. The things I remember....honestly. We watched all the original episodes on VHS. I will say I am not so crazy that I would organize episodes by stardate rather that air date like an acquaintance did. We just set our phasers to stun because we werecool like that. I just like that era of television. One of my personal favorites was "The Trouble With Tribbles".



They brought a couple of these little tribbles onto the Enterprise...so cute they were. And then they started multiplying...and multiplying...and multiplying. Open a door? Tribbles. Open a storage hatch...tribbles. These sock creatures have become my tribbles. Socks multiply while simultaneously losing their mates in our house. I have a drawer full of single socks just looking for a purpose. These weird creatures have become their purpose, but they are taking over our house. That being said, I must introduce you to "DinoBunny". Here is the front view:



Here is the side view of Mr. DB:



Notice the side view of his spikes. And here is Mr. DB's spikey back:



Why make "DinoBunny"? Because I could. And I love him. Have a good night...

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Whew, that boy!

I wish I had more funny stories to share with you all, but I am having a block at this point. Coming from craziness, there is an unlimited supply. I subbed again and spent time with the little nippers...funny little people. The boy and I then went to Target to find new "boyish" socks with which to make new little creatures. Be warned, the newly formed "DinoBunny" is coming soon. And I love him. Wednesday night supper and "psychosis" followed. The boy can get crazy, but to hear him sing "I am a promise" will turn you into a pile of goo. Bedtime is always a frenzy of activity and craziness. I thought he was good to go to sleep and was ready to tuck him I when I found this:



I said, "You cannot sleep with all of those. You have to make room!"...."But they are my family. I can't turn them away!". Not sure what that makes us, but the guy is loyal to his stuffed family.

I must go watch the rest of Idol and finish forming "DinoBunny". Have a good one everybody!

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