A Thousand Times Ouch

I spent my day mowing and weedeating our yard today. I had to wait until 10:30 to start because the grass still had dew on it and Deere John doesn’t like to mow wet grass. It took me 3 hours just to mow one acre…the grass was so tall I had to mow on speed “1”. Glug, glug….glug, glug….
Then, I had the lovely task of moving all the crappe (I say it with the accent because it makes it sound more classy, even thought it’s not) out from beside the house along the fence so I could weedeat. Then, I spent the next 4 hours weedeating the entire fencerow, around every bush, along the looooooooong driveway, up around the trees, I even mowed down the monkey grass by the crepe myrtles (there was really too much monkeying around going on there).
Now, I’m too tired to write anymore. There’s much to tell, but as I said, I’m much too tired. I’m off to the shower to get rid of all the grass that is sprouting in places I”ll not mention right now.

Take that, you soccer moms!

Okay, so I’m not really down on soccer moms. I know they’re really just like the rest of us…stretch marks, incision scars, fat rolls….yeah right.

I was blog-surfing last night and I came across a great blog. She had mentioned this blog, The Shape of a Mother, in one of her blogs and since I was blog-surfing, I surfed right on over. Well, needless to say, I spent the next hour hung up there reading every entry.

I’d like to say a big thanks to my new blog friend Tara for having that blog on her blogroll. Very cool. I recently posted the link about touch up artists and I think it’s GREAT to see real moms and their real bodies. These women are beautiful…having kids is a beautiful experience.
While I’d never post a pic of myself on that blog, I will probably continue to read it from time to time just because it’s so cool to hear the stories these women share. Visit it and tell me what you think!

A lovely Thursday to you all

Date Night, Anyone?

Being married with three kids doesn’t typically afford you the luxury of a night out alone…but every once in a while we manage to sneak one in, provided we are able to wrangle a family member willing to take on 2 toddlers and a 9 year old for more than 17.2 minutes.

My husband and I are both avid readers (hence my love of other people’s blogs) and our absolute F.A.V.O.R.I.T.E. date is to go for coffee (well, before I decided to quit drinking it…and yes, there have been relapses) at our local bookstore and lose about 3 hours looking at books together.

Occasionally, we’ll both find something we just have to have, but more often, it’s about just spending time together. I have to say….I like going to the bookstore because it’s not like the library — people don’t shush you when you talk, you usually have a really comfy seat to sit in, AND you can enjoy coffee while you browse.

We have had some really serious conversations in our bookstore…everything from “Hey…what do you think about having another baby?” to “What kind of business would you want to own if you were a business owner?” We have also made some life changing decisions at the little table for two that sits in the corner by the espresso bar….like “Let’s have another baby” and “Let’s BECOME business owners”…

Boring? Maybe to some…but the nice, relaxing, quiet time together sets the stage for what happens later SO. MUCH. BETTER. that what the norm is. I like our date nights…we haven’t had too many lately, since we started this business…but soon.

What’s your favorite date activity?

Belated Birthday

August 1st, 2001.

3:43 p.m.

8 lbs 14 oz.

21 inches long.

blonde hair.

blue eyes like daddy.

my little man, you are.

I didn’t forget son.


We are just delaying your special day until we can afford to celebrate

it with you.

Tomorrow we’ll celebrate.

Today, I’m thankful for August 1st, 2001. You are so special little man.

Church Camp

Katie has been sharing some of the things that happened at church camp last week…it’s interesting what a 9 year old finds interesting.
First off, she didn’t find “true love”. Her friend LeAnn apparently has, however. Katie went with two of her girlfriends and they have the typical “threesome” issues…one always seems to be left out. It’s usually Katie, because she isn’t as old as Trisha and LeAnn. They’re 11, she’s 9. LeAnn found a boy that she liked and Katie says they were practically “attached at the hips”…she was disgusted. (thankfully) I asked her if there were any boys that she had liked and she said “no!” with a scowl on her face. THEN I asked her if there were any boys that like her, she said, “Well..there was this ONE…” (uh-oh mom alert)”but he was goofy-looking!” (can mom say PHEW!?!) It seems he had long blond hair and had to keep hiking his shorts up – either he was really skinny or he was en vogue, I don’t know which. But she DID seem to know an awful lot about him not to have liked him….(hmmm, a mom says).
Secondly, she is a superb swimmer. She won first place in swimming and holding her breath. She is like a fish when she gets in the water – I have no idea how or why, since we don’t swim all that much. I used to love swimming as a kid – in the days before everyone had a pool at their home and you had to pay to go to the public swimming pool. I think it cost us 75 cents each. But she has a couple of friends who have pools and whenever she visits them, she swims. Our ladies ministry at church recently had a swim party and she was the HIT. OF. THE. PARTY. I’m thinking maybe I need to get her involved with a swimming team or at least let her take swimming lessons….I dunno. Any ideas?
And finally, she says she had a great time…I’m sure I’ll hear more over the next few days. I did mention that she comes back with some really strange behavior. Last year, it was something to do with a handclap. This year, she has learned to trill her tongue against her top lip and make the LOUDEST sound I’ve ever heard from a 9 year old’s mouth. And she wants to do it at the most inconvenient times, too. Like in the car (can we say excellent acoustics?) or at the kid’s naptimes? Some things never change…..

Touch Up Artists, Unite!

Whoa…I came across this and had to share. I knew many of the photos you see on covers are touched up nowadays, but I had no idea it was to this extreme. Check out the before and afters…
It’s no wonder more and more people are addicted to porn…if we can take a young girl and make her look like a big breasted, blonde-haired, blue eyed star, then why would any man want the average girl next door anymore?

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