The Good Old Days…

So I was reading Kelli Crowe’s blog (told you I read it religiously) today.
Made me think about all the old commercials from when I was a kid.
The classics, I mean.
Remember the Enjoli commercial? The woman who could fry up her bacon AND bring it home?
Or how about the Chic Jeans commercial? Ooh…better than that, the Levi’s Dacron pant commercial…done in rotoscope and waaay ahead of its time…
My personal favorite was the Wendy’s “Where’s the beef” lady…
Aside from the Enjoli commercial, most of the older commercials lacked the whole “we sell SEX” thing that today’s commercials bring.
It’s sickening to watch the Saturday morning cartoons with your kids and see a half-clothed woman come on the tv (I think it was Jessica Simpson, who should know better, her father is a preacher, although I believe he condones her dress – which is outrageous to me) selling pizza to a prepubescent kid with all this sex appeal just oozing off of her. But, ya know…we the public watch it….so they give it to us.
Makes me want to chuck my tv as far away from my house as I can. I don’t want the world in my house.
I want the old days back!!! Remember as a kid – you could ride your bike forever and a day around the neighborhood without worrying about getting snatched up? You could actually walk to school by yourself? You could go to the corner grocery store (ours wasn’t actually on the corner – it was a half a mile away) to buy milk for your mom? You could knock on neighborhood doors to collect bottles if you wanted to go to the county fair? (remember you could get 10 cents for each one turned in)
When did it all get so bad? Have you asked yourself that lately? Why did we let it get so bad?

Frogs and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails….

Little boys are just wired differently from little girls. My son, soon to be 4, has all sorts of really bizarre terms of endearments that he likes to share with me….here are a few:

Many times a day, he will come up to me and gives me a big, big hug and say, “Mom…I MISS you so much!” ???

While I was laying on my bed this afternoon, he came over and laid his head on my tummy and said, “Awww….you’re my BIG mommy,” while lovingly patting my leg.

“You’re the BESTest mommy I ever had!”

“Mommy…someday when I grow up, I’m going to marry you!”

That last one gets me….

I finished one pair of 5 culottes for Katie’s camp at the end of the month. These are super easy to make and we have a blast picking out the wildest fabric we can find! (She actually prefers denim, but that’s so B-O-R-I-N-G.
Just thought you’d like to see I can talk and sew at the same time. :o)

Tag Nab It!

Okay, so I could ignore Kelli Crowe’s tag (because how is she going to PROVE I read her blog religiously every day???), but when Rachel posts HER tag in answer to KELLI’s tag and then she has the gumption to tag me at the end?!?!?! Well, I can’t exactly ignore that now, can I???
1. How old are you? 37 2. How many kids do you have if any? 2 girls, 1 boy , and 1 husband
3. Are you married, single, divorced, widow? Oh so happily married
4. What is your occupation? Mom=doctor, therapist, counselor, coach, teacher
5. What are your passions? My Lord Jesus Christ, my husband, my kids, my church…in that order.
6. Are you a dreamer or a dream seeker? Dream Seeker…I was saying Just do it waaay before Nike was!
7. Are you happy with the way you life has turned out? Never in a million years did I think my life was going to be this good – it’s much, much better than I ever expected or even dared to hope for.
8. Are you a scrapper and if so how many hours a week do you scrap? If I say no, it’s a lie…’cause I do love scrapping, but I haven’t spent much time on it in the last 3 years…the photos are PILING up!
9. What do you want to do before you die? live (this is totally kelli’s answer, but it’s the best one I’ve ever seen, so I’m leaving it.)(ditto, Rachel)
10. What is your favorite food? Anything from La Carretta’s (Mexican, for sure, dude.)
11. What is the food you hate the most? Pickled beets…went on a diet where I ate a cup every meal…swore I’d never eat another one as long as I live.
12. What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you? I was 14 and in Hawaii…stuffed my bikini top with toilet tissue to help “fill it out”…well, I forgot about it and needless to say when I came out of the water….
13. What is the happiest day of your life thus far? The day I met Jesus and all my sins were forgiven…no joke, I worried about that a LOT!
14. Are you a neat freak? Or a dirty house cleaner? How anyone can be a neat freak and have normal well-adjusted kids is beyond me…I LOVE LOVE LOVE things to be neat, but I’ve realized over the last 9 years that if it’s just CLEAN under all the crappe, we’re good to go.
Okay…that’s done.
I tag SUZY!

Does that Make Me Crazy?

Typically, I get up around 4:30 with my husband to get his clothes ironed, breakfast and lunch made and send him off to work. What a loving, sweet wife, you say. Not really, I have my issues with it.
Now, this is an insanely unhuman time of the day to get up. Think about it…I mean, the sun’s not even up yet. If the sun’s not even awake, why should I be? My body was not made to get up this early. I practically have to pour a pot of coffee down my throat just to wake up and that can’t be good for my body. All that caffeine? And it doesn’t even make me hyper anymore. I used to get the shakes in the morning from the surge of caffeine I was taking in, but not any longer. It’s like my body has developed the “tolerance” that addicts always talk about. Scary!
At any rate…I have to set my alarm. I wonder how many people could possibly get up this early without one. I think my dad did…but he’s like…the only one I’ve ever known who could do it in my WHOLE life. I’m 37. I don’t think that the rooster is up that early…he’s crowing at something more like 5:30….
I don’t know about you, but I put my alarm at the foot of my bed on a dresser so I have to actually get out of bed to snooze. Something about getting out of the bed and trudging about 7 feet to hit the snooze just seems to help me wake up. For one, I’m lazy…I don’t want to keep getting up out of the bed every 9 minutes to hit snooze…it’s a pain in the patootie. I figure I might as well get up, because Lord knows I’m not going to get “quality sleep” in those 9 minutes. I mean, come on…what do you really do in those 9 minutes? You close your eyes and repeat over and over in your head…”I only have 9 more minutes and I have to get up…”
I also put the radio on the most obnoxious music station I can find. You know, one of those with the “Wake-Up Crew”? Now, most of the wake up crew is still asleep at 4:30 am, but they still play the obnoxious music, which is really motivation for me to get up and get it turned off before the song gets stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I don’t listen to anything worldly in my awake life, only gospel or Christian music…so the rock station is REALLY incentive to get up and turn off the alarm.
This morning, there was someone singing something about “Does that make me crazy…” I guess so….if you’re up at 4:30….

Ooh…and he’s single too!

This is my husband’s best friend, David. He’s 33, physically fit, mentally sharp, and funnier than almost anyone I know, and he has the most incredible singing voice. Oh, and he really needs a wife. No, there’s nothing wrong with him. He just hasn’t found the “right one”. He’s looking….oh he’s looking, for sure.

Did I mention he really wants a wife?

The good thing is that he knows that.

The bad thing is he’s got a list!

He’s been single long enough to have developed quite a list of qualities that he would like in a wife. (Fortunately, he’s been around me a little too long, so some of those have come back down to reality!) They are scriptural as far as I know….but of course, he might not be telling me everything. I did say he’s my husband’s best friend, not mine!

He wants to get married and have kids….he’d like to find someone who wants the same. Unfortunately, it seems that most women his age are either too career minded or too messed up. My husband and I have been praying for him for the last 5 years…we thought last year that he had met “the one”…it didn’t work out for whatever reason. Maybe he’s been single too long.

Maybe he’ll never get married. I don’t know.

My hubby insists that I cannot post an ad for him, so be forewarned that’s not what I’m doing here….just venting my frustration that someone as wonderful as him is not married yet. Well…maybe someday soon, if it’s the Lord’s will, he’ll find his girl and sweep her off her feet like my husband swept me off mine.

You can always hope, anyway….

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