Happy Pumpkin Puking Day

My birthday is shortly after Halloween.

When I was growing up,

I was always puking from candy overload on my birthday.

Oh, how I wish I just ate too much candy.

The picture is courtesy of Devri.

Free Tulle

It's a tutu...it's a giveaway. Don't miss it.

Two Lines

EQUALS

Two weeks of a blogging hiatus. (and surely more)

Two years of waiting.

Two man hands making dinner every night.

Two hundred dollars in groceries that dad can cook.

Two swollen and sore female body parts.

Two more months of puking to look forward to.

Two wishes for twins.

Too old for this.

Too long before he will touch me again.

And two HUGE shout outs for all your prayers.

I had a miscarriage at nine weeks last Spring

and so I hesitate to announce this.

But my readers have been worried,

and you know I will do anything for my readers.

I just couldn't leave them worried that The Purple People Eater ate me up.

(although his party put me out of commission for a good 24 hours afterward)

And, to tell you the truth, I wasn't this sick last time.

And it's just too much energy to hide it.

So, if it doesn't work out,

you are all invited to mourn with me.

But, for now, be happy that you don't got two lines!

It ain't fun in the beginning.

I'll keep you posted.

Purple People Eater

Either Sophia is really original or Abigail is a really talented manipulator.

Or both.

Either way,

we will be having an unforgettable

One Eyed, One Horned, Flying Purple People Eater

Birthday Party very soon.

And here is the start of my invitations.

Thoughts for the Twilight

So, I have been taking 5 minutes for reading here and there....mostly in the car while waiting in the car line for the kids. I have two pick-ups a day and so that gives me a little time.

I detested the first book from The Twilight Series, but I forged ahead. Unlike everyone else, I loved the second book. I am now reading the last one and am glad I persevered, and I so wish that I could stay up all night and read like I used to...can't do it.

I was totally freaking out the other day when Alice and Jasper's stories were told. They so remind me of LG and I. I am a total party crazy person. And LG is a Southern gentleman who has a very uncanny calming affect. I guess we must have met Stephenie Meyer before. She surely used us as her models for her characters!

I was pleased that I passed the test. Go and check it out you Twilight freaks.

Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!

You are intelligent, outgoing & stylish. A true girly girl, you love shopping & makeovers. 

Although you are a generous friend, you can be coy, tricky & very persuasive in order to

get your way. You are known to zone out occasionally during conversations, but your

friends forgive you because you are understanding, supportive & know how to throw one

heck of a party!

I am busy trying to give God what is right.

So get over my absence from the blogging world!

And know that according to this busy girl,

this post counts for my whole weekend and my Monday K-town post.

And, I don't even care that this picture was taken in Kingsport.

Here's another busy bee illustration for you.

How to be loved.

Even skinny girls can be bribed with homemade bread.

It's so nice to be thanked in such a worthy fashion as a blog entry. I have rarely been so flattered Ashley. I will make bread for you anytime. Especially if it means that you may gain a few pounds, so that I can feel justified in my dress size. he he

Is it a ghost town?

Thanks to Valerie for this e-mail forward.

What is right...vote for the right.

This video almost made me cry.

It has a powerful message.

And I think that Rita is really going to like it.

A Man Blog

It's becoming more trendy, you know.

I am waiting for my cute hubby to start one too.

(Because you know I am protective of my copyright

and there is no way he is posting anything on mine without

the consent of my attorney)

But for now I will just enjoy the fact that
my brother in law, Jordan, is jumping on board.

I can't blame him for wanting to join our world.

It's way more fun than that roller coaster ride.

His blog is by a SAHD...that would be Stay At Home Dad
for those of you new to this technology.

I don't know of one other stay at home dad, so I think you should check it out.

Even if it is just for the ESPN stats....oh c'mon ladies,
you know you can't live without those.

What about him?

Could he come and help?

Is he for hir? Or for her?

Or maybe he's for hire?

Or if he's not for hire,

maybe he'd think about hiring her?

Or, do you think that her is spelled hir?

If so than he would not be for her.

Which is it?

Because as you can see, I need some help.

Guilty

as charged.

I want to learn to listen more than talk.

So, you know where I will be if I quit blogging so much.

And you can hope all you want that I will be reading your blog

instead of writing in my own,

but I don't think that would be considered prayer time either.

No matter how far you can stretch your imagination.

A Freakin elephant?

I'm still not in the mood.

Here is an e-mail forward from my dear blogging buddy Sheila.

And the mom's advice for the day is to teach your slang straight.

The moral of the story. If you are going to say freakin, like me, make sure your kids know how to spell it.

You also need to make sure that they don't repeat the word in front of my mom. She thinks the word freakin is as bad as the real thing.

My five-year old students are learning to read.
Yesterday one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,
'Look at this! It's a frickin' elephant!'
I took a deep breath, then asked...'What did you call it?'
'It's a frickin' elephant! It says so on the picture!'
And so it does...

' A f r i c a n Elephant '

How to be a great dad.

I loved this post by David.

And, I am being a lazy writer this week.

But, even if I wasn't being lazy I don't think I could come up with anything better.

Go. Read. Be entertained.

And be grateful that your husband is a good dad too.

Sex education

Here is a conversation that recently occurred between Abigail and one of her church friend's.

Abigail's friend reported the conversation to her mother, who reported it to me. It's a good thing that Abigail's friend was already informed, if you know what I mean.

Abigail said pointing to the lingerie at the local Target: "Do you know what those little nighty things are for? They are for, you know, when, hmmm...hmmmm.hmmm. You can only dress immodestly like that for your husband when you get married."

The un-named friend who will stay anonymous was silent and stunned.

Abigail continued, "Yeah, my mom and dad have done that at least 98 or 100 times."
The friend's jaw then dropped - with some force, I should add.

Abigail unaware of the friend's shock, then made sure that her friend was informed completely, "If it would have worked every time, my mom and dad would have had 98 or 100 kids."

This is me. I'm taking a bow. Don't you think that our sex ed is getting through to our kids?

And, please don't tell you children that they aren't allowed to play with Abigail anymore. We have just taught her not to be embarassed about the topic.

I promise I will have a talk with her about what she is saying to other kids.

Or, if you are too scared to have the talk to your own children, feel free to send them Abigail's way. I think that she could do a very thorough job, maybe even better then you could do yourself.