Friday, March 26, 2010

Man of the House ...

A husband had just finished reading a new book entitled, "You Can Be THE Man of Your House."
He stormed to his wife in the kitchen and announced, "From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house and my word is Law. You will prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm done eating my meal, you will serve me a scrumptious dessert.. After dinner, you are going to go upstairs with me and we will have the kind of sex that I want!


Afterwards, you are going to draw me a bath so I can relax. You will wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe. Then, you will massage my feet and hands. Then tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
The wife replied, "The fuckin' funeral director would be my first guess."

Thursday, March 25, 2010

F.Y.I ...

I want to bring it to everyone's attention that there is no reason to child proof your home. I tried ... but my little munckins keeping finding there way into the house.

THINKING ...

I am thinking that having a split personality would not be so bad. Well ... as long as the other personality folds and hangs up the clothes that are sitting in my living room floor.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

When can we go back ...

Today Harleigh asked me when could she go back to Gram's house. 

Yes, Harleigh decided to start calling my Mom ... Gram.  Gram ... who was formly known as Grammy J ... suddenly became Gram over Spring Break.  Harleigh informed me that it is "just easier to say" and "sounds cuter".

She then went on to tell me that: "Even though Gram lives out in the "middle of no where" (yes, that is what Harleigh considers Parsons Kansas).  I like to go there.  She is nice and does alot of fun things with us.  Gram and Papa Gene let us eat what ever snacks we want to."

Oh lordy be!!!  How could I even begin to compare to the snacks that are found in the "middle of no where".  Shoot .... even I like to visit my parents because of all the goodies that can be found in/on the cabinet. 

So for now on ... I am referring my parents house as the IHOT ... Internation House of Treats.  Kind of like IHOP ... well ... actually it is alot like IHOP.  Eythen is always convincing my Mom to make him pancakes every day for breakfast.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Spring Break ... Done and Over With

What did the Moore family do over Spring Break, you might ask???  Well ... if you really want to know ... I will just tell ya.  Actually ... a picture is worth a thousand words ... so I will do a bit of telling and alot of showing. 


First Stop ... P.K. (Parsons Kansas) for some good 'ol fun at Grammy J. and Papa's Gene farm.



While the kids were being spoiled rotten for a few days ... Clint and I enjoyed some "couple time ...


and took advantage of being "kidless" for a few days ...



Once I arrived "home" ... the first duty on my Mom's to-do-list ... was to do a bit of shopping for the kiddos. (Although ... I think this is a weekly thing on my Mom's to-do-list if we want to be honest.  The girl loves to shop!) 

So we stopped at two of our favorite stores ...



and ...



The kids also enjoyed riding their power wheels that my parents bought them.  They road up and down the country road ... and through out my parents front and back yard nonstop each and every day we were there. 



Even my Dad (aka: Papa Gene) got on his "Big Wheels" (as the kids call it) and road along with them a time or two.




One of the highlights while we were visiting Grammy J and Papa Gene ... was the fact that a cow got out and was roaming around my parents backyard.
This is how I found the kids ... as they watched my Dad try to get the cow back into the pasture that is behind my parents house.



We even got to enjoy some "Daddy time" while we were on Spring Break.


Eythen even learned how to ride his bike WITHOUT training wheels in a 2 day time span.  He actually did it the first time Clint let go of him ... but it took the following day to get it down completely.  We were very proud and impressed with our little preschooler!!!  Go Eythen Go!!!




OF COURSE, Spring Break means March Madness!!!  So the boob tube had basketball going on it nonstop for the majority of Spring Break.



OF COURSE ... we were cheering on our Hawks!!!  It is a family event when KU plays.  All five of us are decked out in our KU gear screaming at the TV.




But ... it was not the out come we hoped for.  To quote my five year old son at one point in time during the KU game, "You have got to be kidding me".  I could not have said it better myself.  KU lost ... and that meant the end of basketball season for the Hawks.


Then ... what is Spring Break without ...



building a snow man?!?!?!  What the heck?!?!?!  Snow on the first day of Spring ... who would have thought?!?!?!

So ... that is what we did during our Spring Break.  We had alot of smiles, giggles, hugs and kisses ... and I could not think of a better way to spend my Spring Break than with 3 of the most amazing kiddos I know.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

It was an "accident" ...

This blog is dedicated to my Mom.  *innocent smile*

At this very moment ... my Mom is already laughing out loud ... because she knows exactly what I am getting ready to blog about.

A promise is a promise Mom ... and I promised you I would blog about our "experience" in the kitchen the other day.  *laughing out loud*

So ... let me paint a picture for you.  It is Wednesday morning around 11:00.  My Mom and I are in the kitchen.  The kids are outside playing.  My Dad and Clint are taking apart the tv in hopes of fixing something.  AND ... It is approaching lunch time.  Do you have the picture formed in your mind???  Good!!!

My Mom had asked me if I wanted to make lunch one day while we were down there for Spring Break.  (She is a brave woman ... I know.)  I had made meatloaf - which was in the oven cooking (don't panic ... meatloaf is one thing that I can cook well)  The bigger issuse ... what was gonna go with it?  I decided on cheesy mashed potatoes.  BUT ... actually turned out more like a rubbery wad of paste.  Go figure. 

So ... my Mom was suggesting some other things that I could "make" to go along with the meatloaf.  BUT ... I was in a whole nother world.  The world of ... "I screwed up lunch for my parents, husband and kids".  Have you ever been to that world?  Avoid it at all cost of it can.  I seem to visit it more often that I would like to.  Anywho ... she had a large bag of frozen hashbrowns ... so ... I decided that hashbrowns would be served with my meatloaf.  Not the greatest idea to be served together ... but ... I was still in "I screwed up lunch for my parents, husband and kids" world ... so I was not really giving a rats behind at that exact moment.

Now ... when my Mom says she has a bag of hashbrowns ... she is not kidding!!!  She had an economy size - feeds a family of 20 - must have bought on sale because it was so big - bag of hashbrowns.  As she opened it, we discovered that they are basically a frozen ball of hashbrowns.  Now ... normally ... I would beat the bag over the counter until they loosened up ... but not this bag.  It must have been in her freezer since I left home (kidding Mom) because it was not budging the least bit.  Next thing I know ... my Mom has a knife in her hands and is stabbing ... yes you read correctly ... STABBING (I am pretty sure this word needs to be all caps) the extremely frozen wad of hashbrowns. 

I am standing there minding my own business ... partly because I am still shocked that my Mom is attempting to actually break apart this large ball of ice with a knife ... and I was still in "I screwed up lunch for my parents, husband and kids" world ... when my Mom turns around to say something to me and actually stabs me with the knife.  Uhh yeah!!!  Stabs me!!!

Ok ... well ... maybe she did not actually "stab me" but the knife came way to close to my shirt and I am pretty sure it caught a piece of my shirt as well.  She "claims" it was an accident ... so I guess we will just go along with it.  As she is telling me that it was an "accident" ... she comes turning around - atfull speed - to say something to me.  At that very instant ... I swear the blood rushed to my head in 2.5 seconds ... because all I could think of was the knife and did she still have it in her hand.  Needless to say ... she got a good laugh out of the look of my face ... and the good possibility that I peed my pants a little bit.

So ... after the "accident" episode ... and me messing up part of lunch ... Mom, Harleigh and I loaded up and ran to Wal-Mart in P.K. and got some stuff from the deli to add to my meatloaf.

Never ... I mean  ... NEVER (yet again ... another all caps moment) a dull moment in my family.

Hugs and Kisses Mom.  *wink*

Thursday, March 18, 2010

I think I am the windshild ...

You know the saying:  Sometimes you are the bug ... sometimes you are the windshield?  I am pretty sure lately ... Clint and I are the windshield and the car is out of windshield wiper fluid.

Or the saying:  Sometimes you are the bear ... sometimes you get ate by the bear?  Well ... Clint and I have recently been breakfast, lunch and dinner for the freaking oversized bear.

Or ... Sometimes you are the dog ... sometimes you are the tree?  You see where I am going with this, right?  You guessed it ... Clint and I just got peed on by a stray dog that needed to take a potty break.

Sometimes life seems to throw you a curve ball ... and all you wanna do is play a friendly game of catch.  But instead ...life says, "Take this bitch" ... and the ball hits you smack dab in the middle of the forehead.  I am talking ... shot out of a cannon - hurdling through the air - at rocket speed - coming straight at you - bulls eye painted on your forehead - flying through the air - hits you so hard it leaves an instant red spot and then a large welt on your face. 

Darn it life!!!  Can't you let us hit one out of the ballpark every now and then?  Geezzee.

I will be the first to admit ... 6 years ago ... Clint and I were on opposite teams of one another.  We were screaming "Hey Batter Batter BATTER SSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWWIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGG." when the other one was up to bat in the "game called life".  We did not use good sportsman ship majority of the time ... and striked out more than once along the way.

Now ... we are Team Moore.  We have became a really strong, supportive and determined team.  I guess you could say, that we are team mates in this "game called life". (yes that is a bit corny ... but I am trying to make a point here.) 

On Team Moore ... Clint is the normally the one that is hitting the homeruns (cause he has lots of muscles  *wink*  *wink*) ... and I am the one trying to physic out the other team by making sassy comments about "your Momma" in the outfield.  It works for us.  So don't go trying to steal our game plan. 

Anywho ... I feel like we keep hitting foul balls right now.  So close but yet so far away.  Two steps forward but four steps back.  I know everyone has there moments every now and then.  But some days ... I think I am gonna loose my ever lovin freaking mind.  You know ... staring out the window ... blank look on your face ... given a pill to "keep you relaxed" in those little white paper cup looking things ... and perhaps drool coming out of the corner of your mouth. 

Just sayin ... sometimes life can really kick your booty.

Wait a second ... good thing Clint has not tried to lock me away in a padded room and heavily medicate me!!!  Geeze ... could you imagine that out come?  He would divorce me and eventually remarry, someone tasteful and appropriate, a skinny blonde who loved ESPN and would never in a million years miss a football game.  Then his second cousin of his great aunt that got a divorce and remarried someone that met Ozzi Osbourn in the McDonald's drive thru at 4:00 am on the second Sunday in May twice removed would spend the rest of his/her life telling Clint, "Told you so."

So boys and girls ... the quote to go by now:  When life gives you lemons ... find someone who has vodka and throw a freaking party!

Or the quote:  We could just give up ... it would be the easiest thing to do. But ... to hold it together when everyone else would understand if we fell apart ... that's true strength.

Watch your back life ... because here comes "Team Moore" (playing a game at a city near you) ...

Monday, March 15, 2010

Innocence of a child ...

My dearest Breeanna, Harleigh and Eythen:  Today, as I was pulling into Grammy J and Papa Gene's house ... here you 3 came running with open arms.  So excited to see me.  Thrilled that you were finally getting to hug me after 3 whole days of being apart.  Your smiles.  Your excitement.  Your giggles.  Your hugs and kisses.  Your breath of fresh air.  Your innocence. 

It is amazing to see things through your eyes as we take this journey through life together.  Sometimes your Dad and I have to stop and remind ourselves ... that the clouds still form images up in the sky, that it is fun to dance in the rain, that tag is more fun when you are not "it", that play dough is much more fun when there are no rules, that you HAVE to jump over the cracks in the sidewalk no matter how late you are on getting out the door. 

Sometimes your Dad and I have to "stop and smell the roses".  To slow down.  To remember that each day is a life lesson.  To stop and take a breath.  To remember that you are only little once.  Tp never take anything we have together for granit ... because it can be taken away from you in a blink of an eye.  Life sometimes can get the best of all us.  Sometimes in between the ... "Hurry up and get in the darn car" ... and the ... "Not right now, maybe later."  ... or the ... "Don't you even think about it." ... we suddenly realize that time has somehow gotten away from us.  Another day that your personality developed even more.  Another week that you grew taller.  Another month that you learned something new in school.  Another year that has came and gone and added another candle to your birthday cake.

When we thought about having kids ... your Dad and I sure never dreamt about the day that you 3 suddenly realized that our little "bubble" we live in ... is by far not perfect.  The day you realize that the government can not get along, that the country is broke, that people will talk about you behind your back and be nice to your face, that people loose their jobs all the time, that people loose their homes and have to live on the streets, that the price of food seems to go up every year ... but the size of it shrinks every year, that some people are hateful, that some people are horrible ... that ... life ... it is not always fair.  BUT ... it is at those moments ... when things are so hard ... and people would not blame you for giving up at that exact moment ... YOU KEEP ON GOING ... that is what is going to make you strong!!!  Remember that!!! 

Breeanna, Harleigh and Eythen ... you are so innoncent ... and that is one of the most wonderful things about being a child. Innocence. I love that about each of you. We want you to continue to find imagines in the clouds, wish upon a star, secretly hope that you find prince charming/princess someday, continue to pick those white flower thingys in the summer and blow on them, blow bubbles in hopes of them getting as big as your head, don't stop believing that pumpkins can be turned into coaches and mice into horses, always believe in the jolly fat guy in the red suit who brings you presents every Christmas, blow bubbles on a windy day and try to catch them before they hit the grass, catch a snowflake on your tongue and continue to think that if you swing high enough you might just touch the sky.

ALWAYS reach for the sky!!!

Each of you will do something amazing in this world.  Your Dad and I truely believe that you are going to be GREAT! 

Always believe in love ... and always believe in belief.

Kisses and Hugs ... Mommy and Daddy

P.S.  I am pretty sure the 3 of you each grew a whole inch (if not more) the few short days you were with Grammy J and Papa Gene.  Please slow down just a bit.  Mommy and Daddy are not ready to let go of you just yet ...

Home Remedies ...

Don't panic!  Help is on the way!  That's right ... you are about to get a list of things that are going to help you when you get in a pickle.  Did I just say, pickle?  What the heck?  Scratch that ...

Listen up!  And listen good!  I am about to give you some very important information.  It might just help save you from a life or death moment. 


1.  Clumsy?  No problem!  Avoid cutting yourself when slicing vegetables ... by getting someone else to hold the vegetables while you chop.   


2.  If you are choking on an ice cube, don't panic. Simply pour a cup of boiling water down your throat and presto. The blockage will be almost instantly removed.

3.  A mouse trap placed on top of your alarm clock will prevent you from rolling over and going back to sleep after you hit the snooze button.


4.  Have a bad toothache? Smash your thumb with a hammer and you will forget about the toothache

5.  If you have a bad cough ... take a large amount dose of laxatives.  Then you will be too afraid to cough.
6.  Forget the countless trips to Home Depot!  You only need !!!TWO!!!  YES ... I said TWO ... tools in life.  WD 40 and Duct Tape.  If it does not move ... and it should ... use the WD 40.  If it should not move ... and it does ... use the Duct Tape.


7.  It is very important to remember that everyone seems normal until you get to know them!  After all ... he/she could have a freezer full of heads ... and they are just one away from completing their collection?!?!?! 

8.  If you can't fix it with a hammer ... you must have an electrical problem.

9.  Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom.  Just sayin.  Take the advice ... or ignore it.  But don't say I did not warn ya.

10. High Blood pressure:  Simply cut yourself and bleed for a few minutes.  This will help reduce the pressure in your veins. ALWAYS remember to use a timer.  Other wise ... you might have an even bigger problem than high blood pressure.


11. If you woke up breathing, congratulations! You get another chance to fix all of the things that you screwed majorly the day before.

12. Most importantly!!!  I mean ... the MOST important rule to live by in life ... Be really nice to your family and friends ... you never know when you might need them to empty your bedpan.  Think of that the next time you wanna tell one of them to screw off.

Why can't I be like Chef Boy R D'?

I want to be the "perfect" wife.  The kind of wife when Clint walks in the door ... I am standing there in a dress and hair done.  I have an apron neatly tied around my waist, lip stick on with some amazing heels on to match my dress.  Of course ... the smell of dinner would be through out the house as he walks in and says, "Honey!  I'm home!" 

*waving the white flag* 

Haa HAhhh ... who are we kidding???  I am BY FAR ... not the "Leave it to Bever" kind of wife.  I so badly wanna be ... but thank the Lord above ... Clint has not came to his senses yet and taken off in the middle of the night. 

There is nothing more in this world ... than I would like to do ... than be able to cook like my Mom and Grandma.  I mean ... I try.  I have speghetti down.  Pizza ... although ... the kids seem to vote for the frozen pizza when I begin to talk about making it.  I can even do Tacos ... but who am I kidding ... I think Breeanna could make tacos by herself if I let her.

Being Chef Boy R D' (sh*t ... is that even how it is spelled???) is a dream of mine.  An aspiration (did you notice I pulled out the big word there?!?!?) of mine.  A desire ... but one that is often failed. 

I can not tell you how many times I have decided to try a new receipe ... and I can just feel Clint shudder at the pure thought of tasting my new creation.  Poor guy.

*stomping foot*  Is there a gene that somehow my Mom forgot to give me when I was born?  Darn it Mom. 

I mean ... there have been some GREAT "learning moments" for me along the way.  Of course ... these "learning moments" for me ... were possible near death moments for Clint.  We could even possibly lean towards the direction of food poisioning ... but the jury is still out on that one.

I learned that if the bowl says ... NOT Dishware Safe or NOT microwave safe ... believe the bowl!  I speak from experience.  Just go with me on this one. 

I learned NOT to poor the grease from a plate of bacon that I cooked in the microwave down the drain.  I learned that one as Clint was screaming "NO!!!!!!" at me. I guess plumbers frown on grease going down a drain???

I learned that you have to stir the macaroni after you poured it into boiling water.  You can not poor it in ... and then go about your business.  If you do not stir it ... then you will have one large mass of noodles when it is all said and done.  And ... a husband and 3 kids kind of frown on sharing a plate of noodles that has formed into one large heap.

I have learned that tin foil is not suspose to go in the microwave.  If my memory serves me correctly ... we had to buy a new microwave immediately after we got married because no one taught me this in Home Economics in highschool. 

Of course ... there was the time that my Mom asked me to melt some butter.  So ... I thought it would be funny to sit the tub of butter on the stove burner.  Not so funny when you are suddenly smelling burning plastic throughout your parents house.

Cooking ... and drinking a "few" glasses wine ... normally does not result in a very good out come.  So ... I learned to drink the wine AFTER I cooked dinner.

I learned that Peanut Butter and Jelly can be served for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  AND there is nothing wrong with milk and cookies for dinner every now and then.

So ... all in all ... I am still a receipe away from McDonald's for the evening.  But ... I do know that when the smoke dector going off ... it means dinner is done ... *wink*

Saturday, March 13, 2010

"Then"

Clint told me that he came across a song, that made him think of me.  He then played the song ... I sat right there and cried as we listened to the song.  I love loving you, Clint!!!

*click to listen* "Then" ... By Brad Pasiley
What ever happened to the Zebra striped gum?  That stuff was the best!

Am I the only one that forgets what show I am watching during a commercial sometimes?

I hate it when I think there is another stair ... and then I trip and fall because I go to step on it ... and nothing is there.

I hate that moment in life ... that I really wish I had my camera with me.

The problem with common sense ... is that it is not all that common.

You know you married your bestfriend when you can instanly look at your spouse and laugh ... because you know instantly what they are thinking.

Every time I see a cop, I instantly say, "Oh a Cop!  Act natural!"

I hate looking at the clock ... and realizing that only 5 minutes have passed.

"This thing stinks!"  ... "Hey, smell this."  OR  "This taste horrible."  ... "Taste this."  Why exactly do people do this???

Nothing smells better than fresh cut grass.  (or babies right out of the bath tub)

I get so annoyed when I am trying to go to bed ... and I start to think about everything.

I give up.  I put make up on and fix my hair ... I see no one.  I go out looking like I just rolled out of bed ... I see everyone.

I think the government should start to do rock, paper scissors for the important decision making.

I am pretty sure that for every situation in my life ... there is a suitable song that goes with it.

I hate it when I am waiting on someone to reply to the text I sent ... and then I look at my phone and realize that I forgot to hit send to reply to their text in the first place.

Where in the world do all the socks go?  I am beginning to think my dryer eats them.

How are you suspose to fold fitted sheets?

Every girl needs to marry that one man that understands them ... when they really make no sense at all.

Wether you like to admit it or not ... every person has ran into a wall at least once in their life.  (or two or three times if you are like me)

I hate not realizing I have a cut on my hand ... until I put hand sanitizer on. 

When Clint and I were "broke up" during college for awhile ... Some people might have said that I stalked him.  I called it Professional Observing.

Why do 3rd graders have to learn cursive?  No one writes with it.

If I buy a bag of chips ... I want a bag of chips.  Not a half a bag of air and a half a bag of chips.

"Can I get a $5 footlong?"  "Sure!  That will be $7.50."  ... What the hell???

When people ask stupid questions I am obligated to give a sarcastic reply.

I swear I just cleaned the house. Why is it messy again?

You know you found your sole mate when they can handle you at your worst ... because that means they deserve you at your best.

Trust is the easiest thing to loose ... and the hardest thing to gain back.

"A little birdie told me so"  I REALLY need to meet this freaking bird!!!

I am still secretly hoping that someday I will discover that I have super powers.

If the people in movies would have listened to me ... they would still be alive.

On the show Boys Meet World ... Topanga?  Really?  What the hell is that kind of name?

I am addicted to chapstick.

I am pretty sure that 70% of my brian is song lyrics.

I have lost 9,567,325,654,768,953 bobby pins in my life.

I hate it when people step on the back of my shoe when I am walking.

I run up the stairs as fast as I can once I turn the lights off ... because I am pretty sure the boogie man is right behind me.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The joys of a snoring husband ...

So ... my good 'ol husband is snoring.  Again.  (I love you Clinton.)  So ... I thought I would blog for a few moments.  I am hoping that staring at the computer will make my eyes slowly close as I keep on typing. If I make myself tired enough, then maybe when I go back to bed and Clint is snoring ... I will be so tired ... that I do not even hear that dreaded sound.  I will just fall into a deep sleep ... dreaming wonderful dreams. 

*rolling eyes*

You do not really beleive that part, right???

Yeah right.

What WILL happen ... is that I will somehow loose 1 to 2 hours on the computer.  I will suddenly look at the clock thinking 30 minutes have passed.  But in all honesty ... it will really be some outrageous amount of time that has passed. 

I will slowly walk into my bedroom ... and Clint will have stopped snoring.  YES!!!  PERFECT!!!  I will SLOWLY crawl into bed ... inching in little by little ... ever so CAREFULLY!!!  The LAST thing I will wanna do slightly shake the bed and wake him up. 

You see where this is going right??? 

If I ever so slightly shake the bed ... it will wake him up ... the snoring will start ALL over again. 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Then ... I will spend the following 2 hours staring at the wall ... quietly cussing out my husband because he is sleeping ... and I am not. 

So I will elbow him every so often (which yes ... might get a little bit harder and harder as the hours go by).  I will say his name over and over and over ... till he says "What?".  But I will not answer back ... because I will be pretending that I am asleep.  I will nudge and shove him one, two, three or even four ... ok ... maybe fives times. 

I will then continue to look at the alarm clock.  Those darn bright red numbers staring back at you.  I will do that thing where you see what time it is and say to yourself  ... "If I fall asleep NOW, I will get this much sleep."  ... "If I fall asleep NOW, I will get this much sleep." ... "If I fall asleep NOW, I will get this much sleep."  UHHH!!!  I hate that!!! 

Then ... somehow ... I will finally drift off to sleep.

BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!! BUZZ!!!  Really?!?!?!  Already?!?!?!  The alarm clock is not seriously going off already?!?!?!  Didn't I just fall asleep?!?!?!  *sigh*

Well ... I am gonna head to bed ... wish me luck.  Throughout most of this blog ... I could actually hear Clint snoring clear into the computer room.  Now that I am ending the blog ... I no longer hear that LOUD rumbling sound coming from the bedroom.  So that means one thing.  I will slowly walk into my bedroom ... and Clint will have stopped snoring. YES!!! PERFECT!!! I will SLOWLY crawl into bed ... inching in little by little ... ever so CAREFULLY!!! The LAST thing I will wanna do slightly shake the bed and wake him up.

You see where this is going, right???

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Ready ... Set ... Build ...

Since we sold our house ... we have NO where to store things.  So Clint decided to take matters into his own hands ... and build a floor to ceiling shelf in the garage. 

Of course ... Clint took Eythen with him to Home Depot when he went to go buy the materail.  What is it about Home Depot that all men seem to think they can build anything no matter what it might be.  Now my 5 year old son is certain he can help Clint build the shelves as well.  So ... like Father like son ... they were on a mission.  Clint even came back with a few "tools" for Eythen to use as well.


Safety First!!!  Eythen decided he need to wear his Little Tikes safety helmet when helping Clint build the shelves.  Hey!!!  Whatever works!?!?!


















Tiny Hammer  *check*


Tiny Tape Measure  *check*


Scrap pieces of wood so Eythen can
feel special  *check*


Large nails  *check*


Tiny tool belt  *check*

Table Saw ... Yeah right!!!  Did you really think I was gonna say  *check* on that???




Clint teaching Eythen ... the "ropes" of the construction field ... priceless!!!


WAIT!!!  HOLD UP!!! A table saw?!?!?!  I do not remember saying *check* to the table saw?!?!?!  Hmmmm ....

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Who wants Mac 'n Cheese???

What should we have for dinner?  Hmmm???  Well ... there is not much left in the cabinets.  (I have not been to the grocery store in awhile ... opps.)  Wait ... what is that in the very back corner of the cabinet???   Ah Ha!!!  Good 'ol Macaroni and Cheese.  YES!!!  I just saved myself another evening of avoiding the grocery store.  It is quick ... and simple ... and my kids LOVE IT!!!


SHOOT!!!  We are out of milk!!! 



No milk ... means no Macaroni and Cheese ...



Load up kids ... we are going to the grocery store.

AHHH crap!!!

Last night, as Clint and I were sitting in the living room, watching the weather ... Clint made a comment about Spring finally arriving (the whole weeks forecast said rain ... rain ... thunder storms ... showers ... rain ... slight chance of rain ... possibly severve thunder storms.  Well ... you get my point.)  Not more than 2 seconds after he made that comment ... it hit me ... CRAP!!!  We do not have a basement to go to for storms!!!  (Well ... crap was a mild word that was going through my head.  It was a tad bit more "potty mouth" things going through my head at that point in time.

We sold our house ... and now we have no basement!!! 

Great!!! 

Now where am I gonna run to?!?!?! 

CRAP!!!

If you know a tad bit about me ... you know I do not really care for storms!!!  Ok ... Ok ... Ok ... that statement might be just a wee bit under estimated.  Just a tad bit.  Just an itty bitty bit.

I panic.  I break out into a sweat.  My mind starts to race a million miles an hour.  Sometimes I even cry ... Yes ... I have been known to cry.  Shoot ... I have even been known to run into a wall, a time or two, when the sirens go off ... but that story is not important at the moment ... nor am I gonna give you the pleasure of laughing out loud at my expence. Sorry. *smile* 

For some reason ... I seem to think/vision the tornado is seconds away from MY house (no idea where it is from your house if you live next to me ... but it is SECONDS away from MINE!!!).  The moment the sirens go off ... I freak out.  Plain and simple.  End of story. 

Alright! Alright!  Alright!  I will admit it!!!  I am a big baby when it comes to storms.  There ... I said it. 

So ... if any of you Eudora folk see a flash of light dart through your door followed by 3 kids, a husband, a crazy dog and a very fluffy cat ... no need to worry.  It is just me taking over your basement for awhile.  No need to worry though ... I will be gone once the sirens stop.  But ... if they start back up once I leave ... that flash of light might be busting through your door at any given moment.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Odd??? Umm ... YEAH!!!

When exactly does something so ordinary and simple "cross over the line"?  When is asking a complete stranger something ... a bit to much?? 

Well ... I think I might have the answer for that one.

Two Valentine's Day's ago ... I got a shirt that said "I love Clint" on the front of it.  I normally only bust it out on Valentine's Day ... but today ... I was feeling a little extra "lovey dovey" ... I guess you could say.  So I put on my "I love Clint" shirt and headed out the door. 

As I was walking through the store ... I was suddenly approached by a guy smiling from ear to ear saying how much he liked my shirt.  I smiled and said thank you ... and began to walk on ... well ... at least that is what I thought I was gonna do.  Before I could even get one complete step past him ... he told me that his name was Clint.  I smiled and said "Small World."  Then ... in 2.5 seconds ... he pulled out his camera phone ... at the sametime he was asking if he could take a photo of my shirt.  Before I could even respond ... he was inches away from my boobs ... zooming in to get a photo of the "I love Clint" that was on my shirt.  I am 99% sure ... I had a dumb founded look on my face during these VERY LONG 2.5 seconds.  Then ... in a blink of an eye ... the guy took off ... while saying to his friend "That is great!" 

Uhhh ... odd???  Yeah ... I am gonna go with ODD!!!

I think ... for now on ... my "I love Clint" shirt is gonna stay in the back of the closet.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Dear Pringles:

Dear Pringles can makers:

When I was a kid, my hand fit perfectly in the tube to grab your yummy chip. I could even get the little crumbs at the bottom of the can. Unfortunately ... I am no longer 7 years old ... and my hand can not reach the crumbs at the bottom of the can. Could we look into changing the can from One Size Fits All to Small, Medium, Large and X-Large?