it is ...

... 2 days, 21 hours, 24 minutes and 29 seconds till KU basketball officially begins ... but who is counting?!?!?!

This year for Halloween ...

... Clint is going as a Union worker that has been layed off for nearly 2 weeks and I am going as a Mommy that is avoiding cleaning the house.

What do you get ...

... when you give a cute little kindergarten boy a book of stickers at a classroom Halloween party???

Let me count the numerous ways ... that Eythen James Moore can put to use stickers.

First off ... Eythen can use them as "fake freckles" ...

Decorations on his shoes ...

In between the shoes and the next photo ... he had placed one on every single finger.  But ... unfortunately ... I did not have my camera ready to go in time.  You have to be fast to keep up with this boy.  By the time I went to snap a photo ... he was placing each and every sticker ... one by one ... on a single sheet of paper in a Halloween notebook.

what did you do ???

Last week when Eythen got off the bus ... he hugged me ... as he always does ... and as I leaned down to kiss his cheek I noticed these two "spots" on his shirt.

Me:  Eythen ... what is on your shirt?

*Eythen glances down and quickly looks back up while shrugging his shoulders*

Me:  Are those holes in your brand new shirt?

Eythen:  I don't know.

Me:  Where they there the last time you wore the shirt?
*which was about a week prior* 
*Also ... I did not wash the shirt after he took it off the first time he wore it.  It was still clean ... so I just hung it back up in the closet.*

Eythen:  Yes. 

Me:  How did it happen?

Eythen:  I don't know.
*still shrugging his shoulders*

*suddenly it hits me*

Me:  EYTHEN!  Did you CUT your shirt at school?

Eythen:  Uhhhhh.  Ummmmm.
*not exactly making eye contact with me*

Me:  Eythen!

Eythen:  It was an accident.

Me:  So did you do it today ... or the first time you wore the shirt?

Eythen:  It was an accident.

Me:  Eythen!  Did you do it today ... or the first time you wore the shirt?

Eythen:  The first time.  But it was an accident.

Me:  Eythen!  Did you seriously take scissors to your BRAND NEW SHIRT?!?!?

Eythen:  Well ... I did not mean to.
*Eythen's famous saying when he did something wrong*

Me:  Eythen!  Why?

Eythen:  I don't know.

Me:  You have GOT to be kidding me.

Eythen:  I just wanted to know if scissors would cut my shirt.  Hey Mommy ... good new ... scissors will cut my shirt ... but it was just an accident.



Please note the writing on the shirt.
Pretty fitting for the situation.
I guess if the shirt fits ... wear it.



When your frig ...

... looks like this ...

It is officially time to go to the grocery store.

FYI ... No items have been removed out of the frig just for sole purpose of this photo to be taken.  This frig ... is truely this empty.

Today Tyrel Reed ...

... #14 of the KU basketball team, stopped by Breeanna's classroom to read the story to her 4th grade class. As he was getting ready to leave ... Breeanna asked him if she could have his autograph. That a girl! I think we might have a KU Basketball player stalker in the making ... Clint and I could not be prouder!!!

Dear Mr. Flu Bug ...

... Welcome Back. Long time no see. I wish I could say that I missed you and was glad to see you back after all of these months of having a germ free house ... but that is not the case.  Feel free to evacuate our house at any given moment ... the sooner the better ... before Sunday would be awesome!

 

From: A Mommy that does not wanna have to go and buy multiple bags of candy if my kids to not get to go trick-or-treating

good night ...

I am looking forward to the morning that Clint and I wake up and are financially secure.  I better head to bed now ... just in case tomorrow is that morning.  *fingers crossed*

recession ...

I need to find a Sugar Daddy ... or Clint needs to find a Sugar Momma pretty darn soon.  This darn recession is really starting to kill us.

today ...

Today was one of those days that I started off as Mary Poppins ... but I unfortunately ended as Cruella DeVil.

Mommy Mini Vacation ...

I think the time has come ...

I think it is long over due ...

The time has come for me to go on a "Mommy mini vacation". 

AKA:  I am gonna go sit in the bathroom with the door locked ... eat a brownie ... drink a Dr. Pepper ... and ignore the knocks coming from the other side of the door.

remember ...

I can remember my three kids' school and activities schedule, Clint's work schedule, my family appointments, what day the trash goes out ... but I can not remember why I came into the freaking kitchen!!!!  REALLY?!?!?!

chocolate ...

Chocolate solves EVERYTHING!!!  TRUST ME!!!  It really does!!!

Well ... that is until I go to put on my skinny jeans and I have to lay down in order to snap them. Then ... chocolate is the mortal enemy.

since i have became a mother ...

Since I have became a Mother ... it is no longer "Is my glass half empty or half full?".  It is "WHO HAS BEEN DRINKING OUT OF MY GLASS?!?!?!  And WHAT is floating in the bottom of it?"

go ask your dad ...

It is red Ribbon Week at Eudora Elementary School this week.  Which means my kiddos are learning what drugs exactly are ...

Which leads me to the point of this blog ...

Picture this ...

I am in the living room.  Harleigh is standing in front of me ... telling me about her gymnastic class she just came from.  Clint is outside taking the trash out.

Suddenly ... out of left field ... the subject makes a complete 180 turn ...

Harleigh:  Mommy ... is Daddy on drugs?

Me:  No.  Daddy is not on drugs ... but there are alot of people out in the world that are on drugs.

Harleigh:  Are you SURE Daddy is not hooked on drugs.
*while she is flashing me a very curious look*

Me:  Uhhh ... yeah I am sure Daddy is not hooked on drugs.

Harleigh:  Well ... at school today they told us that beer has drugs in it.  And people can get addicted to beer if they drink to much of it.  So ... are you SURE Daddy is not on drugs.
*hands on her hips-head tilted just slightly-very serious look on her face*

Me:  Go ask your Dad.
*dumb founded look on my face*

At that EXACT MOMENT ... in walks Clint through the back door.  Harleigh makes a bee line for him ... as I am trying to give him that *you are not gonna believe what YOUR child just asked me* look from across the room. 

To late ... he does not catch my look.

Harleigh:  Daddy ... are you hooked on drugs?

Clint:  Yes ... there are some people out there that are hooked on drugs.
*me trying to wave my hands like a crazy woman in the background in hopes of for warning Clint what is about to come*

Nope ... he still did not see me.

Harleigh:  NO!  Are YOU hooked on drugs?

Clint:  HUH?!?!?!
*shocked look on his face*

Harleigh:  Well ... at school they said that beer has drugs in it.  And ... you do drink alot of beer sometimes ... especially when football is on.

Clint suddenly flashes me a look of *did you tell her to say this*.  I quickly flash a look back that is slightly *I told you not to drink beer in front of the kids* mixed with a *Harleigh calls it as she sees it* sprinkled with a *OMG* look.

I can hardly wait to see how Clint is gonna dig himself out of this one!  This is gonna be good! 

Clint:  I am of the legal age.  So it is ok, Harleigh.
*quickly turning around and making a bee line for the kitchen*

Harleigh:  Huh?!?!?
*standing there with a dumb founded look on her face*

Yep ... I think we just might win parents of the year!!!

Dear Sleep:

Dear Sleep:  I am sorry we broke up this morning.  I really did not want to leave you. 

 

It's not you ... it's just this whole being an adult and parent thing that I have going on right now.

 

I really do love you.  I miss you terribly.  *yawn*  Maybe we could try to work this out later tonight?

 

Love: Me

R.I.P.

R.I.P. my beloved Chi straighting iron.  Oh how I will miss you.  It has been a wonderful 5 years.  I apologize for all the times that I dropped you on the bathroom floor ... especially the last time ... which was the final curtain call. No one will ever compare to you ... especially the cheep knock off brand that I bought at Target.  *ugh*

Happy 8th Birthday ...

Happy 8th Birthday to my little Harleigh. 

It seems like yesterday that you were a little crazy terror in her terrible two's ... who threw the most outrageous fits.

Now you are such a sweet, loving, smart, beautiful little girl who has the biggest heart and adorable smile.

You are an amazing little kid who has a huge ... who is amazing at gymnastics.

I love you so very much, Bugs!

intersting facts ...

*  If you are right handed, you will tend to chew your food on your right side.  If you are left handed, you will tend to chew your food on your left side. (I chew on the left hand side ... and I am right handed.  Does that make me an odd ball???)


* If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. When a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.


* Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying.


* Your tongue is germ free only if it is pink. If it is white there is a thin film of bacteria on it.  (GROSS!!!)


* The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing.


*  Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system.  Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day.  Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.  (No wonder Eythen is always so darn happy all the time.)


*  The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.  (Well that ruined my fantasy of always being able to hear the ocean.)


*  Dalmatians are born without spots.


*  Bats always turn left when exiting a cave.  (What happens if it is a one way street at the end of the cave???)


*  The reason honey is so easy to digest is that it’s already been digested by a bee.  (Yep ... I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.)


*  Roosters cannot crow if they cannot extend their necks.  (So ... if a rooster was in a car wreck and had to wear a neck brace ... he would need to take a few days off ... is that what you are saying???)


*  Every time you sneeze some of your brain cells die.  (Great!  Remind me not to sneeze anymore.)


*  When you blush, the lining of your stomach also turns red.  (Odd!)


*  When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red.  (What happens if they are happy?  Does it turn yellow ... like the sunshie???)

*  It cost 7 million dollars to build the Titanic and 200 million to make a film about it.  (How much did Leonadro and Kate get paid to be in the movie?  400 million???)

*  There are 1,792 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower.  (Which is exactly why I will never climb the steps in the Eiffel Tower)


*  The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.  (Does this mean Clint's hand might explode if he keeps poping his knuckles?)


*  Human hair and fingernails continue to grow after death.  (Uhhh ... )

*  It takes about 20 seconds for a red blood cell to circle the whole body.  (fast little suckers.)

*  Most soccer players run 7 miles in a game.  (What about little league?  I am pretty sure Eythen does not run that much ... but he is exhausted after Clint makes him play 3 quarters out of 4.)


*  Every day 200 million couples make love, 400,000 babies are born, and 140,000 people die.  (All I can say is ... that is alot of horny people!!!)

*  Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair. (No wonder my children are so darn smart!)

freaking birds ...

Have I ever told you that I am scared of birds?

No?!?!?

Well ... scared does not really describe my feeling towards birds.  Terrified might be a better word for it.

While standing at the bus stop today, a freaking bird flew right past me.  I was certain it was coming to get me (or so it seemed at that exact moment).  So ... I ducked ... screamed ... nearly fell to the ground ... while waving my arms frantically in the air. 

Yeah.  Not exactly the proudest moment of my life. 

laugh and love ...

Your children only get one childhood.  Make the best of it for them.  Help them laugh and love.  Give them awesome memories that they can later share with the world.

A tad bit of info ...

An interesting fact about October 2010:


This October has 5 fridays, 5 saturdays and 5 sundays ... all in 1 month.


You are going to go check your calendar ... aren't you.  Admit it!!!

It only happens once in every 823 years.

You learn something new every day!  Not to mention that October was 10-10-10.

Wear Pink ...

BOOBIES!!!!!  TATAS!!!!!  HOOTERS!!!! 

Fake (+)(+), Perfect (o)(o), Perkey (*)(*), Cold (^)(^), After Children \./\./, Big ( o ) ( o ) and Small (.)(.)  

SAVE THEM ALL!!!!! 

October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month!!! 

Eudora PTO ...

Every year the PTO collects Box Tops for money to go towards Eudora Schools ... and every little bit makes a difference.



Here is a video done by the Eudora PTO ...


http://www.boxtops4education.com/share/makeadifference/default.aspx?vid=678


Please take a moment and view this link ... today ... tomorrow ... and anytime through November 15th. Everytime it is viewed ... Eudora Elementary School has a chance to win one of 10 - $500 prizes!


Take a second to check it out. I think it turned out great!


From a proud member of the PTO ... Jill

P.S.  If you ever happen to have any extra BOX TOPS that you are not sending somewhere else ... send them our way.  My kids make me buy any food that has BOX TOPS on it ... and since I am not the best "chef" around and McDonalds does not seem to have any BOX TOPS on the chicken nugget meal ... that means I cook alot of Hamburger Helper.  I. Am. Tired. Of. Hamburger. Helper.

always wear sunscreen ...

To the kids of the future ... here is some advice for you ... always wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.  The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.


I will dispense this advice now.


Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.  Oh, never mind.  You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.


But trust me, in 15 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.


You are not as fat as you imagine.


Don't worry about the future.  Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.  The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.


Do one thing every day that scares you.


Sing.


Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.  Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.  The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive.  Forget the insults.  If you succeed in doing this, tell me how...


Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Stretch.


Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.  The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.  Some of the most interesting 30-some-year-olds I know still don't.


Get plenty of calcium.


Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.


Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.


Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.  Your choices are half chance.  So are everybody else's.


Enjoy your body.  Use it every way you can.  Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.  It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.


Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.  Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.  Do not read beauty magazines.  They will only make you feel ugly.


Get to know your parents.  You never know when they'll be gone for good.  Be nice to your siblings.  They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.  Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.


Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.


Travel.


Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise.  Politicians will philander.  You, too, will get old.  And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.


Respect your elders.


Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund.  Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.


Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.  Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.  Advice is a form of nostalgia.  Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.


But trust me on the sunscreen.

Digging for treasure ...

Clint had a BBQ at the park for his soccer team today ... to thank the parents for their dedication and the kids for their hard work. 

During the BBQ ... at some point in time ... Eythen thought it woud be a BRILLANT idea to "bury" his soccer medal in the sand.

We pack up the leftovers ... say goodbye to everyone ... load up the kids ... and not once did Eythen mention that he no longer had his soccer medal.
 

We come home ... and I begin to unpack all the food and drinks ... and then I told Eythen to take his soccer shoes and shin guards upstairs and put them away.  As he was heading up the stairs ... I asked him where he put his soccer medal.  He turned around and said ... "I don't have it anymore." 

WHAT?!?!?! 

Where in the world is it?!?!?! 

He informs me that he buried it in the sand at the park.  It is now a buried treasure for someone else to find. 

HUH?!?!?! 

Did I seriously just hear you right?!?!?!

YOUR soccer medal!!!  The same medal that we will forever remember you received for scoring SIX goals this season.  THAT MEDAL?!?!?!  THAT MEDAL ... is no longer in your posession?!?!?!? 

All I could do was shake my head. 

We use to say that Harleigh lived in her own world at times ... but I am pretty sure that Eythen lives in his own universe!!!  Only Eythen would bury his soccer medal ... in the attempt to become a pirate or something.

So we load up and head back to the park in an attempt to "find the hidden treasure". 

Clint gets over to the sand area of the park ... and is in "sand shock".  There is just a huge sea of sand everywhere.  This darn medal could be anywhere. 

*sigh*

*shaking head*

*shrugging shoulders*

*trying really hard not to laugh over this whole situation*

  

*shaking head again so Eythen "knows" we are upset with him*

*biting lip so I do not start to laugh*

*i think I just peed my pants a little from laughing so hard*

So Clint askes Eythen what area did he "bury the treasure". 

Eythen replies with ... "That's easy! I made a big "X" in the sand where I left it."

OF COURSE!!! 

Sure!!! 

Absolutely!!! 

We should have known!!! 

"X" marks the spot!!! 

Why didn't we think of this first?!?!? 

DUH!!!

Sure enough ... the darn medal was under a large "X" that Eythen had made in the sand.

Only Eythen ... ONLY EYTHEN!!!

Holiday Inn ...

What's that you say???  Clint and Jill get an evening to themselves?!?!?  What?!?!?!  Steaks on the grill and adult beverages???  Don't mind if I do!!! 

Thanks to my Mom ... the kids will be enjoying an evening with Grammy J, miniature golf, swimming, pizza and birthday cake for Harleigh Bug at a motel in Lawrence ... and I will be off duty for the evening.  Holla!!!

Welcome Back ...

Ok ... Ok ... Ok ... so I have been M.I.A., for awhile now, on the whole blogging thing.  *sigh*

I will just apologize now.

Sorry.

I must admit ... I got alot of emails asking me when I was gonna blog again ... if I quit blogging ... if my life suddenly got boring and I had nothing to blog about ... if my computer broke ... what was I suddenly doing with my time if I was not blogging ... if I moved my blog to another site and forgot to notify people ... if I forgot my password and could not log into my blog ... if I was on strike. 

It was quit flattering to know that my internet peeps check in on my blog page, often enough, to know that I had not blogged in nearly a month. 

A MONTH! 

A FREAKING MONTH! 

I KNOW! 

What was I thinking?

GEEEZZEEE!!!!

What in the WORLD was I doing ... that blogging was put on the back burner? 

What could have possibly take blogging off my #1 priorty list ... and move it clear to the bottom ... and then two more spots below that spot ... and 4 spots below that?

Well ... let's just say ... that summer came to an end.  The tan lines faded away.  The AC bill was still sky high.  Alarm clocks were suddenly being set again.  And I was back into the full swing of things.

Summer is not only a break for the kids from school ... but it is a MAJOR break from my SUV visiting the gas pump frequently ... because Clint and I are CONSTANTLY driving a kid to and from this place or that place at this time ... no wait ... this kid is at that time ... or is that kid at this time? 

Awww crap!!!  I forgot who goes where ... and when ...

QUICK KIDS ... go look at the calendar and see which one of you has to be where today ... and at what time.

I LIVE by my calendar. 

Even Clint has realized to write something in on the calendar if he wants me to show up to it.  He knows if it is not written on there in blue ink ... then I have no idea about it.

If I did not have that large-jumbo-super sized calendar stuck to the frig ... I would not know which way was up.  I HAVE to have my calendar.  I would be LOST without it.  (And for those of you that know me really well ... know that I get lost driving if I come out of my drive way to fast ... so can you imagine how lost I would be without my calendar?!?!?!?  Exactly!!!!!) 

Back to the topic of summer vacation.

Awww ... the summer months are so perfect.  There is hardly anything on the calendar.  There is swimming lessons ... volleyball camp ... birthday parties ... T-Ball practice ... T-Ball games ... and who we are gonna meet at the pool on which day of the week.  Perfect schedule if you ask me!

Suddenly ... August hits ... and the list is filled up with a bit more.

September ... there are still a few free days during the week and a weekend here of there without some darn writing on it.

October ... I can not see a blank spot anywhere on this f**king calendar.

AHHHHH!!!!!

Yes ... I will fully admit ... we are way to busy.  Actually ... busy does not even seem to describe what we have going on in our household.  I am pretty sure that I passed myself in the hallway this past Wednesday inbetween Harleigh going to Youth Group and me taking Breeanna to hip hop class ... pulling into Miss Amanda's Dance Academy ... and suddenly realizing that Breeanna did not have hip hop class at 7:15 ... she has it at 7:45.  AHHHHH!!!!!  See!!!  I did not look at my calendar ... and when I do not look at my calendar ... bad things happen.  And I mean BAD!!!

So ... to pin point why exactly I have not been blogging ... let me fill you in on the inside scoop.

Monday:
Harleigh has gymnastics at Pinnicle from 4:20 to 5:10
Breeanna has volleyball practice from 6:30 to 7:30
Eythen has basketball practice from 6:00 to 7:00

Tuesday:
Breeanna has honor choir practice at 7:30 am to 8:00 am
Harleigh has hip hip class from 6:15 to 6:45
Breeanna has a volleyball game anywhere from 6:00 to 8:00.

Wednesday:
Harleigh has Youth Group from 6:30 to 8:00
Eythen has Youth Group from 6:00 to 7:30
Breeanna has hip hop class from 7:45 to 8:15

Thursday:
Breeanna has honor choir practice from 7:30 am to 8:00 am
Eythen has soccer practice from 5:30 to 6:30
Clint coaches soccer practice from 5:30 to 6:30
Breeanna has advanced ballet, tap and jazz class from 7:15 to 8:30

Friday:
I am to tired to even get out of bed ... but this is normally the day that I volunteer in the school, have lunch with the kids and help with the PTO.  But ... nothing is ever set in stone in my world ... so ... your guess is as good as mine on what can transpire on a Friday for me.  A nap is not one of them though.

Saturday:
Eythen has a soccer game in the morning
Breeanna has a volleyball game later in the morning
I take a nap in the afternoon  *fingers crossed*  (not holding my breath of that one though)

Sunday:
I would like to say that we go to church each and every Sunday ... but ... catching up on sleep ... wins.  I am sorry God!  I pray every night before I go to bed.  Promise.

So ... there you have it.  This is my excuse as to why I have been avoiding the blogging.  I promise to put my priorities in check ... and make sure that blogging is more towards the top ... maybe ... if I have time ... I will try to get to it soon ... maybe in the next few days ... or ... well ... who the hell knows. 

Please note that this blog is being typed in the middle of the night ... 2:00 am to be exact.  Clint is snoring (extremely loud).  The kids look as sweet as angels all snug in their beds.  I put my final load of laundry in the dryer and made my last batch of cookies for the soccer cook out tomorrow afternoon that Clint decided to "host" (aka: Jill needs to take care of the details) for all of his soccer kids and parents. 

FYI Clint ... there are only 12 kids on your soccer team this season.  When you go to coach little league football next year with Preston ... please know that I am not assisting in any shape or form a cookout for over 40 kids and parents at the end of the football season.  You are on your own for that one.  *kisses*

customer service ...

Does a child's birth certificate work as a receipt/proof of purchase?  If so ... I need to speak to someone in customer service.  I think there might be a problem with mine ... they never pick up their dirty socks, only wanna eat chicken nuggest and did not come with the ability to listen very well.

Football time ...

Well ... Clint officially took two of our kiddos "to the dark side" ...

AKA: They enjoy watching football as much as Clinton does.  They will actually beg and plead with Clint to take them to a KU football game ... most importantly ... opening game day ... every single year.


Yeah ... well ... I guess if he is taking two kids to the football games are a few things on the bright side for me:


1.  I get out of going to my "once a year" "good wife duty" KU football game.


2.  No more sitting for 4 hours ... staring at the score board ... watching the time clock slowly tick away.


3.  I no longer have to tailgate 19 hours before the game starts ... no that is NOT rounded up by a few hours.  My husband would tailgate 4 days before hand if life in general would not get in his way.  You know ... the normal things ... work, sleep, being a parent ... his wife.


4.  No more shaking my head in disbelief when Clint gets sloppy drunk ... while he is tailgating 19 hours before the game.  See ... if Clint has the kiddos with him ... that means he has to wear his "Daddy hat" to the football game ... not the "Rowdy-Drunk-I Can Say What I Want-When I Want-Where I Want-Because I Wanna Hat" to the football game.  Responsibility ... it is a great thing.  Boo-yah!!!


5.  This babysitter is off duty!  I do not have to be sure my husband is "safe and sound" when he has had "just a few" beers ... while we tailgated those 19 hours looooong before the game, during the game, during half time and after the game. 

You see!!!  There are soooo many more bonuses for me NOT going to the game and Clint taking Breeanna and Eythen to the game.  Can you see the silver lining???  I sure do!!!


6.  I no longer have to pee outside ... in some strangers yard ... next to a building ... while someone "stands guard" ... because we have been tailgating 19 hours.
 
7.  Unfortunately ... I do miss the smell of tailgating in the air.  The zillion people that will walk by your "tailgating area" (aka: someone elses yard that you paid $30 to park in/pee in) and say "Rock Chalk" as they chug down their beer as fast as they can.  Waving the wheat as KU scores a touch down.  Getting the free gift as I walk into the stadium.  And having fun ... only if KU is winning ... with Clint.  If they are loosing ... I would rather hitch hike home than be in the car with him ... for that very long 20 minute car ride.

Wait ... shhhh!!!  You can not tell Clint that I just said that I will "miss" apart of a football game.  That is just between you and me.  If you tell him ... I will pleed the 5th and deny ... deny ... deny.


8.  But then I suddenly have a flash back to ... being so darn cold that my tears were freezing to my face.  My butt killing me from the stupid benches.  Sitting in the car for an hour after the game waiting to slowly attempt to leave your parking area ... along with a zillion other people doing the same thing.  OH!!!  And of course ... there never being enough room to even sit half the time in those crowded bleachers.  That brings me back to reality really fast.


Two very important reasons that I am glad two of the kids share the same passion for football as their Daddy does ...

9.  Clint getting some quality time with Breeanna and Eythen ...


10.  Harleigh and I going shopping while they stare at a football field for hours upon end.

Opening game day ... 2010

Introducing the Moore future Models ...

The Moore kids put their modeling skills to use ...




Breeanna Nichole ... 9 years old

 


Harleigh Jene ... "almost" 8 years old





Eythen James ... 6 years old

 

Why is it that on the weekends Harleigh is up at 7am?

But on a school day ... it is like I am preforming an exorcism on her ... trying to get that child up and out of bed.

Rise and shine sunshine ...

Shhhh ...

WARNING:

Kindgarten can wear you out!



After school one day last week ... Eythen asked me if I would lay with him, in my bed, and watch some cartoons.  Next thing I know ... this is what I see laying next to me.
That is one worn out little fella.



lunch date ...

This morning I got asked to go on a lunch date by my adorable little 5 year old ...

Who informed me as he was getting out of the car ...

"Mommy! The school lunches are so good. I know you are going to like it better than the food you cook. I do!"

Happy decade ...

‎10 years ago ... I was full of excitement-butterflies in my tummy-could not stop smiling-nerves-head over heals in love-walking down the isle in the one and only dress that I ever tried on with my Dad by my side ... ready to change my name to Jill Moore.

I love you, Clinton!

You are my bestfriend and you are still the reason I draw those silly hearts all over a piece of paper.

procrastination ...

What do we want???

A cure for procrastination!!!

When do we want it?!?!

NEXT WEEK!!!

Happy 6th Birthday Eythen James ...

Happy 6th Birthday to the little man in my life! 

Thank you for teaching me about transformers, dirt, spiderman and to ALWAYS check the pockets of little boys jeans before you put them through the washer. 

My life has never been the same since you entered our family with those big blue eyes and curly hair.

I love you Eythen James.

currently ...

I am currently living on "Stressed Out Lane".  But ... I am seriously debating about taking a drive and checking into "Nervous Breakdown Motel".  Maybe I can get a nice padded room?!?!?!

asap!!!

How is my day going???

 

I am tired, stressed and going insane.

 

I am in need of a good cry followed by a hug, a day to sleep in, some retail therapy and a very large bottle of wine ... asap!!!

 

Other than that ... everything is just hunky dory in my life right now!!!