Tuesday, May 31, 2011

2011 Championship

Warning: I never said I am classy, unless I said it in jest.

Chuck and I kicked a loyal reader's ass this weekend in Beer Pong. Her name is Jenny and her face is looking over my shoulder in this picture. She's a dear friend from high school and her husband is also in this picture. She and Mike (another dear friend) were the reigning Beer Pong champions until Chuck and I stole the title this weekend.

I'm afraid she'll be out for revenge next year. Lucky for me, I'm looking forward to it! Still, I better gloat over the win while I can!

Now that I look closely at this picture, I'm pretty sure Chuck is grabbing my ass. Wow. We were having a good time.

Breathe easier

For a post-holiday pick-me-up, when none of us really wants to be at work.

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

--- inaccurately attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson

I read this quote every morning. I hope you enjoy it this morning.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

That hurts!

What hurts worse: a bikini wax or a tattoo?

I've had both (yes, a tattoo - get over it).

In my opinion, the bikini wax is 100 times more painful than the tattoo.

Can anyone else weigh in?

Monday, May 23, 2011


It's been a whirlwind of a weekend, and the fun is going to continue through the next two weeks. Still, I'm snapping pictures of my babies and must share.

I know I keep telling you that George is a terror. It's true. I'm not denying it, but he really is pretty cute too. For example, he spent a lot of this weekend wearing this thing called a Glow Dome on his head:

And was cracking me up.

In spite of this cuteness, here are his Weapons of Mass Destruction. More than once, I've had to run to comfort an older child who was struck with one or both of these items.

Ken apparently packs quite a punch.

He also, doesn't mind using these items on himself. Here he is, presumably demonstrating the way to use a light saber to pick your nose.

Never a dull moment. Never a dull moment.

Friday, May 20, 2011

Cows and Chickens

Luke: Mom, do you want to go hunting sometime?

Me: No, not really.

Luke: Why not?

Me: Because I don't really like to kill animals.

Luke: Well, what is your favorite kind of animal to eat?

Me: I guess cows and chickens.

Luke: Maybe we could find a wild cow for you to kill.

Me: That might be tough, but maybe . . .

Thursday, May 19, 2011

What was that?

Passed out after drinking since 10:00 a.m. Even missed a meeting. Geez. I'm so not in my twenties anymore. Not. Even. Close.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Movie Quote 82

Well, the Colonial Golf Tournament is taking place literally down the street from my house. In fact, spectators were already parked in front of my house this morning. So, in honor of the wonderful Golf Tournament (which I will be attending tomorrow and Sunday), here is an appropriate movie quote that I say on the golf course regularly:

You little son of a bitch ball! Why you don't you just go HOME? That's your HOME! Are you too good for your HOME?

And, I really love this scene too, so I had to throw in this quote too:

The price is wrong, bitch!

What a fabulous movie! Although, I'm guessing that based on these quotes my mother will not want to ever watch it and is probably unimpressed with my movie choices. Oh well. As long as I don't make her watch the movie, she should be fine.

Have a great Colonial Week!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Are we white?

Luke has to make a presentation on Barack Obama next week. We've slowly been working on the research. He's got his name and his place of birth memorized and can point out that Obama is the first African American president of the United States.

We were going over these points on the way to school this morning. After informing me of Obama's status as the first African American president, Luke asked: "Mom? Are we white?"

Me: "Yes."

Luke: "Hiba is black."

(Hiba is a girl in his class, and I'm pretty sure she's Indian, but she's definitely not black.).

Me: "No she's not."

Luke: "Yes she is."

Me: "No, honey. I'm pretty sure she's Indian."

Luke: "What is that?"

In my head: Oh hell, shit, damn. Why did I start this?

Me: "It means her family is from the country India. I'll have to show you where it is on a map."

Luke: "Oh."

Me: "Who else do you know that is black?"

Luke: "Just Hiba."

In my head: Oh Good Lord. He doesn't listen.

Me: "Hiba isn't black."

Luke: "All my friends are white."

Me: *rolling my eyes* "That can't be true."

Luke continued: "Uh huh. Jody is white. Matthew is white. Michael is white. . ."

Me: "Okay. Okay. Okay. I'm sure you have friends that aren't white."

Luke: "No. All my friends are white."

Me: *sigh*

We arrived at school and I gave up.

Parenting is interesting.

Now look at the picture in the post below this about his soccer team, and I guess maybe he's right. It's almost blinding.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Luke and Juventus

Luke finished out his soccer season a couple weeks ago (as did Evie). I have pictures of Evie that I have to download still (shame on me), but a friend sent these pictures of Luke, so I'm posting them for your viewing pleasure.


Silly Juventus

Arms up!Defense!

Kick it!

Luke with his fans.
Sorry I've been absent. I spent Thursday and Friday at a closing retreat for Leadership Fort Worth and then spent the rest of the weekend recovering. Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. I've been blessed to have my mother in town to help with the kids. But, my favorite part was drinking wine and talking with her while the kids were off with Chuck somewhere. There's nothing like a conversation with one's mother.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Terror: Thy Name is George

I recently replaced these photos of George on my desk . . .

. . . with these photos of George.

Isn't it amazing how quickly time flies? He's growing up so fast and the surest sign is that he has turned into a full-fledged, red-headed, two-year old. I add the qualifier of "red-head" in there because he is way more "outspoken" than the previous two-year olds I have experience with. i.e. Luke and Evie as pictured below (and neither of them were red-headed).

George, on the other hand, is a full on terror. I know he looks cute, but don't be lulled by those adorable eyes and charming smile. He knows what he wants, he wants it now, and you will face his wrath if you don't let him have it. And his weapon of choice is a stick which he uses to wail on his brother and sister and if there isn't a stick handy, he just lays on them, fully aware that he can throw his weight around. His terror isn't limited to his siblings either. Chuck and I are certainly subject to his wrath as well.

For example, last night it happened to storm just as I was putting the kids into bed - why would it storm at any other time, right? Well, George is the only child in the house that is legitimately scared of storms and he cries when it thunders. Now I'm a busy mom, but I'm certainly not cold-hearted. I knew he was scared but I also had things to do downstairs, so I allowed him to sleep with Evie so that he could be comforted by her presence. All was quiet upstairs and I sighed with relief thinking that the children were all slumbering peacefully until half an hour later the door upstairs slammed shut. Of course, I hopped up and raced up the stairs to see if all my children were alright. I peaked in the room and low and behold Luke and Evie were sound asleep, but George looked up at me from under the covers with his sweet innocent eyes. I told him to go to sleep and then went down stairs. Seriously, who can resist this?

This cycle continued for an hour and included not only more slamming doors, but the "pitter-patter" of little feet down our upstairs hall as well as the occasional mewl of, "Mo-meee!" down the stair case. Each time I would return and try to tuck him back into his own bed, but he was insistent that he had to be with Evie. But when I finally went upstairs to bed at 10:30 I gave up and put him in my bed - to which he whined and cried. Then I put him in his bed where he again whined and cried. I left him there. Perhaps I am cold-hearted.

I finally ended up sitting by his bed with my head resting at his feet until he fell asleep (because I'm a sucker). At 2:30 a.m., he woke up again and insisted, "I sceered storm." I said, "It's okay. Want me to sing you a song?" He answered, "No." In spite of his answer, I tried to soothe him with a song, to which he responded in a forceful whisper, "Stop it." I kept going. He repeated, "Stop it." I stopped. Then he announced, "Daddy bed." In my delirium, I was pissed that he would ask for "Daddy bed" which is also my bed since I'm the one that actually hauled my ass out of bed to comfort him, but whatever. So, ultimately, the kid ended up in my bed and I ended up sleeping on the edge of the mattress and the pillow with a rotating mixture of appendages in my back. Bless that little precious one. (Yes, my teeth are gritted).

Yes, he is cute, but he's also a pill. Trust me.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Movie Quote 81

I'm so boring lately. My apologies!

Here's a movie quote to get you through until something interesting happens to me.

Here we are, 17 Cherry Tree Lane, home of _________.

The quote is EASY, but you score extra points for finishing the sentence (which would be great if there were actually points being given out in this game).

Good luck!

Sunday, May 8, 2011


I've had a wonderful day even though it hasn't been the most picturesque Mother's day. We spent several hours in a car driving to Wichita Falls to visit Chuck's family and watch our nephew make his first communion. Then I watched the kids turn blue as they played in the really cold pool for about 45 minutes. I had fun snapping pictures of them.

We also saw a butterfly that didn't seem to want to fly away from us. It made me smile.

And after that, I went grocery shopping and ended up ordering dinner out. It was wonderful because I was surrounded by my crazy wonderful perfect family. And I received the sweetest hugs, kisses, and cards. I'm so very blessed.

But my favorite part of the day was probably this morning when Luke announced out of the blue, "One time I ate my ear wax, and it did not taste good." I burst out laughing and asked him why he even considered eating his ear wax. Apparently, he's perfectly comfortable with trying to eat any thing excreted from his body other than poop and pee, but he is totally unwilling to consider trying any kind of ice cream other than vanilla. Ah, my children are perfect and crazy!

And with that, I wish each of you out there a Happy Mother's Day because we all have/had a mother. Lots of love to you and yours!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

She's beautiful!

Today, my sweet girl sang adorable songs at her end-of-the-year program. I've had so much fun watching her grow up and I'm so excited that she's going to Kindergarten. She looks beautiful and confident. I can only imagine what she will be like when she's all grown up.

Evie combined this wonderful program with a gift for mother's day. I've got this beautiful flower sitting on my desk, surrounded by briefs, documents, and other work-related papers. It makes sitting at my desk a little more bearable.

Evie is graduating.

Today I have the pleasure of watching my daughter "graduate" from pre-school. I'm so excited for her to start Kindergarten. She seems so ready for it to me. I hope she really enjoys it. I'll be back later with pictures from her end-of-the-year program. She's so precious to me.

P.S. I notice I said "me" a lot.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

"My name is Marshell"

I do not understand why this is so funny, but I've already watched this video twice this morning and I'm ready to go back for more.

Warning: You will be confused at the beginning because this doesn't make any sense, but it is just plain hilarious!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Movie Quote 80

I'm such a boring lady right now. Here's a movie quote for you guys.
You've lost your muchness.
Now, this is a difficult one and I don't think I'd get it if I hadn't recently seen the movie, so I won't lambaste you all when you don't get it. But, if haven't yet seen this movie, you should definitely take the time. It is weird and wonderful all at the same time! Cheers!