Saturday, September 23, 2006
Blogger woes
OKAY MAYBE I AM NOT MEANT TO BE A BLOGGER!!!! Everytime the wind blows, I lose my mooching internet from dad, and since we are in Texas, the wind blows ALOT!!!! So I literally run into the middle of the cul-de-sac all the time trying to reconnect, computer in hand and usually barefoot. We are also still in the process of getting a new battery cord for the laptop. I totally have SIX awesome stories with pics that I can't post. Right now I am on Natalie's laptop and I was really excited about posting so I hopped onto blogger and realized that Natalie doesn't have any pictures of ME and MY life on her computer, so I am foiled again. I would use Dad's, but he is working on compiling himself a little "radio station" from Rhapsody, that plays 1000 hours of African music...I kid you not. I am listening to it filtering up from downstairs right now. Obviously I am not meant to a blogger.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
The stars are bright, the internet is shooting itself from my Dad's house into mine, deep in the heart of Texas!
All right!!!! I am actually posting from MY house! We are totally sucking off of Dad's internet across the street! Good things are to come I promise...After all I have to tell all of you about Dad's surprise Stargate party, redneck swimming in the man made holding pond for the new oil well they just dug next to our houses, our trip to see the dinosaur prints, and pics of the houses. Now that I can hop on the internet highway anytime I want, these stories and more will definitely be short in coming.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The culprits!
So, I am really sorry that this is not pictures of my walls, but I just don't have time this morning and I wanted to mention a few things. I totally racked up the good mommy points yesterday. After spin class, Nina and I took the girls to the mall to play in the kids area and get pretzels.
On our way out, we spotted a kiosk that sold flip flops, and the man that worked it noticed that we were suckers for cute shoes. He told us that he would do a buy on get one free on the kids flops and so we let the girls each pick a pair. Brennah and Maggie went right past the pink, green, white and blue ones and picked out the red and orange. Now some might argue that it could be because of the outrageous colors that I paint my walls, I don't know.
As we walked on I noticed that the girls were slipping everywhere and I remembered that there are often small clear stickers on the bottom of new shoes, so I had the girls sit and I checked. Sure enough, after lifting Maggie's foot, I spotted it and proceeded to take it off, exclaiming, "There's the culprit!" Brennah decided to check her own and twisted her foot up to look as well. When she spotted the offending sticker on her own flip flop, she yelled, "I have culprits too!" Jimmy killed a snake on their front porch last night by cutting it's head off with a shovel and then placed it into a ziploc to look on the internet and identify it. When he showed Maggie this morning, she looked at it and asked, "Why did you cut it's tail off?" Haha...I will post later
On our way out, we spotted a kiosk that sold flip flops, and the man that worked it noticed that we were suckers for cute shoes. He told us that he would do a buy on get one free on the kids flops and so we let the girls each pick a pair. Brennah and Maggie went right past the pink, green, white and blue ones and picked out the red and orange. Now some might argue that it could be because of the outrageous colors that I paint my walls, I don't know.
As we walked on I noticed that the girls were slipping everywhere and I remembered that there are often small clear stickers on the bottom of new shoes, so I had the girls sit and I checked. Sure enough, after lifting Maggie's foot, I spotted it and proceeded to take it off, exclaiming, "There's the culprit!" Brennah decided to check her own and twisted her foot up to look as well. When she spotted the offending sticker on her own flip flop, she yelled, "I have culprits too!" Jimmy killed a snake on their front porch last night by cutting it's head off with a shovel and then placed it into a ziploc to look on the internet and identify it. When he showed Maggie this morning, she looked at it and asked, "Why did you cut it's tail off?" Haha...I will post later
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Long awaited pics...
Mom and I, so cute!
Douglas of course...hey is that the dog's cup?!!!!
(hehehe)
My friends, Nina, Samara and her daughter Allie
putting my bed together
I am so thrilled by birthday parties that are not my own...
Brennah, always ready to pose
My SUWEET bruise that I received after sailing
through the rocks and hills, and then crashing
into the side of a small wooden bridge
Jon and I, going to see "Oklahoma."
For weeks, Maggie would beg me to sing
"Uncle Homer" to her and Bren before bed.
Douglas of course...hey is that the dog's cup?!!!!
(hehehe)
My friends, Nina, Samara and her daughter Allie
putting my bed together
I am so thrilled by birthday parties that are not my own...
Brennah, always ready to pose
My SUWEET bruise that I received after sailing
through the rocks and hills, and then crashing
into the side of a small wooden bridge
Jon and I, going to see "Oklahoma."
For weeks, Maggie would beg me to sing
"Uncle Homer" to her and Bren before bed.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Back posting
Okay! Half hour at the computer! The problem has been that we do not have internet at our house across the street, so I have to come over to Mom's to post. The issue with that is...Maggie. During my last five second post, she managed to dump dirt on the floor, wash her hands in the toilet and get into Natalie's private supply of razors. So you see my dilemma. Jon's work schedule is nights so I have to stay over at my house with the girls during the quiet time that they are in bed.
So an update... There really has been so much that has happened. I guess I will start with the trip back from Ga, several weeks ago. I had been visiting Washington for a little while and was set to drive back on a Thursday, when I look up on Wednesday night and Jon walks into the kitchen. Everyone totally kept it secret that his parents had flown him to GA to drive back with me! I hadn't seen him in three weeks so it was really awesome.
On Thursday, we headed out to highway 20 which is essentially the only road you are on for 15 hours. We met up with my sister Natalie and our close friend Summer who were each in separate cars all caravaning out to to Texas together. Everything went fine until Alabama. I looked up from my book to see that Summer had pulled off of the highway behind us, so we all pulled off and Jon went to see what was wrong. Basically her car had completely shut down. This occurred at 3:40 p.m.
Her gas gauge didn't work so we hoped that it was just empty and drove to the nearest exit to get gas. Summer and I kept the kids while Jon and Natalie went back to try the gas.
Yep, no results. We then started to brainstorm about what to do, we are still 10 hours from Texas and Jon had to work the next night. We hit upon a truly brilliant idea and called information for a U-Haul. We actually found one open(by this time it was 5:06 p.m.) and we went to investigate.
We pulled up to this completely rundown motel? I think it used to be a movie theater, because it still had the old marquis signs that have the little light bulbs all around and hold the movie posters. There was an old Coke machine and planters on either side of the door with little dead trailing things that used to be flowers. On the bright side we could see the tops of the U-Haul trailers that were sticking up from the weeds, so we figured we were in the right place. In the "foyer" there was a 1970's TV on the counter facing the questionable chairs. The wallpaper was obviously applied by someone inebriated and the parts of the chair rail border that were still on the walls were slanted. We were met by a strange lady that talked really fast and wouldn't look you in the eye. We told her the scenario, and she fired up the old computer in the back room.
The internet was down (big surprise) so she told us that she would call her manager. She attempted to do so while we waited without touching anything, and she came back to tell us that he was out and it would be a little while until she could talk with him. We decided to get a bite to eat and conveniently, there was a Pizza Hut right next door.
We pulled into the parking lot and tried to find some cement to park on. Jon and I unloaded the kids and and the whole crew entered the dining establishment. The good news was that there was no wait...the bad news was that the locals obviously knew something that we didn't yet. The waitress came right over and told us cheerfully that although they carried Pepsi products, they were out of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper and Root beer. I ordered a sweet tea thinking smugly that I sure was glad I didn't like carbonated beverages.
Pride goes before a fall as they say and my sweet tea tasted like the smell of raw sewage. I gagged and as politely as I could, asked for a water. As I gazed into the murky depths I prayed for safety and braved a small sip. Honestly, at this point I was in a terrible mood and remarked loudly that if the Lord had made the Egyptians water turn to this instead of blood, there would only have been one plague needed to free the Israelites. As Jon begged me to be quiet, I realized that the music in the background was the 80's song that goes "Kick em' when they're up, kick em when they're down." After I gathered up the children's water from them I noticed that every third ceiling tile was moldy and the wallpaper was falling off the walls here as well. When "dinner"was finally over, we headed back to the "motel" to see if the manager had arrived.
Natalie and I walked in and were informed that the guy would not be there for another hour and a half, and that he would try to meet us at the truck stop down the road, but there were no guarantees that he could let us take one of his trailers. My husband is usually a mild mannered man, but he informed the woman that she could tell her manager that we would be driving to Mississippi to get a trailer, and we left. All of us went back to the car to retrieve what we could and we had to leave it for a tow truck.
Maggie had woken up in Shreveport and stayed awake talking for three hours. Some of the monologue went something like this... "Mommy, I really need you to bathe me because I went running with Chloe and got all dirty and my hair is GREASY and I need you to wash it and Aunt Nonny has BUGOTS on her car!"(she rambled about "bugots" for two hours before we realized that Summer had told us that she pointed the bug guts out to Maggie earlier) "Mommy what stinks?" Brennah- "I think that it is a skunk!" Maggie- No it's the BUGOTS! They stink really bad!" Brennah-"No, I 'm pretty sure that it's a skunk." Maggie- "Okay, it's a SCARY skunk, and God will protect us, and I will beat it with my shoes and it will die! Okay?" I was laughing so hard at this point I could barely breathe and poor Natalie who had gotten into my car for some well needed sleep didn't even get a catnap. When we finally got toDallas, Brennah piped up in the back seat, "Mommy I hear a voice in my head." I was actually really excited because I have been telling her that when it is time, the Lord will speak to her to come into her heart. I asked her carefully, Is it the Lord honey? I don't know mommy! Well, what is it saying to you? It's saying, BRENNAH EAT THE WHOLE BOX OF CRACKERS!!!!!! Well we finally made it and we are all alive.
So an update... There really has been so much that has happened. I guess I will start with the trip back from Ga, several weeks ago. I had been visiting Washington for a little while and was set to drive back on a Thursday, when I look up on Wednesday night and Jon walks into the kitchen. Everyone totally kept it secret that his parents had flown him to GA to drive back with me! I hadn't seen him in three weeks so it was really awesome.
On Thursday, we headed out to highway 20 which is essentially the only road you are on for 15 hours. We met up with my sister Natalie and our close friend Summer who were each in separate cars all caravaning out to to Texas together. Everything went fine until Alabama. I looked up from my book to see that Summer had pulled off of the highway behind us, so we all pulled off and Jon went to see what was wrong. Basically her car had completely shut down. This occurred at 3:40 p.m.
Her gas gauge didn't work so we hoped that it was just empty and drove to the nearest exit to get gas. Summer and I kept the kids while Jon and Natalie went back to try the gas.
Yep, no results. We then started to brainstorm about what to do, we are still 10 hours from Texas and Jon had to work the next night. We hit upon a truly brilliant idea and called information for a U-Haul. We actually found one open(by this time it was 5:06 p.m.) and we went to investigate.
We pulled up to this completely rundown motel? I think it used to be a movie theater, because it still had the old marquis signs that have the little light bulbs all around and hold the movie posters. There was an old Coke machine and planters on either side of the door with little dead trailing things that used to be flowers. On the bright side we could see the tops of the U-Haul trailers that were sticking up from the weeds, so we figured we were in the right place. In the "foyer" there was a 1970's TV on the counter facing the questionable chairs. The wallpaper was obviously applied by someone inebriated and the parts of the chair rail border that were still on the walls were slanted. We were met by a strange lady that talked really fast and wouldn't look you in the eye. We told her the scenario, and she fired up the old computer in the back room.
The internet was down (big surprise) so she told us that she would call her manager. She attempted to do so while we waited without touching anything, and she came back to tell us that he was out and it would be a little while until she could talk with him. We decided to get a bite to eat and conveniently, there was a Pizza Hut right next door.
We pulled into the parking lot and tried to find some cement to park on. Jon and I unloaded the kids and and the whole crew entered the dining establishment. The good news was that there was no wait...the bad news was that the locals obviously knew something that we didn't yet. The waitress came right over and told us cheerfully that although they carried Pepsi products, they were out of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper and Root beer. I ordered a sweet tea thinking smugly that I sure was glad I didn't like carbonated beverages.
Pride goes before a fall as they say and my sweet tea tasted like the smell of raw sewage. I gagged and as politely as I could, asked for a water. As I gazed into the murky depths I prayed for safety and braved a small sip. Honestly, at this point I was in a terrible mood and remarked loudly that if the Lord had made the Egyptians water turn to this instead of blood, there would only have been one plague needed to free the Israelites. As Jon begged me to be quiet, I realized that the music in the background was the 80's song that goes "Kick em' when they're up, kick em when they're down." After I gathered up the children's water from them I noticed that every third ceiling tile was moldy and the wallpaper was falling off the walls here as well. When "dinner"was finally over, we headed back to the "motel" to see if the manager had arrived.
Natalie and I walked in and were informed that the guy would not be there for another hour and a half, and that he would try to meet us at the truck stop down the road, but there were no guarantees that he could let us take one of his trailers. My husband is usually a mild mannered man, but he informed the woman that she could tell her manager that we would be driving to Mississippi to get a trailer, and we left. All of us went back to the car to retrieve what we could and we had to leave it for a tow truck.
Maggie had woken up in Shreveport and stayed awake talking for three hours. Some of the monologue went something like this... "Mommy, I really need you to bathe me because I went running with Chloe and got all dirty and my hair is GREASY and I need you to wash it and Aunt Nonny has BUGOTS on her car!"(she rambled about "bugots" for two hours before we realized that Summer had told us that she pointed the bug guts out to Maggie earlier) "Mommy what stinks?" Brennah- "I think that it is a skunk!" Maggie- No it's the BUGOTS! They stink really bad!" Brennah-"No, I 'm pretty sure that it's a skunk." Maggie- "Okay, it's a SCARY skunk, and God will protect us, and I will beat it with my shoes and it will die! Okay?" I was laughing so hard at this point I could barely breathe and poor Natalie who had gotten into my car for some well needed sleep didn't even get a catnap. When we finally got toDallas, Brennah piped up in the back seat, "Mommy I hear a voice in my head." I was actually really excited because I have been telling her that when it is time, the Lord will speak to her to come into her heart. I asked her carefully, Is it the Lord honey? I don't know mommy! Well, what is it saying to you? It's saying, BRENNAH EAT THE WHOLE BOX OF CRACKERS!!!!!! Well we finally made it and we are all alive.
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