I would love to stay and chat and tell you about Jake climbing up the slide the wrong way at the playground and falling and busting his lip and blood gushing everywhere, but I must go.
We've been having SUMMER weather the past few days and according to the weather report, summer is not actually here yet and we shouldn't expect this extravagant summertime treatment much longer. No, no. Meaning - rain and cooler temps are on their way once more.
Montanans are like a colony of ants. When it's cold you won't see many of them out and about (mostly because YOU are not out and about to see if anyone else is out and about, but that's a different story). When it's warm it's like everyone is connected to the same brain wave that makes them chant "Must go outside. Must go outside. Must go outside."
I've wondered what we must look like from the sky. You know...the same view you'd have leaning over an ant bed, watching the ants scurry along without any knowledge of your presence.
Anyway...
I've also been sporadically hard at work clearing the rocks out of the flower bed that I'm insisting on re-doing. You know, those "Flower Power Garden Makeover" posts from so long ago? I'll give an update later in the week when the temps have dropped again and I'm back in front of the computer screen, talking instead of doing.
Jake is okay, by the way. He loves it when he gets to suck on a piece of ice through a plastic baggie. Give him a pacifier or a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and he's fine.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Eventful Weekend Ahead
If you like Jessica stories, you're in luck because we seem to be full of them lately.
The other day Stan and I were talking about our upcoming schedule. This weekend is going to be full, complete with a birthday party (not one of ours), a graduation (not one of ours), a changed church schedule (because of the graduation), and...drum roll, please...a date! Yes. A date! Just the mommy and the daddy. No kids. Can you believe it?! It's our anniversary - eleven whole years. Thank you, thankyouverymuch.
And where does Jessica fit into all of that, you ask? Well, as we were trying to get it all sorted out in our heads she pipes up...
"And I'm in a Grape Peeling Contest!"
I guess she felt left out and since we always go to Mackenzie's and Rebecca's school events, she wanted us to come see one of her events.
Why she chose "Grape Peeling Contest" we'll never know. But I'm sure she'd be great at it. I think she's sure she'd be great at it too, even though she made it up.
Have a great weekend!!!
And be sure to practice that grape peeling. Just in case there's a contest.
The other day Stan and I were talking about our upcoming schedule. This weekend is going to be full, complete with a birthday party (not one of ours), a graduation (not one of ours), a changed church schedule (because of the graduation), and...drum roll, please...a date! Yes. A date! Just the mommy and the daddy. No kids. Can you believe it?! It's our anniversary - eleven whole years. Thank you, thankyouverymuch.
And where does Jessica fit into all of that, you ask? Well, as we were trying to get it all sorted out in our heads she pipes up...
"And I'm in a Grape Peeling Contest!"
I guess she felt left out and since we always go to Mackenzie's and Rebecca's school events, she wanted us to come see one of her events.
Why she chose "Grape Peeling Contest" we'll never know. But I'm sure she'd be great at it. I think she's sure she'd be great at it too, even though she made it up.
Have a great weekend!!!
And be sure to practice that grape peeling. Just in case there's a contest.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Montana Menopause
Seems like no matter where you're at in the country people will say "if you don't like the weather, hang around for 5 minutes and it will change" (except maybe in California where they wish it would change). Well, Montana is one of those places.
We have 5 seasons here...Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Menopause. Some seasons are shorter than others but the Menopause season can happen any day of the year.
Here's how it works...
One spring day you wake up and it looks like it's going to be a nice, warm day. Hallelujah! It's a miracle! But you can't jump the gun because mornings are NEVER warm (except for when it's been in the 100's for a few days), so you still have to wear long pants and then layer four to ten shirts/jackets.
Sure enough it warms up nicely and you go outside and gradually start shedding layers until you decide it's TIME for shorts! Oh yes!
You go inside and change into shorts. Go back outside and enjoy the warm weather. You may even be sweating. It's HOT out there! Then within the span of 10 minutes the clouds cover the sun and your sweat turns to little ice drops all over your body.
You run inside and put the pants and all four to ten layers of shirts/jackets back on. Once outside you go about life as usual, until...
...the sun comes back out and you start shedding layers. Not to be fooled again you refuse to change back into shorts even though it seems you're enduring one never ending hot flash. You look up at the sky and there's just one tiny cloud left so you decide it's safe to don the shorts again.
Soon you are enjoying life outside grilling out and watching the kids play and you're not even thinking about the temperamental weather. I mean, it's Montana. We're used to it.
But then comes the severe mood swing. What once was a slight breeze turns into a monsoon (yeah, I know those don't technically happen in the mountains) and the lawn furniture is blowing across the yard. Your husband frantically pulls the meat off the grill, hoping it's cooked, but not too worried because it's elk he shot himself and you know you wont get some strange illness from eating it not fully cooked. (And if he had JUST put the meat on the fire he braves the weather alone because you're not about to stay out there freezing to death.)
You holler at the kids to get inside before they blow away too, sacrificing their bikes and other toys to the moody weather. Did you get everything inside and/or secure? You hope so.
After you've surrendered to the nasty weather and are curled up on the couch with your husband and 4 kids (or 3, and 1 running around entertaining everyone) you realize the windows have stopped rattling. You look outside and the mood swing is over and it's shorts weather again, calm and happy as could be. As if nothing ever happened.
Until the next hot flash, anyway.
Like I said. It could happen any day of the year, to any degree. We lost our trampoline and the kids' playhouse last year to one of those mood swings.
We have 5 seasons here...Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, and Menopause. Some seasons are shorter than others but the Menopause season can happen any day of the year.
Here's how it works...
One spring day you wake up and it looks like it's going to be a nice, warm day. Hallelujah! It's a miracle! But you can't jump the gun because mornings are NEVER warm (except for when it's been in the 100's for a few days), so you still have to wear long pants and then layer four to ten shirts/jackets.
Sure enough it warms up nicely and you go outside and gradually start shedding layers until you decide it's TIME for shorts! Oh yes!
You go inside and change into shorts. Go back outside and enjoy the warm weather. You may even be sweating. It's HOT out there! Then within the span of 10 minutes the clouds cover the sun and your sweat turns to little ice drops all over your body.
You run inside and put the pants and all four to ten layers of shirts/jackets back on. Once outside you go about life as usual, until...
...the sun comes back out and you start shedding layers. Not to be fooled again you refuse to change back into shorts even though it seems you're enduring one never ending hot flash. You look up at the sky and there's just one tiny cloud left so you decide it's safe to don the shorts again.
Soon you are enjoying life outside grilling out and watching the kids play and you're not even thinking about the temperamental weather. I mean, it's Montana. We're used to it.
But then comes the severe mood swing. What once was a slight breeze turns into a monsoon (yeah, I know those don't technically happen in the mountains) and the lawn furniture is blowing across the yard. Your husband frantically pulls the meat off the grill, hoping it's cooked, but not too worried because it's elk he shot himself and you know you wont get some strange illness from eating it not fully cooked. (And if he had JUST put the meat on the fire he braves the weather alone because you're not about to stay out there freezing to death.)
You holler at the kids to get inside before they blow away too, sacrificing their bikes and other toys to the moody weather. Did you get everything inside and/or secure? You hope so.
After you've surrendered to the nasty weather and are curled up on the couch with your husband and 4 kids (or 3, and 1 running around entertaining everyone) you realize the windows have stopped rattling. You look outside and the mood swing is over and it's shorts weather again, calm and happy as could be. As if nothing ever happened.
Until the next hot flash, anyway.
Like I said. It could happen any day of the year, to any degree. We lost our trampoline and the kids' playhouse last year to one of those mood swings.
Oh and part of the fence too. Notice the trampoline landed in the lot next door (so thankful there is no house there!)
It also happened one Easter right in the MIDDLE of the egg hunt. Those babies were so cold they didn't care if they found all the eggs. They were running inside, I had them stop, they flashed a quick smile, I took a picture, and that was the end of the egg hunt.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Yum Yum Jalapeno Yum Yum
There's only so much northern "Mexican" food I can take. Being from the south, I've gotta have my spicy fix. Now granted, Stan's idea of a spicy fix is much, MUCH hotter than mine. But he humors me.
Every now and then we get a big craving for, what my side of the family calls, "Stan's Jalapenos" because well...it's his thang. Here's how you make 'em:
1. Buy, grow, beg, steal, or borrow a bunch of jalapenos (8-12 or so). They are sometimes hard to come by up here.
2. Chop off the end with the stem.
3. Slice each jalapeno in half long-ways.
4. Scoop out the seeds -n- such with a spoon. (Don't squirt yourself in the eye...not that I'd know that firsthand or anything. A-hem!)
5. Fill each half with cream cheese.
6. Sprinkle brown sugar on top of the cream cheese. Like this...
I was making these the other day and at this particular point is where I had the bright idea to take pictures and blog about it. So you missed all the other visual steps.
Mackenzie was helping. She was dishing out the brown sugar on the left...I was on the right. I like me some brown sugar! Her? Not so much. She doesn't like jalapenos either, but she asked to help and I wasn't about to question it.
And no, you dont have to have a plastic toy pony with bug-eyes watching you while you work.
Oh, and I do recommend taking off any rings from your fingers (see picture). Trust me, you do NOT want jalapeno juice settling in between your ring and finger. It burns! Like fire! Not right away...but within an hour or two. And just like if you wrote on yourself with a Sharpie marker...it just has to wear off. Again, not that I'd know that firsthand or anything.
I digress...
7. Where was I? Oh yeah...get some (thick sliced) bacon and cut all the strips in half...not length ways...just in half...so they're half as long as they used to be...whatever that's called.
8. Take one of the half-slices of bacon and wrap all the way around one stuffed jalapeno. (You can use toothpicks to keep them in place...or just wrap it so that the end is on bottom when you set it in the pan.)
9. Repeat #8 for each one. Place each wrapped jalapeno on a baking dish (with sides). I prefer to line the dish with foil (easier clean-up) and spray with cooking spray (so you're not eating little bits of foil that's stuck to your jalapeno). Like this...
10. Stick 'em in the oven. I always forget what temp...but I think I usually end up going with 400 degrees. And just bake 'em til the bacon is done. I dont remember how long it takes...probably 30-40 minutes or so. How's that for precise? The aroma is fabulous, so I can't stop myself from checking them every other minute.
I'd love to show you a picture of the finished product after they've cooked. But I lost my head and was in too much of a hurry to eat them, so taking a picture didn't even cross my mind until they were all gone. All of them. Oh, remorse. I didn't eat them ALL by myself. Stan helped. Some.
Every now and then we get a big craving for, what my side of the family calls, "Stan's Jalapenos" because well...it's his thang. Here's how you make 'em:
1. Buy, grow, beg, steal, or borrow a bunch of jalapenos (8-12 or so). They are sometimes hard to come by up here.
2. Chop off the end with the stem.
3. Slice each jalapeno in half long-ways.
4. Scoop out the seeds -n- such with a spoon. (Don't squirt yourself in the eye...not that I'd know that firsthand or anything. A-hem!)
5. Fill each half with cream cheese.
6. Sprinkle brown sugar on top of the cream cheese. Like this...
I was making these the other day and at this particular point is where I had the bright idea to take pictures and blog about it. So you missed all the other visual steps.
Mackenzie was helping. She was dishing out the brown sugar on the left...I was on the right. I like me some brown sugar! Her? Not so much. She doesn't like jalapenos either, but she asked to help and I wasn't about to question it.
And no, you dont have to have a plastic toy pony with bug-eyes watching you while you work.
Oh, and I do recommend taking off any rings from your fingers (see picture). Trust me, you do NOT want jalapeno juice settling in between your ring and finger. It burns! Like fire! Not right away...but within an hour or two. And just like if you wrote on yourself with a Sharpie marker...it just has to wear off. Again, not that I'd know that firsthand or anything.
I digress...
7. Where was I? Oh yeah...get some (thick sliced) bacon and cut all the strips in half...not length ways...just in half...so they're half as long as they used to be...whatever that's called.
8. Take one of the half-slices of bacon and wrap all the way around one stuffed jalapeno. (You can use toothpicks to keep them in place...or just wrap it so that the end is on bottom when you set it in the pan.)
9. Repeat #8 for each one. Place each wrapped jalapeno on a baking dish (with sides). I prefer to line the dish with foil (easier clean-up) and spray with cooking spray (so you're not eating little bits of foil that's stuck to your jalapeno). Like this...
10. Stick 'em in the oven. I always forget what temp...but I think I usually end up going with 400 degrees. And just bake 'em til the bacon is done. I dont remember how long it takes...probably 30-40 minutes or so. How's that for precise? The aroma is fabulous, so I can't stop myself from checking them every other minute.
I'd love to show you a picture of the finished product after they've cooked. But I lost my head and was in too much of a hurry to eat them, so taking a picture didn't even cross my mind until they were all gone. All of them. Oh, remorse. I didn't eat them ALL by myself. Stan helped. Some.
Friday, May 9, 2008
You Mean There's Two?!
Yesterday I went to the dentist. Finally.
I'm embarrassed to say that it had been 4 years since I'd been and I was really dreading it. We had moved twice since I'd gone before and I just really hate trying out new doctors/dentists/optometrists/etc. I also tend to put "me" off and make sure the kids get all the appointments they need. It's not right or ok, but we moms tend to do that, don't we?
As the assistant was shoving the sharp plastic contraptions for the x-rays, one by one, into my mouth we talked about...our kids. Shocking, I know. Come to find out, she also had 3 girls then a boy and her third child's name is Jessica, and her Jessica and my Jessica have the very same personality. The. Very. Same. There was plenty of fodder for us to talk about.
Since her kids are older than mine (her Jessica is 14 years old, mine is 5) I just had to ask if it gets any easier. The short answer? Nope. Sorry. Her Jessica told her recently that she wants to ride a bull. For some reason that didn't surprise me in the least, knowing my Jessica.
But even though our Jessicas will provide us with plenty of grey hair, we both can see the amazing potential for their lives. They are full of fire and passion and aren't scared to take a leap. Whether they look first is another matter. But they aren't scared to find out what's going to happen. In fact, sometimes they know full well the future punishment/consequence if they go thru with [insert any action here] and will proceed without a hint of hesitation.
That's where Jessica and I are so different. I'm a scaredy cat. She's a tiger. I'm cautious. She throws caution to the wind. I weigh the situation carefully. She races full speed ahead and asks questions later. I watch and wonder. She does and knows.
Yes, Jessica could "drive me to drinkin'," as they say, but what an adventure she is. She is like watching an action movie where you think you could never do that (but wish you could) and are amazed and impressed with the character's courage and ability.
Jessica, I cant wait to find out what you do with your life. I hope I never crush your spirit in my attempts to teach you and train you for a godly (and obedient) life. Without direction, you'd just be wild for wild's sake. But by God's grace and mercy may I aim you, my arrow, straight and true. And when I let go, I can trust God to propel you straight to his bulls eye. (Just please, no bull riding, ok?)
I'm embarrassed to say that it had been 4 years since I'd been and I was really dreading it. We had moved twice since I'd gone before and I just really hate trying out new doctors/dentists/optometrists/etc. I also tend to put "me" off and make sure the kids get all the appointments they need. It's not right or ok, but we moms tend to do that, don't we?
As the assistant was shoving the sharp plastic contraptions for the x-rays, one by one, into my mouth we talked about...our kids. Shocking, I know. Come to find out, she also had 3 girls then a boy and her third child's name is Jessica, and her Jessica and my Jessica have the very same personality. The. Very. Same. There was plenty of fodder for us to talk about.
Since her kids are older than mine (her Jessica is 14 years old, mine is 5) I just had to ask if it gets any easier. The short answer? Nope. Sorry. Her Jessica told her recently that she wants to ride a bull. For some reason that didn't surprise me in the least, knowing my Jessica.
But even though our Jessicas will provide us with plenty of grey hair, we both can see the amazing potential for their lives. They are full of fire and passion and aren't scared to take a leap. Whether they look first is another matter. But they aren't scared to find out what's going to happen. In fact, sometimes they know full well the future punishment/consequence if they go thru with [insert any action here] and will proceed without a hint of hesitation.
That's where Jessica and I are so different. I'm a scaredy cat. She's a tiger. I'm cautious. She throws caution to the wind. I weigh the situation carefully. She races full speed ahead and asks questions later. I watch and wonder. She does and knows.
Yes, Jessica could "drive me to drinkin'," as they say, but what an adventure she is. She is like watching an action movie where you think you could never do that (but wish you could) and are amazed and impressed with the character's courage and ability.
Jessica, I cant wait to find out what you do with your life. I hope I never crush your spirit in my attempts to teach you and train you for a godly (and obedient) life. Without direction, you'd just be wild for wild's sake. But by God's grace and mercy may I aim you, my arrow, straight and true. And when I let go, I can trust God to propel you straight to his bulls eye. (Just please, no bull riding, ok?)
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
All Work And No Play?
Of course not!
We had a work day on Saturday. We'refixin' to getting ready to put up a fence around the property but needed to do some dirt work first. Of course while we had the equipment we got some other things done around the place as well. Or I should say that Stan did. I cleaned house to get ready for church meeting at our place the next day.
If Jake was outside (which he was unless I had taken him inside, kicking and screaming, because he needed a nap - needed) then he was on the Kubota with Daddy. Don't argue with him. Just put him on the Kubota and no one will get hurt.
We had a work day on Saturday. We're
If Jake was outside (which he was unless I had taken him inside, kicking and screaming, because he needed a nap - needed) then he was on the Kubota with Daddy. Don't argue with him. Just put him on the Kubota and no one will get hurt.
You're not leaving without me!
I can do this. It didn't look too hard. Now, what did this lever do?
Of course we put the girls to work. It's one of those things where you show them what to do, two or ten times, then they do it some other way, completely ignoring all instructions. That's when you ask yourself...do I loose it and blow up all over them? or do I just walk away?
Decisions, decisions.
Many times I can't seem to help but blow up. It just bubbles up and before I know it, fire is coming from my nostrils. But that day I just walked away. Today, they may not be so lucky.
Actually, they are really good helpers most of the time. Especially if they can't see each other while they work.
Then, there's play. Oh silly kids, you make me laugh.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Taco Soup
Linda over at 2nd Cup of Coffee is in a desperate situation. She's got college boys storming her house soon and she needs food ideas! So this is for you, Linda...
I got this recipe from Jenni's mom back when we were in college. It was one of the few "real" foods we ate. And boy, did we eat it!
It's still a staple in my house and I get all kinds of compliments on it...here up north where they've never heard of such a (southern) thing. Taco Soup? You put tacos in a soup? No. But did I mention that it's GOOD?
Taco Soup
1 lb ground beef, browned & drained
1 can corn (I drain mine...depends on how "soupy" you want it)
1 can pinto beans
1 can Ranch Style beans (or "chili beans" will do if you can't find "Ranch Style" up north...and right now my southern readers are gasping in disbelief that Ranch Style beans aren't available everyhere....sadly, neither is Sonic or Chic-Fil-A)
1 can diced tomatoes
1 can diced Rotel tomatoes
1 small can diced black olives
1 pkg taco seasoning (dry mix)
1 pkg Ranch dressing (dry mix)
Mix all ingredients & cook for 30 minutes in big pot (or cook in crock pot). To serve - crush plain Dorito or Tostito style chips in bowl, pour soup on top, sprinkle with schredded cheese.
I got this recipe from Jenni's mom back when we were in college. It was one of the few "real" foods we ate. And boy, did we eat it!
It's still a staple in my house and I get all kinds of compliments on it...here up north where they've never heard of such a (southern) thing. Taco Soup? You put tacos in a soup? No. But did I mention that it's GOOD?
Taco Soup
1 lb ground beef, browned & drained
1 can corn (I drain mine...depends on how "soupy" you want it)
1 can pinto beans
1 can Ranch Style beans (or "chili beans" will do if you can't find "Ranch Style" up north...and right now my southern readers are gasping in disbelief that Ranch Style beans aren't available everyhere....sadly, neither is Sonic or Chic-Fil-A)
1 can diced tomatoes
1 can diced Rotel tomatoes
1 small can diced black olives
1 pkg taco seasoning (dry mix)
1 pkg Ranch dressing (dry mix)
Mix all ingredients & cook for 30 minutes in big pot (or cook in crock pot). To serve - crush plain Dorito or Tostito style chips in bowl, pour soup on top, sprinkle with schredded cheese.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Note
The other day we actually had really nice weather. Shocking, I know. (It was snowing this morning.)
When it came time to make the Kindergarten run we did the usual -
everyone hurry up, we gotta go...
brush your teeth and hair...
get your shoes on...
those clothes don't match...
hurry up and change them...
don't argue with me...
they don't match and you're not going to school looking like that...
here, wear this...
I know you don't want to but we gotta hurry...
what do you mean you're not finished with lunch?...
why did you get up and play if you're not finished?...
take it with you...
hurry up we gotta go...
wash your face...
where are your shoes?...
look in your closet...
why are they not in your closet?...
where did you take them off?...
look under the couch...
look in the sunroom...
oh, just wear your snow boots...
hurry up we gotta go...
get your jacket and backpack...
did you wash your face?
And somewhere in there I just grabbed Jake, the innocent by-stander, and stuck him in the car, as is. However, "as is" meant he wasn't wearing socks and shoes, which was fine because I didn't plan on him getting out until we got back home.
But, like I said, it was a nice day. Oh, nice days, why are you so few and far between?
After we drop Rebecca off for Kindergarten, Jessica asked if we could go to the park. She was right...it'd be a nice day for it.
Alas! I didn't bring Jake's shoes! So we didn't go. We just went home, besides I had things I needed to do. Jessica was heartbroken and asked if I would bring Jake's shoes next time. I'm sure I mumbled something like "uh-huh, buckle up."
Then it went something like this:
Jessica: Mom, do you have a piece of paper?
Me: No.
Jessica: Do you have a pen?
Me: No. (liar...I probably did, just didn't want to dig for it and I wasn't about to let her operate an ink pen while sitting on the leather seats of the Excursion, lest we forget her destructive ways.)
Jessica: (silence. Wow! Really? Silence?)
Jessica: Here, Mom. Keep this. (handing me a piece of torn Wendy's napkin, thankfully it was unused)
Me: What's this for? (like my grammar?)
Jessica: It's a note for you to remember to bring Jake's shoes next time so we can go to the park.
Oh yes. I'm Supermom! I've always got it together. I never miss a beat. My kids are always perfectly tended to and ready to go at a moment's notice. I'm on the ball.
That's why my 5 year old knows to write me notes to help me remember stuff. Even though the only words she can write on her own are: JESSICA (with a backwards J), CAT, MOM, and DAD.
I wonder what she would have written if I'd actually given her a pen.
When it came time to make the Kindergarten run we did the usual -
everyone hurry up, we gotta go...
brush your teeth and hair...
get your shoes on...
those clothes don't match...
hurry up and change them...
don't argue with me...
they don't match and you're not going to school looking like that...
here, wear this...
I know you don't want to but we gotta hurry...
what do you mean you're not finished with lunch?...
why did you get up and play if you're not finished?...
take it with you...
hurry up we gotta go...
wash your face...
where are your shoes?...
look in your closet...
why are they not in your closet?...
where did you take them off?...
look under the couch...
look in the sunroom...
oh, just wear your snow boots...
hurry up we gotta go...
get your jacket and backpack...
did you wash your face?
And somewhere in there I just grabbed Jake, the innocent by-stander, and stuck him in the car, as is. However, "as is" meant he wasn't wearing socks and shoes, which was fine because I didn't plan on him getting out until we got back home.
But, like I said, it was a nice day. Oh, nice days, why are you so few and far between?
After we drop Rebecca off for Kindergarten, Jessica asked if we could go to the park. She was right...it'd be a nice day for it.
Alas! I didn't bring Jake's shoes! So we didn't go. We just went home, besides I had things I needed to do. Jessica was heartbroken and asked if I would bring Jake's shoes next time. I'm sure I mumbled something like "uh-huh, buckle up."
Then it went something like this:
Jessica: Mom, do you have a piece of paper?
Me: No.
Jessica: Do you have a pen?
Me: No. (liar...I probably did, just didn't want to dig for it and I wasn't about to let her operate an ink pen while sitting on the leather seats of the Excursion, lest we forget her destructive ways.)
Jessica: (silence. Wow! Really? Silence?)
Jessica: Here, Mom. Keep this. (handing me a piece of torn Wendy's napkin, thankfully it was unused)
Me: What's this for? (like my grammar?)
Jessica: It's a note for you to remember to bring Jake's shoes next time so we can go to the park.
Oh yes. I'm Supermom! I've always got it together. I never miss a beat. My kids are always perfectly tended to and ready to go at a moment's notice. I'm on the ball.
That's why my 5 year old knows to write me notes to help me remember stuff. Even though the only words she can write on her own are: JESSICA (with a backwards J), CAT, MOM, and DAD.
I wonder what she would have written if I'd actually given her a pen.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Picture Catch-up
Making a train and running around the living room:
Peek-a-boo!!!
Rebecca's front tooth is finally coming in:
Silly goose!
The little turkey climbed up there all by himself. Note the bare feet:
Cooooooooool
The girls helping the guys get ready to go fishing:
Monday, April 28, 2008
Oh Hannah Hannah Bo Bannah
Considering I live under a rock most days I hadn't heard about the Miley Cyrus photos that have come out. Being a mom of Hannah Montana fans, this is just so disheartening.
The article I read (on msn) says that Miley thought the photo shoot was supposed to be "artistic" and so participated in a shot of her clutching a silk sheet with her bare back exposed.
Oh Miley.
Where were your parents? Supposedly they were there, but supposedly they left before that shot. Who knows, supposedly?
But your daddy should know how this business works and should have been there to say, with his southern accent, "Honey, that's not art. They just want to exploit you. There are dirty old men (and young men) that just want to see you naked and that person telling you this is "art" just wants to make lots of money off of how naive you are. Let me tell you about the birds and the bees, darlin'."
*sigh*
Yes, I'm aware that there's probably more to the story than what we're told...and there's always many sides to every story. But I can still have an opinion on what little I know.
Bottom line...Daddy's Don't Let Your Babies Take Risque Photos (maybe that should be the title of a country song?)
And before I end this rant, I just want to know how ignorant/blind people are? I mean, does history not teach us anything? Have they not learned from previous teen stars and how their exploits and star-studded decisions have ruined them? Does any one care about said star or are they just looking at how they can make the biggest buck?
The article I read (on msn) says that Miley thought the photo shoot was supposed to be "artistic" and so participated in a shot of her clutching a silk sheet with her bare back exposed.
Oh Miley.
Where were your parents? Supposedly they were there, but supposedly they left before that shot. Who knows, supposedly?
But your daddy should know how this business works and should have been there to say, with his southern accent, "Honey, that's not art. They just want to exploit you. There are dirty old men (and young men) that just want to see you naked and that person telling you this is "art" just wants to make lots of money off of how naive you are. Let me tell you about the birds and the bees, darlin'."
*sigh*
Yes, I'm aware that there's probably more to the story than what we're told...and there's always many sides to every story. But I can still have an opinion on what little I know.
Bottom line...Daddy's Don't Let Your Babies Take Risque Photos (maybe that should be the title of a country song?)
And before I end this rant, I just want to know how ignorant/blind people are? I mean, does history not teach us anything? Have they not learned from previous teen stars and how their exploits and star-studded decisions have ruined them? Does any one care about said star or are they just looking at how they can make the biggest buck?
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