Alright... you know I can't leave this at 5 words. I'm walking down a main aisle at Walmart and see these and I HAD to take a picture. What are these and who would really wear them?? I think that I've almost seen everything.
Friday, July 24, 2009
5 WORDS...
WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS?????
Alright... you know I can't leave this at 5 words. I'm walking down a main aisle at Walmart and see these and I HAD to take a picture. What are these and who would really wear them?? I think that I've almost seen everything.
Alright... you know I can't leave this at 5 words. I'm walking down a main aisle at Walmart and see these and I HAD to take a picture. What are these and who would really wear them?? I think that I've almost seen everything.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
4th of July...
The 4th of July seemed kind of dull this year. I'm not sure why. It just was. Everyone was gone somewhere. So we did our usual Middleton Parade. My parents and my Grandma Sager were there too. The Middleton First Baptist Church (the church we attended the first 3 years of my life) had a BBQ, a yard full of jumpers and a huge fishing tank. Before the parade, the kids fished for at least 20 minutes. Briyanna had a big one on but lost it right before she got it out of the water. We watched the parade. The kids did their usual "Drenching by Firemen" at the end of the parade. I still don't quite get this. But then, I HATE water. It was kind of fun watching a guy that had a cooler full of ice and water balloons throwing the balloons at unsuspecting paraders. Some of the looks of shock were priceless. After the parade, we did some more fishing. Briyanna finally caught a fish after about 30 minutes. Ethan's took about 45 minutes.
Then we went out to my mom and dad's house. My Aunt Joann, Uncle Larry and cousin Casey came to that. We had a BBQ and just hung out for the whole day, doing nothin'! We had a bunch of laughs. FOX!!!!!!!!!!! You'll have to ask me about that sometime. I might tell you if I'm not too embarrassed. Or ask my Aunt Joann. She tells the story best. My mom wanted her toe nails painted. So I gave her a pedicure. Eww... feet kinda bother me, but I thought I should be a good daughter. That made all the girls want their toe nails done too.
And Berlyn lost her very first tooth!! I didn't even know she had loose teeth! I had been gone all week at church camp and so on Saturday, she says her teeth hurt, they're looser than loose and the new teeth are already up behind it. So out it came.
If you know my kids, they all have really good imaginations. So Berlyn and Ethan were inside my parent's garage looking for the cat when they stumbled upon a pool of dried up blood. Okay, it was really from a can of paint that my dad dropped over a year ago. Berlyn knew right where the chalk was, laid down and Ethan traced her body for the body outline of a crime scene... bent leg and all. It was funny! We all laughed for a long time over that one.
Briyanna had to show off the monster bruise that she got up at church camp doing self defense skills class. It got much worse before it got better.
And of course...fireworks at Caldwell with my parents, my brother, Randy, and his family, his (Randy's) friend and family, Rob's parents and Rob's brother, Jeramy, and family- 23 of us in all on the side of the road. So there is a little story about this. Last year, their fireworks were GREAT! Like 30 minutes long and just really good. This year, no... They lasted 8 minutes. Seriously. Apparently, they started late and the guys doing them just wanted to be done. So they quit. It was very disappointing.
Then we finished off the night at Rob's parent's house. Jeramy had bought a bunch of fireworks to shoot off. And we had yummy homemade vanilla ice cream made with homemade vanilla and vodka. It was REALLY good.
Then we went out to my mom and dad's house. My Aunt Joann, Uncle Larry and cousin Casey came to that. We had a BBQ and just hung out for the whole day, doing nothin'! We had a bunch of laughs. FOX!!!!!!!!!!! You'll have to ask me about that sometime. I might tell you if I'm not too embarrassed. Or ask my Aunt Joann. She tells the story best. My mom wanted her toe nails painted. So I gave her a pedicure. Eww... feet kinda bother me, but I thought I should be a good daughter. That made all the girls want their toe nails done too.
And Berlyn lost her very first tooth!! I didn't even know she had loose teeth! I had been gone all week at church camp and so on Saturday, she says her teeth hurt, they're looser than loose and the new teeth are already up behind it. So out it came.
If you know my kids, they all have really good imaginations. So Berlyn and Ethan were inside my parent's garage looking for the cat when they stumbled upon a pool of dried up blood. Okay, it was really from a can of paint that my dad dropped over a year ago. Berlyn knew right where the chalk was, laid down and Ethan traced her body for the body outline of a crime scene... bent leg and all. It was funny! We all laughed for a long time over that one.
Briyanna had to show off the monster bruise that she got up at church camp doing self defense skills class. It got much worse before it got better.
And of course...fireworks at Caldwell with my parents, my brother, Randy, and his family, his (Randy's) friend and family, Rob's parents and Rob's brother, Jeramy, and family- 23 of us in all on the side of the road. So there is a little story about this. Last year, their fireworks were GREAT! Like 30 minutes long and just really good. This year, no... They lasted 8 minutes. Seriously. Apparently, they started late and the guys doing them just wanted to be done. So they quit. It was very disappointing.
Then we finished off the night at Rob's parent's house. Jeramy had bought a bunch of fireworks to shoot off. And we had yummy homemade vanilla ice cream made with homemade vanilla and vodka. It was REALLY good.
Monday, July 6, 2009
A Week to Forget...
My week really wasn't all that bad. I'm speaking specifically about June 28-July 4th. But if you talk to some of my other family members, it really was a bad week. I'll be selfish and talk about me first, mostly because it is boring! Kind of at the last minute (a few days ahead of time), we, Rob and I, decided to go up to church camp and work for the week. It was Jr. Camp (5th and 6th grade boys and girls). I went as a cabin leader, Rob as a night watchman and riflery (BB gun) instructor. I had 2 of my kids up there along with my nephew, Brenden, and Ethan's friend/ Briyanna's classmate, Cody. Honestly, it was fairly uneventful. My team won the week's competition, I went on a canoe ride (is it pathetic to admit that it was my first time?), and best of all, I didn't have to clean or make dinner. Oh, and a little boy threw a rock at me and then told me I couldn't catch him cuz I was an old lady. Well, I caught him and he never threw another rock at me, or called me an old lady, for that matter, for the rest of the week. Enough about me...
So, this is the fun stuff. My mom had called to ask me if we could come over and help burn the road and hillside. My dad had surgery about 2 years ago on his back and really hasn't been the same. He was out on a job about 4 weeks ago and fell in a corrugated row and tweaked his back up and can hardly walk. He is supposed to be on bed rest (something impossible for him) so he can be back to work soon. Well, we went out of town and I forgot about the burn so my mom asked my brother, who lives pretty much next door, to help with his boys. Randy, my brother, decides to burn next to his place first to keep it from getting out of hand and burning down his place. Long story short... that backfired. After they got done burning, what he had burned to keep his place from burning down flared up and caught the bushes next to the house on fire. The 20 ft high bushes. Randy only had a piddly little garden hose with barely a tickle of water coming out of it. A highway department truck that hauls water to wet down gravel roads happened to be driving by and pulled into the yard, turned on his water and put it out. Another 10 minutes and the house probably would have burned down. Get this... the fire department wouldn't send out a fire truck because my dad didn't know the address number of my brother's. How ridiculous. I told my dad he should have lied and gave them his own address since they're next door. They would have realized which place was up in flames. AND... I didn't hear about this from my parents. I got a voice mail from my friend saying she was driving by a house on Middleton Road and there was a woman outside that looked like my mom fighting a fire with a shovel. And then a second voice mail from her saying, yep, she's pretty sure it's my mom and that there are fire trucks arriving at the house at the bottom of the hill. I get the messages and wait about an hour. I figure if all hell is breaking loose, this isn't the time to bug them. Then I call. She doesn't say anything about it. So I ask, what's this I hear about firetrucks coming out to your place? I'm not sure she was going to tell me!!
My parents have a little history with these hillside fires getting out of hand. This is the 4th time that the firetrucks have had to come out and take care of my dad's little fires. In my dad's defense, they really have not been his fault, except for one. It's just fun to tease him about them.
So, this is the fun stuff. My mom had called to ask me if we could come over and help burn the road and hillside. My dad had surgery about 2 years ago on his back and really hasn't been the same. He was out on a job about 4 weeks ago and fell in a corrugated row and tweaked his back up and can hardly walk. He is supposed to be on bed rest (something impossible for him) so he can be back to work soon. Well, we went out of town and I forgot about the burn so my mom asked my brother, who lives pretty much next door, to help with his boys. Randy, my brother, decides to burn next to his place first to keep it from getting out of hand and burning down his place. Long story short... that backfired. After they got done burning, what he had burned to keep his place from burning down flared up and caught the bushes next to the house on fire. The 20 ft high bushes. Randy only had a piddly little garden hose with barely a tickle of water coming out of it. A highway department truck that hauls water to wet down gravel roads happened to be driving by and pulled into the yard, turned on his water and put it out. Another 10 minutes and the house probably would have burned down. Get this... the fire department wouldn't send out a fire truck because my dad didn't know the address number of my brother's. How ridiculous. I told my dad he should have lied and gave them his own address since they're next door. They would have realized which place was up in flames. AND... I didn't hear about this from my parents. I got a voice mail from my friend saying she was driving by a house on Middleton Road and there was a woman outside that looked like my mom fighting a fire with a shovel. And then a second voice mail from her saying, yep, she's pretty sure it's my mom and that there are fire trucks arriving at the house at the bottom of the hill. I get the messages and wait about an hour. I figure if all hell is breaking loose, this isn't the time to bug them. Then I call. She doesn't say anything about it. So I ask, what's this I hear about firetrucks coming out to your place? I'm not sure she was going to tell me!!
My parents have a little history with these hillside fires getting out of hand. This is the 4th time that the firetrucks have had to come out and take care of my dad's little fires. In my dad's defense, they really have not been his fault, except for one. It's just fun to tease him about them.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My babies
I have the darn cutest kittens that I have already posted about. But... they bring so much laughter and joy into this house that I have to post more about them. I'm really hoping that when they are ready to go out into the world that Rob will let me keep them. The really bad thing is that no one really wants them, so I guess I'll just have to keep them. So here are the cuties...
MOM and BABIES
CAPPUCCINO
LUNA
CRYBABY
LUNA
CRYBABY
Monday, June 22, 2009
The garden...
I will be the first to admit... I don't have a green thumb. It's not even lime-green or yellow. It's definitely brown. So this year, we started the garden and I think that I've been doing pretty well on keeping up on it, most importantly, watering it. Here's a couple of pictures of my progress...
The radishes are doing GREAT! And I can see parsnips coming up. The cucumber on the end.. only time will tell if that's going to make it or not. The lettuce... not so hot. It just might be because Ethan didn't plant it like I thought he had. I'll plant it tomorrow. And there is some kind of hot pepper in there. I thought that I had bought a bell pepper and that's not what it is. Oh well, I'm sure Rob will enjoy it anyway.
Here's "our" tomatoes, Cel! This picture was taken on Friday (the 19th). I have since staked them up and Rob is going to build me a cage for them in the next few weeks.
LOOK WHAT ROB DISCOVERED TODAY ON THE TOMATO PLANT!!!
And... we have corn up. I'm not sure that it will be "knee high by the fourth of July," as the old farmers (my dad and uncle) say. But then again, these are 2 men that, for fun, take lawn chairs about 10 rows into a field and listen to the corn grow. I won't be doing that. I am hoping I'll at least get some corn off them by the first frost.
Another shot of the garden... 2 zucchinis (one has a bloom), a tomato and another cucumber plant.
And last. Ethan found the biggest rolly polly (not sure how to spell that) I have ever seen while weeding the garden last night. It was so big, I had to get a shot of it! The baby kittens got a kick out of chasing it around on the deck. Til it fell through the crack.
The radishes are doing GREAT! And I can see parsnips coming up. The cucumber on the end.. only time will tell if that's going to make it or not. The lettuce... not so hot. It just might be because Ethan didn't plant it like I thought he had. I'll plant it tomorrow. And there is some kind of hot pepper in there. I thought that I had bought a bell pepper and that's not what it is. Oh well, I'm sure Rob will enjoy it anyway.
Here's "our" tomatoes, Cel! This picture was taken on Friday (the 19th). I have since staked them up and Rob is going to build me a cage for them in the next few weeks.
LOOK WHAT ROB DISCOVERED TODAY ON THE TOMATO PLANT!!!
And... we have corn up. I'm not sure that it will be "knee high by the fourth of July," as the old farmers (my dad and uncle) say. But then again, these are 2 men that, for fun, take lawn chairs about 10 rows into a field and listen to the corn grow. I won't be doing that. I am hoping I'll at least get some corn off them by the first frost.
Another shot of the garden... 2 zucchinis (one has a bloom), a tomato and another cucumber plant.
And last. Ethan found the biggest rolly polly (not sure how to spell that) I have ever seen while weeding the garden last night. It was so big, I had to get a shot of it! The baby kittens got a kick out of chasing it around on the deck. Til it fell through the crack.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
This thing on my face...
So I have a very keen sense of smell. Abnormal, you might call it. I can sniff out things that the average person can't smell... but really, it's not a gift. I've always been this way. What a blessing I grew up on a dairy farm... lots of lovely smells there! I wanted to vomit every time my dad came in for the night. The smell was atrocious! I would go into details, but... yeah, I won't. And then when I got pregnant with Ethan, my sense of smell intensified with a vengeance and has never gone back to normal.
At this point I have to fill you in on the worst smell ever.... liquefied green pepper. Probably the only smell that actually made me vomit! There are several smells that make me gag and heave, but this one actually made me run for the toilet.
So this weekend we had soccer tournaments. Briyanna was playing and spent the entire weekend at the other Brianna's house. No change of clothes or anything. After the game on Saturday, every girl on the team headed out to the other Brianna's house for a hot tub party and just having fun. I showed up a little late and got the grand tour of the house. Downstairs where the girls undressed smelled like a locker room.. yes, I heaved, but not bad. While I was there, I got called by 3 of the other girl's moms and was asked to bring them home. Yeah, sure, no problem. When it was time to go, I rounded them all up and and picked up the van a little and noticed an awful smell. The other Brianna had several dogs and I had been petting them, walking through the yard... I had dogs on the brain for some reason. At first I thought it smelled like dog food, and then I changed to dog poop. But I couldn't find it and left. We had to drive in that hot van that has one window that won't roll down for 15 miles with that smell!! It was nauseating. I dropped of one girl and at that point, the smell got so bad to me that I was heaving and weaving all over the road. I had to pull over and do a shoe check on everyone and still I couldn't find it. AWFUL!!! We made it home without wrecking, amazingly!
Last night, several hours after we got home, I had to wash my hands after I touched chicken. And in the laundry room I found... the smell.
EDIT: It was pointed out to me that I need to clarify something here. Briyanna didn't step in dog poop... her feet/ shoes/ socks smell like dog poop after playing soccer for 2 days. She thinks its pretty funny.
At this point I have to fill you in on the worst smell ever.... liquefied green pepper. Probably the only smell that actually made me vomit! There are several smells that make me gag and heave, but this one actually made me run for the toilet.
So this weekend we had soccer tournaments. Briyanna was playing and spent the entire weekend at the other Brianna's house. No change of clothes or anything. After the game on Saturday, every girl on the team headed out to the other Brianna's house for a hot tub party and just having fun. I showed up a little late and got the grand tour of the house. Downstairs where the girls undressed smelled like a locker room.. yes, I heaved, but not bad. While I was there, I got called by 3 of the other girl's moms and was asked to bring them home. Yeah, sure, no problem. When it was time to go, I rounded them all up and and picked up the van a little and noticed an awful smell. The other Brianna had several dogs and I had been petting them, walking through the yard... I had dogs on the brain for some reason. At first I thought it smelled like dog food, and then I changed to dog poop. But I couldn't find it and left. We had to drive in that hot van that has one window that won't roll down for 15 miles with that smell!! It was nauseating. I dropped of one girl and at that point, the smell got so bad to me that I was heaving and weaving all over the road. I had to pull over and do a shoe check on everyone and still I couldn't find it. AWFUL!!! We made it home without wrecking, amazingly!
Last night, several hours after we got home, I had to wash my hands after I touched chicken. And in the laundry room I found... the smell.
EDIT: It was pointed out to me that I need to clarify something here. Briyanna didn't step in dog poop... her feet/ shoes/ socks smell like dog poop after playing soccer for 2 days. She thinks its pretty funny.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The new tattoo
So I got a new tattoo 2 weeks ago. I think it really could be classified as 4 tattoos and as much as they hurt, I would like to think that. They are on the lower, right side of my back. The top one is an "E" that looks like a pitchfork, for Ethan. And then I have 3 bees. One for each of my "B's"- Briyanna, Brenna and Berlyn. Yep.. that "E" and the bottom bee hurt! BAD! Oh, well... it's done. Got them done at Imperial Body Art by Stephen.
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