Lesson Learned

This is Adeline's science fair project...she did a great job helping me cut out the dye cut letters, adding the colors to the waters and writing down the temperatures at the appropriate times. But, this blog is not about her science fair project per say...it's about an important lesson that every mother must learn. Your kids school projects are not meant to be theirs...they are meant to be a display of your own creative ability on display for other mothers. To make my point, let's all go back a few months/blogs ago to the lovely marshmellow head Mr. Wheeler that A.J. and I did (mostly A.J. as you can tell by the pic). You remember, the one that sister couldn't resist chopping into? Okay, now we're all on the same page and ready for my point. A few weeks after the assignment was turned in, A.J. came home from school saddened that everyone elses ancestor clothes pin dolls were totally awesome including home spun kilts, amazing hair, etc. etc. etc. He had gotten a C on the project when everyone else, he felt, had gotten an A because in essence their Moms had done a far superior job than his had. There it is people...I'm a grade A Loser ( or maybe grade C Loser would be more appropriate). So...this time around when something had to be turned in for display I did not require Adeline to do the entire thing using only her magic marker set, crayons and some scrap paper...NO, I spent time and money on this display using my creative abilities to make it look amazing. So...may this be a lesson to you Mom's out there who haven't learned this lesson yet....It's your grade, so make it good...who cares what they learn in the process, right? I really did feel bad for a few of the Mom's who where putting up there kid's science fair projects with heaven forbid their own kids handwriting and pictures all over the thing!

Shingles II - The Sister Act

For those of you that follow all of the sister blogs (shelby, lindsey & Billie)- you will remember that Shelby was suffering from a case of shingles a few weeks ago: i.e. superbowl stupor. Anywhoo...I have come down with a case of the shingles myself and even though the doc says there's no way that I caught it from S it seems a little fishy at the very least. I mean really, do we all seriously believe that it's not contagious??? I am convinced that sometimes things are transferred between sisters even if it is through emails. P.S. thought you would all enjoy the sample pic from the doc's information....hey, at least I didn't post the one on my back! Linds..you better watch your back (lol...couldn't help myself)

Ooey, Gooey Hearts Day

Did anyone else's kids watch Rolie Polie Olie on the Disney Channel? You know, the one with the cute robot people who sing about things like having a Totally Chocolate Dinner? Well, I'm sure you've guessed by now that we did in fact watch and enjoy that show for years (sorry, A.J. your secret is out). Anywhoo...They referred to Valentine's Day as Ooey, Gooey Hearts Day and for our household that name stuck. This O-G-H-Day was celebrated a tad early seeing as how school has alot to do with the holiday and all...Thanks to Grandma Sally both A.J. and Adeline had very cute boxes for those tasty deposits that make this day special. A.J.'s was a toaster oven complete with a sign reading "Caution: I'm HOT!" and Adeline's was a dog house with a sign over the front door reading "Puppy Love".

Kiss Attack

This rare view of my family in a full pile-on-to Mom moment, which I am sharing with you not for your oohs and aaah's people...is for your sympathy vote! You fellow Moms out there know that moment in the day after 7 loads of laundry, several load/unloading sessions of the dishwasher, piano practicing marathons, homework duties, carpool runs...yes, THAT moment. The moment when some unfortunate soul decides to complain about the fact that they have to put away the folded clothes you have just slaved over washing and folding for them. Needless to say after the "Look of Death" from Mom there was only one thing left for them to do...You got it, Force Mom to Smile/laugh/Get over it. It seemed to work, although you can't see my smile, sorry!

Aggie Hell

I should have known the moment the 3rd or 4th person who walked by our floor seats (right behind the visiting team bench) said "Welcome!" with a warm inviting smile that trouble awaited. What they meant was, "We really don't all behave like crazy, lunatics here in this town..but you're about to meet all of them that do." After the warm fuzzy of the national anthem and that schpeel about "Good Sportmanship in this building" it was game on...and I don't mean on the court. What ensued the minute the game clock began ticking was nothing less than a brutal beat down meant to prove that anyone dumb enough to cheer for the "other" team must be sub-human and thus not worthy of any and I mean any type of respect. Thank Goodness Lindsey moved down by me AFTER I set the guy behind me straight about a few things, otherwise we might have had a WWF smack down on our hands! Needless to say, We cheered loudly for our team, they fought hard and lost by a few, and We were always proud of our team and especially of it's COACH!

Girls Night Out Extrodinaire!! Billie and Lori came into town for the big game, so of course we have to get together just us girls! It was fun to see everyone again and enjoy alot of good conversation along with alot of good Food!

A chip off the old....

Here she is in all her baking glory!!! Adeline decided that although she has many talents such as piano, dance, yoga poses (think incredible flexagirl) and singing...those were way too boring to share with the other achievement day girls (Of Course, what was I thinking?) . So thus, the Famous, Very Secret Recipe Carrot Cake that she makes with me whenever we get the baking bug...which sadly seems less and less these days what with all of the aforementioned talents and my dieting endeavors and all. This has been an excellent opportunity for me to remember that I will always have a reason to diet; however, the days of giggling over baby food carrots being added to a batter of butter and sugar are numbered I'm afraid and soon it will be gone....just like the 5 lbs. I just lost.