We finally made it to the lake for a few hours. Paisley didn't think much of the boat this time, but she sure enjoys watching Jayda splash in her pool. We're waiting for the water to get a bit warmer before Paisley gets to join in the fun.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Suit up
I recently bought a swimsuit. To many of you, this is nothing to write home about, or in my case, blog about.
But to me, to ME, this was a pretty exciting event. It is the first time I've purchased a swimsuit straight off the rack, that I didn't have to sew a bra into, to support the jugs. The first time, I tried one on and it just FIT.
I'm fairly sure I heard angels sing. Might have just been Paisley. Yeah, it was Paisley.
It certainly was not the dressing room Nazi standing outside my door. Sheesh, home girl needs to take a chill pill. No rule breakers allowed on her turf.
Oh and by the way, the swimsuit is strapless. Oh yeah. I went there.
On second thought I better throw that bra in, incase a mad game of volleyball breaks out. And yes..it always does.
But to me, to ME, this was a pretty exciting event. It is the first time I've purchased a swimsuit straight off the rack, that I didn't have to sew a bra into, to support the jugs. The first time, I tried one on and it just FIT.
I'm fairly sure I heard angels sing. Might have just been Paisley. Yeah, it was Paisley.
It certainly was not the dressing room Nazi standing outside my door. Sheesh, home girl needs to take a chill pill. No rule breakers allowed on her turf.
Oh and by the way, the swimsuit is strapless. Oh yeah. I went there.
On second thought I better throw that bra in, incase a mad game of volleyball breaks out. And yes..it always does.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Bobcats and Skid steers
Jayda likes to fully understand something before moving on to a new subject. While I admire her persistence and yearning for knowledge, at some point it can get a bit frustrating. For instance, Jed borrowed a skid steer a few weeks ago from a friend. Jed got the skid steer stuck in the creek. Someone told Jayda that her dad was stuck in the creek in the bobcat. I'm not picky, I use the term bobcat and skid steer interchangeably. I mean...come on. They are basically the same thing, just a different brand.
Back to the story. So Jayda only hears "bobcat" and thinks of the animal.
A not so friendly animal.
That her dad is stuck in a creek with? What?
Ever tried to explain how some words mean more than one thing? Me neither.
So I tell her that a bobcat is a little tractor and an animal. Which actually does sound even more confusing when you say it aloud.
Ok, so lets try skid steer. "Daddy is stuck in the creek in a skid steer."
Nope that's not working either.
Finally she got to see the actual bobcat, skid steer, whatever you wanna call it.
"Well that's just a little tractor Momma," she tells me, "Not an animal tractor or a steer."
Ok, sorry I brought it up.
A few weeks later we were driving to Rapid, she screams from the backseat, "there's an excuh-bater!"
Why, yes Jayda, that is an excavator. I let it go at that, even though it was a trencher. Our heavy machinery discussions never go very well.
Back to the story. So Jayda only hears "bobcat" and thinks of the animal.
A not so friendly animal.
That her dad is stuck in a creek with? What?
Ever tried to explain how some words mean more than one thing? Me neither.
So I tell her that a bobcat is a little tractor and an animal. Which actually does sound even more confusing when you say it aloud.
Ok, so lets try skid steer. "Daddy is stuck in the creek in a skid steer."
Nope that's not working either.
Finally she got to see the actual bobcat, skid steer, whatever you wanna call it.
"Well that's just a little tractor Momma," she tells me, "Not an animal tractor or a steer."
Ok, sorry I brought it up.
A few weeks later we were driving to Rapid, she screams from the backseat, "there's an excuh-bater!"
Why, yes Jayda, that is an excavator. I let it go at that, even though it was a trencher. Our heavy machinery discussions never go very well.
An oldie
Just for fun!
Tiff is pictured the second from left with the long gangly arms. I'm on the far right with the curly Q's! I don't think I needed a hair cut until I was in 3rd grade.
I loved her friends. I loved that they were nice to me, even though she paid them to hate me. Ok, so she didn't pay them. But she would have if she had any money. We're 5 years apart and she just didn't want her adorable little sister stealing her show.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Weekly Menu
Monday McDonalds
Tuesday Taco Salads
Wednesday Abbey's house or at the softball field
Thursday Burgers/watermelon
PS, our grill is arriving today!
Tuesday Taco Salads
Wednesday Abbey's house or at the softball field
Thursday Burgers/watermelon
Friday Chicken & steak kabobs. Grilled potatoes
PS, our grill is arriving today!
Go, Go, Go
Yesterday was more eventful than my average Monday. I took the day off for a dentist appointment and it turned into this:
Got up, got ready, got 2 girls ready.
Packed all our bags, then went to visit Grandma Darlene
Drove to Rapid, waited at Eddies Truck Sales
Jed finally turned his phone on so I knew he was getting closer.
Jed arrived in the semi, jumped in my car and took me to the dentist
Jed and girls went to Story Book island, which is conveniently, next to my dentist office.
He picked me back up, and we went to the Imperial. Ahhh the Imperial..how I love your crab rangoon. {drool}
Next stop, Runnings. No chain saw chain in the right size.
Next, the mall. Jed ditched me by store 2 so I drug the two girls into Baby Gap. {I can't help myself}
Found Paisley a swimming suit on the clearance rack. {I love the clearance rack} Found Jayda the cutest pair of daisy duke shorts I've ever seen {also on the clearance rack}.
Saw Jed going in the salon to get his hair cut {thank heaven, I didn't even have to make him}
Went to the bathroom, went to the Buckle, then Jayda decided she needed to go to the bathroom. Went back to the bathroom. Went back to Buckle. {Yes Paisley is still with us}
Found Jed, and we're out.
Next stop, Tractor Supply. No chain saw chain there either. On to Wal-mart. Jed takes Jayda, I take Paisley.
Jed goes to Menards FINALLY finds the chain saw chain! Then goes to Scheels because he's smart and knows better than to rush me while I'm at Wal-mart. And because he knows he asked me to get him underwear and he doesn't want me to forget. I'm still not sure who was more uncomfortable while I was in the men's underwear isle. Actually I am sure, because I didn't give a hoot. The young man also shopping for underwear wished I'd go away though.
Checked out, walked out, loaded up my wagon and away we went. And that, is how we roll.
Got up, got ready, got 2 girls ready.
Packed all our bags, then went to visit Grandma Darlene
Drove to Rapid, waited at Eddies Truck Sales
Jed finally turned his phone on so I knew he was getting closer.
Jed arrived in the semi, jumped in my car and took me to the dentist
Jed and girls went to Story Book island, which is conveniently, next to my dentist office.
He picked me back up, and we went to the Imperial. Ahhh the Imperial..how I love your crab rangoon. {drool}
Next stop, Runnings. No chain saw chain in the right size.
Next, the mall. Jed ditched me by store 2 so I drug the two girls into Baby Gap. {I can't help myself}
Found Paisley a swimming suit on the clearance rack. {I love the clearance rack} Found Jayda the cutest pair of daisy duke shorts I've ever seen {also on the clearance rack}.
Saw Jed going in the salon to get his hair cut {thank heaven, I didn't even have to make him}
Went to the bathroom, went to the Buckle, then Jayda decided she needed to go to the bathroom. Went back to the bathroom. Went back to Buckle. {Yes Paisley is still with us}
Found Jed, and we're out.
Next stop, Tractor Supply. No chain saw chain there either. On to Wal-mart. Jed takes Jayda, I take Paisley.
Jed goes to Menards FINALLY finds the chain saw chain! Then goes to Scheels because he's smart and knows better than to rush me while I'm at Wal-mart. And because he knows he asked me to get him underwear and he doesn't want me to forget. I'm still not sure who was more uncomfortable while I was in the men's underwear isle. Actually I am sure, because I didn't give a hoot. The young man also shopping for underwear wished I'd go away though.
Checked out, walked out, loaded up my wagon and away we went. And that, is how we roll.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Style {common} sense
Someone recently offered to give me a shirt she didn't want or like, but for some reason assumed I would want or like. She assumed wrong.
The most annoying part is trying to decide if I should be insulted, offended, or just annoyed as I already am. Perhaps I have an altered sense of self, but I believe myself to be much smaller in size than this person. I'm fully aware that I am not a small person by any means, but I do think I am smaller than this particular person. I'm fairly sure it is her who has the altered sense of self, issue.
Then there's the sense of style. Oh my. . . . .
I wouldn't be caught dead in just about every thing this person wears on a daily basis. At some point in our adult lives, I think we have to give up the mini skirt phase, or the biker look, or the fancy cut outs in my white trash shirt, look. And while we're at it, if you've had the same pair of taupe pumps for 25 years, it's safe to say they are out of style. Long, long out of style. Even if they came back in style, they'd need a fresh coat of paint, or whatever it is they are lacquered with. Stop buying cropped length, fringe, leather jackets and buy some new shoes.
And to answer your question, No, I don't want your shirt.
I tried to be nice however, and oblige her by accepting the shirt. Wrong move. For the next week, she asked me nearly every day if the shirt fit and if I liked it.
No. No to both.
If you're embarrassed by the size you wear that you feel you have to cut the size out before giving it to someone, yet you think it will fit the person you're giving it to? Something is wrong there. Wrong, annoying, AND insulting.
The most annoying part is trying to decide if I should be insulted, offended, or just annoyed as I already am. Perhaps I have an altered sense of self, but I believe myself to be much smaller in size than this person. I'm fully aware that I am not a small person by any means, but I do think I am smaller than this particular person. I'm fairly sure it is her who has the altered sense of self, issue.
Then there's the sense of style. Oh my. . . . .
I wouldn't be caught dead in just about every thing this person wears on a daily basis. At some point in our adult lives, I think we have to give up the mini skirt phase, or the biker look, or the fancy cut outs in my white trash shirt, look. And while we're at it, if you've had the same pair of taupe pumps for 25 years, it's safe to say they are out of style. Long, long out of style. Even if they came back in style, they'd need a fresh coat of paint, or whatever it is they are lacquered with. Stop buying cropped length, fringe, leather jackets and buy some new shoes.
And to answer your question, No, I don't want your shirt.
I tried to be nice however, and oblige her by accepting the shirt. Wrong move. For the next week, she asked me nearly every day if the shirt fit and if I liked it.
No. No to both.
If you're embarrassed by the size you wear that you feel you have to cut the size out before giving it to someone, yet you think it will fit the person you're giving it to? Something is wrong there. Wrong, annoying, AND insulting.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Burgers, boys, basketball, barns, bolleyball
I had a B theme going, so I couldn't ruin it with volleyball thrown in there. Plus that's how Jayda says it anyway, and we all know, what Jayda says, is final!
This past weekend, Jed's family came over to help put tin on our garage. As most things go, it ended up being an all-dayer even though it didn't start until noon. My wonderful husband informed me of this large gathering occurring at our house, about an hour after we got home from the grocery store. His timing is impeccable.
So the panic starting setting in, as I'm wondering what I'm going to feed 16 people. I never have enough food on hand to feed 16 people. Even though I live in the boonies, food for 16 people goes bad before it gets eaten at my house. Bread, buns, you name it. We are a family of 4, and technically 3 since the wee-one doesn't eat people food. Not that she eats dog food, just not people food.
We decided on burgers and Amy stopped for buns. Of course it all turned out fine, even though meal TWO rolled around and starving, famished mouths needed to be fed. Burgers again, of course.
In the meantime, the garage is now almost fully-tinified except the south facing wall that every one sees as they drive up to our house. Why would we want to finish that side first? Jed decided he wants a few windows on the side, thus the wait. I'm a lover of windows, so I'll hush up and be patient. Of course the windows were HIS idea also, so again, I'll hush up and agree to agree for once!
After the tin was finished, a few games of volleyball were played, super was served and basketball was next on the agenda. Action packed is our style. The girls got to run through the sprinkler, play barbies and whatever else they were up to. It's good to have friends, it's even better to have cousins!
This past weekend, Jed's family came over to help put tin on our garage. As most things go, it ended up being an all-dayer even though it didn't start until noon. My wonderful husband informed me of this large gathering occurring at our house, about an hour after we got home from the grocery store. His timing is impeccable.
So the panic starting setting in, as I'm wondering what I'm going to feed 16 people. I never have enough food on hand to feed 16 people. Even though I live in the boonies, food for 16 people goes bad before it gets eaten at my house. Bread, buns, you name it. We are a family of 4, and technically 3 since the wee-one doesn't eat people food. Not that she eats dog food, just not people food.
We decided on burgers and Amy stopped for buns. Of course it all turned out fine, even though meal TWO rolled around and starving, famished mouths needed to be fed. Burgers again, of course.
In the meantime, the garage is now almost fully-tinified except the south facing wall that every one sees as they drive up to our house. Why would we want to finish that side first? Jed decided he wants a few windows on the side, thus the wait. I'm a lover of windows, so I'll hush up and be patient. Of course the windows were HIS idea also, so again, I'll hush up and agree to agree for once!
After the tin was finished, a few games of volleyball were played, super was served and basketball was next on the agenda. Action packed is our style. The girls got to run through the sprinkler, play barbies and whatever else they were up to. It's good to have friends, it's even better to have cousins!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Weekly Menu
This may start to look repetitive. Pipe up with new ideas anytime folks!
Last week we strayed from the menu, so I'm repeating what we didn't have last week. Jed was inside earlier than usual and has the tendency to pull out steaks when given the chance!
Taco Salads
Creamy Chicken Enchiladas
Beef Nachos
Spaghetti
Beef stroganoff
PS, I ordered the new grill! Free shipping and $100 cheaper than Lemmon's store. Sounded like a winner to me. Plus I don't have to haul it, double bonus!
Last week we strayed from the menu, so I'm repeating what we didn't have last week. Jed was inside earlier than usual and has the tendency to pull out steaks when given the chance!
Taco Salads
Creamy Chicken Enchiladas
Beef Nachos
Spaghetti
Beef stroganoff
PS, I ordered the new grill! Free shipping and $100 cheaper than Lemmon's store. Sounded like a winner to me. Plus I don't have to haul it, double bonus!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
This and that
This post may be all over the place, I'm sure you won't mind.
Since the weather has finally been decent for a few weeks, we've been grilling out pretty much every night. Except by we, I mean I have been grilling every night. In doing so, I figured out why it is that men seem so smitten with grilling and why women generally give their husbands the reins when it comes to this activity.
Grilling requires ones' full, uninterrupted attention. It requires you to stand guard over your kill and protect it from being blackened. Women have a hard time with this because we are multitaskers. We can do more than one thing at a time, in other words. We can feed a baby, do the dishes, sweep the floor, all while preparing a meal at the same time. Grilling drives us crazy, because we want so badly to be doing something else while grilling that we just can't stand it. I found that I can water flowers and pull weeds while grilling, and shut the door on the screaming children. It's my newest form of stress relief. Men however can only concentrate on one thing at a time. They are determined to perfect every morsel of food they cook, and they are absolutely sure this is the best steak you've ever had, simply because they cooked it. I personally think they see it as their opportunity to get away from everyone else in the house and stand around acting like they are really doing something miraculous.
Update: I think I've found the grill I'm going to purchase. It's a large chunk of change, but I think it'll be worth it. At least that's what consumer reports and hundreds of reviews tell me.
Now in a totally unrelated blurb.
Jayda has a habit of throwing her clothes on the floor NEXT to her laundry hamper, rather than INSIDE the hamper. Which drives her mother insane. Her Dad has this same habit, but we won't go there. Not today anyway. So I walked into her room and told her she needed to pick her clothes up and not be so messy. I said, "I'm not your slave, that runs after you picking up everything, you can help me out." She then said, "You mean I'm not your Indian?"
Oh my....where did that come from?
Last night she came out of right field with another Oh My statement.
We got home from Amy's and she was telling me how they went for a jog that day. She said, "I need to get skinny, so I can get a boyfriend."
Help me
Please?
Since the weather has finally been decent for a few weeks, we've been grilling out pretty much every night. Except by we, I mean I have been grilling every night. In doing so, I figured out why it is that men seem so smitten with grilling and why women generally give their husbands the reins when it comes to this activity.
Grilling requires ones' full, uninterrupted attention. It requires you to stand guard over your kill and protect it from being blackened. Women have a hard time with this because we are multitaskers. We can do more than one thing at a time, in other words. We can feed a baby, do the dishes, sweep the floor, all while preparing a meal at the same time. Grilling drives us crazy, because we want so badly to be doing something else while grilling that we just can't stand it. I found that I can water flowers and pull weeds while grilling, and shut the door on the screaming children. It's my newest form of stress relief. Men however can only concentrate on one thing at a time. They are determined to perfect every morsel of food they cook, and they are absolutely sure this is the best steak you've ever had, simply because they cooked it. I personally think they see it as their opportunity to get away from everyone else in the house and stand around acting like they are really doing something miraculous.
Update: I think I've found the grill I'm going to purchase. It's a large chunk of change, but I think it'll be worth it. At least that's what consumer reports and hundreds of reviews tell me.
Now in a totally unrelated blurb.
Jayda has a habit of throwing her clothes on the floor NEXT to her laundry hamper, rather than INSIDE the hamper. Which drives her mother insane. Her Dad has this same habit, but we won't go there. Not today anyway. So I walked into her room and told her she needed to pick her clothes up and not be so messy. I said, "I'm not your slave, that runs after you picking up everything, you can help me out." She then said, "You mean I'm not your Indian?"
Oh my....where did that come from?
Last night she came out of right field with another Oh My statement.
We got home from Amy's and she was telling me how they went for a jog that day. She said, "I need to get skinny, so I can get a boyfriend."
Help me
Please?
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