Our Family.......

There are just some days......

Thanks from my Aunt Charlene for the funny clip. 

Some parts hit a little close, don't they girls????

Gynecologist's Office

I know it's been awhile.....

and I've been SOOOO busy, but here's a link for a laugh.  He posts a monthly "roundup" of mug shots and some are HILARIOUS!

mugshot roundup

I'll post really soon!!

The most amazing man.....

Please........take just a minute to view this.  He is the most amazing person.  He never meant to have all the fame that he has acquired in the last six months, though in my opinion he's worth every bit of it. 

The end is spectacular.

Until I can format the HTML and put it HERE, you'll have to click on one of these.   Be patient, it might take a minute to load.

abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=4883908

http://video.aol.com/video-detail/pausch-inspires-class-of-08/220289718://

My family.....

I love them so. 

After the last couple of weeks, all I can think of is the verse:

"They will share the burden of the people with you so that you will not have to carry it alone. "(Numbers 11:17) NIV

Because that's EXACTLY the way that I feel.  My load has definitely been lightened because of my family.  And I am so grateful.

I mean, what's not to love here??!!

You have to admit, you either smile or die of embarassment with this crowd. 

They're pretty comfortable wherever they go.  And I'm glad.

And, even though I understand it's pretty rare, I actually LIKE my in-laws.  They have been very, VERY good to me.  To us.  And we include them in everything.  We just like to be around them.

Mom is getting better by the day and supposed to be released next Monday.  Hooray!!  I'll still have to take care of her some, but her house is much, much closer!

It's a pretty depressing place, and after this many weeks, I'm quite certain that I NEVER want to be in here. 

I took a really little birthday cake so mom could share in Shell's birthday.  Maybe she won't feel so left out of everything.  After all, I wouldn't want to miss my granddaughter's birthday.  Or spend my Mother's Day in this place. 

It was a good day.

Hooray for Birthdays and Mother's Day and God's healing!

  Now...this picture will take a little 'splaining. 

See...Ray was trying to entertain the kids (only plausible explanation) and he tried putting a birthday candle in his nose.

So, being his daughter and not one to pass up on an idiot stunt, Shell lit it. 

Then he  spent the next 10 minutes begging her to pick the hot wax out of his beard.

Birthday candles.....99 cents.

Cake ............$3.00

Husband that will put a lit candle in his nose to cheer me up...... priceless.

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

From the minute this child was born, she has brought light into my life.

And today is her birthday!  What a wonderful day....what seems like a long time ago, and then again just yesterday. 

I spent all day in labor, then you were born at exactly 7:04 p.m.  7 lbs., 7 oz., of pink, perfect baby girl.

Worth every last minute.  I LOVED being pregnant.  Heartburn and all.  I carried you so high, I had heartburn for four straight weeks.  I think this was taken the week that I had you. 

(Shell - quit making fun of the glasses)

What a privilege it's been to be your Mom and Dad. 

This is a pic of you and Michael at Grandma's in Okeene.  I remember how disappointed you were when you guys could no longer take a bath together.  But the boys are 2 and 4 years older and they outgrew it long before you did. 

You guys had so much fun.  When you were 2 you could tell the difference in cattle.  "Shar-ways" and "Ho-steens" and a "wong-horns" or two.  You loved the farm, and one of your favorite things was to ride the lawn mower or 4-wheeler with one of the boys.  Grandpa would always tell you "you're going to run the cattle into anemia!!".  (They recognized the sound of the four wheeler and would try to chase it because that's how they got special food).

You were such a good kid.  Even the teen years, though sometimes difficult, were really pretty easy.  I have been amazed and in awe of all you have accomplished.  Self-motivated and responsible, we could always trust your judgment.

And I'm so proud of the amazing young woman you've become.  And I thank God for every day of your life. 

"you are my  magic moment tied in a pink bow".

Happy Birthday Shell!!

p.s.  I know this picture is a little old, but I like it and it's my blog.  Besides...wait til you see tomorrow's post.  THOSE pictures aren't so flattering.....

Gratitude.....

Have you ever wanted a really simple way to thank a soldier?  One you do or don't know.....sometimes when you just pass in a public place or in a restaurant?  This is short and totally worth your time.....

http://www.gratitudecampaign.org/shortmovie.php

My week so far......

I got this call on my cell phone yesterday that was a wrong number.  I tell her so and hang up on her. Then the idiot starts texting me.  She’s “Kim from the line”.  Whatever THAT means.  Shell and I are on our way home from Wal-Mart and very tired and getting a little goofy, so we text her back. 

For the "text challenged" this might be hard to read....(inlaws who shall remain nameless) but just sound it out.  And "po-po" is police. 

Hey, I figure if you have the guts to mess with me during the last two weeks of the school year, you get what you deserve. 

She starts up with "This is Kim from the line".  (no kidding, I just hung up on you.)

I reply “what up”

She sends something about “not me, lol, what about you?”

So I send back – “U no.  Keepin way from da po-po”

At this point Michelle is ready to lay an egg.  So she texts me back – “I’m not in trouble because I don’t have time”

So I say “ Do you like bad boyz?”

She says “of course”

Then today the idiot texts me again, so I told her “when I git da welfare check we’re goin out on da town!”

She texts:  “I don’t get a welfare check”

I said “sweet!  U can sprt me then!”

She texts “I don’t think so”

I text:  “how old are u  N.E. way?”

She says “33.  and you?”

I said “56.  Is that a problem?”

She quit texting me.

The End is Near......

The end of school that is.  And I cannot wait.  If you work or ever have worked in a school (the actual position does NOT matter) then you know what I am talking about.  Each one of us has a different and unique perspective on how our job is difficult at the end of the school year.  Some of us are taking 26 wild 6 & 7 year olds to a zoo with approximately 2789 other kids, expecting them to be "nice" and "behave" and "stay together".  A teacher knows better.  Herding cats would be a WHOLE lot easier.  A teacher's best hope is to divide them up in small groups, with a responsible adult, and pray that person (or parent who is discovering exactly how bad their kid REALLY is) doesn't completely lose their cool and "lose" a problem child in the monkey exhibit.  That's the reason older kids don't go.  Half of them never are heard from again.

In the high school, happy hour is almost required EVERY night for the first two weeks of May, or until the graduating seniors leave.  For some reason, a teen that has not paid one bit of attention all year, turned in exactly 2.5 papers and slept in all his classes, suddenly realizes that he is NOT GOING TO GRADUATE and has failed the classes he slept in!!  Surprise! Oh no!  It's a tragedy.  I LOVE the parents that call and want to know if their child could do some "extra credit" and make up 8 1/2 months of the little darling's school year.  I think for this reason alone, a Prozac salt lick in the staff lounge should be financed by taxpayer money. 

The kids act like they have no sense.  One of our little darlings drove his car, well, actually fish-tailed his car about 100 feet and then drove it over a median, completely breaking off the axle and leaving it high centered on the median.  IN THE PARKING LOT. 

If you work here and are female, you know that you have time to shave only one leg a day.  Or week.  You start a petition for a coffee I.V drip for each teacher. That your family can actually get sick of eating out.  Drive through, that is.  No one actually sits down.  And when you pull through McDonald's, they greet you by name like Norm! on Cheers.  Your yard is 3 feet tall because you're going to every "senior breakfast, senior awards dinner and senior banquet" and field day, field trip, working track meets and musicals.  Yep.  No time. 

But the end is near...... it's near people.  And whether you're a student or teacher or custodian, you are waiting with baited breath for summer.... I know I am!

Wow.....

Since I don't have anything new of late.......still spending a lot of my time with my mom and doing stuff NO ONE needs to see... here is a video that simply amazed me.  Keep in mind, he's probably the very same age my daughter teaches.  First grade.

My Grandma wouldn't have beaten me, but my mom would have beat me so hard Grandma would have bruises.  Yeah...the cops should have said "go for it, we don't see a THING!".  This kid will be in the news again.