Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Okay, enough...the site is www.starfall.com. Check it out if you have young children or even those that are older. I think you'll like it! And then head over to Shannon's for more Works For Me Wednesday tips:)
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Here's Little One with her Fourth Place ribbon for a Froggy Pumpkin. She checked on this little guy every day and helped WB water each evening.
And here is Soph with her Blue Ribbon for her peppers. She was so excited and even got 3 dollars in prize money:)
Now we're already making plans for next year. Em wants to enter a drawing in the art contest and Soph is planning her garden. WB might even enter his pecan pie and well, I just might get around to entering something myself. But if I don't I know my family will keep me busy running to the fairgrounds entering their items, which I don't mind one bit. I feel like I'm keeping some family traditions alive and I love it!
*WB looked up the Froggy Pumpkin and we think it is a Warted Green Hubbard Squash, which is an heirloom variety that has been around since the 1700's...I feel a history lesson coming on:)
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Number 1: I really don't give a flip what some actor or actress on the big screen has to say about who is running for president or vice-president. I'll value your opinion on the best gaffer on set or the best camera angle for a certain shot, but not on who would be the best President. Yes, you are entitled to your opinion, but don't abuse your power over your starry eyed fans by making outrageous and erroneous remarks about the candidates.
Number 2: Don't insult me by telling me that journalists are not tied to a particular political party. I'm a stay at home momma that can detect lip service and sarcasm a mile away. Do me a favor, all the journalists of the world, write and report the facts and leave the other stuff to the fiction writers of the world.
Number 3: Both sides of any political race have an uncanny ability to stretch and exaggerate the facts. My job as a voter is to sort through it all and vote for the candidate that best represents my beliefs. Not some perfect, walk on water character, but a person who exemplifies what I believe America is about. So everyone within shouting distance that has the power to report the facts, give me every word the candidates have said without pulling it out of context, and again give me just the facts, you need to do your job so I can do mine.
Number 4: I'm just a college educated, stay at home mom of three children. I actually married the father of my children and have managed to stay married to him for eleven and a half years. I take pride in the fact we own our house, our cars, and do our best to live within our means. I take my children to school each day, enjoy volunteer work, and give my husband a kiss each night when he comes home from a hard day of work. I actually enjoy being a mom, cooking for my family, going to church, and watching my garden grow. I value all life, from conception to the last breaths we take on this earth. I see the world as a place of beautiful colors that blend and meld into one. No one color dominating over another. I'm proud to be an American, always have been, even when times were tough. I know that no matter what, there are men and women willing to lose their lives for this country and my freedom and the very least I can do is support them. I also know that my opinion on who can run this country is just that, my opinion. But I'm going to take my educated opinion to the voters booth in November and I hope you will too.
That's my rant for today, I feel so much better. Thank you!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
We stayed up watching the weather channel and the path of Ike. My parents have a condo on Galveston Island and we watched as familiar sights were flooded and battered with wind and rain. We still don't know how their condo braved the storm, but it was behind the seawall. Their house in Houston sustained no damage, just a big mess of tree branches and debris in their yard. A block from their house huge pine trees crashed to the ground and littered the roadways and greenbelt areas.
Since my mom was needed at the hospital they had to leave Monday. They are still without power, maybe for two weeks and gas is scarce. My Dad said today that it takes 3 hours to get gas in their area. The devastation is wide spread and funny enough in some parts of Houston they have power, gas, and no damage, just depending on the path Ike took.
Please keep all the people affected by this storm in your prayers. It will be a long road for some before any sort of routine is restored.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
There he is in the red jersey. He's out of the water and getting ready to jump on his bike for the next leg. Oh and speaking of legs I find these incredibly sexy.
*I forgot to mention the race bike he was on was one he bought in high school. He spent a lot of money on it back then. It sat in our garage for ten years. I tried to sell it in a garage sale, but he put a price of 100.00 on it so of course it didn't sell. Thank goodness, because a new racing bike would cost thousands of dollars. Yes, honey I sure am glad we held on to it and apologize for any rude comments I may have made about it in the past:)
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Yes, one cow had managed to find her way across the fence and into our yard. Geez, my work is never done around here! I tried shooing her back down to the creek where she crossed over, but I found myself feeling a little vulnerable staring down an animal that weighs over a thousand pounds while holding a 16 month old. So I decided to run to the barn and jump on my horse. Wait, I don't have a horse...okay I jumped on my four wheeler. Oh yeah, don't have that either...alright already I got on my riding lawn mower and headed out to the east pasture. Little One looked very adorable with her ear protection on, but I somehow missed taking a picture of that. Must of been too busy planning my herding techniques.
I approached on my rather loud steed, cautiously edging up on her to get her pointed in the right direction. Just as I backed her into a corner and was about to turn her down the fence line the garbage truck showed up. With the loud crash of the dumpster being dropped back to the road the cow and I both realized at the same time that I was standing in her way of getting away from the noise. I threw my trusty lawnmower into reverse, while Little One clung to me for dear life and the cow bolted ten feet in the wrong direction. And suddenly as I stared at the whites of the cows bulging eyes I realized something, we don't own any cows. So why the heck do they keep showing up in my yard?
We went back to the house and I contemplated my next move. I discussed all my strategies with Little One and I asked her what she thought of my ideas...
Yes, it seems she has inherited WB's ability to make me feel like a crazy, raving woman with just one look.
I then decided to discuss my plans with the cow.
She didn't seem to excited about them either.
To make a long story short she spent half the day under a mesquite tree. When she decided to wonder too close to the garden I got in the suburban and drove her to the other side of the road. She bellowed and mooed the whole way. At this point I decided to call my sister in the big city and tell her of my plight.
Me: What ya doing?
Her: Driving to the gym. What are you doing?
Me: Driving cattle.
Me: Dumb cow in my yard. (at this point the cow starts making all sorts of noise).
Her: That's a loud cow. Maybe you could spray it with water or something...
In the meantime Little One could barely contain her excitement and laughed gleefully from her car seat. Finally, the cow found her way back so I could get on with my day without worrying about my precious cantaloupes and tomatoes being stomped on.By the way have you ever heard a cow growl, just asking?