Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
There Was A Big Fat Turkey Down On Grandpa's Farm:
I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday!
And I hope that you stuffed yourselves silly!
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday Funnies: The Secret Box
"Mommy, what's in that pink stripped box in the top of your closet that says Victoria Secret?" I was a little speechless when I heard these words come out of my seven year old daughter's mouth.
"Um, why?" I asked.
"Well, it fell on the floor and there are some weird squishy things in them."
"Well honey, they're fake boobs." I replied hesitantly.
"Why do you have fake boobs?"
Why am I having to have this conversation right now, she's only seven she doesn't even have boobs of her own yet!
"Well, when mommy got married I had to wear them so that my wedding dress wouldn't fall down." I felt I had to be honest.
"Well how do you wear them?"
"Uh, you just put them in your bra." I said as quickly as I could
With that uncomfortable conversation out of the way I thought the topic was closed. So I went to get EM who was downstairs for this entire exchange (thank goodness) to get her dressed for the night.
About ten minutes later as I was putting them to bed and I was sitting on EM's bed. She started patting my bulkier than usual sweatshirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Where are your boobs mommy, I can't see them."
"Apparently they're in the box on the floor of my closet EM."
Sunday Funnies is a weekly theme here at Cake Crumbs. If you would like to play along just think back through your week and find the funniest thing that happened to you and jot it down. You can leave your story in the comments box if you would like. Or if you decide to do a post on your own site just mention it in your comment and I'll be sure to come check it out!
"Um, why?" I asked.
"Well, it fell on the floor and there are some weird squishy things in them."
"Well honey, they're fake boobs." I replied hesitantly.
"Why do you have fake boobs?"
Why am I having to have this conversation right now, she's only seven she doesn't even have boobs of her own yet!
"Well, when mommy got married I had to wear them so that my wedding dress wouldn't fall down." I felt I had to be honest.
"Well how do you wear them?"
"Uh, you just put them in your bra." I said as quickly as I could
With that uncomfortable conversation out of the way I thought the topic was closed. So I went to get EM who was downstairs for this entire exchange (thank goodness) to get her dressed for the night.
About ten minutes later as I was putting them to bed and I was sitting on EM's bed. She started patting my bulkier than usual sweatshirt.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"Where are your boobs mommy, I can't see them."
"Apparently they're in the box on the floor of my closet EM."
Sunday Funnies is a weekly theme here at Cake Crumbs. If you would like to play along just think back through your week and find the funniest thing that happened to you and jot it down. You can leave your story in the comments box if you would like. Or if you decide to do a post on your own site just mention it in your comment and I'll be sure to come check it out!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Photo Story Friday: I Swore I'd Never Say That
What do you do in the exact moment that you catch yourself acting just like your parents? I know when we are all in our teenage years we swear very strongly that "I will never be like my dad!" (or mom depending on the moment) We all said it, and as we have grown older, married and had children of our own we swear we will still not be like our parents.
So what do you do when you catch yourself midstream in a sentence that you know you've heard come straight out of you father's mouth?
Last night after dinner it was homework time. But my girls felt like it was still time to play and that they were being picked on. Well they probably were, I know I felt that way when I was a kid too.
But the parent prevailed and everyone was seated around the freshly 409'd table and started their individual homework packets.
After about 10 seconds they were tired of it. And started horsing around. I tried and tried to get them back on track.
For the next half hour an intense battle of wills ensued. I won over the 5 year old and she finished her 6 pages of homework. But that 7 year old has developed an attitude and her ONE page of homework was still uncompleted at the end of the 30 minutes.
I was furious and frazzled by the end of the 20 minute mark becuase I just couldn't get her to bend to MY will! So I gave into the anger that was bubbling like lava in my brain and slammed my fist down on the table a few times to make sure that my point was getting across "If you don't stop horsing around and finish that homework I'm going to..."
And that's when the moment hit. I very vividly remember sitting around an old sign board set up on saw horses in my dad's paint room in the basement of my childhood home. There I was with my 4 other siblings with our homework laid out around us while my dad stood and painted a sign at one end of the room.
I remember horsing around instead of doing homework. And I remember my dad taking as much as he could and then when the last straw broke, he would turn around, face beet red and he would pound his fist on that old board (which would send all of our homework and pencils flying-much more impressive than just a boring old table). And shout, "If you don't stop horsing around and finish that homework I'm going to paddle your butts!"
And well, we would get to our homework. And I would swear that I would never be so mean when I was a mom. My kids wouldn't have to do homework unless they wanted to. And I swore, I would never be like my dad!
So last night I found myself eating crow as those exact same words were flying from my unthinking mouth.
What did I do? At the time, nothing. I couldn't show my kids that they had gained the upperhand, right. So I did what any parent would do. I laughed hysterically when the kids weren't around!
And then I realized how grateful I am to my dad. I am grateful that my dad taught me a good work ethic. And how important it is to do something well and to do it right the first time. My dad is a very quiet man (unless we had pushed that last nerve over the edge). He doesn't have a lot to say most of the time. But whenever we needed help with anything he was there for us showing us the most rational way through the problem.
I could say so much about all that he has taught me and all that he has done for me. But mostly I am so grateful for the example that he has alway shown me.
And I would love to be just like him.
Thanks dad, for everything. (Even though I know you don't read my blog, so I will have to tell you one day.)
Hosted by Cecily and Sue
So what do you do when you catch yourself midstream in a sentence that you know you've heard come straight out of you father's mouth?
But the parent prevailed and everyone was seated around the freshly 409'd table and started their individual homework packets.
After about 10 seconds they were tired of it. And started horsing around. I tried and tried to get them back on track.
For the next half hour an intense battle of wills ensued. I won over the 5 year old and she finished her 6 pages of homework. But that 7 year old has developed an attitude and her ONE page of homework was still uncompleted at the end of the 30 minutes.
I was furious and frazzled by the end of the 20 minute mark becuase I just couldn't get her to bend to MY will! So I gave into the anger that was bubbling like lava in my brain and slammed my fist down on the table a few times to make sure that my point was getting across "If you don't stop horsing around and finish that homework I'm going to..."
And that's when the moment hit. I very vividly remember sitting around an old sign board set up on saw horses in my dad's paint room in the basement of my childhood home. There I was with my 4 other siblings with our homework laid out around us while my dad stood and painted a sign at one end of the room.
I remember horsing around instead of doing homework. And I remember my dad taking as much as he could and then when the last straw broke, he would turn around, face beet red and he would pound his fist on that old board (which would send all of our homework and pencils flying-much more impressive than just a boring old table). And shout, "If you don't stop horsing around and finish that homework I'm going to paddle your butts!"
And well, we would get to our homework. And I would swear that I would never be so mean when I was a mom. My kids wouldn't have to do homework unless they wanted to. And I swore, I would never be like my dad!
So last night I found myself eating crow as those exact same words were flying from my unthinking mouth.
What did I do? At the time, nothing. I couldn't show my kids that they had gained the upperhand, right. So I did what any parent would do. I laughed hysterically when the kids weren't around!
And then I realized how grateful I am to my dad. I am grateful that my dad taught me a good work ethic. And how important it is to do something well and to do it right the first time. My dad is a very quiet man (unless we had pushed that last nerve over the edge). He doesn't have a lot to say most of the time. But whenever we needed help with anything he was there for us showing us the most rational way through the problem.
I could say so much about all that he has taught me and all that he has done for me. But mostly I am so grateful for the example that he has alway shown me.
And I would love to be just like him.
Thanks dad, for everything. (Even though I know you don't read my blog, so I will have to tell you one day.)
Hosted by Cecily and Sue
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sepia Scenes: Tumbled
In a small canyon not far from my home is an old ghost mining town called Standardville. There once stood a grand Post Office proud and strong.
Even the most sturdy of stone is eventually worn down by time.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Wordless Wednesday: Preference Ball Horror
The ugliest thing I've ever been forced to make for a high school dance.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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