What are you thankful for?

In no particular order:

James: Food.

Rosie: Justin Bieber.

Julie: Hey, that's what I'm thankful! And family.

Patrick: Having five days off of school.

Daniel: I'm thankful for video games.

Bella: ....ummmm.... for EVERYthing!

Rosie: I'm also thankful for Milky (her kitten).

Julie: And I'm also thankful for Mali (her cat).

Fred: The health of my family.

Anne: I'm thankful for....
James baking the bread
Rosie making the corn casserole
Julie baking the apple pie
Patrick making the mashed potatoes
Daniel cooking the green bean casserole
Bella making the sweet potatoes
Fred making the gravy
My sister making the munchies
All the good eats
All the good lovin
All my chillens
All my family.
















And I'm also thankful for all of my readers. And for their voting talents. You all can click this brown button like nobody's business and I love you for it. Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Have an awesome day.

Oops

I let the day get away from me without writing.

I could blame it on my *%@#&^% computer, which taunts me with its connectivity one minute and then whips it out from under my feet the next.

Jezebel.

I could blame it on having to clean out the chicks' water dish 3 times today b/c they keep clogging it with wood chips that soak up all the water and then they stare at me with their little beady chickie eyes. Pleading silently for water, water ....

I could blame it on possibly finding the solution to that problem by placing 2 bricks under the water dish so it sits up higher out of the bedding.

Or on the fact that while I was in the barn to fetch the bricks I got distracted and before I knew it I had built a little hutch within their room as well as a small table for their food and water dishes for when I move the chicks out of the tub and into the Chick Shack.

Or if I want to sound more like a good mother and less like a grungy farmhand, I could blame it on making some homemade Play Doh with the kids, using a neat recipe I found that uses Kool Aid packs to flavor and scent the dough. We played with it (myself + all the kids but the oldest) for like an hour. Some of our sculptures included a foot, a beanie-sportin' snowman sticking his tongue out, severed fingers, hearts proclaiming undying fidelity to the one and only Justin Bieber, and a newly-hatched-still-in-the-shell chick.

Oh well. As pathetic as it sounds, it's 9:45 and this good-mother/grungy farmhand is heading to bed.

Better luck tomorrow.

Creeper Alert

OK, regardless of what I may have said in my Valentine's Day post about crushing on JB

aka Justin Bieber
aka The Biebs

(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhoXZlj_cqxGjUT7xF-gLZ0aFEsewPKNiULRnW74htkj_Tkog_P-Z61EUWxWbbb_fsbVZxzH5tdAsQuB9U6WnX9C2rhGpV-CKOhQA1dIHSOHYzV8R9YjOqxB389azdYcmqIW7G7YYuQI/s200/Justin-Bieber-justin_bieber-sexy-agile.jpg)

it is patently untrue.

The reason I feel strongly about pointing this out is because of some recent Facebook activity on my profile.

See, I have two newly-minted teen girls that are itching and jonesing to get their very own Facebook accounts by the end of this school year. For now, they have to be content with learning the ropes on mine. They have to prove their salt by showing they know the basic rules.

Basic rules including, but not limited to:

*Limiting communication to those people they know face-to-face.
yeah, but I know so-n-so and they know so-n-so, so it's like the same thing.
No dice.

*Not being a stalker of the nth degree by posting on everyone's wall allllllll the time, whether they are biffels or barely-know-you acquaintences.
yeah, but she's so-n-so's BFF, so I'm sure they must like when I post on their wall every third second of the day.
Uhhhh, no.

*If they have to ask me if they know someone then it's safe to assume they don't.
(Pointing to the name of my step-cousin's wife living 1/2 way across the country): I know her, right? So I can chat with her?
Yeah.
Really?
No.

Anyway, these two teeny-boppers have recently discovered on FB that there are fan pages for JB, and the other crush, David Archuleta (little-known American Idol runner-up several seasons ago). I gave them the thumbs-up for visiting these sites and they have been ogling and drooling to their hearts' content.

But then it came to my attention that they were also posting comments.

Under MY profile!

So the lovely and talented Justin and David now have comments like,

Justin, I think you're hot
and
David, I'm your biggest fan
and
I had a dream last night that we got married

All with my name and picture next to the lusting commentary.

I can only imagine these boys, both of them still in their teen years, reading through their comments and seeing the picture of a 40-something hag next to them.





Ack.


So I implore you all, any of you that have visited my FB page and seen my lusty comments to JB or David, to understand that it is
NOT ME
sending these love notes.

Do you understand the possible ramifications here?

There could be scandal.
There could be investigations.
There could be the revokation of my school clearances allowing me to chaperone field trips, help out at the book fair, and volunteer on Field Day in 95 degree weather when they're all running and screaming like banshees and they all stink to high heavens and they're sick of school and they're counting the minutes till summer vacation.

....blink....

Hold that thought. I've got to go post a few things on FB.


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Valentine's Day. It's All About the Romance.

5:15 Awakened by shrill beeping. Stupid alarm clock. I was having a wonderful dream about my new crush Justin Bieber. I saw the movie last night with my girls and I know I could be his Grandma (OK, maybe a slightly younger friend of his Grandma's), so hang me, but he is so stinkin' cute. Any female, no matter the age, would be rendered helpless when he flips his hair like that in 3D slo-mo. Anyway, who am I supposed to crush on that's in my age group. Barry Manilow?

Showered and dressed and headed downstairs. Hung up birthday banner. Started coffee and set out the morning meds. Made breakfast for the masses. Arranged on the breakfast table seven adorable Valentine's bags filled with cards, trinkets and sweets.

Love must be in the air 'cuz there was a minimum of Morning Bickers today.
Moment of Rejoicing #1

7:00 Got five kids on bus. Woke sixth child up. Hubs came downstairs and I told him Good-Morning-Happy-Valentine's-Day-Happy-Birthday. Happy Valentine's Day to you, too, said he, and he plodded on off to work.
Did I imagine it or did his hair do a little flip as he walked out the door?

8:30 Drove 6th child to school and then headed up the road to do my Monday Morning Grocery Shopping. I am nothing if not a woman of consistency and routine, romance be damned. Managed to fill my cart for under $200 for the first time in like a month.
Moment of Rejoicing #2

12:00 Groceries put away. Baked BD cake for hubs. Began taking down the remaining Christmas decorations.
I know. Dec 25th - Feb 14th. I can do the math. Hush now. I will be judged by a higher authority than man.

3:00 All kids home from school, and I ran out the door with 2 or 3 of them to do last minute (seriously, last minute) birthday shopping for their Dad.
As we were wrapping the gifts, he walked in the door. We all wished him Happy-Birthday-Happy-Valentine's-Day and hugs and kisses were dispensed all around. He had a treat for me. Gourmet chocolate-covered strawberries.
Moment of Rejoicing #4

5:00 I demanded of hubs that he stop vascillating and decide what he wanted to do for dinner. He finally proclaimed that he wished not to go out, but rather to have a quiet night in, and order take-out samiches. So my labor-worn fingers dialed the buttons on the phone and ordered dinner. Then I hopped in the car with a kid or two (and I think a small dog) and off we jetted to pick up dinner. No romantic candle-lit dinner, but then again, no cooking either.
Moment of Rejoicing #5

6:30 Dinner consumed, hubs opened presents, with much ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the little gifts the kids and I picked out for him. Wrappings discarded, folks scattered about the house, watching TV, destroying aliens, reading, texting. House quiet and cozy.
OK, maybe it's no pop-star lifestyle. But to me it was
Moment of Rejoicing #6

And I'll take it .....