Hi friends. Been trying to call me lately? Yeah…um, the hubby "accidentally" cut the phone line while digging up a fence in our backyard. So…you know, call me on my cell and I'll continue to not answer…
Sorry Tanya! Just come over, seriously! You know you're welcome into my messy home any day, any time.
I turns out that I'm enjoying my Monday nights alone with the kids a lot more than I would have previously expected. In fact, I down-right love 'em!
Last night, especially, because Kembry went to bed at 7:30!! I didn't know what to do with myself, having only one child who actually BEHAVES. (Don't get me wrong, I adore Kembry Jeany Bum, but sometimes even Saints, such as myself, need a break!)
So, we got out a puzzle. Something Cohen and I would NEVER have been able to do if Kembry was awake and Daddy was home. Kembry would've picked up the pieces and thrown them around my perfectly clean room (HA!) and daddy would've…daddy would've…daddy would've distracted mommy. That's what he always does.
Anywho, I thought I'd share with you some cute Cohen pictures.
Thanks Steph! I love hearing about things people wouldn't normally just talk about.
What are the last three things you purchased? (Aside from groceries)
What are the last three songs you downloaded for you iPod
What are your three favorite movies? (I'll have to answer that in terms of THIS EXACT SECOND, because they change every other second.)
What are three things you have not done yet? (I'm going with Steph on this one and assuming its THREE THINGS I'd like to do).
What are three things you cannot live without excluding people?
What are your three favorite dishes?
Sorry….I couldn't help it.
What are you three favorite TV shows?
What are the last three places to which you traveled that are more than 100 miles away?
What are your three favorite deserts?
What are three things you would buy if money was not an issue?
(I'm going to answer this for Brett, because he talked about this last night and it was so funny. He's cute.)
Three people I tag:
Today I'm grateful for books. You thought I was going to talk about how super-grateful I am for grandma's huh? Well, you're wrong! I mean, you're right in that I am super-grateful for grandma's, but they'll get their day. Oh, they'll get their day.
Anywho, books. The two of you who know me probably don't know that I actually do have a nose, though it's usually pressed nicely into the spine of a book. My love of reading, and therefore love of smooshed noses, came from mi pap. I was but a weee lass when he indoctrinated this insatiable need to be constantly reading. He read to me when I was a little girl, and as time went on, he would pay me $$BIG BUCKS$$ to read a book, and then write a report on it. We're talkin' TEN DOLLAR BILLS here folks.
My very first REAL chapter book was "The Giver" by Lois Lowry. And the list goes on for twenty miles from there.
I am so grateful for books. They're a transport into another world. Reading Rainbow says it best: "I can go anywhere! It's in a book so just take a look…" They work my brain out. They teach me new words like "brooding" and "crux" and such. I like crux. I envy writers their imaginations, their fortitude to sit down and put on paper on the evil going-ons in their brains and then let hundreds of thousands of people read them.
Like Stephenie Myer. Wasn't she worried that people would be thinking "What a crazy psycho-sexual woman this Stephenie Meyer woman is!"? I mean, not that I thought that or anything…
I'm grateful for the women of the 18th and 19th century who were witty and funny and feisty and didn't care what the "man" thought. They wrote some of my favorite books. Like "Pride and Prejudice" and "Jane Eyre" and "Anne of Green Gables" and "Wuthering Heights". Books like these will probably never be written again because there just aren't women like these women anymore. We're all too "feminist" and "let me pay for my own dinner pig" and "who needs to write a book when I've got TIVO" sort of chicks who don't shave their armpits or wear bras. Ok, that's mostly me. Regardless.
I'm grateful for the men in the same era who had social and political stances that were potentially dangerous to their lives, but they went ahead and made note of the times. "The Count of Monte Cristo" by Dumas, "A Tale of Two Cities" by Dickens (though it was written by an Englishman a couple of decades late…so his life really wasn't at risk for his opinion, he was just depressed and angry…) and "Les Miserables" which I was FINALLY able to finish and am still depressed because of it. I learned a lot about French History from fictional novels. So there Mr. Wood! And I must throw in there "The Phantom of the Opera", because, to me, that's one of the sweetest love stories ever. Edward and Bella have nothing on Christine and Raul!
I love watching my children grow to love and appreciate books. They're only 2 and 3, but already they lie in bed and look at books and try to read them. Cohen makes up his own stories; he's so creative, so imaginative. I've even given Brett the "book fever".
I think about "1984" and "The Book Thief" and all the horror of piles of books burning. Gone. What we lost in the fire, indeed. I hear that Junior Highs have band "To Kill a Mockingbird". This is beyond me. PTA 2010 BEWARE!
Books are an amazing blessing. They give us an interesting look into history. Not just the going-ons, but what the people were like, what they thought, their opinions. Just like the Beatles who wrote passionate music about their views, writers all over the world in every era have left us amazing footprints and insights into their world. "The Book of Mormon" and "The Bible" are amazing books with a history of world and creation, truth and knowledge, good and evil, love and hate. I'm so grateful for these books above all, because they give me the most important knowledge.
So take that and smoke it in your pipe "BIG BROTHER"!
Oh my, these grand pappy's are by far the greatest three grand pappy's this side of the Nile. Either side of the Nile. In DeNILE. Haha, stupid joke.
Dad. My dad. Papa Tim. I think he started contemplating grand-babies 6.8 seconds after he found out Brett and I were getting married. He didn't stop pestering. He was so excited that Brett and I decided to invite him to Cohen's ultrasound where Cohen was named Buford by my dad. Well, needless to say, Buford and Papa Tim are nearly inseparable. I had more baseball hats on my pregnant belly that anyone should have to put up with. Papa Tim works on choo choo trains, and even took Cohen and Kembry on one! He thinks of grand-dad-hood the way I think of roast beef and mashed potatoes with carrots: our eyes get all glazed over and we begin to drool. Like father like daughter. Bit different though…I guess…I mean, I hope he doesn't want to eat my babies!!
Let's throw into the mix Papa Mike. Oy gava. Papa Mike. Toys in the diaper, chocolate ALL THE TIME, giggling non-stop, crude remarks about bodily functions. I remember not having any expectations of Mike when we had Cohen. I remember thinking that it was okay if he didn't take right away to a new born baby. And I was right to. Mikey doesn't like the newborn babies so much. He says they look like creepy aliens, and, after he explained to me why, I can kind of see it. Anywho, not long after this little revelation about Mikey's feelings towards newborns, Kembry came along. Love at first site. One day, Kembry was only a few weeks old, Marilyn handed the girl over to the grandpa and said, "Hold her for a sec." Well, he had his arms out all awkward like, but he held her the rest of the afternoon. He even looked at her a few times. Needless to say, he's now happily wrapped around her tiny little fingers.
Papa Scott and the race cars. That's all we get out of Cohen. Papa Scott and the race cars. Papa Scott has a race car. Papa Scott was watching race cars. Cohen and Papa Scott are truly a match made in heaven. Anything that goes fast, they both react the same way I react to roast beef and mashed potatoes with carrots: eyes all glazed over and drool and all. What? I like roast beef, and they really love things that go fast! And what Brett and I love about Papa Scott is that he has some strange defense against Kembry's puppy-dog-give-me-anything-and-everything-I-want eyes. Well, almost completely immune…
Today I'm grateful for these grand-pappies. They make my kids lives! Anytime you even begin to say "Papa" we get bright eyes and squeals of delight. After a visit, the kids talk about it for days. Thank you Papa Tim, Papa Mike and Papa Scott and the race car. We love and appreciate you so much!! Now where's my roast beef?
Oh my, I'm sure I need not go into detail about my gratitude for rain. I'm sure the two of you who read my blog agree with me whole heartedly.
But oh my, I am so very grateful for rain. I love the way the wet dirt and grass smell. The way the street lights reflect of the shiny surface of the road. The sound of splashing as cars drive through big puddles; in my case, it's usually on purpose.
I love rain in the early morning. It's a unique color of clouds that cover the skies then. A dark purple mixed with blue mixed with a unique color of silver and yellow as the sun tries to break through the wall of rain. It never really does, but I'm grateful that it tries so hard.
I love the way it feels on my skin, on my skull. I love feeling each little droplet hit my head. I love it, too, when it's a torrential down pour, and you can't be outside for more than a second without getting completely and utterly soaked.
I'm gonna go stand outside in the rain for a bit folks. Please feel free to visit me in the hospital once I get pneumonia again!
So super easy. This coming from a person whose attempted to make her own header for like six months now, STILL WITH NO SUCCESS. Hence the one you see now. Anywho…
Steph, if I can do it, Sasquatch can. Now who wants to come and hold my hand and show me how to make a customized header? Kimbie? Alright, we've got a volunteer!
P.S. The best part is the FONTS! You don't have to go all HTML crazy in blogger. You get 'em all right here…awesome.
As I posted before, I found some friends from high school on the good ol' WWW. Well, Anna Banana (I've never actually called her that, and I hope she doesn't disown me as a human being for doing so) posted about being able to post FROM MICROSOFT WORD! I had to read her post a few times, for my eyes were in complete disbelief. And my brain was a puddle of goo. Is. Is a puddle of goo.
So here I am, POSTING FROM MICROSOFT WORD! This may only be exciting for you technically challenged folks like myself. Basically, this is exciting only for me. But, because we're so close, my two readers, I thought I would share this most exciting piece of news.
That is all.
Have a lovely weekend. I'll leave you alone now.
