Guess who figured out to hack into Shyloh’s blog account?!?!?!?!!

Don’t you love me Shyloh?!?! Just some friendly pay back:)

P.S.

Tag your it:) 

Back to square 1…journaling

Every few days I sit down to blog and after sitting, staring at the blank computer screen for a few minutes I ask my family, “I neeed a blog topic!” As you can tell, by my lack of blog posts, they never have any good suggestions. The fact that I can’t come up with a post on my own is concerning though. It means I have a really bad case of…writers block. *gasp!!* That’s what happens when I stop blogging.

I say all of that above for one reason: I need to start blogging more.

So, today my mom gave me a really awesome block topic. It was a meaty one that would stir up a lot of controversy. (Which ya’ll know I love.) But red flags were raised when I sat and couldn’t for the life of me even figure out how to start the post. That’s when I knew my blogging cramp had gotten to an all time dangerously high level.

I realized that I need to go back to square one, like in Kindergarten…journaling. Because simple journal posts tend to stir up writing creativity.

When I mentioned this to my mom, she agreed and gave me my first journal subject: A Bodey update.

So, tomorrow, I will begin my journaling with a nice little update on Bodey. Hopefully, one complete with pictures.

Wish me luck as I embark on this journey of journaling to find and renew my blogging/writing love and passion.

Emma Watson “Less is more”

I’m probably going to lose a few blog readers by admitting this, (giggle) but I am not a Harry Potter fan. I’ve never read the books and I refuse to watch the movies.

But, I stumbled across an article online the other day about Emma Watson.  And after reading it, I now somewhat like the girl.

The article gave a quote from her that impressed me.

“I find the whole concept of being ‘sexy’ embarrassing and confusing. If I do an interview with photographs people desperately want to change me – dye my hair blonder, pluck my eyebrows, give me a fringe. Then there’s the choice of clothes. I know everyone wants a picture of me in a mini-skirt. But that’s not me. I feel uncomfortable. I’d never go out in a mini-skirt. It’s nothing to do with protecting the Hermione image. I wouldn’t do that. Personally, I don’t actually think it’s even that sexy. What’s sexy about saying, ‘I’m here with my boobs out and a short skirt, have a look at everything I’ve got?’ My idea of sexy is that less is more. The less you reveal the more people can wonder.”

Its rare to see young stars with their heads screwed on right. Its refreshing to see. :)

Now a dose of sweetness:

 

Such a boy…

Raaaarrr!!

Double Dedications!

On Sunday we got the boys dedicated. I bet Pastor Rob has never done a double dedication before! ;-)

It was really special to do it together. It’s fun watching the boys as they take various milestones together.

I just know they are going to be best friends!! :)

I love this picture of the four of us!!

Pumpkin Patch!!

Today my mom and I took all the kiddos to the pumpkin patch!

We had a picnic lunch, and spent the afternoon catching minnows in the fish pond, trying to work up the nerve to go in the dark creepy hay maze (which we never did do) and looked at all the animals.

And of course, we took a bajillion and one photos.  I’m sure my mom will post pictures from our day on her blog. I didn’t want to spend an hour waiting for all the cute ones to upload! ;-)

So I’m only posting a few of the boys. They are so adorable. I have no pictures hanging on my walls of my house yet, but I’m defiantly going to be printing up one of these for my barren walls soon!!

Aren’t they just sooooo cute??!!

How many boys does it take to walk Maycie?

     

Answer: Two strong strapin’ young lads.

The Slumber party that wasn’t

Two nights ago we sat down for dinner at my parent’s kitchen table. As everyone was settling themselves in their seats, I started looking around and realized that everyone had these cute little cards next to their plates with their names written on them. Everyone that is, except Jeff and I.

All my snobby siblings secretly cracked their cards open and peeked inside. With little giggles and meaningful glances going around the kitchen table I knew that I was being left out of something. And judging by how they were all acting…I knew it must have been good.

After I pried one of the cute little cards from a siblings sticky grasp, I ripped it open and was crushed to read the following:

You are invited:

To a Slumber Party in Mama and Daddy’s room!

When: Saturday night

R.S.V.P. to Mama or Daddy

Be there or be square!

 

It was made clear rather quickly, that Jeff nor I were invited. *sniff sniff*

The next two days were spent listening to all my siblings ooh and aww over all the fun they were planning on having. Visions of movies, ice cream and pillow fights clouded their sight.

At first, I’m not gonna lie. I was a bit jealous. My mom tried to comfort me by explaining why we weren’t invited. But it was a lame reason to not invite us. And it didn’t comfort me at all.

But after a few hours of feeding my sorrow, I decided not to let them get the best of me. I decided that Jeff and I would have some mad fun of our own…we would have our OWN little slumber party at our own house. And guess what? None of them were invited.

We were going to eat ice cream, watch a movie, eat ice cream, have a pillow fight, eat ice cream, eat more ice cream and have more fun than they could ever dream of having.

Sooo, last night finally arrives. The big slumber party. Jeff and I were kicked out around 8, so that they could begin their party without us. But that was okay with us, we were gonna have our own crazy fun.

We got home, put Bodey to bed, started our movie and served up our 1st bowl of ice cream.

….10 minutes later…. “snoooooorrreeeeeee.”

……20 minutes later…. (Jeff, waking up) “Um, I’m gonna go to bed. I’m already falling asleep no sense fighting it.”

So, the rest of the evening was me.

Having a one man slumber party.

And oooh boy, was it ever fun.

Just me. Myself. And I.

And lemme tell you….I’m a real kick in the pants.

What a party.

Oh yesssss family, be so jealous of all the fun I had. And keep me and all my funness in mind for the next time you plan a slumber party. ;-)

Ladies and Gentlemen…

THIS is why you should balance your checkbooks.

Please learn from my mistakes.