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Head in the Clouds

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Head in the Clouds

Yesterday I took most of my crew to my niece’s graduation. If I had a nickel for every time I’ve said they grow up too fast I could almost afford to feed this crew! All the way to the graduation I warned them that we have to be quiet and still- that’s a bit of a challenge for these kids. I expected to have to repeat myself at least 3 times. We had only been seated a few minutes when someone was pulling on my sleeve.

“Mom, mom, moooooooom?!” I glared over at my little Diva, who promptly tattled “They’re talking!” I looked past her at 3 silent brothers, and lowered my eyebrows quizzically. “Not them, THEM!” She pointed behind us at a group of people who seemed to have a case of the giggles. The kind of giggles that might be happening on “That 70s Show”… Read the rest of this entry

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Potluck

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All my kids have ADD or ADHD or OCD or ODD… if it’s got an acronym, we’ve probably got it somewhere in this household. It can make for some challenges. One thing we don’t have is a dull moment. EVER.

Last night in the minutes between football / dance / and cheer practice, I whipped up some Taco Salads to feed my crew. I doubled what I normally cook, which happens to be a lot, because I knew the night of practice would lead to extra hungry kids, and it’s been a while since we had any leftovers to grace the shelves of our refrigerator.

I love to cook three of four days of big meals, and then have an “eat whatever you can find” kind of night. I guess you might call that “Potluck”, but, when you have 5 hungry boys, you don’t always have anything left for Potluck night. Last night I was just about to put away the rest of the refried beans when my son Trenton said “Would you like me to clean out the pan of beans?” Read the rest of this entry

When Doves Cry

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Since  Mondays just naturally suck, what better day to sit back and share some good memories? Music is deeply ingrained in my life, there’s always a song that reminds me of something, so I am declaring Mondays as the day for Music Memories! Grab a graphic (comment if you want a different color and I will post it for you) and share your best stories about your favorite songs, or the band you love, or the concert you went to or the movie  soundtrack that always reminds you of that one time… 

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I must’ve been about 8 years old the time I passed out at the fair. It’s one of many embarrassing stories I have about fainting in public. I never do it gracefully.  Now to be honest, I don’t recall if it was a festival, fair, church bazaar, or school carnival, I just can’t quite remember all the details, but I remember this: It was hot. I was wearing jeans and a white button down shirt. I kept looking down at the jeans wishing I had chosen to wear my “coolots” instead. (Coolots: sometimes referred to as a skort; the first cross-breed clothing I ever owned, they were some strange concoction of skirt-shorts-capri pants that everybody was wearing on the opposite end of the Cyndi Lauper hair do’s.)

My hot pink pen-striped purse hung from the long string around my shoulders with a few tickets and my lucky CareBear inside. I decided to do the cake walk. Round and round and round we went. The music was playing “how can you leave me standing alone in a world that’s so cold!” What did he know?? It wasn’t cold at all. It was 100° at least. Of course, according to my children, I’m so old that my childhood pre-dates global warming, so my memory is probably exaggerating. Still, I remember feeling icky in my stomach as I walked around and around, the chairs disappearing from the circle one at a time, listening to the artist formerly known as the stupid symbol no one could pronounce till he finally regained enough of his senses to admit that we should still call him Prince! Now here’s where I would normally add a little link to his songs so you could bounce over to YouTube for a little listen, but this guy is such a fanatic that he actually sits around making sure no one posts his music on the web. Anywhere. I don’t know how he is doing himself any favors with that, but ok, I didn’t say he regained all his senses, just enough to have a name for those royalty checks to be made out to.

Finally, the last round, it was just me and this middle-aged bald guy. Sadly, as I type that, I realize I’m married to the middle aged bald guy now days. The lady stopped the music, and we both landed at the same time on the little chair, neither of us willing to budge an inch to give it up. So she tried again, and again we tied, so she decided to use a little trivia as the tie-breaker. “Name this song and the person who sings it” she said and as the old bald guy was thinking with a perplexed look on his face, I shouted out “Prince, When the Doves Cry.”

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