Just watch...

I found this video in the Hurt archives. I just shake my head.... Talon, Talon, Talon... (sigh). He's about 4 in this video.

Not usually into cliché, but it DOES speak for itself!~

ThEEEE MOST DISGUSTING child EVER!

I've been debating for awhile about posting this one, with all the perverts and wierdos, who knows who will get arrested for what anymore. But, I just can't wait until she graduates to post this. My daughter, who I speak of quite a bit, is unlike most kids. I try to tell people this, but no one really understands to what extent I mean. Yet, she's truly one of my biggest heroes! Here's a few reasons why....

I must tell you that this is not meant for the week stomachs and, YES, it involves TMI! You are about to experience a variety of bizarre emotions as you watch/look at a few of these pics/vids. Some worse than others. I'll try to ease you into it...

Sweet and innocent enough? Or so you would think...

Lover of worms...

Ré at 7. Beware....

I know, I know, I know...

AAaaaaahhhh. But, when she's sleeping....

Home Is... A Tuesday Thought. (It is Tuesday, right?)

Home Is

Home is where quart jars house earth's goods

Where the clothe's line is the place to spot the seasonal bird

Where there's never a full crayon in the half full box and the yo-yo always bumps the floor

Where there's an inate faith that the sun will always rise and the sun will always set in that same lead glass window

Home is where the rugs are warn and the piano needs tuned

Where the quietness means "they're up to something" and the steps are the preferred place to house your shoes

Where there's more stuffed animals on the bed than blanket

And on the dining table, a bible spread open in the hopes of finding daily comfort

Where the bills are high, but who cares

Where quiet time's when the sun leaves

Where the printer never has any ink

And a prayer is the last thing you think

Home is where to a friend, foe, family or not, the front door always says welcome

Where there's more school papers than books

Where there's more coats than hooks

Where I long to be even after the nicest of vacations

Well , maybe it's not your's, but I call it "Home".

Garden Fence

Okay, so we're poor, yeah? We're currently working on installing (ourselves, one by one) a privacy fence in the backyard. Something that we've always wanted to do for safety, etc (stray dogs + kids = ya know) but, since we've had the pups we recognize the need for one NOW! Having said all of that, I planted a garden (veggies - nothing fancy, just what I can find cheap) and if those dogs get into that garden I will lose grip! Well, we can barely afford the privacy fence sections so I thought maybe I could make one myself. It doesn't have to be fancy, just sufficient. It doesn't even have to match. I thought about collecting stray sections of picket fencing here and there, but even the junk stores want 20-30 dollars for one section and you can buy one new for that price. PPPLLLTTTHH!

So, I've found pieces of wood and other things that I think I can use and just started piecing things together. I need about 60 feet of fence and this is what I've come up with so far:




Here's my garden... 15x15



This is my first section: Isn't it cute? I used 2x4's from an old skid and old scrap wood, then put scrap pieces of wood on them.

My baby's really playing the part. We call this: "Man in deep thought..." LOL!
And how cute is this? I used a candle holder that I couldn't sell in a yard sale for the past 3 years!... and put the little flowers that the kids planted in it.

Here's another piece:

This is probably my favorite so far. You may not be able to see it but, there's a little blue metal basket hanging on the left, I'll probably put some fake or dried flowers in. There's a Coca-Cola sign I never did anything with, a gourd bird house in the middle on the bottom (I have 3 more of these that I'll probably use). That blue piece of wood cut at an angle was leftover wood that we used for a shelf. The red thing is an old license plate...

This is my final piece: I was so glad. All of this took maybe 5 hours from start to finish. We've got about 15' of fence so far and still have more wood leftover to get about 10 more feet or so. Using things like shutters or scrap wood really helps to take up fence space. When I get the whole thing done I'll take better pictures and post them. (My camera's lense failed to survive the test that Talon put it through so I'm using my CAMERA PHONE! HA)
You see, nothing fancy. And I've been able to put old things I have around the house on them. That level was André's dad's and is probably about 40 years old! Oh, well. I like it!

And by the by, don't my Spirea shrubs look gorgeous dahling?!

They're so pretty cascading on the side of my house.
They're so soft, when you walk by them it feels like cold feathers brushing your skin. And the smell... AAHHHH. Simply heavenly. Subtle, yet sweet. MMmmm Perfect! Thank you Jehovah!

21 Things I NEVER said BEFORE I had children...

1. Why is there a bar of soap in the garbage disposal?



2. We write on paper, not the bottoms of our feet. By the way, keep them out of your mouth.



3. Why do you want to know if "Daddy can get fixed"?



4. Who left a tissue in their pocket b4 I did the laundry?



5. Why are there so many rocks stuffed in your diaper. (Now they've moved onto pockets... or anything that a rock will stay in...)



6. Talon's poop is the color of the crayon box mixed with sand... hhhmmm.



7. Honey, pads aren't toilet paper for girls.



8. A weenis IS your elbow!



9. If someone has something on their face that's supposed to be there, it's not nice for you to try to take it off.



10. No, I can't 'just write a check'. Where do you think the money comes from?



11. It will grow if you stop playing with it!



12. It's not nice to touch other people's private places. And NO, I don't want to know what it felt like!



13. That's just something dogs do... (to everything!)



14. I love you honey, but can you please stop 'sharing with me'. You licked it.



15. Again, I love you. If you don't .... I'm going to throw you out of the nearest window.



16. Okay, but if you fall out of it, I'm not taking you to the hospital.



17. You can't just pull your winger out and pee anywhere you'd like.



18. Why is there gum in the bathroom drain and who put the ink pen in the toilet. (Yes, we've replaced the toilet twice since Talon's been born.)



19. If you wipe your butt good, maybe it won't be so itchy.



20. Put YOUR boob in his mouth. (Speaking to André)



21. Sometimes your breathe stinks too!


Just a side note:
See what'd I tell you? Not even 24 hours after I published this post look at what they did... I wonder if you can guess WHO this is and guess WHO did this to them...
Guess what they used? Paint, nail polish? NO! A fr3@k*n permanent marker! HHMMMmm... Any suggestions on how to remove this quickly?

I think I'm like, the best Mom EVER!... Except yesterday...

Okay, so funny story... The fourth graders at Ré's school are all learning about the pioneer days. It's been a really great curriculum for the kids. Their teacher gets really involved... with projects and songs. Well, RéAnna and her 4th grade class are supposed to be going to this awesome 1 room school house in Greene county. All of the children are given the task of really playing the parts; dressing like 'Little House', packing lunch in a metal box or a basket, no disposable things, no bananas- only food they would have eaten. Then, there's actually a teacher that teaches them for the day and they get to play games outside the same fashion as were played in the early 1900's. So, exciting, yeah?

Well, last week (to refresh my memory) I asked RéAnna which day this was going to take place on... She told me 2 different dates and one was on a Sunday, so she wasn't 100% sure, but she finally said it was Wednesday. Well, I told her to make sure and let me know- b/c I really wanted to go all out: salt pork, corn bread, home made apple butter.... blah blah. Well, yesterday I go to take her to school, she gets there early b/c of the time I have to drop Talon off at his school, so as I pull up to the school I notice a couple of children getting out of their cars in 'Laura Ingalls' wear! OMG! I looked at Ré and screamed, "OMG Ré! I thought it was Wednesday!" Ré's screaming, "I thought it was! What do we do?!" Okay, so I call the school to see when the busses would be leaving. I race home! Ré rushes upstairs to put on her planned outfit. I race to make her a lunch meat sandwich, granola, apple, water in a glass jar- lunch in a basket with cloth napkins! YIKES! Okay, we race to get out of the house, she looks soooooo beautiful (I even flat ironed her hair). We race to school and get there with 7 minutes to spare, PHEW!~

All day long I couldn't wait to see how her day went. I was soooo excited for her, I really wanted to go to this thing! So when I went to pick up Ré from school, I noticed she kinda had a look on her face.... Hhhmmmm. Didn't seem right. I knew something was wrong. So, she got in the car. I said, "What' wrong?'' Ré then says: "MOM! (sigh) All of the classes (all 3) are going seperately to the school. It was Ms. Paulsen's class' turn today, not Mrs. T's!"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OMG! I had such a bizarre feeling. Like I felt soooooo bad for her b/c of her having to wear her costume all day, but at the same time it was the funniest thing that she had to wear her costume all day! Of course, she attempted to blame it on me and I tried to explain that that's where misscommunication gets you....

So, this is how my little one went to school yesterday, as the rest of the class was normal...

HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HHEEE! HHEEE! HHEEE! HA! HA! GASP! SIGH!