1.....That's crazy!!!!

So, my baby boy turned 1 on Saturday. I can't even believe how quickly this year has gone by. He's such a busy, curious little mcnasty. He has a pretty intense personality. He was slow to giggle, but when he finally did; it was soooo worth it. He frequently cries so hard that he passes out for a second or two. (It's scary). He was also slow to crawl.....though that wouldn't stop him....he rolled like a ball. He's going now. We totally thought that he would skip crawling & go straight to walking. He has always been the kind of baby that when we pulled him up from laying; he would lock his knees & wanted to be right up on his feet. He has only been crawling for about 3 weeks, & has been pulling himself up to the furniture & steppin' along for about 2 1/2 weeks. His brothers still really like him, but he's not quite getting into their stuff....YET!!! Anyway...Happy Birthday Slader!!!

1 + 1 = 4

Please refer to my last post. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Apparently, what we all learned about math can be thrown out the window. 1 + 1 (normally) = 2. 1 + 1 (has also been known to) = 3. BUT They're having TWINS!!!!...which means.... 1 + 1 (NOW) = 4. We are so excited (& a little nervous) for you David & Marysol.

THEY...are having a baby

Sooooo........It's officially out so I can express my excitement. Our fantastic friends, Marysol & David, are Having a Baby. They are due in early July....on the very day of their 6th Anniversary. Monty thought it was weird when I counted back weeks from their due date to figure out exactly how far along she is. Pffff....I'll only admit to being mildly stalker-esk. They were very excited to tell us when we showed up in our old ward (just for the heck of it) at the beginning of the month. If we hadn't have been in the chapel when David blurted it out; I would have screamed with excitement. It has been interesting seeing guys & girls that were early teens when we moved here; turn into husbands & wives & now turning into Daddies & Mommies SIDE-BAR..... I have to admit tho...I think that we may have lost our babysitters. They are soooooo great with our boys....The boys really love them. I did mention that to David & he said... "Oh no..we'd just bring the baby with us." That's noble...we'll see. We love you Mommy & Daddy!!!!! We are crazy excited for you. As my Dad said when we anounced that we were expecting Haiden.... "It's about bloody time."

It's a Girl.....FINALLY!!

No.....I did not have a baby & I'm not pregnant....& besides, the way that numbers go we would end up with a 5th boy (not that there's anything wrong with that). A little background.... We had our 12 1/2 year old Chocolate Point Siamese boy, Denver, put down back in June. We had had him since he was 3 months old. We have been missing him like crazy. We have found ourselves saying things like, "Denver would have loved that." So we figured it was time to get a new baby. I started a hunt for a new Siamese in the city or a breeder within the province. My sister down in Lethbridge called me at the beginning of the week & told me that there was an ad in the paper for Siamese kittens. I sent her on recon to check them out. She did & sent me some pictures of a few of the 10 babies (2 litters). So we drove down to "Poedunk" aka Welling & selected a new baby. We were not pre-set on male or female. We were planning to make our decision on personality & cutieness. Well....It's a Girl....Finally!!!! She is 9 1/2 weeks old. Both of her parents are Seal Point Siamese so she could either end up being Seal Point or the lighter Chocolate Point. She's really cute...but not as pretty as our boy, Denver, was when we got him. We messed around with name spellings for a female (if that's what we ended up getting). Her name is "Seaehty". That is pronounced Cee Eh Tee (C. A. T.) She has been surprisingly good. She is an under the bed bare toe attacker & a you can't move your hands or feet in bed for the first 10 or 15 minutes diver. The boys have been really good with her...including Slade, who is only 10 months old. She sometimes goes right behind him (where he can reach her) & kicks him in the diaper. He franticly turns from one side to the other trying to get her to stop. Anyway...for those of you who though I got a girl piranha....{cough cough Tiff & Karrie}....now you know.

Welcome to My Life

Click...Below....Enjoy!!! Ain't that the truth.

Self Diagnosis

I feel as though I am highly qualified to diagnose myself because all of the medical professionals on Oprah & Dr. Phil tell us to "listen to your body". Oh, & by the way, I would jump at the opportunity to do the same for at least half of the general population.....of the world. Anyway..... So...I've decided that I suffer from (wait for it....you're gonna love this)......Body Dysmorphic Disorder. I believe that I suffer from this condition because I quite honestly believe that my body is smaller than it actually is. Now, don't get me wrong....I don't think that I'm a size 2 (or 4 or 6 or 16 or even 18) but seriously when I pick something up in a store that I think might fit....it very rarely does. There.....hopefully by me sharing my "problem"; I can help others out there.

Thieving Bandit in the House & Pic-Pocketing Bums in Walmart

I find myself singing in my head Cher's, "Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves". This morning when I went into Chayse & Brigham's room to wake them up for school, I noticed that the clothes that I have been telling Brigham to put away for 3 days, were still on his dresser. Normally I would have just screamed (again) for him to "Do it...RIGHT NOW!!!"...resulting in it still not getting done....so I did it myself. DUDE.....I SERIOUSLY HIT THE MOTHER LOAD. I just happen to see a baby shoes charm in his drawer. I felt a heat wave rise over my face. At that split second, Brigham sat bolt straight up with absolute fear in his eyes. I franticly started raking through his drawer, freaking & screaming the whole time. When I was finished destroying his drawer I had recovered a "Promise Ring" from Monty, my Engagement Ring & one of the side rings that goes with my Engagement Ring, a 4 garnet ring from my Mom for Graduation, a gold ring given when my Dad had his 1st Heart Attack, a gold ring with 3 crystals, a gold & diamond heart pendant, a pearl ring that I personally fished the pearl out of tank in San Francisco @ Fisherman's Wharf, Monty's School Ring, Monty's original Wedding Band, a watch face (that needs a new band) & the baby shoes charm that started the rampage. I could have quite easily killed him...& he knew it...& more importantly I knew it....so I walked away. THEN.......................................... After spending only an hour in Walmart I headed for the check out. Keep in mind...I am aware that I probably look like Freak Show with all 4 kids with me. Today I only had (afformentioned thief) Brig & Slade in his carseat on the end of the cart...so to be told "You look like you have your hands full." by the grubby, (not just smell but) reak of smoke & alcohol bums behind me in line was a total bunch of crap. Shortly after that comment was made, the woman of the pair started handing me things to put up on the till from my cart...all in the name of "help". Instantly, I felt weird & stressed. I didn't step away from my cart to put the stuff up that she was handing to me. I just took it & threw it over Slade onto the till. I was gracious & thanked her. The whole time she was handing me things; she & the long bearded man with her were asking me questions about the boys & commenting on my items. I knew when she handed me the last thing that it was the last thing & that she had no reason to reach back into the cart, so when she did I went on guard. In the blink of an eye she had my wallet; straight out of my bag, in her hand. In a fairly loud (loud enough that the Cashier heard me) & very stern voice I offered my opinion to her on the matter. "You might want to put that back before I start screaming for Security." She looked me straight in the eye, swallowed really hard, lowered my wallet back into the cart & she & her cohort backed away from my cart as I reached in for my wallet & bag & allowed me to push the cart through. I paid for my crap, turned to the couple & thanked her again for "helping" me & left. Just as I was loading my stuff into the van; 2 Security guys stopped them. Once I was in the van, my heart started racing & I felt mad & frustrated. I must have had "Easy Target" on my back today. NOT!!!!!!!! NOTE....Brigham is Grounded to his room every afternoon for 2 weeks. Might be tough for a 5 year old, but next time your jewelry box is cleaned out by your kid let me know how you feel.

Counting Down the Days...

So....we've had a really busy Summer...what with 4 trips down South which include 3 trips to the Temple which include 2 Weddings. Then of course, there has been extra stuff...a funeral & a graduation. We moved in the middle of July which we had been preparing for for about a month prior to happening. Allllllllll along I've been counting down the days until the boys go back to school. We are now officially down to 3 days until the boys not just start school, but start at a brand new school for all of them. I'm glad that they are all on even ground in that respect & that none of them will be "the new kid" 'cuz everyone will be new. I remember a day back last November when I was parked by the school, waiting for the bell to ring. I watched Chay standing in line by the door. I couldn't help think how fast the time is going. Haiden was in Grade 3 & Chayse was in Grade 1. At that very moment, I couldn't even imagine Brigham standing in line. I think he's small for his age, but he's soooo smart, busy & imaginative....He'll do fine!! 3 DAYS!!!!! YAAAAAY!!!!!

Wedding-ing Again.....& Again

*sigh* On Friday, we were honored to be in the Sealing Room of the Cardston Temple when Monty's nephew, Todd, was sealed for all time & eternity, to his beautiful bride, Becky. It was so strange to see the man; that used to be a 3 year old little boy (when Monty & I started going out in 1991) get married. He looked quite dashing in his dark suit & purple rose pinned to his lapel. I had a total blast taking pictures of them. Their photographer was really really great & allowed me to stick my camera over her shoulder & at her hip. We were so happy that the smoke that we drove alllllll the way down in, cleared just before we arrived in Cardston. It turned out to be a beautiful day. We love you a bunch Todd & Becky....Congratulations!!! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Then....On Saturday we were excited to attend Steven & Amanda's Wedding Ceremony. She looked absolutely stunning in her simple but lacy, straight wedding dress with THE most beautiful red roses. Steven could not get his adoring eyes off her as she walked down the aisle with her Dad. We also went back that evening for the Reception. Lots of Love to you both Steven & Amanda!!! Phew....I'm Wedding-ed out....& they weren't even my weddings.

Note....& Also Note

NOTE...... If you are a first time reader...I STRONGLYsuggest that you look up & read (as I call it) my "Disclaimer" under the title of my blog. If you know me.....I STRONGLY suggest that you look up & read my "Disclaimer" AGAIN & remind yourself who I AM & how long you've known me. ALSO NOTE...... This is not a criticism of the Church....it's simply a bash on some of the people in it. So I don't want to hear from ANY OF YOU questioning my faith or reprimanding my observations.

I wish I had had.....

So we've been HERE for 3 weeks. We went to our new ward for the first time this Sunday. We arrived about 10 minutes early. We sat in the middle of the Chapel..... ......ONLY 3 FRICKIN' PEOPLE GREETED US (after Sacrament Meeting).....And not a single one of those people was a member of the Bishopric. I guess the reality of that is that we have been absolutely & truly spoiled when it comes to great & loving Bishops. (Please allow me to name names....Bishop Mayne Root, Bishop David Bly, Bishop Geoff Grunewald, Bishop Dean Crapo & as of late Bishop Jerome Wigg.) I really do hope that our new Bishop (& his counsillors) turn out better to be than what I think he (they) is (are) right at this particular moment....'cuz they are seriously not lookin' to hot right now. The Relief Society President was great great great. So Rebecca, if you EVER read this...You Rock!!!! She greeted us the way that I greet most, if not all, new members....with enthusiasm & interest. I wish I had had ME to welcome us.

Moved on Up...Down South-ish

The day finally came!!! We took possession of our honkin' big house down south-ish on Thursday, July 15. It was just like having a new baby...except we actually had the much needed "instruction manuals". We totally couldn't believe when our Realtor just walked out the door...leaving us in the house....ALL ALONE!!!! *~*~*~*~*~*~* Monty took the week before & the week after the move off work which has proven to be a very good thing. Clearly, I have no idea how to pack to move. It was stunning to see how much crap....I mean...stuff we have accumulated over the 13 years 9 months of living in an 1,100 square foot condo. We have more than doubled (& some) our living space. It Rocks!!!! I dropped Monty off at U-Haul at 8:45am on Saturday to get the truck, then I took the 3 oldest boys over to the FABULOUS Marni & James' house to hang out until we finish packing up. We officially started lugging everything into the U-Haul at 10:00. We had major help from Calvin, Clyde, Lucas & Jon. It was like a life-sized game of Tetris for Monty arranging everything in the truck. I had that Russian music going through my head all morning. We were done by 12:30. So I went over & picked up the boys from the FAN-TABULOUS Marni & James & we headed down to Evergreen where we were met by Calvin (again...because he is an amazing AMAZING brother-in-law for doing both ends of our move), Monty's parents, Jackie & Roger, Briony & Nathan & a bit later Twila & Matt. Everyone thinks the place is great. They can join the club. All the furniture is in & we are (a piece at a time) filtering the boxes in. OH MY HECK...I'M SO HAPPY TO BE HERE!!!!!! Last night, we loaded the last couple of things that we didn't want to put in the truck, & brought them down. I walked through each of the empty rooms of our sweet, little "love-nest". I cried & cried & cried. So did Monty (a tiny bit). It's seriously bitter sweet. So here we are....Feeling so absolutely & incredibly blessed at this time in our lives. Monty has worked sooooooooo hard to get here & he has been gracious enough to bring me with him for the ride. I love you baby...thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This Mother's Prayer

Dear Lord..... Give me the strength to do 1 of 2 things.... To love these sweet boys tho they make me crazy. OR To clean up the mess after I kill them while they sleep. AMEN!!!! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ PLEASE NOTE.... I wouldn't really do it....I'm all talk & hardly any follow through.

Joyous & Beautiful Wedding Day

I can hardly believe it, but Monty's niece, Jenna, was married in the Cardston Temple on Saturday. She married a really sweet guy that we don't know all that well named Blake. It was so wonderful to be in the Sealing Room with them when they were married & sealed for all time & eternity. They had so much support. It seems like just yesterday that she was a baby. Monty & I had been going out for 3 month when she was born. She looked so incredibly beautiful & they both were so crazy happy. The weather leading up to their day had be totally crappy. RAIN RAIN & MORE RAIN....but not on Wedding Day. It was spectacular...sunny & glorious & sticky. Congratulations Jenna & Blake....We love you lots.

Pineridge to Evergreen.....Do you see a theme?

WE'RE MOVING!!!!!! WE'RE MOVING!!! WE'RE REALLY MOVING!!! So last week (Wednesday) we found our "Dream House"....& later that evening we put in an offer. The negotiations went back & forth until 11:35 that night & we finally settled on their "final offer" at 11:30 the next morning. We'll have a garage & an en suite & our very own yard, waaaaay more bathrooms than I care to clean, a bedroom for each of the boys & the washer & dryer that originally were not included in the sale. Having the ability to separate all the boys to their own quadrants will avert WWIII. The brand new school (set to open September 1st) is just down the street. There is a Church 1 block down & around the corner...BUT...we think that we will be sent to a different building farther away.....SO LAME. I did find out today that the secretary at the boys current school; actually lives down in Evergreen. I doubt that we will see her, but it just reminded me that "it's a small small world". Even though I will miss all my wonderful friends in the NE, it's not like I'm moving to the Moon. I do think I know a few people down there. I'm soooo excited & sooooooooooooooooooooo nervous. We take possession on July 23.

Tarzaning Between Here, There & Wherever

Last Saturday started what is going to be the beginning of crazy weekends until the middle of June. Unexpectedly (sort of), last Monday my brother-in-law's dad, Doug Hartley, passed away. I say "unexpectedly" because he had recently renewed his golf membership, but "sort of" because he has been unwell for 4 (or so) years. So we packed up & drove down to Raytown for his funeral on Saturday. It was really nice...as funerals go. Next weekend Monty's niece, Jenna, goes through the Temple for the first time to take out her Endowments. That will be exciting. We haven't been to the Temple since I was pregnant with Haiden in December of 2000....at least I haven't...Monty has done some baptisms with the youth. Then the next day is my niece's, Joanna, High School Graduation. The ceremony is in the morning & then the Grand March is in the evening. We plan to come home that evening. The weekend after that is Jenna's Bridal Luncheon/Shower thing. I haven't completely committed to that. We'll see though! So far, the following weekend is the only one that we will be home. Haiden has a Stake Cub Activity though. Then......The weekend after that is Jenna & Blake's Wedding. We are really excited! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* NOW...after all that....There was no mention of the potential "house hunting" we might be doing. Monty is taking the rest of the week off work to do some of that. We did find a place last Friday that we reeeeeeally like. If we don't find anything different &/or better by Thursday & after we have re-seen that place, we may very well end up putting an offer in on it. It has only been up for 2 1/2 weeks, but our house was only up for 13 days. We have the house inspection tomorrow, so hopefully they won't find that it's on the brink of falling into a pit. I would hate to know that we've been living in a "death-trap" for all this long. Phew...after re-reading all this....I'M TIRED!!!!!

Dinner + Dessert = Dinnsert

Last night, at 8 o'clock, Monty asked what I wanted for dinner.....Half way jokingly I said "Leftover donuts & strawberry ice cream". "Okay", he responded...so that's what the boys had for dinner. They thought we were kidding when I called them to come for "Dinnsert". Monty & I had toasted bacon, egg & cheese sandwiches though. EVERYONE WAS HAPPY!!!!

Torn...& Conflicted

So....13 days on the market & barring any problems; our sweet little home (ironically of 13 years) is "Conditionally SOLD". Maybe 13 is my lucky number. I guess (or hope) that means that the hardest part is over. I'm relieved, but it's sad 'cuz this it he home that we came to as newly weds & the place that we have brought all of our babies. My mind knows that we need to move & that we need the space, but my heart is so torn & conflicted. We love our ward & we love the school that the boys are in. As much as some people have STRONGLY suggested that we should move out of the NE, I wouldn't mind staying here. We have until July 30 to find a place or we'll be tentin' it. Pray for us.

Plea & Prayer of the Humble Home Seller

"Flee....Flee", I say foul laundry & unavoidable clutter. Get thineself aside & find a suitable place to hide up so as not to be found by those sweet buyers who seek to discover just cause NOT to lavish their abundant treasures upon the Masters of this domain. Pray for me one....Pray for me all....that I might associate myself with those that might appreciate & desire this abode.

How did I get here...& why ARE there 2 more kids????

So....have you ever arrived somewhere & then thought to yourself..."How the heck did I get here?"....& then realized...."Boy, that could have been dangerous for all involved. I could have really hurt someone." That happened today!!!!! I decided to walk to pick up the boys from school today. I strapped Slade into the Snugli & proceded to seriously over-dress. (It was waaaay nicer than I thought) When the bell went I wandered into the school to visit with Chayse's teacher, who just came back after Spring Break from a 2 month medical leave. So, after chatting with her for a few minutes we left the classroom. Oddly enough, Haiden had been in Chayse's classroom talking with Mrs. E too, so I didn't have to go looking for him. After straggling behind for about 3/4 of a block the whole way home & holding Brigham's hand, I arrived home to realize that the 2 of the 3 Chinese boys that walked with Haiden & Chayse are standing waiting to be let into my house. The older brother of the boys & their rather dignified grandfather were walking away waving & calling back "I have your number.....See you at 4:30." I was....shocked...stunned....& full blown flabergasted! "How did this happen????" "Wilson wants a snack Mom. Can he have a snack?" "Can we go down to the basement & play wii?"...were the questions that came next. So at 4:10 I get a call from previously mentioned dignified Chinese Grandfather asking to speak to Ryan, the older of the 2 boys. I guess they had just wandered around our complex for 20 minutes or so. The doorbell goes, I paste on a happy face & answer the door, send 2 extra children out the door, close the door & try my best to contain my wrath. It turned out that Chayse had given Wilson, the boy in his class, a piece of paper with my cell phone number on it. Wilson took this as an open invitation & wanted to know where we lived...so Chayse proceded to lead the family to our house without telling me that that was what was happening. I felt completely oblivious & furious!!! The weirdest thing was......after the initial bang on my kitchen ceiling from Wilson announcing "Watch me jump off here." & then actually jumping from Chayse's top bunk, it was strangely calm & quiet with 2 extra boys in the house. Maybe it's because I had strongly suggested (in front of all the boys) that Chayse was more than likely going to be "a dead man" in an hour & they all knew better than to be noisy. By the way, Chayse is still alive......for now!!!

9 to 5.....&....I love you Monty

So I was just on someone's blog (shout out to Susanne) & the song that started playing was "9 to 5" sung by the amazing Dolly Parton. I instinctively started singing it....I just couldn't help myself. I maybe only missed a dozen words. *************************** Anyway....FOLLOW ME THIS WAY NOW....I feel so fortunate to be able to stay home with the 4 blond boys that make me crazy. We have been so blessed that Monty has a job that has afforded us the opportunity for me to be able to do this. 'k...so that wasn't the smoothest transition of ideas, but could you connect the dots? Here...let me do it for you. I don't have to work "9 to 5"...more like 6:50am to 11:30pm with optional sleepless nights. I love you Baby....Wouldn't you say that this is "Far" enough!!!!! (Don't answer that.)

Medicated...

You'll remember a couple of posts ago I mentioned that I have been receiving A LOT of emails for online drug sales. Pfffff...who needs!!!...ME. I just looked at the bottle of "Extra Strength Tylenol Rapid Release" that I always have in the kitchen cubbard. DUDE....there's 186 "Gelcaps" in that thing. There's 500mg of Acetaminophen & a list (in alphabetical order) of 22 "non-medicinal ingredients"; 3 of which are colorings used to make them visually appealing. Frankly, the only thing that makes them appealing now a days is the remote dream that they might actually "provide effective relief of..." whatever ails ya. I could do with some of that mind-numbing that I spoke of.

Ode to a 6 year old boy..... (recap & a new event)

Ode to a 6 year boy...How stupid can thee be?!?!? Now before you jump all over me for calling my son (the blood of my blood....the fruit of my loins) "stupid"...let me count the ways.... #1 The previously mentioned & loved by all... "I drew on Dad's couch" insident. #2 The also previously mentioned.... cheese & mustard (ewwwwwwww) event. NOW...the much anticipated.... Hammer Time. So, after a day of sanding, sweeping, prying (with a HAMMER), plastering, taping & painting of the our entry way; it was time for bed...but things were just getting started. Haiden & Chayse started a fighting (as usual) over something ridiculas. (These 2 just don't get along...EVER.) So in an attempt to impower himself, Chayse picked up Dad's hammer, & started waving it around & threatening to whack Haiden or Slader (the absolute innocent by-stander) over the head with it. Then, they started a Tug-o'-war with it because Haiden realized the gravity of the situation. Haiden managed to get it away from him & brought it in to Monty. When I came down to get the boys for Saturday showers, they were both sitting on different couches in stunned silence. Whoo....Chayse got a well deserved spanking for that one & he is not allowed to play on the computer or the wii until Dad says so.

Teaser......

To be read with in a dramatic movie-esk announcer voice. (You know the voice) *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You loved him in..."The Artist that Almost Wasn't" You couldn't get enough of him in..."The Great Sandwich Caper" NOW...Just when you thought he couldn't push the limit any farther.....HE DOES...Damn it!!! Brace yourselves for..."Hammer Time"

Free Agency--The flaw in the plan

The reality of this post is that only a small handful of people (& you know who you are) will understand this..... When given a choice To Do or Not To Do....I more than likely won't.

Want Drugs???? The Firewall is Thin

Noooooooo....I'm not offering....or dealing....so just calm down!!!!!! I am sooo sick of getting Ads in my "Junk Mail Box" for Vicodin, Adderall, Ridalin, Viagra, & a wide assortment of mind numbing & anatomy altering pharmaceuticals. Now.....while some would argue that I could do with a dose or 20 of something to inhance my charming temperament & improve my delightful personality, I don't think I need them. Its been a couple of years since I last recieved one of these ads, but lately my box has completely bombarded with them. Thanx but no thanx. I guess it's time to bump up the Firewall.

Lunch Time Shake Down

So..a couple of hours after picking the boys up from school & while I was driving, Chayse excitedly asks, "Hey Mom, did Mrs. Sidhu call & talk to you on the phone?" I looked at him (wide-eyed) in the rearview mirror...."No", I say suspiciously "Why would she need to call & talk to me?" "I don't know", he responds flipantly & with a huge sigh of relief. "She wrote a note in my agenda." "Well Chayse, where is your agenda?" "I left it at school." OKAY!!!!! So...now here I am on my second lap around the bush with the boy. "Chayse....why would she need to call me & what did she write in your agenda?" "It probably has something to do with me taking someone's cheese & mustard sandwich." So for starters...ewwwwwww...cheese & mustard. Next... "Why did you take someone's sandwich Chayse?" "Well, I asked her for it & she just gave it to me Mom. I did thank her when she gave it to me." GREAT!!!!! When we finally got home, I explained the obvious to him--that when he eats his lunch & then asks someone else for their lunch it means that they go without. I told him that if he's still hungry, that he needs to let me know & I can pack him a larger lunch. So, today he gets in the van & I promptly ask him if he has his agenda so I can read the message that Mrs. Sidhu wrote in it. "I left it in the school." DOY!!!! So I sent him back in to get it & here's what was written... "Hi, I have just found out that Chayse has been eating another girl's sandwich because he is asking for it. We talked about how it is really important for him to eat what he has brought. Chayse really wants a cheese sandwich for lunch. Thx..Mrs. Sidhu" So I march into the school. "So...I understand that we have an issue with Chayse & someone else's lunch." Mrs. Sidhu informs me that the little girl's (Jorja) mom came into the school & told Mrs. Sidhu that Jorja was upset that she was "forced" to share her lunch & that she was hungry. I would have done the same thing as Jorja's mom...there is no point in sending a lunch with your kid just to have some other kid take half of it. I honestly don't know what is going on in this child head, but.....What a punk!!! This morning I packed him a bigger lunch which included 2 pastrami (which he was excited about) buns. The first thing he said to me (after I went into the school) was "I didn't eat all of my lunch Mom...just the Rice Krispy square & the apples." Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....KILL ME NOW!!!!

Down by One....Almost!!!!

So, on Friday morning, while doing the boy's hair for school, Brig says to me "Chayse drew on the couch Mom." I didn't want to believe it, but I knew that it may very well be true. Chayse has been known to draw on things in the past & full on deny it & blame one brother or the other. NOTE...If you feel inclined to write on Dad's 52" TV (with a black Sharpie); don't leave your name; it can & will be used against you (& your butt). Anyway, so I go down to the basement; where Haiden willingly (& quite excitedly) shows me the side of the couch where one medium-sized blond boy had drawn an "X X /" in black Magic Marker. So, I find previously mentioned blond boy & ask him where the marker is. With marker in hand, I marched him up to Dad's bedside to tell him what he had done. (I am always concerned, in certain cases, that I may end up ringing the neck right off the shoulders of a child; so I feel as though it is prudent for me to extricate myself from a situation so as to protect myself & whichever child.) I walked away, so as not to be implicated in the pending carnage. There was screaming & there was crying. Then Monty asked if Chayse had a T-shirt that I didn't mind being written on. I found a red shirt on which Monty proceded to scrawl in the offending Magic Marker... "I drew on Dad's couch" & that's what he wore to school for all to see. There was more screaming & more crying & a bunch of.. "I don't want to wear this stupid shirt." & "I don't want to go to school." & as a last ditch effort "I'm sick!!!!!!!!!!!!" We didn't kill him, but YEEEEK...almost!!! Hopefully...Lesson Learned for all!

I have NOTHING

So I have NOTHING. I'm shocked!!! I usually have something to say about everything, but I guess I'm not getting out enough 'cuz I haven't had too much to bag about. Oh well...believe me, if I get ticked...you'll hear about it.

O Canada!....Oooooooh Brother!!!!!

I can't believe that there's talk of changing some of the words to the Canadian National Anthem. Honestly....Untwist your nickers please!!! The hubby & I were talking about it..& we figure that the only change that could or should be made to the offending line ("True patriot love in all thy sons command."), is the simple addition of an apostrophe. With the inclusion of this unassuming punctuation; it would (in our opinion) make reference to God's son, Jesus Christ. ("True patriot love in all thy son's command.") I think that's what I thought it meant anyway. I dunno.....Just a thought, but I'm sure that (as per usual) my opinion only matters to me....I just PRAY that "God keep(s) our land glorious and free."

TaDa...Here I am for your pleasure..

Lots of people have suggested to me that I should start a blog...Soooo..TaDa...Here I am. I have never been very good at keeping a journal; so we'll see how long I keep this up. My writing has tended to get me in trouble at times. Believe it or not I do think before before I send things, but....whatever!!! Please don't be offended by what I say.....it's just me "ravin' ".....If I mean for you to be offended....you'll know it. I'll either name names or drop enough hints that it obvious to you & others. I do tend to make things about me even if it's not. I don't mean that in a cocky way...I just mean that when people say, "I have a friend that....", it's about them anyway. I like to think that that make me more relatable....or maybe more people just think I have tons of problems. Anyway...here's to my start in the blogging world....Long May I Rave!!!