tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69930717757939978972024-03-04T22:48:57.162-08:00From Diapers to Driver's Licenses... Adventures of the Super NanneyCatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-7167410199962830842011-01-13T19:40:00.000-08:002011-01-13T20:27:48.531-08:00A New Year, A New Beginning<span class="Apple-style-span" >When I started this blog, years ago, my munchkins were little bits and doing all kinds of adorable, little bit things. Time has passed, the munchkins have grown up into bigger, noisier (if you can believe it) munchkins, and time seems to be almost nonexistent. And this blog has suffered for it. My failure to post is not for lack of material. Believe me, and recently I've been reminded why I started this blog in the first place. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The kids, the younger ones especially, have discovered the posts of "Super Nanney Past", and have taken up reading and rereading them, and quoting them, (Imagine my horror!) and saying, "Remember when you blogged about that one time when I did that really funny thing?" Ugh! You're kidding me, right? But My favorite was when it was requested that I go back to updating. I think the exact words were, "Why don't you ever blog about us anymore? We're <i>much</i> funnier now than we were then!" Seriously? Think much of ourselves, do we?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So, I've been guilt tripped into blogging again. Not that I have any delusions that anyone reads this blog anymore, except for the kids featured. How ironic. But I never wrote for the readership. This was always a means to chronicle some of the funnier moments I live every day.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The good news is that the funny moments of everyday life still happen around me. And in spades. I have a plethora of material at my fingertips! And with my fancy, schmancy iPhone, blogging is easier than ever. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I bring you exhibit A. The following is a video of the two youngest pretending to be a "Bop It" toy. If you don't know what this then by all means, Google it! (I'd like to point out the two "cool dudes" in the background. They couldn't bother to participate, but couldn't stand to <i>not </i>be included. *waves* Hey, guys! I know you're reading this!) You'd think with all the toys they just received at Christmas they'd be able to find <i>something</i> to occupy themselves with. But, no. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBX8FjuctqawW8wLfWNqDWQr7-BDOVxe8p1lz3xBDPB_Sg-dZ0ORvYykaMyLihAjG5CUzebO6tzxXeuoZ2EQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Until next time! </span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-42901068210334496572010-05-13T12:49:00.000-07:002010-05-13T14:04:19.671-07:00Life, Laughs, and Learning<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663300;">A Year in Review</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">July. Ten months. Wow. So much happens in that amount of time. I couldn't begin to try to share all the amazing, funny, exciting things that have gone on in the past ten months. So much living happens in a day, to try to cover 300 days in a post would be impossible. First an explanation....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have been on hiatus for far too long. What started out as a little break turned into a near year long sabbatical from the blog. I have recently begun to miss sharing the crazy, entertaining things the munchkins say, and thought I'd take the summer to try to get back in the saddle again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So what happened? Honestly? Life. I've been busy living it. Between my family and life here on Nanny Island, as I like to call it, has been full of adventures and blessings. Everything from babies being born, driver's licenses earned, high schoolers preparing to graduate, and just the general business of growing and becoming amazing human beings has captured my attention more than the blog did. Many, many times I thought, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Man! I gotta blog that! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But it never quite made it into the laptop. So, here's a quick recap of the past 10 months: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Grant (11) had several surgeries to correct the cyst in his bone, thank God he is well and his doctors expect him to continue to heal and never be effected by this again. While he healed he was a key competitor on his community swim team and was quite the little fish. Still is. Grant has also earned the nick name GQ for his keen sense of style. That kid is suave! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Celine (8) has been taking piano lessons for an old friend of mine, Carrie, and recently had her first piano recital. She is excelling and emerging as quite the little musician. She surprises us and her teacher each week. She continues to dance and that recital is fast approaching! School seems to be something she loves as she gobbles up everything she's taught. She's a smart, talented, witty little lady who I've been calling Smarty Spice lately. I think it suits her. She's grown so far beyond the little baby she was nearly 8 years ago.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brian (10) is double digits! Man this is a BIG deal to these kids, and he welcomed the badge of honor eagerly! He's growing so big! Looking more and more like a little man. And what a funny little man he is! FunnyBoy is his moniker. This kid can make a brick crack up with just a look or silly comment. If he isn't in the entertainment industry one day then I'll be mighty surprised!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">John Paul (12) Well, JP as he has requested us to call him (?), will be 13 this month, and with that "teen" label comes all the angst and emo you never imagined! He's TALL, and handsome, and a pain in my rear! I love the kid, but sometimes you just wanna..... Anyway, he's the star on his baseball team and about to enter 8th grade. WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Colette (15) now has her driver's permit, making that half of my munchkins legal drivers. I can remember when half my munchkins were in DIAPERS! Princess is finishing up her Freshman year in high school and is a real beauty. She is the life of any party she attends, and there are a lot of them, I assure you. Her dance card is full!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Kaleigh (21) Okay, the age alone should tell you how much is going on on her life. What a stunning young woman! And due to the fact that she IS a young woman now, I'll respect her privacy and just say that she's an amazing person who I am very proud of. Between school and life she keeps very busy. I'm proud to know her and have been a part of her life. It bogles my mind that I have known her eleven years. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Monica (17) is finishing up her Junior year in high school and doing very well. She was a contestant in her schools "beauty" pageant and did very well. We were all so proud of her. She has her own car now and zips all over town- when she isn't working that is. And she's ALWAYS working! She's the hardest working 17 year old I know. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Last but not least is Warren (18). Spielberg is his new name, why? Because the guy can make a movie! I'll post his Senior class video he made in my next. So he's graduating this week and will be off to Florida State University in the fall. (I may or may not be crying right now. Just saying.) Man, this kid is handsome, and so smart and talented. I can't wait to see the amazing things he's going to do in his life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">OKAY, that's all the munchkins. Now for a brief update on me, not that you wanna hear the boring deets of my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My nieces and NEPHEWS (yes I have brand new one, Gavin- 5 weeks old) are growing like weeds and I adore them beyond words. Still no man, but I'm coolio with that. I'm very happy and enjoying spending time with family and friends. I'm living on my own again. My lovable roomie and sister in Christ finally got tired of my crap and moved. Only kidding! She had an great opportunity and moved, so I got a place to myself and everyone is happy! Let's see.... Oh! I'm writing, like REALLY writing. It's not the Great American Novel or anything, but I'm stretching my writing muscles on it and learning a lot in the process. And, no, you may not read what I'm writing because it is crap and not worth your time. You can read my first book after it's published, okay? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">OK, thanks for hanging in there through this. As a reward here is a munchkin story:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brian and Grant were goofing off at recess this morning. They were dancing with their Mom's couch cushions, spinning them and being silly. Grant dips his "dance partner" and says to "her", "I'll dip you like a cookie in milk!" These boys are gonna need strong women when they grow up, that's all I have to say. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I hope to see you tomorrow! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">XOXOXO</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-43352813290763458322009-07-09T12:26:00.000-07:002009-08-31T12:05:36.530-07:00Just back...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'mmm baaaack!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After a much needed respite from the daily blogging, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">I am back, Jack!</span> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(Okay, so it hadn't been daily for a while there, but I really needed a break!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So... what'cha been doooin'? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I've been doing a bunch of nothing, and a little of something. I've been writing, just not on the blog. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">(Sorry, Bethany!)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> I've been working- the kiddos are great by the way... they say "HI!" They have apparently missed the blogging too. Throughout the summer I'd laugh at something or say "That's too funny!" and the immediate response would be, "SO will that make it onto the blog?" Some of the hilarity was probably quite blog-worthy, but alas... it is lost forever.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">We had Summer Games! Meg took all the pics, so until I get those from her, you'll just have to trust me that we had a blast! Well, the munchkins did at least!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have a new God daughter, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Amelia Rose</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">! She's a sweetie! She'll have her own post in a day or so. Her Baptism is Monday, so I'll do something special for her!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My BIL (Blogspeak for Brother-in-law. Less to type and mess up that way!) has been deployed to Iraq for the next year. While we as a family are very sad to have him away from us, we are bursting with pride! I'll be keeping you all up to date with how he's doing as well. You can also check out my sister's very <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">patriotic</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">star</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">spangle-ly</span> blog: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://thejohnskids.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">The Johns Kids</span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">She updates regularly and you can see my adorable nieces and nephew. Plus keep up on all the excitement of their growing brood (the have 3!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Have no fear of me abandoning the blog. I know you were losing sleep at night over this. School has started back, so I'll be spend copious amounts of time cooped up in a small area with these fantastically funny kids. That can only mean one thing: MORE BLOGGING!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A wise blogger once said:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"That which doesn't kill me gives me blog fodder."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So true, Mr. Miyagi. So true...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">A closing note:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I saw a t-shirt when I was out shopping this weekend. The gist of it was:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">"Sorry, I'm busy... just read my blog!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, I've been too busy to even update, so I'm very sorry to those who read regularly and look forward to updates. I promise to do better from now on. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Lunch is coming to an end, so I have to end this post! Thanks for reading and not giving up on this Ninny of a Nanny!</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-68490181691267690142009-06-30T11:08:00.000-07:002009-06-30T12:21:13.130-07:00Week-Long Work Week<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Today is Day 1 of the week-long work week! Today my bosses leave for Dallas for a week. Kaleigh, the oldest of the 8 "kids" to have jaw surgery. (She's not </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">technically</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> a kid anymore, but I can still picture her sweet nine year old face that first day I came to the house...) Pray for her on Thursday, if you would, please!</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">So, it's me and the other 7 munchkins for the next 8 days. You may be wondering if you'll need to call the men in white coats by the time next Tuesday runs around. I don't think so, but you should probably keep the number handy, just in case. A lot can happen in 8 days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">For instance: The kids could cry "mutiny", and attempt to overthrow the ruling party (that would be me). Or a giant tsunami, (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">wow, I </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">totally</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> spelled that correctly </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">without</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> spell check!) </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">could hit the east cost of Florida; though I don't believe one ever has. What about aliens? They could invade Earth just when Donna and Chris leave and snatch the kids' bodies and force them to do things against their will- wait... That could be a good thing. I'm pretty positive alien children are more well behaved than earthling children, but that's just a hunch. There </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">is </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">the off chance that I could lose my mind from the never ending chatter, questioning, noise/sound effects, arguing, and aggravation in general. The last seems most likely, but all are plausible. <i>What?</i> You </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">know</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> you've worried about at least ONE of those things happening, haven't you? Am I the only one who stays up at night worrying about this kind of stuff? Great. Now I'm a confirmed crazy. Go ahead and send out those men in white coats... At least we'll be prepared when the inevitable happens.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bRs_JNwnyjCYy-sGlXbW1cIaO4-n0vK3guiXWcRs36imzOO8mZD2_pw4z5113mb7IOf_qgsr9-N1QlCVTJ1xa20cOII0Mc7cK2w6ULuEcSpNDww0croZVP6DS7MufUsCkYG4hbVL8rAk/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353190302089736018" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My Alien Boys...</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-73809011033303035022009-06-29T10:54:00.000-07:002009-06-29T12:37:14.259-07:00Falling Off the Face of the Earth...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">While it may have seemed like I did indeed fall off the face of the earth, it would be closer to the truth to say that I fell off the face of the blogging world.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">No excuses; I'll just pick up where I left off...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">LOTS has happened, babies have been born, toddlers have grown bigger, kids have moved on from Jr. Hight to High School, and one of my birdies prepares to leave the nest after his Senior Year comes to a close in 2010! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">All this piled on top of my moving home to St. Auggie, and I have plenty of reasons to not be blogging. But I miss you all soo much that I can't to stand to be away another minute more! (Well, it's either that, or I can't stand to hear another inquisition wondering when I'm gonna ever blog again... I'm not sure which it is...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have a little time coming up, and my goal is to catch you all up on the latest and greatest going's ons in the Super Nanney Nebulous! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Thanks for not abandoning me, even when it seemed like I'd abandoned y'all! Keep reading! I promise funny stuff to come!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-54724784815276313752009-05-13T08:09:00.000-07:002009-05-13T08:35:01.322-07:00Week 36...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We are in our last week of school. WOO-HOO!! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> BOO!!! Apparently this is a bitter-sweet time. We have been working hard all year to get to this point: the end of the year. Yet, as we now find ourselves staring in the face of this mammoth goal, it seems to be too soon. I must find was to occupy these munchkins days! ALL DAY! So now I will be planning the annual Willimas Familia Summer Camp. *panic setting in*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Of course the majority of the time will be spent in or by the pool and ocean, this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">is</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Florida! Then there will be the requisite bowling tourneys that we challenge one another to, many, many movies watched, and picnics by lake and at the park. With all of this stuff to keep us busy- it's hard to believe that it will not be enough! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have to go plan all the fun we will be having- starting NEXT week. For now... it's back to grading papers, going over quarter reviews, administering end of the quarter tests, and MOUNTAINS of paperwork! I can't believe that I'm even blogging right now! In fact- I'm going back to helping Brian with his Religion Exam...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> *sigh*</span></span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-67243511076855366452009-05-12T08:07:00.000-07:002009-05-13T08:08:59.691-07:00Happy Birthday, Big B!!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlTmOnmJX7OcrSxxa8huzHJmfdwcUzO8eRsxzTdsuHJf8IUsnySjXqY8EuOIb6z-BfgUIILvDnwa0z6O95sbfwJStIpGvSluhyphenhyphenig-ExfryiE95afaWmwN_tI161rpJxAi5PBJo8XiUxFaD/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318918111375938" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Today is Brian's 9th B-day! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yet again, the time seems to be FLYING by... </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is a chid with a tender, loving heart. He's always ready with a smile and kind words. Each day, after we have finished with our school work for the day, he will not leave the school room until he has given me a very thoughtful hug. By that I mean that it is long and loving; you can't help but feel loved when you are with this child. Add to that his AMAZING sense of humor, and uncanny ability to pick up and properly use quotes form TV and Movies. He's a trip! I encourage you to look back on some of my older posts about this funny little friend of mine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here's one of my FAVORITE baby pictures of him....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpLBo-7jXJ9W1EAyZl2MEY39q8PCQwHf1-VxUpv4eFjCyZb_xekqGXoPGvdivH4CxLxwfQyWsTrss24mMo86_q50b2h2yWnbUPKH-1XG9bEaANMUPTHEUvGowqVZMiyz_NS6S7B_PuTBj/s320/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318917575975090" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And he requested that I take a picture of his new Webkins...</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1jpRYNndhc1_eWx5smaKVs0stI7o80qvyY0k66PykJNsVLHQ4a7OUHP4XrSzr7e1vi1EG4vRs0gD-BP3GqSiPJ4ndG0jA9c7vhYGs99g2xd_RFbgmTezvQ9-vgJL7o9TRQM4F9XHva0hE/s320/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318921687824194" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here's to NINE AMAZING years, Big B!! I will be saying extra special prayers for you today! You are a blessing to everyone you meet. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I love you, sweet boy.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-80414953530926163302009-05-06T09:31:00.001-07:002009-05-13T07:30:14.418-07:00WICKED! Awesome!!!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfyza8XiEzXQfGTPlCxqi4dg3u-pXgN6Bi50wLNARnBHlELeL_6o53KMun-WYxatylsmrQBiCPn6J4-dZRoxCeohBa4KOdNeX-A3vj_T8CFrvC7lTtqNNTV9UorCNBeM-fzACncTo-tDU/s320/DSCN4671_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334990536343473650" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In honor of my amazing evening at WICKED! I'm writing this all in green! Also because</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Pink goes good with green!!"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">( You have to see the play) It was so well done! I was so impressed with the entire production! The stage! The acting! The music! THE COSTUMES- wow!!!! To have experienced this with Meg was a blessing! We tried to remember all the things we had seen together. They vary; from Harry Connick, Jr. to American Idol, and who can forget Michael Buble??!!! So this was another stellar addition to our list of experiences together! She is an amazing Daughter of God, and a pretty rockin' friend! Love ya, Meg!! </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Here are a few pics of us and a little video we did while waiting for the show to begin:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzBR74v7JODDQWf0eAyvzGjD6SqfW0WqSLagtE6eGDc1AnOo46CC1flJC2qBkexarB44U-Va0EsO3q09uSMLDKoiJNvdV4GE4qpoooDiib6smKKTFtQjDgFkZclZd0CSZf91dxlXYjHvF/s320/DSCN4671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334990539216747666" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Myself and Meg before the show and minus the green effects.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVKKAKj9uiNrRj0NZB0H_r930L7nkSdHYVkyJ_OIPfHxedvCrPhRTKC_wMr8b37GCap9cjbjY_t5Y7J9Bh_8fc3fAK1seNor8l8BcnlbRHMRt2MPJQ7kCTX7Qg_XbmNWQKR0s0prfeMr9/s320/DSCN4669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334990542960874594" /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Our seats, until we MOVED, to better ones!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></span></div></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyadhRNWlbhqanp2ppzAX4dI91CtVcwcHDuuZJZdemr3byA1Xxij5nFpLYwD08uSCjuT6uWcBSEwhiIMuntOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-24815703399544624192009-05-05T09:19:00.000-07:002009-05-13T09:08:20.400-07:00Again, REALLY?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I would like to redirect your attention to a past post, I believe it was from last summer, when we had an unwelcome visitor. Click </span><a href="http://supernanney.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-summers-hottest-thriller.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">HERE</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> for a link to that post. Why? Because we had a repeat performance recently, that's why. Read on, my friends, read on...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So I'm wondering why all things that slither feel drawn to this house? Seriously?!! We are overrun with lizards and frogs at every turn, and the snakes seem to think that they would be happier inside the house! I don't know if my heart can take much more of this!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The story goes that Meg and Grant were downstairs doing dome work while the rest of us were upstairs doing school. Then there was a lot of ruckus and Grant yells, "There's a snake in the house!" We all rushed down the stairs, why? I have no idea, but we did, and by the time we all got down there the back door leading into the garage was wide open, so I followed the herd outside to see what all the hullabaloo was about. There, in the driveway, stood Gerry (one of the cleaners who come each Tuesday) with a black snake wrapped around his arm. I might have been scared- but Gerry had a good grip on it, and it's head wasn't very big. He was just L-O-N-G. Here's a new video of the new snake. I love it when he asks the kids if they wanna play with it, and they all take a step back. Oh! And the part when he says he's gonna let it go near the lake so it can eat all the rats and mice... nice touch, Gerr... that SOO made me feel better. I thought to myself, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Sure he'll start with mice, move up to rats, and eventually be ready to start feeding on my munchkins!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thanks for </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">that </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">warm and fuzzy thought.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">" </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Enjoy...<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybVz6X15xEV80KlAHWiUEyFdGUyxQrbfaMqQwS0JK4ErK7FK1oLY4cGWPekTP4ofi1Fxa1gQMNdhJXG4nivA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-42816871571238096012009-05-05T09:05:00.000-07:002009-05-13T09:01:59.222-07:00What I Wouldn't Give to Have an Adult Conversation...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So, one complaint ALL moms have is that they miss having conversations with adults... I think the same could be said for nannies. Bill Cosby is well known for saying, "Kids say the darnedest things!", and that is SO true. My munchkins, however, excel at saying the darnedest things...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Here is a taste of the conversations I've had thus far this morning... (It's not 10 AM yet...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brian </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">LOVES</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to play with my hair. He does it without even thinking about it, he just reaches over and fingers a few strands as I read to him or review the day's lessons. He's a very sensitive child with a wonderful heart. Today we were cuddling on the couch and he was playing with my hair, as usual. He says, "Your hair always feels like plastic." I knew what he meant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Because, I have moose in my hair, silly." (A girl's gotta look her best!) "It makes it feel funny." "Ahh, but it makes it LOOK good!" Then John Paul pipes in his less than two cents, "Are you sure it isn't a DEER?" Of course this erupted into a litany of possible wild game that could be making my hair feel like plastic. Elk, caribou, water buffalo, antelope, alpaca? The fun is never ending around here. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">After the noise died down a bit, I began to herd (pun intended) the kiddos upstairs to the schoolroom to begin the day. Celine, the youngest, asks me to sit with her, that she had something to talk to me about. She says, very seriously, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Shanny, I think I'm allergic to Math..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Really? How can you tell?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"I don't know, I just can.'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Well, are your eyes itchy?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Uh-huh..." (As she rubs them for effect)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Do you sneeze a lot?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Yes."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Is your throat scratchy?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Kinda."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I sighed, and grimly shook my head and gave her my professional diagnosis,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Well, it DOES seem like you may be highly allergic to Math, Beans ( her nickname), but there is something that can be done..."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"What?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"When I was a little girl, I had really bad allergies,"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"You still do! You sneeze all the time!"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Yep, anyway, I used to have to go every week and get allergy shots so that my allergies wouldn't be so bad."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Shots</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Uh-huh."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"With </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">needles</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">?'</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Yep, BIG ones." In a heartbeat's time she replied:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"Yeah, I don't think I'm allergic to Math anymore." And she climbed up the stairs without another protest.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">So my number is 555-NANNY if you'd like to engage me in a little grown up speak. Maybe discus the stock market, politics, or debate religion. On second thought, I'll stick with the kind of conversations that deal with grazing mammals and school related allergies. It's more interesting... </span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-29909773396293637542009-05-01T08:14:00.000-07:002009-05-02T07:28:12.245-07:00I'm Going to See WICKED!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am soooo happy! I haven't been this excited about entertainment since I found out I was going to see </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);">Michael Buble</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">!! (There he goes, again, weaseling his way into my posts!) And just like with Baby Buble (Grant's name for MB) I get to experience this with Magoo! That's my dear friend, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Meghan-</span> who I am blessed to work with and love oodles! We've seen many a show together, and now we are treating ourselves to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">WICKED!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> We are going on Tuesday, and I think I just might take this opportunity to wear that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">little red dress</span> I bought a few months ago! Now... do I paint my skin <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">green</span></span>?</span>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-22037218393067538432009-04-30T11:37:00.000-07:002009-04-30T19:11:58.236-07:00Celine's Song!Little Miss has been quite the little extravert today! First hijacking the blog and now this! She and I were goofing off while cleaning up the kitchen after lunch today, and we were singing (which isn't all that unusual for the two of us!). OK! We were bored out of our minds! So we made up this little ditty and thought we'd share it with y'all! Enjoy! (OH! And the lyrics are below, just incase you didn't catch them all!)<div><br /></div><div>Without further Ado... Celine's Song:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwvjIhobmnMkMTotPB5KkwYFL2AM_mU48huQspZQUhV_qPnWX19CWCB32NUv7yEtH27QytHkQOFyc02yG2e4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>I... want...a house in the Hills,</div><div>A car with the frills,</div><div>A maid to clean up the spills!</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to sleep until noon,</div><div>Howl at the moon,</div><div>Michael Buble to Croon (*swoon*)</div><div><br /></div><div>This all may sound so sappy,</div><div>But it would make me awful happy!</div><div>If only for a short while-</div><div>I would SMILE!! (*with a GRIN!*)</div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-71531381988193389952009-04-30T07:19:00.000-07:002009-04-30T08:06:39.891-07:00Celine and Her New T-Shirt!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4SC4uBfgVVxpF0Pt4HiTlttboaItcziQLc31Hnru3pu9tByGxSg2QSsgBeR38uvPKKG3dpW7WtpDjKMtys9b6L0fPBF4_cjuDoTS_hmJ2i6Gg_G4TIDJXLvnY_83Nwal0cqcFwGvVO4rY/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4SC4uBfgVVxpF0Pt4HiTlttboaItcziQLc31Hnru3pu9tByGxSg2QSsgBeR38uvPKKG3dpW7WtpDjKMtys9b6L0fPBF4_cjuDoTS_hmJ2i6Gg_G4TIDJXLvnY_83Nwal0cqcFwGvVO4rY/s320/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330494963626197154" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />So I have a new shirt, and I want to tell you what it says! Well, okay, here it goes: "Friends are forever, Boys are Whatever". Ha ha ha! Isn't that funny? Actually, my mom got it for me, but isn't it cute? My brother JP, he said it was "cold", and then I said, "I know! Thats probably why Mom got it for me!" That's it... back to Shanny.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I had planned to blog about this today, but the little Princess beat me to it! I had the laptop open and ready to go, and the next thing I know, I hear little typing sounds! She's over there typing my blog! Well, I guess somebody's gotta do it! I know I've been less than regular, lately. It just seems like there's so much to do! But, I am here now and blogging away!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I really like this T-shirt! I think every little girl should be wearing these instead of "Hannaha Blondtanna" or "HSM" t-shirts! Don't know what HSM is? Well, you are SOO out of the loop, my friend! It's none other than the High School Musical CRAZE!!! I love that's she's wearing a shirt that is age appropriate, and OH! the wisdom! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I think I needed to be reminded of this very wise advice today! Thanks, Celine! It may be "cold", but it is SOOO true! Love, ya, little one! </span><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-30178565023932076492009-04-30T06:45:00.000-07:002009-04-30T07:17:06.791-07:00Swine Flu-ACHOO!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHbjKsQU2D3B6A6V5lVsfpXFbKBmeYvvTwpokzy6tow-52viFD-lPsYpk3LGUGItPRPrk8bBfr7vcy3LOsb16c-O7a_JIjEqL0d_-EdyJzAGp_aDCHi4HHwN3moG_txtqmWmefwlBJM5Kf/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487618203201266" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br />With all the panic over the recent outbreak of the Swine flu, I decided to pose a few questions about the Piggy Pandemic to the munchkins- just to see what they think of all this mayhem.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What happens when you get the Swine Flu?: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Celine: Your stomach feels weird/bad, your nose starts running, your eyes might start tearing, you have a cough, and you sneeze, you may get a headache.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: ... and your head might even explode! And you sneeze A LOT!<br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">How do you get the Swine Flu?: </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Celine: You eat a pig and you get the flu. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: You go swimming and then you get the swine flu. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: Um, does that mean you have it now, because you went swimming yesterday?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: Uh-huh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: You know I said SWINE FLU, not Swimming Flu...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: OHHHHHHHH!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: So how do you catch the SWINE FLU?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: You hug a swine- or a pig.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: You catch it by hugging a pig?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: *Nods his head yes*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: So, all of these people who are sick got that way by hugging PIGS?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: *still nodding head yes*</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shannon: In other words, they are "Pig Huggers"?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Brian: Yep.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am suddenly reminded of </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THIS</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> picture...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjBdsM5u4dsGEoAUsL5OJdjhDE784zxmZiYpNQTdDfZ7VbwgkB3r9LBBtDD2Y8EwCcTh-rgAjwMmfVtCrm9ALvYUCs1ck3rw5d-JW6_99AdU3KOwTxSxyGFiREUXsje9sa_jpC9qaD2SV/s320/Photo+47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330487624569972050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Am I to be the next victim?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This post is in no way meant to make fun of those who are sick with this sickness... I am aware that a small boy in Texas has died because of this flu, and my thoughts and prayers are with everyone who is suffering through this right now. We are pretty isolated in our little "home schooled" world, and for this to reach their antennas is pretty big stuff. I was wondering how much they were picking up on all of the reports. Apparently, so are listening more than others... Makes for an interesting blog, though.</span></div></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-89522362243407480162009-04-21T09:19:00.000-07:002009-05-02T07:40:12.012-07:00Another Case of Miscommunication...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It always amazes me how kids can mix up things that grownups say. I'm equally amazed by how much they catch onto and understand. I thought we'd review a few instances illustrating both of these situations... why? Because they are FUN-NY!!!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I love lists... a friend of mine described it as a love so deep that I have lists for my lists! This is very true! List help me keep my tangled, jumbled thoughts in order. My thoughts are rarely ordered, heck, to be honest, not much in my life is ordered, but lists help keep me straight- somewhat. It was one of these lists that Celine overheard me making the other day. I was jotting down that I needed to organize some things... she looks back at me with a weird look on her face and says, "Did you just say sanitize?" That might not be such a strange thing except that I was talking about organizing my sewing room... not a place I would ordinarily sanitize. It SO needed to be organized, though! (This misunderstanding could have been due to the fact that I had just given her her own bottle of hand sanitizer, which she was very impressed with...)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A few weeks ago my sister and BIL (brother-in-law) took my nieces and nephew to Sea World for a day trip to see the animals. My oldest niece has been there more in her short 7 years than I have in all my 33! (yes, I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">DID</span> just admit my age on the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">INTERNET</span> for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">ALL TO SEE</span>! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">What am I thinking?!!</span>) Her favorite part is watching the divers as they retrieve the oysters that contain the pearls. She begs for one each time she goes, and it doesn't take long for her to lose her "Pearl of Great Price", (Note: she has already lost her most recent pearl by letting a young friend hold it in the car. We think it may have been eaten by said friend... ) I think she could have had a lovely string of pearls for all ones she has lost. Cora first went when she was a tiny baby. I have the cutest pictures of her sleeping on my Mom and I. She was such a little peanut! She passionately argues with me that she has NOT been there before, but it's hard to argue when there is photographic proof. Katie and Chris decided to not tell the kiddos that they were going until after they were on the road. They explained what Sea World had to offer; namely a giant Orca Whale, named Shamu, who splashes you when he jumps! After the whoops and cheers has subsided, Cora squeals at the top of her lungs: "We're gonna see SHAMPOO!!!! Um... I think that's an entirely different show, sweet niece of mine. An entirely different show...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Brian has a great talent. He can take something he has heard someone else say and use it in a real life setting and it be completely appropriate. His main source for new sayings is the boob tube. He LOVES himself some TV! I'm talking mostly junk TV here, like cartoons and Disney Channel sitcoms... these all have quirky saying and smart aleck remarks wedged within them. Most of these go right past me; I never really pay much attention to them and it SEEMS like he doesn't pay any attention to them either. Yeah, right! As it turns out he's paying VERY close attention. He will blurt the craziest things at just the right moment. FOR INSTANCE:</span></div><div><br /></div><div>We were working on catching up on a few assignments we were behind in Reading. I asked him if he could please do 2 chapters rather than the one that was assigned. That way we'd be back on track! Fully expecting him to eagerly agree (HEY! A girl can dream, can't she?) OR, the more likely scenario would be to hear whining, and wailing, and the gnashing of teeth- but I didn't expect him to calmly reply:</div><div><br /></div><div>"I don't know... Let me check my schedule and get back to you. Yep. I'm free."</div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see, he's quite the little one liner. This is my life- and I love it!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Until next time...</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-52404852605215935592009-04-15T06:23:00.000-07:002009-04-15T08:25:00.317-07:00Here Comes the Rain!!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />The weather looks rather ominous today at the Williemas household! The sky is dark and crammed with thick, grey clouds. They're so full of rain that they seem to be sagging low enough to rub against the tops of the swaying trees! The wind is definitely picking up, and is gugusting like a northeaster... this should be quite a day.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Today all signs pointed to rain: the wind was steady, the clouds were dark and thick, and the munchkins were WILD! I should become a meteorologist. Seriously!!! More times than not I can predict the weather for the day. You're probably wondering "How does she do that?" OK, I doubt that you were asking yourself that, but I'll tell you the answer anyway (because I'm just that nice of a person!) Most weather dudes use a barometer, that measure- umm, I guess it measures barometric pressure? Makes sense to me! But exactly HOW that predicts the day's weather is foreign to me... my tool of measurement is much easier to understand how it works, AND it's easy to read! I can pretty much tell you what type of day it will be just by the munchkins behavior. Let me explain...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If they are quiet and laid back then is going to be a beautiful, sunny Florida day. How do I KNOW this? Because this will be a day that I have to</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> force</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> them to play outside. It will be a day of epic battles just trying to keep them out in the beautiful sun! Lazy munchkins = gorgeous weather!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If they are grumpy and whiney then it will be uncharacteristically cold that day. They wake up on the wrong side of the bed and I get to spend the rest of the day wishing I could send them back there! Cool, brisk attitudes= cool, brisk air!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then there's my least favorite weather indicating behavior: WILD munchkins!!! This is probably the most challenging. You know it's going to be a stormy day (both inside and out) when you walk into a house of wild indian kiddos all hooting and hollering at the top of their lungs, and running around inside the house like it's a racetrack. Brace yourself, it's gonna be a bumpy ride! Today was one of these days! They were so hopped up on candy left over from Easter and I just knew that it was going to be a rotten day for the weather. And vise-versa!! If the weather is bad them I know the to expect similar attitudes from the munchkins !</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It's like they can sense what the weather is going to be that day, and adjust their moods to fit it. Now, when predicting the weather, this method of prediction doesn't work if it's only one or two kids that are behaving this way; it has to be the majority of the bunch or it doesn't work. It somehow ties into the "pack mentality"... you know like a shark feeding frenzy, or wolves hunting. This is equally dangerous and life threatening! Take today's weather as an example... when I awoke this morning to dark skies, gusty winds, and rain threatening to fall in a deluge at any moment... when I arrived at work this morning I was faced with the same "weather" from the kids: dark moods, gusty tempers, and all out Armageddon threatening to breakout at any moment! It's days like these that I fear the most... well, not </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">fear</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, but dread... the best thing for sour moods is time in the sun, running and playing, but that won't be an option today. Why? Haven't you been reading this post??!!! The weather is muy mal!!! (That's Spanish for,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> "VERY BAD!!!") We are experiencing wind gusts of up to 65 miles an hour! Trees are toppling over all around us, and branches are hurling through the air like projectiles! My little munchkins would be blown away if I sent them out in this! Can you imagine them flying through the air like some crazy kind of birds? This just means that I must keep them and their bad moods inside with me. Yeah. Resulting in noise levels of deafening proportions, arguments galore, and aggravation abounds. Again, I say: yeah. If I survive today I will be wiling to humbly accept the Nobel Peace Prize. Seriously. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wanted to include a picture to illustrate the mood of the house today. And as luck would have it, the weather cooperated, (thanks goodness </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">somebody</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> did!) I took this on my iPhone because my CoolPix was drained from Easter. I was standing on the back porch and not about to brave the elements to get this shot. That being said this is a picture of the lake out back. It was so windy that there were actual whitecaps on the water! At one point there were foot high waves!!! Look at the wind battering those trees!! Now that's what I call weather! I just hope to walk into a house with sleepy, lazy kids tomorrow... at least that way I can be SURE of good weather!</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBxUvKGLH3CYOOZ900gO2WGpQdaTYsp2smlx2TNFovdtb8je_xZlTXjj-sBm64MKbHYfjR0nikzJ3jNYN_NhFWbKjtpePjTAteMrzOGnUL7Bl3O9_AWnJI1QNS8FYvcMr_C73fVvOosROS/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324938121178810818" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">UPDATE: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When I came to work today half the kiddos were still asleep and I had to drag them out of bed! BTW- the weather here is BEAUTIFUL!!!! Just incase you were wondering!</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-16670370654218964192009-04-12T17:50:00.001-07:002009-04-15T08:54:29.161-07:00Alleluia! He is RISEN!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Happy Easter, Everyone! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hope you have had a blessed day! Hold your family tight, and enjoy the end to the LONG DARK NIGHT!! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Praise God!</span></span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-60215531930482212672009-04-09T11:15:00.000-07:002009-04-09T22:19:07.443-07:00Our Legacy...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary Mom and Dad!!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My mom and dad celebrated their</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Silver Anniversary</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">this past weekend! I am so blessed to call these two people "Mom" & "Dad"! My sister and I have been working very diligently to assure that this milestone didn't go unrecognized. We planned a fun brunch with family and friends, we all went to Mass together that morning, and we even threw in a few surprises! There was the "Wedding Cake" that I made for them, the M&M's with "Happy 25th" and Charlie & Sue Ann" printed on them, the amazing chocolate ganache groom's cake (Dad's a chocaholic!), and lastly the Movie we gave them that we did of their past 25 years together. This was my favorite! I'm such a sap! I tried posting it at the bottom of the post, but it's LONG! 27 minutes long! I think that may just be too long for blogger. I'll try again soon...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I also made a little slide show of the pictures we took that day. Mom and Dad look sooo happy! </span></div><div><br /></div><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4459784e5455354f413d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Mom & Dad's 25th" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4459784e5455354f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My parents have been an amazing example of how to "work thing through no matter what". I am so proud to call them Mom & Dad.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Here's t0 the next 25, you two!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thanks for teaching me the most important things in life:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">God First, Family Second, & Love Always!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-52711082965168690592009-04-09T11:12:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:15:04.806-07:00WICKED!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wanna see </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">WICKED</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">!! Wahhhahahahahahaaaa!! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No, seriously! I really would love to see this musical. I guess miracles can happen? Nothing says </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"SPRING"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> like a woman with </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">green </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">skin! Now I just need tickets!</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-55425728116642384102009-04-08T09:24:00.000-07:002009-04-08T10:12:35.113-07:00Happy Sweet 16, Monica!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5mMqxvVyBfx4XHj0tENIhJgu2733aOOqVgkJwIAc6nqlhxpozRzPhnWLmxJvb4eWfAPg6ReldRLEM0IhRspmYel73STuQqsrkHr03XBwraKDcJZfSnZWReSkPi18uKlW3QPL_SGhveXVr/s400/DSCN4353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364267352475266" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, it was an AMAZING party, just like I knew it would be! There was a was a black, white, & PINK theme. The guests were all asked to dress in black and white while MONICA had a beautiful pink dress. THe cake was made by a local bakery, Cenotti's, and was very yummy! Monica and I sewed the table runners and table squares. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5TV9ET6dlscnbjowZ4wXinqtfsJxCkDEK6oEnkJgaiTg1HdU8b_pJCaW68Rha51TcnMytKC_J9xYIoRDE5XXpiAEXuHX0NV3WoukWKjOEeOS4zjGeeTpwykHgitqzBs6ZKty-kK3SBK1/s320/DSCN4347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322366078440995154" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fun was had by all! While I LOVE teenagers, (Crazy, I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">know</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">! I think that I have a chemical imbalance that forces me to actually </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LIKE </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">teens!) these teens were all new to me, and not as adorable as my youth group kiddos, but I enjoyed them. Mostly. There was the requisite </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LOUD MUSIC</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, flashing lights, crazy dancing, and food. There must </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ALWAYS </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">be food when teens are involved, or things could get </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ugly</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">!Meg was the photographer, and I was the... um, well... I'm not sure what I was. I guess I was the decorator/chaperone/helper to the photographer/keeper of the candy bar(I made sure the Swedish Fish, Skittles, M&M's, and PB Cups stayed fully stocked!) </span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Monica loved the party! Here's a few pics to prove it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurtFYf-uau4gsWr5tkFWMOpLLx45aqewCwQCOXggD4twqGAg1ClGgItZVFpszi2qERzZLViEUnxNqveKxo3DJhyphenhyphenNLaOL_QJwfe4ajBrCpwSJE48lDKiIg_IXcOy3gPJG7SNNokLLCJa_3/s320/DSCN4349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365471262029394" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The cake table.<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5Mk-fI24fRjgbmquOQxzNwcnOC0s0MiYq8_TFqNs5IL_LgM5lY45rOQAc_F6mQqQB9L_HeSXdshsBIyWyPHj9oe2B20G6iGEpANsSigCc4SbLm-X29skiVT-LfmLmZ5UsRwUtpk_JLt3/s400/DSCN4355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364287499384402" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Chris, Donna, Warren, Monica, & Colette<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlv2WyElf52YPY39EhzutvwiEHY4INUOo9MJoeSX82x6FUD2qRbDJc_NrP5I7V0GCs_GiKMx4cjr8XMt8A1pnfUwWCkU5wEojJ3Buz9hjZ7SMsfv0EiqKf5zC9ewWFAMrzcXtv5fZKDJB/s320/DSCN4360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365468241618306" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Colette<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagTES8io5W7Dx-vYDFVlEgUlzSm2XC9hoSdjkENUizo9Ude35Lukv4aPyq3d-7qI_KmoTkZlQzO-T1NJPnArK62DH6h4mXaRxGL3cpCBXmDQgIYnL4V2uTWypDFP9wZPk53wRNng7eoOr/s320/DSCN4361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365466487495170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meg the photographer/friend.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">:)</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmboEflMo6TtSdU4Ta3R_qvBdD9Cju4CVGJCZplGo9SetGVr2TaNfc9Ieij9uVhpTWVrcVpDY-JiwltxDq9PxLyG3sus91MqtYvIvP_McsQ-e67WAxH_TyrHKaj-x20xwL2pap8udvi8-/s320/DSCN4362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322365460528126482" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">One of the two styles of table runners we made.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdcmDXaSztRpSq4Z1ZrCcLF877_xxMYUTNZxG1AOKrqaM82YlHwsRcQ-Agi4MuZ3z9lZ2u2zfa1Ti1OEUCpAG-_mlKTN07zbE9wDZO9GaTbOJhgWDiMNnzLIAJ9JgSENl2xlV8mllsV9Ku/s400/DSCN4348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364274052495442" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The most AWESOME Sweet 16 cake EVER!!!<br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3P6sweO3qQOTIeiUCkUGI9kgptqGiwZDrqHFSa1Ucj4lADlvVGTllUaOgNymXZ0yOu7jNh_omHL3JjzEpgWEKkmwG9rrmtEroeE5XMdZ-YXO2xnJA8whhB6KipRxk90Cz5fFj1RMG1lAe/s400/DSCN4345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364283028500354" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Candy Bar.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKo2I4BUOajcfZcawdRSwU-jKxHSkvld2G5KTRTnrD16T3kU1mlhyphenhyphenbw8nKNeWIxcrmP4TKGg-8_HjzwMYBeNDCd9yrqAvl7cq1IAcVtqaGDo2GxWSPUYWLohiCxSOjcbEngGyeHikRL0t/s400/DSCN4350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364279027479266" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The other style of table runner...</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-75894608695812582362009-04-08T08:51:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:04:26.438-07:00Putt-Putt- Phun (pronounced FUN!)<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ever had the feeling that you may just lose you mind? Well, I've had that feeling ALL week! It's Spring Break around these parts, and I need a break from my break!!! While the kids are so very happy to be free from school duties this means that I'm responsible for coming up with exciting things for them to do to keep them from burning down the house, er... I mean keep them entertained. Thankfully they are getting to the age where they can make suggestions as to what they would like to do. John Paul mentioned that he'd like to go play Putt-Putt Golf. Easy enough, right? Not quite. There is only ONE putt-putt around here, and we weren't sure how good it would be. So we packed up the munchkins and headed to Adventure Landing. Surprisingly we had a great day! We played unlimited golf, (for these kids their limit is TWO- short attention spans?) They also had unlimited</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Laser Tag!!!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">(again their max was two... what can I say, they aren't greedy!) Then there were the endless arcade games and noisy things that require you to spend their college fund on tokens to play them. Oh, and AL has an added feature or two, neither of which we partook of: the alligator pond where you could FEED the Alligators from poles you rented (WHAT!??!?!?!?!?!) and the water park that actually looked pretty awesome. We may have to do the second during the summer! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Back to the golf... they did really well, considering. Brian really doesn't have the patience for Golf, but he had fun. JP is a natural at ANY sport he plays so he excelled as usual (he had the most HOLES IN ONE!) Grant did well, also and had a few HIO himself, and Celine was pretty amazing. She had a number of HIO to brag about as well. I have never seen a group of kids get this many holes in one EVER! Just a last note... Brian did FINALLY get a HIO, (I had been pulling for him SOOO hard!!) and it was on the LAST hole of the LAST game we played- and they had just announced that the 1st person to get a HIO with a blue or green ball would receive a PRIZE PACK. Well, guess what? HE was the 1st person!! So he was doubly thrilled, and it was a great ending to the day!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here is a little smile box I put together of the few pics I took on my AWESOME iPhone. (Incase you were wondering: I had lost my charger to my little Coolpix and had no way to charge it. I ALWAYS keep that camera with me because it's so easy to use and fits into any pocket. I've been a little lost without it to say the least! Never fear! I have bought a new charger and it stays with the camera, now! Me loosing the charger had a little something to do with my most recent bout with blogger's block! It's just not as much fun to read my LOOOONNNG posts without pics!!) Thanks for hanging in there with me!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Without further ado:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4459784d7a6b324f413d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Putt-Putt Phun!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4459784d7a6b324f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></tbody></table>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-25408247880231609242009-04-08T06:22:00.001-07:002009-04-09T11:11:16.142-07:00Blessings...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have been so overwhelmed with all the things going on these past few weeks. All wonderful things, mind you, but they still make life hectic. I "complain" about how I have sooo much to do, and absolutely no time for myself, but right now I'd give anything to have that hectic feeling right now. Maybe then I'd have less time to have thoughts like the ones I've been having the past few days...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I am so blessed. I have so many wonderful people in my life. Between my family and friends, most of who are more like family, I couldn't ask for more. I have been given so much... yet I want more. Sometimes I feel guilty that there are times when I look at my sister's sweet children I wonder why I have no children of my own. Or when I hear that another of my friends are expecting a precious little one, my heart cries out for the family I don't have yet, and while I'm ashamed to admit it, I </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">fear</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I may never have. I will be the first person to admit that I am perfectly suited for my profession as a nanny, and not just because it happens to be my last name, but loving these children allows me to pacify my own "mother's heart" as well. I look at these crazy, frustrating, entirely lovable munchkins and can almost see myself with my own children... someday. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am not a very patient soul, at least not when it comes to waiting for BIG things. OK, maybe not with the little things either, (Like waiting at a stop light- that KILLS me!!) but I do try. This waiting, though, is killing me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">My sister has the most amazing family. Her kids heal and break my heart at the same time. I can't wait to see them each week, and I'm so very sad to see them go. We are a very close family, and I am blessed that I usually get the opportunity to spend Sunday playing with them and I cherish that time. I don't know what I would do if they lived far from us, I can't even imagine it. Katie's three kiddos are my heart. I love hearing about them, I love laughing with them, I love watching them grow into the little people they will become. But as much as I love this it makes me ache for my own. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I never really felt this way with the Williemas kids. I love them terribly, but it's different. In many ways I am a mom to them. That's what this blog is all about; bringing them from diapers to drivers' licenses and beyond... Being with them has made me realize what a wonderful mother I'd be, or would like to be. They have given me the opportunity to learn how to be a great mom, and all along I've viewed this time with them as the chance to become the super mom I've always wanted to be... Now I'm beginning to wonder if this time with them is the only time I'll have to be a mother...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Most of you don't know that for many years I strongly considered becoming a nun. In fact I had decided that it was what God wanted for me. But after much prayer and many tears I realized that it was more what</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">thought</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> God wanted from me. I can't imagine not having been here for my nieces and nephew, not to mention that I would have missed out on all these years with Brian and Celine. The fact that I would never have children of my own was one of reasons that helped me realize that the life of a religious sister was not my calling, though there are times when I second guess that decision if only because I have yet to find "Mr. Right" and start our family.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> If </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">motherhood is my vocation, wouldn't I be one by now? Being with the Williemas Family </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">has </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">helped me realize that I would </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">LOVE </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">a large family! If only...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'm sorry this is such a downer of a post. I started thinking about how I live a blessed life, and I really believe this! I've been reading some of my friends' blogs, friends who are going through some very trying times, and I know how very blessed I am. I just don't know why I've been overwhelmed by these feelings of sadness lately; crying at the drop of a hat, feeling lonely, wondering if I'll ever get the chance to be the ONE thing I really want to be... A mom.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Maybe I'm ovulating... (that's for you, Katie!) This too shall pass...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Have a blessed journey to the Cross this Holy Week!</span></div><div><br /></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-31566288625162588592009-04-02T08:08:00.000-07:002009-04-09T11:10:37.537-07:00Another One Drives Off into the Sunset...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So this week is Monica's</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Sweet 16th Birthday!!!!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Holy cow! Where does the time go??? </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Just yesterday she was six, and oh-so cute, and today she's a beautiful young woman relishing in her soon to be freedom! This driving thing is </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">killing</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> me! She can't wait to get her license and be able to go where ever she wants. News flash: that's not quite how it works... but she refuses to see that. She's positive that she's getting a car, she isn't; and she has endless tips and critiques on </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> driving! All this just solidifies that wisdom comes with age, maybe she'll wise up in the next few days... but I doubt it. What she is getting is an AWESOME Sweet 16 party for all of her friends. I have never seen the likes this party for a 16th Birthday... it's more like a "Homecoming" or "prom"! This little "get together" has us all very busy, but it will be wonderful!! I'm very excited for her!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'll let you know how her BIG BASH went!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What am I going to do when all these munchkins can drive themselves everywhere?? *sigh!*</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-83945894211006677592009-03-25T09:59:00.000-07:002009-04-08T06:22:05.963-07:00My Name is SHAN-NON...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br />Did you ever have a teacher that said, " There are no dumb questions."? As a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">teacher</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I agree with this sentiment, but as a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">professional nanny</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> I have to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">strongly</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> disagree! I can't begin to tell you about the questions I get on a daily basis. They range from the profound to the ridiculous, and yes, there is even the occasional stupid question.</span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For instance I was JUST asked if I could write a recommendation for Wern to be a "buddy" at "Camp I Am Special". That would be filed under the "profound" category. I also was just asked by Brian, "Why are these spelling words sooo hard?! Their sooo long!" Now this could be considered a facetious question, but he fully expected an answer! This is going under the "ridiculous" category! My point is that every day, all day long I am berated by questions. There are times when I feel like I'm under enemy fire, they come at me so fast!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Grant is the questioner. He asks more questions than any other living person I know. I wonder if he does it just to hear his own voice, because the only time he isn't asking questions is in his sleep. Even then I think he may be dreaming of new questions to ask because when he wakes up he has a ton of new questions to ask. It doesn't do any good to ignore him, either. He'll either keep asking the same question over and over and over and over, or he'll find a new way of asking the same question until you answer him or exclaim out of utter frustration, "I DON'T know, Grant!" To which his usual response is, "OK, OK, I was </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">just</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> asking... geesh!" His favorite question to ask right now is, "Can we go swimming?" I knew yesterday was going to be a rough day when the first thing he said to me was, "Can we go swimming?" It was 8 AM, by the way, and it wasn't even grammatically correct! ("May we go swimming, please?" would have been the correct question to ask.) Plus he </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">knows</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> they aren't allowed to swim until </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">after</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> school is finished, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">AND</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> it was really chilly that day (well, chilly for Florida, anyway). He proceeded to badger me about swimming until I finally told him, "NO. Don't ask again or the official opening of pool season will be pushed back 2 more weeks!" He hasn't asked to swim today, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">yet</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They even ask each other questions. I'm not just picking on Grant here, he may be full of questions, but they ALL ask more than their fair share of questions! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> "When's dinner?"- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um... the same time as every night!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"What's for dinner?"- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Um... don't know it's 3PM!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Can we go swimming?" -</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No, Grant.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Can I have a snack?" - </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Is it after 3PM? Then yes, you can have a snack, just like every other day of your life!!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Can we go swimming?"- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">No, Brian.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Do I have practice today?"- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, is it Tuesday? And do you have practice each and every Tuesday? Then YES you DO have practice! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Can I go swimming?"- </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">NO, CELINE! And tell your brothers they are in big trouble for sending you in here to ask me after I told THEM not to ask me again!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>As you can see I get a variety of unnecessary questions every day. I might not mind even these questions if I didn't get the same ones EVERY DAY!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I have decided to keep a running tally of the number of questions I am asked today by humans younger than myself. Adults won't count, although some days I think they should! I'll post the GRAND TOTAL tonight after I am home and safely out the range of questions... but they have been known to call or text me with questions after I'm home. If they do, then I'll just tack those onto the total too!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">SO I want to make a tee shirt... The front would look a little like this:</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Hello, My Name is:</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">NOT</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 110px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGpJNGuMfTSa7364zgd5Y4tql-wj3sAz0j1Zu7ZBz0A519eG4LPK3MlQgINcDy2YA4AiippLYqcczuIf8L9o_accZrl3KMi-ECp-xFsekkUBmLD4RQ1licEi7PmyZRXo8q6mi4cAB1xiy/s400/logo.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317526909656359234" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I guess my point is this... I don't have anything against questions. In theory they are very necessary and helpful little things, but when they are the only type of sentence you use they become quite annoying. So I would like to introduce everyone to a few of my other "friends"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Everybody, I'd like you to meet Mr. Exclamation, he very passionate. Then this is Ms. Telling, she always interesting things to say. Lastly, this is Sergeant Commanding, he can be a bit bossy, but very helpful in certain situations. Now that we're all friends- let's try to all play together nicely and not just with Mr. Questioning. He's getting a little OLD.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Besides, the Questions Desk is closed for the day, we have met our daily quota... try again tomorrow</span></div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6993071775793997897.post-4215865458703513192009-03-19T06:39:00.000-07:002009-03-26T16:03:36.884-07:00A WEEK???!!Holy cow, has it really been a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">week</span> since I last posted? Man I need an intervention! Why haven't you people reminded me to blog!!! Some faithful, loyal readers <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">you</span> are! Humpf!<div><br /></div><div>I'm holding you each personally responsible for the slack in my writing!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>J/K, but I do need to get back in the saddle again...</div><div><br /></div><div>Need inspiration!</div>CatholicGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06588326888556863132noreply@blogger.com0