Category: Wordless Wednesday

The Boy turned 9 today
He came downstairs in the usual way
But the cat is sick and Grandpa’s surgery’s today
I was sad that we would be away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, in a calm sort of way
He said, "I’m gonna be okay, don’t worry mom
You know he’s gonna need Dad and you"

Happy Birthday, my boy – who knew turning 9 could be so SWEET!

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Okay, who’s hogging ALL the snow!?!?

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Meet Major Andy Olmsted – he gave his life on January 3, 2008 in the service of others – please, I ask that you take the time and read his last post from the front lines – feel free to share your thoughts here, if you wish, and pray for peace; that is all.

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To my twin brother (yep, my kids adore their Uncle Bud) and all the soldiers serving over there, here and everywhere, "HOOAH!"

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’twas the night before New Year’s, and all the through the house, all the creatures were ready to party, and there was STILL no sign of my spouse!

The children were nestled all snug under the tree, while making party favors for Thing One, Thing Two, The Boy and Mini-me!

With Daddy stuck in the office, and me feeling a little beat, I decided to ignore the dishes and annoy the Old Man with my NEW fuzzy feet!

When behind all the gafawing, posing, and pawing, there arose such a clatter, I sprung with much dread, to see what was the matter…NOW?!?!

Away to the living room, I flew like a flash, tore open the Motrin, ready to knock Thing One’s temp back on its ash (shuddup!)

Nay, ’twas only the laundry piled sky high, I fear, with a quake did finally fall and NAY, did I care!

But, Thing One and The Boy, were watching a flick, who, too, were NOT feeling very lively, or quick.

A wink of Mini-me’s eye, and with a party hat on her head, said "YAY…Daddy’s home…it’s time for game night, Momma!"

[heavy sigh]

Well, soon gave me to know, there WAS, perhaps, nothing to dread.

Yes, it was just another quiet Auld Lang Syne – at This Full House of dried-out markers and broken crayons – with reflections of peace, love and hope, and that suits us just fine!

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The old man and the tree.

 

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To:  Garth (not his real name)

From:  F.B. (wouldn’t you like to know)

I love you, BUT, dang there’s STILL sooooooo much to do and would you even want me this way – see above – HAH, who am I kidding?

Okay, BUT, if you’d only just wait – only 6 more sleeps until Christmas – there would be more time and I promise to fit you in!

[snicker]

Perhaps even twice (no pun intended, MUCH) when ALL the children are off in college, of course.

Happy Hump Day, just the same!

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Okay, everybody smile…wait…uh…very cute, Mini-me…let’s try that again, shall we!?!?

Okay, everyone…try and catch a snowflake on your tongue…GREAT…no, wait…UGH…okay, don’t go ANYWHERE!

[takes a deep breath]

Let’s try one with Doofus, then…one…two…forget the stupid squirrels, already…THREE!

[rubs forehead]

One…two…three…okay, everybody SMILE…great, you guys…I think this is…um.

GAAAAAAAH!

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Game on, laundry, dude!

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Ours is perhaps the only house where playing with one’s food is terribly encouraged and taken to a MUCH higher level, I think – especially, when flaunted in the face of absolute suckage – can you guess whose plate this is?

Is it Thing One?

The Boy?

Thing Two, perhaps?

Or, was it this little devil?

Either way, rest assured that no one was harmed and that none of the animals (of the four-legged kind) were fed directly from the table and that burping, sneezing and random acts of flatulence – not to mention, various other forms of expelling one’s bodily functions and there ARE many, trust me – were kept at a minimum during the filming of last night’s dinner.

We’re not total heathens, you know!

But, do NOT try this at home, I am a professional and have been laughing at the face of etiquette since 1993!

Sooooo….whose plate is it, anyway?

[Edited to add:  Dana, you hit the beefy on the head, it was Mini-me and you’d be surprised how…um…disgusting she can be, with a piece of London broil.  Garth (not his real name) and I refer to her as, "our little carnivore!"  Kate, not this day….but, thanks for playing along, anyway!]

I told you – didn’t I – you can’t possibly plan for everything.  Like, the water main breaking right, smack, dab in the front of your house on THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING!

No matter, help is here and for that I am extremely thankful.

[sniff]

As should my kids’ 1st and 3rd grade classmates – we’ve got NO water, I swear – friendship feasts aside, I’m going to be one stinky mommy, for real.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

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