I let the girls rent movies at the RedBox this weekend while I was out of town shopping. I sent them a code to use for 50 cents off. They forgot to use it. Their solution was to return the movies and rent them again and use the code.
This blogger is not having a good day.
Probably not good to ask for killer doves (inside joke with me and myself).
I need to mention that it feels like "The Long Hot Summer" here in Wynne, Arkansas. If only Don Johnson were here with some iced sweet tea....
Do you remember the 700 Club or the PTL hour? Today on "Every Body Hates Chris" Chris wanted to tape the 700 Club and PTL so he could pray to not be robbed again. That brought back a flood of memories. Funny ones.
Who's mother didn't make them get washed up and be seated EVERY DAY before Jim and Tammy Baker came on the TV?
You know my name, not my story. You've heard what I've done, not what I've been through. If you were in my shoes, you'd fall the first step. So True. Doesn't this just about cover everything?
Have you ever said, "I swear I'm never going to say what my momma said to us!" I do it every day and break that rule every day. Today I broke another rule. I used to swear that I would never say "my kids will be the death of me". I said it. My grandfather used to say..."my kids will be the death of me!" or (to my mom) "Susan, you are killing me!" I'm not my mother...I'm my grandfather. That. Is. Funny.
Today was supposed to be the last MED visit, per the 12 year old Medical Doctor we saw last time. The doctor today (who looked 16)said that Mary Margaret's fracture looks stable and to resume all activities, which is exactly what is 12 year old co-worker said the last time. Way to read the previous charts. I started to ask general questions, when I was interupted by Mary Margaret. She had important quesitons. Can I ride roller-coasters again? Can I do lunges and crunches and go back to my work outs? What about all my school sports? Really? I said to the 16 year old doctor, "She doesn't do those things to begin with". He responds to Mary Margaret..."This is how I would power sprints, super lunges, reps, quads.... She was blinking her eyes and agreeing with him and mimicking what he was doing....LIKE THIS WAS A NATURALL EVERY DAY THING TO HER. She wouldn't know a power sprint if it slapped her in the face, unless she's seen some hot guy doing them because that is just about the only TIME she pays attention. This is how I KNOW THE DOCTOR IS 16. He spoke on her level. I say to this doctor, she DOESN'T DO THIS STUFF. She's a waitress, she fills glasses and clears tables, she is a professional texter, she sleeps, she drives to school, she doesn't open her text books because they are heavy, she sleeps, she uses a remote control, she fixes her hair. Seriously. He says to Mary Margaret, "you should wait until the one year mark to schedule sky diving or rock climbing"...soooooooo, I interupted him and said, "Does she really look like she does this stuff?????" He said see you in August! Full release to do whatever you want to do. I called him a stupidhead in my mind.
Relay for Life was amazing last night. The JPC girls raised almost three times their goal! Their goal was $500.00, the total this morning was $1700, which is not the final total! So proud of these hard working teenagers! They gave up their Friday night for a great cause. Dianne loved the Relay for Life. The first year we took part, was just after Dianne found out she had cancer. That year, tornados came through the night of the Relay and it was held inside. Last year, she walked as a survivor, this year we walked in her memory. She would have gotten a kick out of watching the girls walk and work the Relay. The JPC's Won Miss Relay. Good Job Dillion Boles!!!!
Found a website from pinterest that tells you what to text your husband to make him feel that you are thankful for him....
Wonder what MOM/WIFE had time to sit down and do this?
How many apply to you?
1.He works hard.
2.He has a job.
3.He's trying hard to find a job.
4.He's a human jungle gym for the kids.
5.He wants the best for our kids.
6.He helps with the kids at bedtime.
7.He's passionate about our family.
8.He's a good leader.
9.He's not a whiner.
10.I can trust his judgment.
11.He does the right thing, even when he doesn't want to.
12.He tries to please me.
13.He's organized.
14.He's inventive.
15.He loves to get his hands dirty. *
16.He's adventurous.
17.He's dependable.
18.He takes command.
19.He can still sweet talk me.
20.He's a saver. *
21.He's a spender.
22.He rarely buys things for himself.
23.He's disciplined.
24.He doesn't swear.
25.He doesn't swear that much.
26.He doesn't swear in front of the children.
27.He can fix anything.
28.He knows when to call a repairman.
29.He's stays calm in hairy situations.
30.He volunteers to change diapers.
31.He can change a diaper.
32.He'll buy the diapers.
33.He marvels at our children.
34.He asks my opinion.
35.He's committed to our marriage.
36.He's realistic.
37.He surprises me with flowers and gifts.
38.He compliments me.
39.He's a good guy.
40.He's consistent.
41.He helps clear the table.
42.He thanks me at the end of most meals.
43.He has simple tastes.
44.I'm still attracted to him.
45.He has a sweet smile.
46.He doesn't make excuses.
47.He knows me.
48.He chose me.
49.He's a great bug killer!
50.He'll help with laundry.
51.He touches me in all the right ways, and in all the right places.
52.He still wants to be physical with me.
53.He loves me as I grow older.
54.He wants to be a good man.
55.He values my job as a wife and mother.
56.He is encouraging to our kids.
57.He reads to our children.
58.He's silly for our children.
59.His eyes don't stray.
60.He doesn't step out on me.
61.He doesn't drink too much.
62.He doesn't do drugs.
63.He gets what's important in life.
64.He would do anything to keep me smiling.
65.He would lay down his life for us.
66.His arms are protective.
67.He keeps our cars spotless.
68.He pursues a relationship with God.
69.Things seem to roll off his back.
70.He tries to put up with my PMS.
71.He'd rather be with me and the kids than anywhere else.
72.He's a trusted friend.
73.He'd give a stranger the shirt off his back.
74.He's honest.
75.He's not a showoff.
76.He's not scatter-brained.
77.He's always prepared.
78.He's a great provider.
79.I know we'll never go hungry.
80.He's creative.
81.He calls if he's running late.
82.He's always on time.
83.He's happy to work behind the scenes.
84.He makes me laugh.
85.He has a good heart.
86.He is honorable.
87.He takes out the garbage.
88.He finds the fun in life.
89.When he makes decisions he considers the needs of our family first.
90.He's irresistible.
91.He's kind.
92.He is willing to watch romantic movies with me.
93.He cracks up at TV commercials.
94.He's respected at work.
95.He's a good employee.
96.He's a good boss.
97.He's a man of his word.
98.He desires to be the best husband and father he can be.
99.He's a good companion.
After reading these....dang!!!!! I'm a good husband!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Happy 16th Birthday to my sweet Taylor Nichole!
Taylor chose Olive Garden for her birthday dinner and then to the mall to try on PROM dresses...all the girls got dumped for prom shortly after this...:( Jerks.
Left side of the Table: Sweet 16 Taylor, Mary Margaret and Taylor Witcher
Right side of the Table: Shelby, my bff Dianna, and Me (might I add that the table covering 90% of my body make me look hot!!)
Taylor with her Cookie Cake from Great AMerican Cookie Factory...cookie was good....icing made me sick to my stomach!
Taylor, Me, and Mary Margaret!
Mary Margaret reading funny facebook post book out loud: my friend took an IQ test and it came back negative. MM says: oh thats awful that they are making fun of a pregnancy test like that!
Last night was round 3 of the Wii. I was poking around on the setting and noticed that I could make my own pet AND my pet can do the body testing.
LIGHT BULB.
Wii: Would your pet like to do the body test?
Me: WHY, yes, yes she would.
I looked Farrah, she looked at me (she doesn't like the Wii Fit Board for some reason), her eyebrows went up and I said, "Come on Farrah, lets get your fitness on!" (in my best strong voice). She blew her breath out. I drug her over to the board and situated her paws and she decided she was having none of that. I read the instructions again and realized that I was doing it all wrong! I have to weigh first then pick up my small dog and hold her while we weigh together.
Ha.
Ha ha ha.
So this is for small dogs. Hmmm....
Farrah is not a small dog.
One of her favorite past times is to guard the bathtub, we may drown.
I do the weigh in and again it said "ouch" then I pick Farrah up. Mary Margaret thought this was the funniest thing she had ever seen. I sort of half picked her up. She was squirming away and the Wii kept on working. It said she only weighs 32 lbs. LIAR. Now, I'm convinced that the Wii does not work and that I really do weigh 120 lbs not 4567lbs.
Now that I'm through playing with Farrah, the real workout starts. I did the advanced bicycle ride on the Wii. Let me say this, IT KICKED MY BUTT.
More later.
Farrah got her nails done. She clomped around the house afterwards like I had put 40lbs weights on her feet. FUNNY.
Saturday we walked the track.
Sunday I worked on my fitness on the Wii Fit
Monday night (before the bachelor of course) I worked on the Wii Fit.
You would think after a few months of no yard to push mow and no walking that I would be sore, all over.
NOPE.
Just my thumb. My thumb is sore. How stupid is that?
This is how I'm strolling..
(this sounds dumb, I may have to go back to "This is how I roll"
Maybe my whole blog sounds dumb. I don't care.
Last night while cooking a gormet dinner Tony's Pizza, I was thinking again about this whole blogging thing, about how some think it is stupid. Then my mind wandered. Will the girls read this later and life and realize that it really wasn't a dream, Kaye Kaye really is a dork. Then the old mind wandered from blogging to my quilting. Will the girls remember while they did their homework that I quilted at the kitchen table with them. Cut out patterns, pieced and sewed. Will it be a good memory or Oh my gosh, she was so lame memory. Will they remember all the times I drug them off to photo sessions.
Will they remember this crazy life we have now?
Hope so, cause I think it's a good crazy. (except for the teenage crazy drama)
De-shedding?
This weekend Nicole came down to spend the weekend. The original plan was for her to come down and we were going to spend it visiting with Dianne.
Here's where the de-shedding part comes in...
Farrah our dog is getting rid of her winter coat on EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. So I bought a de-sheding tool, then my mind wandered. It wanders a lot. Sometimes that's not so good and sometimes it's just okay. I thought, wow, I should de-shed my life. Get rid of all this junk stored up in my head that keeps me worried. Get rid of all the stuffines. Get rid of all the pounds I'm not sheding. Get rid of all the hurt. Start over.
So that's what I'm doing.
Saturday was my first day back on the track walking.
Sunday was the Wii Fit (how dare that sucker say "ouch" when I stepped on the board).
I am 10lbs lighter, 2 years since my last weigh in. Go Me! It only took me 634 days to shed 10 pounds!!!!! (somewhere between the last day I stepped off and yesterday when I got back on, though, I've lost one size in clothing...so that's good)
So the fun times begin.
It's how I stroll not roll...I refuse to roll again.
A few funny pictures from this weekend...having Nicole around always equals fun times...laugh till you cry times...
We de-shedded Farrah and used her fur as crazy mustaches...Nicole looks way more cute than me...
I look drunk, or something, and WHY does my hair always look so "Elvis"???????
Girls ready for the JPC Meeting Sunday....looking cute and faking the sisterly love.
Nicole shed the mustache for lunch on Sunday! Taylor looking cute!
A quilt top finished Sunday night, ready for the name and quilted! READY for a new great nephew...
Whoever thought, when I was a kid, that being an adult would mean crossing death defying mountains and valley's.
I've been rolling, tumbling, jumping, stumblins, clawing my way back up mountains and valleys.
It's always harder the week after is true. While Dianne was sick, I tried really hard to not bother her with silly stuff, now, how many times I picked up the phone up to send her a picture, or OMG I can't believe Mary Margaret said that, or to tell her Taylor bought a belly burner to loose weight and is wearing it to school, to tell her the mistakes I've made handling this weekend's teenage drama or that Philip finally admited, out loud, that he likes me. (I knew he did all along LOL). I wanted to tell her how proud I felt, when Philip came to me at the visitation and said there were people HE wanted me to meet...they were his teachers from school. PROUD I tell you.
She would have been speachless when she saw all the people lined up for her visitation. She would have been PROUD of all her boys, they were so strong.
Someone (who shall remain nameless) told me that blogging and facebook is stupid, no one needs to know all your business. It's not. I've read bits and pieces of Dianne's blog several times over the last several weeks, gone back over comments on facebook, and it's priceless.
I was thinking of giving up blogging. I'm not going to. Someday, someone might want to know what I had to say.
This is how I roll...LOL
one of my fave Dianne quote..."I'm 45 and hormonal so get over yourself!" CDB
Right now, there are no words. She was loved.
Charlotte Dianne Littlejohn Billings, my BFF, Sister-in-Law passed away today. 
In August Dianne and I took this photo in HER BATHROOM...
Cause that's how we roll...
trying to be like the teenagers...
to embarrass our kids...
I am blessed to have a best friend forever/sister-in-law like her. Starting our 22nd year of friendship/family...
I am no longer the love of Tim's life
and
I am no longer the love of Mary Margaret and Taylor's life
and
I might be a little smitten with this gorgeous and sweet dog...Farrah.
