Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Twisted Mix-Tape Tuesday - Our Love Story - to Music

Well, it has begun.  Phoenix started high school today.  While I am very sad for me, seeing my baby head off into the world of "really big, old kids", I am beyond excited for him.  He is going to a great school with lots of good friends with so many opportunities to learn and have fun. 

Wearing shorts we spent three hours at the mall searching for, he left dark and early.  (Poor kid is in a carpool with two girls who like to get to school reeeeaaaly early.)  After school, he texted me to say he had a good day, but, "Did you know shorts aren't part of the dress code?"

Right.  I like a good prank like anyone else, but sending my baby to his first day of high school in something NOT dress code appropriate is not something I would do.  I'm going to assume he has gotten my sarcastic gene, which I can be proud of, and wasn't really asking that question.

Guess I'll be heading out to not find pants that fit him.  Did you know there aren't many stores which sell size 28x33?  Especially when you limit them to the color khaki. 

Anyway, I am a little more nervous than other moms might be about my boy heading to high school.  It was during my freshman year that I met COW.  The thoughts of him meeting his future wife already...I just can't go there.

But I have been doing some reminiscing.  Perfect timing for me to try a new blog hop.  COW and I love music (though neither of us can play an instrument or sing on key.  COW can barely keep a beat, and his dancing is atrocious), and it has been a big part of our life together.

Ms. Jen Kehl has a Tuesday Mix-Tape hop each week, and the theme this week is "Duets".  While COW and I have been known to belt out the tunes in perfect disharmony, we've never been recorded.  I won't be able to share with you our tear-inducing duets.  I will, though, be able to tell you the story of our life through the music of respected duets.  And for a couple of these, I'm using the word "respected" a bit loosely. 

1.  When COW and I first began dating, I thought he was rich.  He didn't waste his time recording songs off the radio.  No, sir, if he liked a song, he went out and bought the tape.  (I later found out he wasn't rich at all, seeing as he still used a hand-me-down 8-track, too.)  The first one we ever listened to was DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.  No joke.  We loved them, and sang every word to those songs.  I can still sing them without missing a beat.  Our favorite:

 
 
2.  Over our high school years, we went to LOTS of dances.  Besides the usual homecomings and proms, we had Turnabout ,(the one where the girl asks the boy.) and sock hops after every single football game.  We spent many, many nights getting sweaty dancing to that fantastic 80s music.  One song which got the place rocking every single time was "Walk this Way", sung by Run-DMC and Aerosmith.
 
Enjoy.
 
 
3.  OK, this one is going to leave you scratching your head.  I said I was using the word "respected" very loosely.  COW and I both performed in the variety shows our school put on each spring, although never the same one.  The year I participated, we did a theme song bit, and I was cast as Laverne, from "Laverne and Shirley".  From then on, whenever I felt the need to embarrass COW in public, I would go into my Laverne high knee/low snap moves.  Worked every time.
 
 
4.  And then we graduated.  Being that we were mature before our time, we decided to attend different universities.  I didn't even apply to the school which he attended.  We had been together for more than two years by then, and came to the conclusion we didn't want to stay together out of habit.  We tested our relationship by throwing ourselves into the pit of bad behavior and temptation individually, hoping for the best.  We managed to stay together, missing each other terribly and talking on the phone every night.  During my freshman year, he made a tape for me (Yup, a song from a mix-tape in a mix-tape post.  Beat that!)  full of songs which made him think of me.  (Such a romantic, no?)  Of course, when you think of romance, don't you immediately think of Sonny and Cher?  I do.  Ever since that tape came in the mail.
 
 
 
5.  Time went on.  We got hitched.  We took lots of road trips.  We were pros at traveling with little to no money.  Our favorite vacations were ones in which we would get in the car and simply drive a certain direction.  We took only back roads, stopped whenever we felt like it, and discovered all sorts of fun places.  Since radio reception was spotty out there in the middle of nowhere, we listened to lots of CDs.  One of our favorites was Kenny Rogers.  And the song we really sang with gusto, alternating our parts like pros, was the song he did with Kim Carnes.  As the song went on, the gusto got bigger and bigger.  We were made to sing that song.
 
 
And then we had kids and our music turned more towards Raffi-type songs.  Since COW gets to ride in a car all alone a lot more often than I do, his radio channels are set to more modern, adult stations.  (Really, I have no idea who he is anymore.  Seems he's in a mid-life crisis.  One day, he found himself driving downtown with the windows open, rapping some inappropriate Eminem song.  It finally did dawn on him that a client may happen to see him and rolled the windows back up.)  I am still in the Land of Make-Believe, listening to Kid's Place Live all day. 
 
It's OK.  Our day will come.  Someday.  When the house is empty, (you know, when we're 70) you may see us out on the road, proclaiming our undying love for each other at the top of our voices.
 
 
Phoenix is in high school.  He very well may meet his future wife any day now.
 
You know he's going to let us choose the music for the wedding.
 
Thanks, Jen, for giving me the motivation to put this together.  I had a lot of fun doing it!
 
Jen Kehl
 
Have a lovely day!
 

Sunday, August 11, 2013

10 Things of Thankful, Week 10, Day 2

I'm baaa-aaaack!

And in a much better state of mind.

Thankfulness oozing out of every pore.

Ready to hit the ground running.

As soon as I recover from all that blasted driving.

And read everyone's posts.

And comment and reply.

And generally procrastinate all the things I should be doing.

Then I'll be on the ground and running.

On to the thankful...

1.  I am thankful for those soccer friends I mentioned yesterday.  All weekend long we have been getting texts, emails, calls, and stops in the parking lot from people showing their support and voicing their outrage over Thursday's turn of events.  Even if it doesn't change the situation, we are grateful that so many people care about and respect Phoenix.

2.  I am thankful for the map app on my phone.  Even after 23 years living away from home and having to make that 6 hour drive, I can still miss my turn-off and not realize it until 10 miles later.  When I couldn't get ahold of my dad to give me alternative directions, I quickly typed "Canton" into my phone.  It took a bit longer, but I finally did get there.

3.  I am thankful for new coloring books and crayons.  The little boys were occupied for hours, and I got to drive in peace.

4.  I am thankful for Coke and the 80's station.  Six (which I managed to make into 8) hours in the car is a long time when you didn't get much sleep the night before.  Caffeine keeps me alert, while Prince, Huey Lewis and the News, Michael Jackson, Madonna, and friends keep me company.  Can't get sleepy when you're singing Karma Chameleon at the top of your voice.  (Doesn't matter in the least that I don't know many more words than "red, gold, and green".)



5.  I am thankful for my dad and step-mom being willing to throw our 4th of July party.  It is not easy to feed all those people, but it's even harder to have them tramping all over and messing up your yard and house.  The party is always so much fun, and I appreciate their willingness to put in so much work to make it happen.  (Especially when it's a month later than it's supposed to be.)

Muuuuuch better than that sad, sad photo of my dad's selfie on the actual 4th.  Dad's the happy guy in the blue shirt smack, dab in the middle.  His mom/my grandma is the short lady next to him.

6.  I am thankful for the longevity of my extended family.  My grandma is 88 years old, and all but one of her siblings is still alive.  She, two of her sisters and a brother are in the photo above.  They are all healthy, living in their own houses, fun and fully a part of the festivities.  I am so grateful to still have them around.  I'm grateful that my kids get to know them.  One of these great-aunts is my Scrabble buddy.  Every chance I get, I head to her house, she makes me breakfast or lunch, and the two of us play some good games of Scrabble.

7.  I am thankful for my brothers and their sense of humor.  I get along with my brothers very, very well.  They are both hilarious people and always enjoy a good prank.  At one point, I saw one brother filling up a water gun with water out of the cooler (freezing cold, melted ice).  It only took one look and we had a plan.  I grabbed my phone, told Phoenix and my cousin who is 10 days younger than Phoenix (They are great friends.) to get together so I could take their photo.  As they stood there smiling for me, my brothers came from the sides.

One with a distracting water balloon...



and the other with the ice cold water.


Operation Initiation into High School has begun.

8.  I am thankful for my mother-in-law's graciousness.  With everyone coming into town, my grandma's and my dad's houses were filled to the brim.  That meant we needed to stay with COW's mom.  I was way rude and didn't call her until 10:00 on Thursday night to let her know we'd be there by 5:30 on Friday.  Not only was she happy to have us, dinner was on the table when we arrived (after missing the turn, etc, etc,) late, at 6:45.

9.  I am thankful that all of my family is back home together again.  While I was in Ohio, COW had Buttercup, Star, and Giant in Kentucky for a soccer tournament.  It was a lovely reunion, with everyone sharing stories, sometimes talking all over each other. 

10.  I am thankful for the great fun all my kids had this weekend.  I knew the ones going to Ohio would have a blast, but I was a bit worried about the soccer players.  They all have drastically different teams than they had last year.  During all the stories I heard, there were a few downers, but I also heard all about fun and inclusion and friends.  All in all, it was a good start to the season.

I feel much better now.  Glad I could get this in before the link closed.  I hate leaving the weekend on a not-so-happy, could-there-be-any-more-sarcasm? post.

Have a lovely day! (or night.  You know who you are...)

Oooh, will I win the prize for last poster this week?



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Saturday, August 10, 2013

10 Things of Thankful

You know how last week I said I had trouble coming up with more than 3 things for which to be thankful for soccer?  This week, it's worse.  Can't go into details, but it's been draining my emotions even more than it's been draining my gas can.  To give you an idea, I actually offered the kids $500 each to quit soccer and run cross-country instead.  I wasn't even kidding.  No one took me up on it.

As I write this, it is 10:00pm on Thursday.  It has been a long, exhausting day for a whole bunch of reasons.  All plans went out the window as call after call came in with more news I didn't want to hear.  It's been a night.  I am in no mood to think, let alone to think of thankful things.  But, as we are all learning, it is when we don't feel like it that we need to write them down.  So, here goes.

(By the way, I wrote it Thursday, because I'm heading to Ohio Friday morning for the "We Made Dad Cry When None of Us Went Home for 4th of July, so We're All Going Home on August 10 to Make Dad Happy" party.  I won't be jumping around commenting.  Again.  I'm an awful, not dependable* co-host.  After this, I have no plans for travel in a long time.  (Like you were all that disappointed that I wouldn't be commenting.  (Humble is my middle name.))

On an unrelated but important note, Happy Birthday Hexagonal Patchwork! 

This week, I'm doing it, even if I have to stretch to the farthest reaches of my imagination.

10 Things of Thankful, Soccer Edition

1.  Soccer is a wonderful aerobic exercise.  Unless your child has irregular heartbeats and sports-induced asthma.  Then it's scary as all get out.

2.  Soccer is a sport in which using your brain is just as (if not more) important as using your brawn.  Which is very helpful, as my kids are all ridiculously scrawny.

3.  It is a great game for spectators, since the action is fast, and the game has a time limit of 90 minutes.  Only 60 minute games until they get to high school.  Of course, soccer has some of the worst parent spectators in all the land, making it pretty darn miserable sometimes for those of us who are rational human beings.  It's a great game for spectators who just want to be spectators and not coaches.

4.  All of my kids absolutely love playing it.  They find it to be spectacular fun.  Except for those times they break their thumbs, get stepped on the face when diving for a ball, getting a concussion after being tripped from behind and falling to the ground, or doing a header and having their glasses go flying.

5.  All of my kids absolutely love playing it.  If only one of them chose a different sport, my brain would explode from trying to keep track of it all.

6.  It can be played anywhere, anytime.  All you need is a soccer ball and some grass.  Until you are 40 and out of shape.  Then you need to find another sport.  Like badminton.

7.  Playing on a team teaches them many life lessons.  I can't even say what I want to say about this one.  It's not exactly kind.  Or PG.

8.  I get to sit in a nifty foldable chair.  That I carried half a mile to the field, along with, depending on the weather and number of games, an umbrella, blanket for each little boy, bag of stuff for little kids to do, food for everyone, and sometimes the bench for the team to sit on. (This one may border on the sarcastic instead of thankful.  Sorry.  I got a bit desperate.)

9.  We have gotten to meet lots of wonderful families who care an awful lot about my kids.  They far outnumber the not-so-wonderful families I've endured.

10.  Soccer gives my kids something to bond over.  There is a lot of soccer talk around here.  And since COW and I have never played, and really don't have much of an idea about it, the kids really have these conversations on their own.  On the rare occasion I open my mouth and say something about the way one of my kids played, the others hop all over me in defense of their sibling. 

Done and done.

I feel a touch better.

This will be the last time I bore you all with soccer.

Because I'm upping the ante to $600.  Surely they'll cave then.

Now, what are you thankful for?  If you say soccer, I don't know what I'll do.  OK, nothing.  I won't do anything, seeing as I'm in Ohio, and I can't even make fun of you in the comments.

Have a lovely weekend!




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Thursday, August 8, 2013

My Fickle Moods...and Your New Favorite Song

I'm sure it's hard for you to believe, but raising six kids isn't always fun and games.  At times, it can get to be just too much.  

Since the minute I got home from Hilton Head, I have been run into the ground.  No need to go into the gory details, but soccer practices, school meetings, fun activities for COW and kids, doctor and dentist appointments, getting ready for school, canning garden veggies, and a plethora of other activities has meant I haven't stopped moving until I collapse onto the couch at 10:00 each night, with a body soooo tired, but a brain that won't stop swirling, keeping me from sleep.  This leaves very little time to spend with my husband (He has the extremely irritating ability to clear his mind and sleep anytime, anywhere) and keeps me cranky about the state of things.

Tuesday morning, as I went from room to room trying to get ready for a day at the fair with COW and kids, all I saw was the stuff that hadn't gotten done around the house while we were so busy.  Clutter and filth had taken over.  Clutter I could deal with, but the fact that, while I was running my butt off trying to get stuff done and take kids here, there and everywhere, the kids slacked off.  Their rooms were trashed.  Their crap was all over the house.  The laundry wasn't getting done.  And Tuesday morning, as I was working to get ready to go, I saw those same children sitting on their rear ends reading books. 

Mama was pushed too far.

I went out to the front porch for a good cry and a bit of "Help me, Lord!" prayer time.

When I returned, I gathered the children and set them straight.

While I appreciated the morning Giant helped me, and I very much am pleased with the way Buttercup stepped up and helped with the boys while I drove other kids around, I very, very much was ticked off about everyone failing to do the chores they know they are supposed to do.  At this point, they aren't forgetting or unclear on what the expectations are.  They are choosing to be lazy.  That just doesn't sit well with a mom who is about to fall over from exhaustion. 

Normally, I'm very good at getting them organized and doling out chores.  However, there were so many things going on, many of them in the morning, that I could never get ahead of it.  I made it clear that when Mama is looking a bit overwhelmed (You know, the crazy darting of the eyes, the sighing, the unusual snapping of children's heads off) it is the time to get their act together, not sit on the couch and read (Yes, I realize I'm upset at my children for reading.) before I blow.

I very much did not want to go to the state fair that day.  I really wanted to spend our one open day to stay home and get the house under control.  However, COW had already cleared his schedule in order to join us there at 11:30, so go we must.

Even after the 45 minute drive there, I wasn't in the best of moods.  Thoughts of our dirty house and kids who were far from helpful lately filled my mind.  Even after getting in the gate and meeting up with COW, I couldn't shake it and was unable to even make a decision what to do first.

One of the kids mentioned the Little Hands Farm, so we headed that direction.  The line to get in was long, but inside is the barn where we take our annual photo.  The photo we have taken every year to document the growth of our kids.  I didn't drag my butt out there to not get a photo.   For the first time ever, the kids saw me break a rule, and even better, force them to do it, too.  We parked the stroller right next to that long line, and marched right on through the exit. 

I was going to get my photo, and I wasn't going to wait an hour to do so.  We headed straight to the barn, and the kids lined themselves up in our usual spot.


Guess who planted trees since the last state fair?

Funny how something so small can completely change your mood.

As I looked through the frame to take this photo, seeing how they had lined themselves up behind the tree, I couldn't help but laugh, and as I laughed, the irritation floated away. 

When we first started taking these photos, we only had four kids, and the youngest of the four was a baby.  Now, Phoenix is taller than the damn barn.  Hello, Wake Up Call.  I was being ridiculouis, holding onto my anger and frustration.  While I will get upset with the kids from time to time, I need to deal with the situation and move on a whole lot quicker.  Can't be wasting prime fun time stewing over a bad morning. 

Gotta keep my mind on the prize.   Keep focusing on what's important. 

No, it isn't a giant doughnut burger.

He ate all but one bite.

But the giant doughnut burger adds to the memory of the day.

It has hit me recently (right around our 19th anniversary) that in my life, I have spent more time married to my husband than I spent living with my parents.  And I have a lot of life left to live.  The number of years these kids will be with me on a daily basis, relative to their lifetime, is very, very limited.  As a squirrel gathers acorns in preparation for winter, I need to gather memories with my kids to prepare for those years they are no longer in my care. 

Moments like this:

 

We had a stroller, but everyone preferred this mode of transportation.
I most certainly don't want to look back at these years and only remember cranky days of forced labor.

Tuesday turned out to be a lovely day.  And I didn't curse the state of the house when I arrived home at 9:30 that night, after the fair/soccer practices/new parent meeting at high school.

I love a good attitude adjustment.

Of course, that attitude went a bit downhill the next morning.  School started, which means when the alarm went off at it's usual 6:00, I actually had to roll out of bed and get the kids up.  I hate getting out of bed at 6:00 to get the kids up.

Doesn't help that I had to get this little guy up for his first day of kindergarten. 



While I am so sad for myself, being smacked in the face with the idea of him growing up, I am so happy for him.   He has wanted to go to school with the big kids for most of his life.

My mood was back up again when I got home, and it was just Phoenix (who starts high school next week) and Cuckoo.  That is a combination I've never had at home with me before.   It melted my heart to watch the two of them play and hang out together all morning.

And then my mood went back down a bit, as we hunted for school pants for the boy.   I thought buying jeans for myself was awful.  Buying pants for a child who is 5'11" and 123 pounds is downright maddening.  Five stores we went to, and ended up having to settle with shorts and pants that almost fit.

That's life, I guess.  We wouldn't appreciate the wonderfulness in our lives without those everyday frustrations to put it in perspective.  

Today, finally, I get to stay home for a few hours straight and begin the process of getting this house back in order.   While I do so, I will be cranking up some music, 'cause music always makes me feel better.   

Now turn up the volume and dance with me to one of my favorite songs.  It just happens to fit with the theme we've got going here today.


Have a lovely day!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

You Can Call Yourself a Blogger if...

(A little look into the brain of a woman who uses mowing the lawn to find some peace and quiet.  Three hours on the lawn mower, and this is what my brain comes up with.*)

Lots of people blog.  LOTS.  Some, however can't be called Bloggers.  They just aren't dedicated enough.  They don't have that certain something that separates the Bloggers from the bloggers.  If you want to know where you stand, take this little test.  If you have done at least 10 of them, you, Dear, are a Blogger.  With a capital B for Blimey!  You might want to find yourself a self-help group.

You Can Call Yourself a Blogger if...

you know what CAPTCHA is, and you have strong feelings about it.

your kids make a huge mess, and you immediately reach for your camera.

someone has ever said to you, "I better not see that on the blog."

your husband gets on the computer and your three year old says, "Are you blogging?"

you categorize your friends as IRL or blog friend.

when you receive an award, your second (or first?) thought is, "Ugh.  What are the rules?"

you are not above writing about a trip to the bathroom.

you use words like "blogosphere".

you can host a party without cleaning your house or making any food.

you get a little thrill when someone comments on your post.

you get irrationally excited when one of the popular girls comments on your post.

you curse the internet when it's down, not because you can't pay your bills, but because you can't get on your blog.

you've ever thought, "This is so dumb.  Why am I wasting my time, working so hard, writing all of this when no one reads it and so many people are better and I'm not getting paid!?!"

you have said aloud, "I have to get this done before the link closes!" and your spouse looks at you like you have lost your everlovin mind.

And the thought that started this whole thing...

if you mow the grass along the driveway, knowing a mama turkey and her babies live in the trees along the drive, and are actually disappointed that Mama Turkey didn't attack you, because a turkey attack would be an awesome post!

*This post was REALLY funny when I was on the mower.  On my couch, not so much.  Published it anyway.

 Have a lovely day!



Monday, August 5, 2013

Monday Listicles - Impractical Things

Stasha's Monday Listicles topic this week is 10 Impractical Things.

Time is short today, so I'm giving you a quick list of 10 Impractical Things to Own when you are raising 5 boys.

1.  Glass Windows. 
2.  Shoot, glass of any kind, porcelain, or anything that could remotely be labeled as fragile.  (I want to know if you read that word as fra-gee-lay.)
3.  Forks.  They'd much rather just dig in like pigs.
4.  Furniture.  Much better to have an empty room for wrestling.
5.  Pants with buttons.  Asking them to put on anything besides basketball shorts is like asking them to clean all the toilets in a 5 mile radius.
6.  A nose.  If you don't see why this is impractical, you've never smelled the socks or shoes or feet or farts of a boy over the age of 3.
7.  While I don't agree, boys seem to think a toothbrush is impractical.
8.  A small yard.  A mother of 5 boys will yell "Get outside!" more than any other sentence in her repertoire.
9.  Dolls.  After the age of 2, this goes out of style with the male set.  (However, dress-up clothes, including dresses, do not.)
10.  A high-deductible health insurance plan.  You will visit the ER.  A lot.

Have a lovely day!




Friday, August 2, 2013

10 Things of Thankful, Week 9

I'm sad to say soccer started up again this week.  To help with my attitude, I started to do a thankful list all about why I'm thankful for soccer.  I could only come up with three, so consider that idea officially nixed.  Really, it all boils down to my kids love soccer more than any other activity, so soccer they will play.

I'm glad to be home this weekend.  I'll be able to do this blog hop the way it should be done!

On to the list...

1.  I am thankful for car pools.  Phoenix has begun high school soccer practices at the high school, which is 30 minutes away if I don't hit too much traffic,  so I called a friend to see if she wanted to carpool.  Fortunately for me, she had already made plans to be at the high school to meet her oldest daughter and exchange grandkids most days, so I only had to drive out there twice all week.

2.  I am thankful for Giant.  While all my kids are very good at helping out around the house if I ask them point-blank, Giant is the only one who is really good about jumping in without being asked.  I have been doing a lot of driving kids around this week, plus quite a bit of canning.  That boy emptied the dishwasher without being asked at least three times.  He peeled potatoes.  He did the hot water/cold water thing to the tomatoes to get them done faster.  Every time  I turned around, there he was, helping out.  He made the week so much easier.

3.  I am thankful for hand-me-downs.  We went through the box of uniforms in preparation for school starting.  Between the clothes worn by older siblings and clothes given to us by other families, I will have to purchase a grand total of 0 shirts, 0 shorts, and 6 pairs of pants.  (Boys and pants do not do well together.  I rarely get to hand those down until they are older and don't go to recess.  I swear, they play harder and more recklessly in pants than shorts.  Their pants come home all torn to shreds, yet when they wear shorts, their knees are just fine.) 

4.  I am thankful for friends who like tomatoes.  I don't know why, but COW planted cherry tomato plants again.  He is the only person in the house who eats cherry tomatoes, so we are buried in them.  I hate to waste food, so the other day, I packed  a bunch up in baggies and took them to soccer practice.  They were gone in seconds. 

5.  I am thankful for Facebook.  Ugh.  Can't believe I'm saying it.  My dad is probably yelling at the screen right now, "I told you you'd like it!"   I have enjoyed the messaging thing so I can talk to people a bit more personally, and it is great for keeping in touch with my friends who've been transferred overseas.  Plus, I'm having fun reading other people's posts.  There are some funny people out there!

6.  I am thankful for our new kitchen.  (If you're fairly new here, I might have mentioned the kitchen once or twice back in November and December and the big reveal in January)  This new kitchen has made canning sooooo much easier.  The process doesn't take up the entire kitchen, so the kids can be in there with me.  Even making lunch while I work.  Sure, it still took me four hours to get all the potatoes done, but it was a much more pleasant experience.

7.  I am thankful for the end of construction.  The county decided to put a roundabout in at the intersection where the soccer fields are.  For months, we haven't been able to get around from one side to the other without driving many minutes out of the way.  That was bad enough.  But add in the fact that my car pool from #1 also lives on the other side of that construction, and that construction becomes a downright hindrance. 

Yesterday, as I was dropping one kid off at practice, I noticed they took down one of the signs blocking the road.  When I went to pick him up, I saw they were about to take them all down.  Instead of doing the usual drive around to go get Phoenix, I sat and waited.   I called home to tell Buttercup that I was going to be the very first person to use the roundabout.  As she was saying, "Are you actually sitting there waiting?" some jerk came around me and the work trucks to be the first person on the roundabout.  I had to be happy with runner up. 

Happy I am.  Construction is done and my drive time can be cut in 1/300th.

8.  I am thankful for Legos.  For some reason, Buttercup brought the Legos up from the basement earlier this week.  It's odd, seeing as how she has never, ever played with Legos.  None of my kids have ever been big Lego fans.  (Doesn't mean they haven't been given many over the years.)  For three days straight, Star, Buttercup, Turken, and Cuckoo have been building things with them.  Elaborate things.  The houses are incredible pieces of work.  Bathrooms with toilets.  Bedrooms with beds and bedside lamps.  Buttercup even went so far as to put vents in the floors of every room.  My photos won't do them justice, and taking them at night doesn't help, but I don't want to catch heck for not putting photographic evidence.

bedroom

She's been to the public pool.  This one's private.

Living room
These kinds of details take time, with a capital T-I-M-E, which meant I had some very peaceful days.

9.  I am thankful for friends with gardens.  There is a family at school with 7 kids.  The mom is a superhero as far as I'm concerned.  (Want an example?  Her father passed away last year, and her mom doesn't like being at home by herself at night.  Each and every night, this mom takes one of her kids over to spend the night with Grandma.  The child sets an alarm, gets up and eats, gets dressed, and is ready for his mom to pick him up for school at 7:00.  They have been doing this for a year!!!) 
Anyway, this friend called me and said, "I know your green beans didn't do so well this year.  Would you like some?"  (Besides learning how to be a better person, she has also taught me many, many things about being a gardener.)  Turns out, her beans did beyond well.  She has already canned 100 quarts of green beans, and has 5 1-gallon buckets full of them sitting in her fridge.  Three rows are just now getting ready to harvest.  Guess what I'll be doing Monday?

10.  I am thankful for fun kids' music.  While I do appreciate (very much so) the music Lizzi put together for me, I can't take it with me everywhere I go.  Thankfully, kids' music isn't all Barney and Disney.  This is one song I crank up and sing/scream every time it comes on.  Educational and catchy. 


Now, it is your turn.  Tell us what you are thankful for this week.

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Have a lovely day!



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