My fellas (the big one, too)and I received so many wonderful things this Christmas.
With Jared being sick, we have not been able to travel the I-70 path as planned, but we have been blessed with two days at home. Sleeping in, watching the boys completely destroy every clean nook and cranny in the house and playing a few games of go fish. Jacob does not quite get the concept as he proudly announces each and every card he happens to draw from the pile. Hey, it's a break from Candyland at any rate.
As I was picking up toys (almost as frequently as I find myself doing laundry), I wondered how two little boys need so much stuff. And, we have one more present stop.
My husband was a very naughty boy this year and bought me something he should not have. Watch for more photos this year as I perfect my technique with my new digital toy.
My mom, clever as always, manages to shop better for me than I do. (sigh) And, I really loved the photo plaque my sister Bobbie made me and my new scarf from my sister Rikki.
Jacob "loves" everything and has spent two days really checking out his gifts. We got him a kid-proof digital camera, and Gene has had to download the pics twice (it holds around 70) This morning he says to me, "I am going to take a picture of this mess!"
Thanks, Jake. Mom and Dad found him a Diego doll, which he has talked too all day long.
"Santa" brought the boys a little people pirate ship and more mega blocks. Aunt Jenny, Jason and Avery also added to mega block stockpile. Jacob loves to build stuff with Gene and I though. He prefers not to play with little destructo (aka Jared).
Well, I fear I am rambling, so I will close for now.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The whole family
We had a wonderful time with family and friends at Angela and Jared's house Christmas Eve.
Christmas
Has come and gone. Yet I am still working on those 80 Christmas cards. I have decided to set a new and crazy goal for myself because I'm all about that. I love writing actual letters to people. With a pen and everything. I have decided after holding my old battered up address book that I will transfer my many addresses to a new book. How exciting! I have decided to transfer these addresses one at a time. Once I've written the addressee a true letter or note of some sort, the transfer will take place.
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
In the meantime, I hope more of my friends and family will sign up for google accounts, for the simple selfish reason that I want you to read and post to my blog every now and again.
Merry Christmas. Your card is in almost* in the mail!
Ahh, the Sh@! saga continues
We are having a relatively "normal" dinner when this true account occurs.
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Jacob: "Oh, sh@$"
Gene and I are mildly surprised but through a nod agree to do nothing and let it pass. Two more seconds tick by.
Jacob: "Mom, Dad! Did you hear me? I said sh@!"
Shoulders are shaking and we are desperately trying to let this pass. Not sure what to do at this point. Without being able to talk, we again try to move forward with dinner.
Jacob: "Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@! … Sh@!"
There has to be a moral of this story. One might ask where we went wrong. I'd love to blame preschool, I really would, but this word belongs to me and Gene both.
I say it on a very regular basis and immediately catch myself, to which I have sometimes in fact responded with the very thing that led me to cringe in the first place.
Gene and the blazing cupcakes, another tragic slip.
However, the question is in this very situation at the dinner table, what should we have done?
Parents?
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I love writing!
Falling off the wagon
Ouch! It hurts.
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
I scowl at the scale as I walk past it. All around me are tales of success stories of people who are able to 1) set a goal and 2) to actually accomplish said goal.
Today, I drank six, yeah, count 'em, SIX cans of Coke-a-Cola! I ate potato chips with French Onion dip. I did have pretzels at work today with all those COKES.
Then there is the Financial Peace wagon. Yeah, fell off that one, too, but that's an entirely different blog.
I can already hear the voices of my friends, "don't beat yourself up. You try to do too much. You have to breathe. You are doing fine. We all make mistakes. REGINA, breathe, what do you need to do?"
Me: "I don't know!"
them: "Regina, what do you need to do."
Me: whiny noises.
them: "Regina?"
Me: "Connect with God and step up to the plate yet again." Whoosh, the words come out, but I don't mean them yet. I have this habit of saying and thinking I'll do the right thing knowing full well I'm already more than halfway to the wrong thing.
I have awesome friends and I love them dearly, and I do value their advice. I wish they didn't have to keep giving it to me over and over again.
I'm either all the way on the ball or so far off it ain't even funny. Do you know that when I went to school in Texas, we used to get spanked in front of the classroom for saying ain't. I once got spanked for laughing when my friend Dallas was getting the spanking. Then we had to write our names on the paddle.
Anyway, I digress. How do you all do it? Keep it together, I mean? Our church has this saying that goes something like this. "It's not about me. It's all about God and how he wants me to live. I will pray, read my Bible, witness and give because it's not about me. It's all about Him."
I am whiny, selfish and greedy, and these are only the things I am comfortable admiting.
AND, I am extremly compulsive when I am stressed out, and I am ALWAYS stressed out. I'm so glad my friends love me. I'm so very lucky that my friends love me.
HEY FRIENDS: IF YOU LOVE ME, POST ON MY BLOG!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
You get what you get …
and you don't throw a fit.
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
Apparently, this little mantra is one that my son hears a lot at preschool. He says it quite often at home, partly because he has realized it gives me a laugh.
I am beginning to think a lot of grownups, myself included, could benefit from this advice. Life happens to all of us, and some of us take it in much better stride.
Oftentimes, the things we whine and complain the most about are not even things out of our own control. We make choices each and every day that come with these little things called consequences.
Take for example the student who fails to plan properly and then is going hyper crazy at the end of the semester. Every student has a way of claiming that every professor thinks his or her class is the only one a student takes. Give me a break. Most professors make the class requirements clear at the beginning of the semester.
If you have a week when everything is due, here's an idea. Start on something EARLIER.
It's true. I have reached the point in the semester where I no longer find myself sympathetic to the endless barage of pitiful excuses I recieve from the masses.
When it comes time to enter those final grades, dear students, just remember, "you get what you get and you don't throw a fit!"
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