Kids Say the Darndest Things.

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, five, and Ryan, three. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.

Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.

"If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, "Let my brother have the first pancake. I can wait."

Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, "Ryan, you be Jesus."

March Madness

So you guys know how unintelligent I am about all things sports related...well, once again I joined in the March Madness frenzy and filled out a bracket (with some help from a friend). I even enjoyed the games that I got to watch...I could really get into this stuff. :) I managed to stay in first place for a while, but then got bumped to 3rd. I thought for sure I was out of the running when Duke lost, but wouldn't you know it--I moved back to 1st place.

Low and behold I won this bad boy! I came in first place...everyone's teams are out of the running so no one has any points possible remaining. I couldn't believe it! I never win anything--especially anything sports related!! Woo hoo! I'm on cloud 9 today. ha ha

Don't you just love March Madness? Until next year when it all starts over again. :)

Seasons change, but not really...

Just when you thought you could predict Oklahoma weather... :) Spring finally hit, and wouldn't you know it, I woke up to my yard covered in snow!! That's right--all the white stuff is covering my grass. I wish I would have brought my camera to work today because the grounds here are absolutely beautiful.

So anyway...Happy Snow!! :)

Pictures from the concert

The Concert

It's been almost 9 months since the last time we saw them...last night Mike and I got to see Switchfoot again in concert. What an awesome show! We got there at 5:30, but the doors didn't open until 7:00. We chatted with a humerous couple who were standing behind us in line to pass the time. It was freezing outside. Mike and I found an open door to the arena earlier on and ended up getting kicked back outside. :( We should have hidden in the bathrooms until the doors opened. ha ha

In any case, the doors opened at 7:00 and we got pretty good seats (it was open seating). We made ourselves comfortable-for as comfortable as stadium seating can be-and waited for the opening band to start at 8:00. I was a little surprised that the opening band was given 45 minutes to perform, but they were okay, so it wasn't too bad waiting through them. :) At 8:45, they start the stage set change to get ready for Switchfoot. I'm thinking they will be able to pull this change off in like 15-20 minutes b/c there were so many guys on stage moving stuff. WRONG. Another 45 minutes passed. By 9:30 I was starting to feel old as my eye lids were slowly fading shut and my body was screaming "I'm tired." Just as I was fading away, the lights went out and the crowd went wild!!!

Their show was amazing!! I loved and enjoyed it just as much the second time as I did the first time in St Louis. The only difference was that this time we weren't sitting out on the river underneath the Arch, which I'll admit was completely awesome.

We stayed for the whole show-wouldn't have it any other way. As we were walking out and the fans were screaming "Encore" for the millionth time, the crowd goes wild again. :) Yea! They were coming back onstage for an encore presentation--what more fitting a song than their signature song, "Meant to Live." What a great way to end a show! It was awesome! I'm really glad that we got the opportunity to see them for a second time.

I'll post a couple of pictures as soon as I can get them off my camera. :)

FYI

It is not possible to eat a Baby Ruth and not make a mess...Chunks. Of. Chocolate. And. Peanuts. Everywhere. UGH.

Birthday Beast

So Mike's birthday was Saturday...for his birthday I purchased him a waist high Craftsman tool kit from Sears the week before his big day. Since the big box wouldn't fit into my little two-door Cavalier, I decided to wait until his big day to borrow my dad's truck and make the hike back to Tulsa to get it. Lucky for me his brother was planning to take him to the car show so I would have a couple of hours to make the run to Sears and back without him knowing.

As you all know, Oklahoma has been in a drought for like a million years, so the likliness of it actually raining on the big travel day to Tulsa was slim to none. Unless, of course, you factor in that it was something I was planning, and then you would increase the chance of rain to 100%. As the rain poured down Saturday morning, Dad called to tell me he didn't think it was a good idea for me to take his little truck in the rain and that having a tarp over the box probably wouldn't do much good for the box. So what did he offer? The next best thing, of course: The 15 passenger church van. Awesome. Please be warned that it has been many moons since I've driven a van, and even then it was only a mini van from my house to Mike's parents--quite a difference from the long haul to South Tulsa. But I love Mike and I really wanted him to have his gift ON his birthday so I decided to suck it up and deal with the fact that I was about to become the coolest cat alive, driving this beast in the mad-driven rain.

So I get in...Lights work-CHECK. Signals work-CHECK. Wind-shield wipers work-CHECK. Heater works-CHECK. I'm off. Despite the fact that the hoss makes a very loud chugging noise whenever you give it gas, we did okay. I tried to stay in the far lane so as to never have to pull over in front of cars...the last thing I needed was to whack the front end out of some poor guys car because I wasn't tall enough to see out the back window. I prayed silently and then verbally that the Lord would give me an easy ride and that anything that did not want to be struck by my monstrosity stay out of my way. :) Pretty sure the beast intimidated everyone that drove by me, even though I'm almost certain I saw a couple of kids pointing and laughing as they sped by. Maybe they were the haunting fears in the back of my mind that reminded me of a time when my dad used to pick me up from junior high in the much desired church van. Now THAT's another post all together. After driving this hog to Tulsa, I feel like I've endured enough trama for one day.

I made it to Tulsa. And back. In one piece. No one got hit. Mike loved his gift (thank God), and seemed to appreciate the fact that his loving wife would make such a sacrifice to get him the perfect gift. Next time I need to make such a run in such an overpowering beast, I'll be sure to invite a few friends to sit in the back, so at least I don't look like such an idiot all alone. :)

Happy Birthday Baby!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

From me and Simon

Happy St Paddys Day!! :)

Don't give up!

Working out--such a wonderful feeling...well, once I can get myself motivated to actually go to the gym then it feels good, but I have a hard time getting myself there. Maybe because this is a good representation of what I go through every time I get on the blasted treadmill...

LOL!

I could do nothing but laugh out loud when I saw this picture. I'm still laughing out loud...

Would you like to buy...

Okay, so I admit...I'm a sucker for kids that are selling crap. I think part of the reason is because every time a child comes to me and asks me to buy something, whether it be wrapping paper, candy, lottery tickets, cookies, junk, pencils-whatever, it always takes me back to a time, in my slightly more nerdy days, when I too had to sell junk for fundraisers. Bless their hearts.

And it seems to me that every organization and every school and every department gangs up on poor suckers like me and sells their stuff at exactly the same time. So by the time every kid in my neighborhood and every child at church has hit me up to buy something I am completely and utterly broke.

I'll never forget one time when a child came to my door and the parent stayed out by the road--I opened the door (that was my first mistake) and the kid asked me to buy something. It's almost like the kids bring the parents for intimidation. I took one look at this kid's dad and thought to myself, "If I don't buy something this man is going to come beat me up." Needless to say I bought something.

There is just something so undeniably heartbreaking about telling a child no and bursting their dreams of raising enough money to go to space camp for the summer. Last night a little girl came up to me after church and asked me to buy a candy bar for a dollar. I sadly told her that I had spent my last dollar bill on a candy bar that I had purchased from her sister that morning. Then with big brown eyes she looks up at me and says so sweetly, "I can take a check." OMG. Really?! They sure don't give up, do they?! What could I say to that? Yes, I'm a sucker...I went over to my purse and proceeded to write the kid a check for a dollar. Sheesh.

So do me a favor: Keep your kids away from my house and away from me. Next time, I'm just not going to open the door.

Noooooo!!!

I think I might shoot myself--at least in the leg...then I wouldn't have to follow suit on yet another ghastly fashion trend. Someone please wake me when this nightmare is over...

Hate to break it to ya girls, leggings are making a comeback...a very VERY unwanted comeback...

All hail the black and white tuxedos

In honor of "March of the Penguins" winning an Oscar, and despite the fact that you could barely understand their acceptance speech, I propose a toast to the little black and white fluffs. AYE!

What a beautiful day!

Not only is it like 85 degrees outside, I got 3 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies today. Pretty sure I have to treat myself like a child when I get these b/c I am usually out of control and end up eating an entire box in one sitting...it's very easy to do with the Samoas...But, in my defense there's only like 15 cookies in the Somoa box, so technically on a scale next to the Thin Mints, I haven't eaten all that many.

To be honest, Girl Scout cookies are a lot like drugs...they are so addicting and they leave you feeling cold, abused, and neglected when you can't have them...your mouth starts to get dry and your hands get shaky. Some have even been known to stagger when walking or cause you to shout out blasphemes at friends who won't let you have "just one more." And don't get me started on the cold sweats and feverish like symptoms. That's just a whole different level of addiction.

In fact, I'm feeling just a little bit guilty that I've closed my door and just polished off an entire box of Somoas. I think I'm going to be sick....but I still find myself wanting another.