tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345917562024-03-13T08:43:44.318-04:00Mom....Mamma....Mother......MeLong gone are my all about me days. Now my life is all about my family and that brings me great joy (so maybe it is there is still a bit of "me" attitude hanging around). With 4 young kids my days are full and I want to make sure that at the end of the day I can look back with a smile and count the blessings of each adventurous moment.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-89797489139295862852006-11-26T19:42:00.000-05:002006-11-26T20:19:29.730-05:00So many things ...<span style="font-size:130%;">have happened since my last post on the 10th (I can't believe it has been that long!). I have so much to post but there is just not enough time nor would it be the best use of my time to post it in detail so here is a glimpse of the last two weeks....<br /><br />1. We received a call that my grandmother was in the hospital and was not doing well. Since the hubby was on leave we loaded up the van and drove 26 hours to Nebraska to see grandma for what may be the last time. Super Mommy was impressed with her Hubby's ability to daddy-task while driving and deemed him qualified for Super Daddy status. We pulled the kids out of school for an entire week...ahhh that is a whole different story.<br /><br />2. On our last night in Nebraska Moe ended up in the ER. He had to get a breathing treatment, poor lil' guy.<br /><br />3. The next day we went to Iowa to see my FIL one more day before heading back to the coast. While we were there our oldest boy was involved in a 4 wheeler accident and ...yep had to get 7 stitches in his lip. 2 states, 2 ER's, 2 boys.<br /><br />4. Before we left for the ER "K" was trying to talk his way out of it saying that we could just slap a bandage on it and call it good. My FIL said that sometimes we just need to do things to make moms happy and going to see the DR was going to make his mom (me) happy. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">"K" replied "But I thought that if I was happy she was happy, and I AM NOT HAPPY!"<br /></span></strong><br />5. Then at the the E.R. he asked the DR if he really needed stitches and the DR said yes that he really did need them. He tried to explain what the scar would be like and how the healing would go if he didn't get stitches and "K" my sweet spiritual son said with tears in his eyes </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">"That doesn't' matter the only thing that matters is that I live righteously"<br /></span></strong><br />6. While in Kentucky the lady working at McD's referred to Moe as Lil' Bit and now my lovable hubby can't resist calling him Lil' Bit. Now the poor kid gets called Moe and Lil' Bit, neither of which are his real name.<br /><br />7. My oldest started Homeschooling when we returned home from our Nebraska trip and WOW is it off to a great start! He even said that his math made more sense doing it the way I was showing him. I was thrilled as I expected a lot of resistance to my methods. We started out slow last week and will be doing a bit more each day this week. I may need a new printer for our computer by the end of the school year, I think I may wear this one out....LOL<br /><br />8. We had to talk in Church today, just for that fact alone you know that something bad had to happen....yep it was a puke fest at our house last night and this morning. But we were still there "K" sat in the foyer and waited for us to be done with our talks so that the sick ones could go home. That left only me and "Biene" (pronounced Beena). The other 4 including "no time to get sick Dad" all headed home.<br /><br />9. Not only did I have to talk in Sacrament meeting today but when we got to Church I realized that I was the only Primary leader there. Not just the only one in the Presidency but the only adult period! Not even one teacher was there. UGGGHHHH! Good thing I was prepared with a great sharing time and singing time. I thankfully found two wonderful ladies to teach (we only have 12 kids and 2 of mine were at home sick). We managed, but wow, there were a few stressful moments.<br /><br />10. Now I am home and looking ahead to the next week, the puppies are going in to be "fixed" and my MIL is moving in. At least Homeschooling is going well thus far and I have the lessons for the week all printed out and ready to go. Should be yet one more typically busy week.</span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-4110689346827128152006-11-10T19:44:00.000-05:002006-11-10T20:09:14.631-05:00What a dayWhy didn't I decide to do this homeschooling thing earlier? I waited and now my son had to sit outside his school buliding for THREE long hours today as law enforcement searched all the lockers, backpacks,etc... while looking for a bomb. They had found a suspicious letter in the hallway and felt it compelling enough to call in the officials. D (hubby) and I drove by and saw the 815 kids (4-6th grade) from his school all outside the building while on our way to run errands. <br />I said "huh must be a fire drill." <br />Thirty minutes later on our way back home the kids were still outside. My thoughts...."must not be a drill" <br />Then 15 sec. later a silver unmarked car with blue lights comes flying down the road towards the school. I became nervous and D could tell, so we searched for the closest local radio station (not that there really is one local) and nobody was talking so we decided that since the kids were playing duck-duck goose and other games to keep them occupied outside they must be okay. Once home I turned on the news and nothing, so I went about my chores all the while wondering if my little man was okay.<br /><br />When he got off the bus I was very relieved (to put it mildly) and calmly asked him about his day. He became very animated describing every little detail. I am glad he isn't worried about having to go back on Monday (the 22nd is his last day) but I am still sad that as a 4th grader he had to experience this.<br /><br /><br />D is finally home! Having him here full time with us is such a wonderful feeling! Knowing that Sunday night he won't be packing his bag and driving back to that big city too far from home gives me great joy.<br /><br />It's a busy weekend for us and we hope that the weather allows us to get some much needed outside work done. We laid gravel in the barn this morning and that was oddly relaxing. Well for me, D was sweating tons. He was getting the buckets of crushed rock (moondust) out of the truck bed and I was raking it. I felt like I was at one of those fancy spas where one of the relaxation techniques is to rake patterns in the sand. LOL poor D had the hard work and I was at a fantasy spa. *smiles*<br /><br />oh and my spell check tool bar is gone yet again! I do hate that.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-85701949045539975302006-11-08T23:09:00.000-05:002006-11-09T10:02:01.497-05:00Thursday Thirteen #7<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/ttbabytoes.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/ttbabytoes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Thirteen Reasons to Vote for ROB!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">My friend Tiffany entered her hubby in a contest for FREE Lasik eye surgery from Sutton, Linder, and Sutton in Lincoln, NE. Out of several hundred who entered he was one of the top 10 chosen. Please help my friend Tiffany give this wonderful gift to her husband.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">click<span style="font-family:webdings;">4</span></span> <a href="http://www.suttonlinder.com/gos.html">VOTE FOR ROB</a>!</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">3</span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">click</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">(<span style="color:#009900;"><strong>The top 10 reasons are from Tiffany</strong></span>)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>1. Because he is a WONDERFUL husband<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>2. Because he is a TERRIFIC father<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>3. Because he is a volunteer fireman<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>4. Because he is a volunteer EMT(Emergency Medical Technician)<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>5. Because he is a leader and a provider<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>6. Because he is selfless<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>7. Because he works at his real job all week, then helps his dad farm on the weekends.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>8. Because he serves on a committee at a local Community College<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>9. Because he is the Treasurer for the local Firemen.<br /></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>10. Because he likes to volunteer at his daughter's school when it's needed in her class.</strong></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">11. You can count it as your good deed for the day!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">12. He has small children and we all know they can break glasses and they think it is funny to flush anything including contacts tucked safely in their case.</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">13 aka-mom is asking you nicely....pretty please with a cherry on top</span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"><a href="http://www.suttonlinder.com/gos.html">Vote for ROB!</a></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><center><a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com">Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!</a><br /><br />The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag">View More Thursday Thirteen Participants</a><br /><br /></center></div></div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-81113063039905159732006-11-08T06:59:00.000-05:002006-11-08T07:11:10.647-05:00Good Things<span style="font-size:130%;">My week started off pretty darn rough having to take three kids to the Dr.'s office on Monday and then my other daughter in the following day. 2 out of 4 kids have strep throat. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Last night however things started to look a bit better for me. I was looking online for the best buys for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">homeschooling</span> curriculum when I stumbled across </span><a href="http://www.edhelper.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">this site</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. It is AMAZING it has everything we need. I even pulled out my sons objectives paper from the public school to see if there was anything lacking and really there is not. Well I will have to do a bit more on our state history but I can do that no problem. I was thrilled with the spelling and vocabulary lessons and the fact that they have a list of books we should read along with ready to print chapter <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">quizzes</span> and more.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is just what I was looking for. It may not be great for the long haul but it is def. perfect to get us started and it might just be good enough to take us through the end of this year. The best thing was the price. It is <strong>very</strong> affordable.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I can't wait to put </span><a href="http://www.edhelper.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">this site </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">to use.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh and now all of my editing buttons are back, what a great way to start the morning! LOL</span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-66664013460705615672006-11-06T09:33:00.000-05:002006-11-06T09:57:48.390-05:00Monday Madness#1 I have posted a question to the almighty ones who control my blog and a week later I still have no spell check or nifty little html insert options.<br /><br />#2 3 of my 4 kids are sick and when I called the Dr.'s office I was told there was no way they could see 3 new patients today. Arrrggghhhh.....as if it is my fault we moved here in Aug. and only one of my kids has been ill and had to be seen by the Dr.(and she is not sick this time). Yeah and like I planned for 3 of them to get this sick all at once. It's a mom's dream to have 3 sick kids and no husband at home to help....or at least listen to her vent about it. <br /><br />I asked if they could possibly split it up between today and tomorrow and I was only met with sighs. I thought this was the kind of treatment that was unique to the military clinics we are used to but I guess I was wrong.<br /><br />Somehow she managed to squeeze us all in this afternoon and I really wasn't sure if I was supposed to thank her beyond the normal "thanks, see you then" or not. I mean am I supposed to bring her flowers? Maybe just candy would do...I do have 16 or so pounds of it in the house from Halloween. LOL On second thought she should give me flowers for the stress she put me through this morning!<br /><br />#3 I am still searching and searching the homeschooling web sites. There is information overload out there. My plan was to go and deliver the NOI to the superintendent today but with the sick kids in the house that won't be happening today.<br /><br />#4 My son (the older one) is supposed to start wrestling tomorrow night and is seriously stressed that he may have strep and won't be able to start tomorrow. I can only smirk as he lays out all his worries about missing this practice....wouldn't it be nice if my biggest worry was missing a practice. Ah to be young again. Nah, nevermind kids are cruel and I don't think I could survive todays youth, my generation was bad enough but what kids today face is way worse. Sad but true.<br /><br />#5 We are getting the house ready, well I am the sick ones have no energy, the hubby will be home later this week and this time we don't have to send him back after just 2 days. He is ours! Yay us. This has been a very long 3 months. I know 3 months isn't long, esp. since we were able to see him 2 days a week, compared to what others are dealing with right now. After being a Navy wife for 10 years though, I have decided that no matter how long they are gone it is hard work! I think that seeing him on the weekends has been harder than just having him gone for 3 months. Just when you think you are getting a routine in place BAM he shows up and it all goes out the window. Then he leaves again and you have to wipe everyones tears and start the process all over again. I am ready for this to be over and just have him home for a while.<br /><br />Okay that is all the Monday blah, blah, blah I can think of to share right now. I do have some things I would love to post but I am waiting for the blogger people to fix my posting screen. I am not that good with html or maybe I could do it myself.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-62147179524072979002006-11-02T18:46:00.000-05:002006-11-02T18:55:07.302-05:00Homeschooling Help...PLEASEWe are pulling our 9 year old out of public school to homeschool him. I have been online checking out site after site trying to decide which math program to use. I think I have decided to use the Saxon program. We went to the site to night to have him take a placement test and according to the placement test he should be in the 76 book. Fine but that is for 6th graders! He is only in 4th grade and frankly struggles big time in math. One of the big reasons I am pulling him out of public school is to get him caught up in math. He uses really weird methods to come up with answers and relies WAY TOO much on his fingers. Then there is the dot method which I CAN NOT stand. The poor kid is a military child and has been in 4 different schools and has learned 4 from 4 different methods, it is no wonder to me that he is confused.<br /><br />Should I buy the Saxon books for 4th grade or should I buy the one that according to the placement test he should be in. Is Saxon typically at grade level or is it a bit behind?<br /><br />Any advice would be SO appreciated.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-29302605730844147192006-11-02T07:00:00.000-05:002006-11-02T07:17:06.543-05:00Halloween Candy GALORE!So this year we went to the Church and participated in Trunk or Treat. The kids had great fun playing games inside while the adults chatted and ate dinner. There was dinner for the kids too but with all the games none of them wanted to eat. Then after an hour or so the adults headed out to the parking lot and stood next to their decorated trunks and waited for the parade of kids in costumes to begin. We are not in a large ward, in fact we are in a small branch and there are only 12 kids in our primary. We did invite the members of the ward we share the building with but since they had already had their trunk or treat earlier in the week only a handful of their members came. That being said I was AMAZED when my kids made it back to our truck barely able to hold their LOADED bags of candy.<br /><br />When we got home they wanted to weigh their bag to see who had the most candy. I pulled out the scale and one by one they were weighed with and without their candy to find the weight of their bags o' cavities. Are you ready for this......16.2 pounds of candy!!!!! That is right each of them came home with over 5 pounds of candy! Well all except Moe, he is only 14 months old so he hung out with me handing out the candy.<br /><br />What in the world do you do with 16 pounds of candy? I combined it and sorted it into piles then put it in bags for our food storage. I have kept out one bag and am rationing it out. There is no need to have that much candy just sitting around. Good grief that is a lot of candy!<br /><br />I am also using the candy to get my kids to remember to turn off lights in the house when they leave a room! It drives me nuts when I have to walk around the house turning off lights that everyone has left on. So now I have told them that for every light I have to turn off they lose a piece of candy. They were horrified, by the thought of losing any candy. We shall see how this works but so far so good.<br /><br />Oh and for some reason my spell check and post preview have vanished so I apologize for any errors you have had to endure *grin*aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-12199609656054997852006-11-01T06:41:00.001-05:002006-11-01T06:41:47.083-05:00<a target="_blank" href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/our-readers-blogs/mom-blogs2/mommammamotherme/"><img hspace="10" vspace="10" align="left" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/announce/version2.gif" alt="Women's Blogs" title="Women's Blogs"/></a>I just got listed in the Mom Blogs Directory at "5 Minutes for Mom". If you've never been there before, check it out... it's is a wonderful resource for busy women. Their goal is to "bring moms the best of blogging, shopping, parenting and entertainment" and they list all sorts of blogs, stores and websites that are run by women. The site owners are work-at-home moms themselves who also run a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.pedalcarsandretro.com">pedal car store</a> and a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.a-rocking-horse-to-love.com">rocking horse and kids furniture store</a>.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-18798927516475844652006-10-31T14:39:00.000-05:002006-10-31T15:00:27.715-05:00Tired TuesdayToday is Tuesday and like the title says ... I am tired. No tired doesn't quite sum it up, exhausted is more like it. <br /><br />I am tired of being a single mom. I am counting the days until this crazy military lifestyle of ours brings my husband (best friend) back HOME to live with US! <br /><br />I am tired of being just one person when so clearly there needs to be at least 10 of me.<br /><br />I am tired of not knowing how to solve all the problems for my children.<br /><br />I am tired of trying to cook something for dinner that EVERYONE will like.<br /><br />I am tired of pretending to know what it is like to be a 9 year old boy....Seriously, I have no clue!<br /><br />I am tired of that darn monster in the house that is waking my 5 year old up at 2:30am. Doesn't he know he wakes up the mom too? I bet I am scarier than he is when I am going on very little sleep.<br /><br />My list could go on and on I am sure.<br /><br />With that all being said I would also like to say that while I am indeed very tired I would not trade my life for any amount of money or material items. <br /><br />I adore my children and love the big people they are becoming. (even if they have to struggle with that at times)<br /><br />I am completely in love with my husband and admire him for who he is and all that he stands for.<br /><br />My husband and my family make me complete and through them and the love of my Father in Heaven I have landed one of the best jobs ever....MOM! The hours are long and the work is hard but the perks and benefits are endless...truly endless.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-47263742825700651502006-10-27T11:20:00.000-04:002006-10-27T12:11:51.609-04:00Friday Fumbles<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">Do you ever wake up and think wow what a great day? I did this morning and wow, how wrong could I have been.<br /><br />I said that to myself before I actually looked at the clock.<br />Crud only 40 min to get 4 kids fed and 3 of them ready for school<br />No problem I can do this, I've done it many times before.<br />Ha, the odds were against me this morning.<br /><br />I suddenly realized that 2 of my kids had to dress up like their favorite book character, and yes I knew this for two weeks but frankly I had other issues on my mind...something to do with ships and scouts.<br /><br />Quickly I had to transform my 7 yr old int</span><span style="color:#336666;">o</span> </span><a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids/junieb/letter/letter.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">Junie B Jones </span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">from her favorite book in the series</span> </span><a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids/junieb/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780679966968"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren</strong></span></em><span style="color:#336666;"> </span></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#336666;">. This was not too hard because Junie never seems to match and we could do that no problem! Daughter #1 done, taken care of.<br /><br />Now daughter #2 is just in Kindergarten. So when I asked her to go and grab her favorite book she just said she would be Junie like her big sis. Ummm not going to work since you just learned how to spell "THE" two days ago. I think your teacher might catch on that something is up. So I asked her once again to grab her very very favorite book and bring it to me. It needed to go to school with her so she might as well go and find it. You will not believe what she brought me...are you ready...</span> <strong><em><span style="color:#009900;">Hey Diddle, Diddle... </span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Now I have to figure out how to make her one of the characters from that book. Now looking at the clock I realize I have 10 minutes to do this....NOT POSSIBLE! Well that is what I thought but I actually managed, with a bit of computer help. I got online real quick and looked up moon clipart and cow clipart. I then cut out the picture of the moon slapped it in the middle of some contact paper and pinned it to her yellow shirt.<br />"Tu-duh you are the moon" I declared.<br />Then I did the same with the cow except I fastened him to her headband with pipe cleaner and so now she was the Cow jumping over the moon.<br /><br />I looked at the clock qucik grabbed the bookmarks I made last night (until 1am!)for the goody bags the girls were going to be getting at the big character party this afternoon. Grabbed Moe who was mid-bite with a spoon of oatmeal. Yes I know not the morning to let your 14 month old feed himself oatmeal, but he loves it. And out the door we went...well almost. My son all of the sudden remembered that it was PICTURE DAY at his school! UGHHHH his hair wasn't picture ready and his shirt well....<br /><br />"Quick go change and fix your hair a bit more, please" I said with a tone of defeat in my voice. We were so close to making it out the door on time.<br /><br />5 minutes later and 3 minutes too late to catch the bus we headed down the road not to the bus stop but first to my son's school and then to the girls school.<br /><br />Once we pulled into the girls school I realized that I was going to need to go in to deliver the bookmarks as the girls didn't know what room the parent volunteers were in and they were going to be late to their classes if they had to search them out. So I parked and in I went with Moe on my hip.<br /><br />Did I mention that he was still covered in oatmeal? Oh well. Into the school we went oatmeal and all, dropped off the bookmarks said our hello's, and then out the door we went.<br /><br />Once home I took a deep breath and was relieved that my morning madness was OVER! There is still a chance for it to be a great day but it sure did start off a bit chaotic.</span></span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-31962308252698377442006-10-26T13:52:00.000-04:002006-10-26T14:01:57.923-04:00Halloween Fun<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/Don"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/Don%27t%20Drop%20Me%21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/donotdrop.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>Steady...Steady.....Ahhhh I said DON'T DROP ME!</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Making your own coustume can be lots of fun!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Can you tell that he is riding on someones shoulders? Well not really but that is the look we were going for. Did we pull it off?</span></strong></p>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-9516770722207783762006-10-26T12:50:00.000-04:002006-10-26T13:52:15.596-04:00Super Mom and the Cub Scouts<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/the%20boat1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/the%20boat1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Last night Super Mom ventured into the unknown world of Rain gutter Regattas with her Bear Cub. What an adventure this has been. Since Super Dad (the real super hero) is in the military and is not around as much as we would love him to be, Super Mom has had to step in and learn all she can about the science of pinewood derbys and now rain gutter regattas. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Having had two years of practice runs (that is what we refer to them as) with the pinewood derby Super Mom and her cub were shocked and nervous when handed the familiar black box and discovered not a car kit but....a boat kit???? What in the world are we supposed to do with this? Thank goodness for directions!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Super Mom and her Cub carefully set everything out and read the directions. Ah but something was missing....the mast. Crud, Super mom is sick beyond sick, can hardly breathe out her nostrils and now she has to drive to the town over to find the Scout Shop she was told existed there. Hold the phone Batman this is Super Mom you are talking about. There has to be a better solution....right? Super Mom had to go shopping for groceries and noticed the craft store across the street, ya know the one with the great coupons in the Sunday paper. So she ventures in knowing in advance the cash in her purse is for groceries NOT crafts (bummer). For 30 minutes she searched the aisles. Finally in the aisle she had already gone up and down 2 times she found it! There it was in a clear plastic bag....a DIY boat kit complete with mast...Yee-haw! Too bad it was too short.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Super Mom had her cub get busy with the sanding and the painting and she supervised from a distance. It is always dangerous to let Super Mom get too close in these things as she tends to want to take control. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Now the paint was dry but there was still the issue of the mast. The next day Super Mom still feeling under the weather drove to the next town over and hit the local Wal-mart looking for many things including an 1/8" dowel rod. Whoo-hoo they had everything she needed even the dowel rod.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">With her cape seemingly flowing behind her she raced home to cut the mast to the correct length. The amazed cub arrived home so loving his Super Mom at that moment. He trimmed the sail, put on some stickers and attached it to the mast. Super Mom was amazed too, she was amazed at the thought her handsome cub put into picking the numbers for his sail. He had chosen to put 06 on the sail for the year 2006. Super Mom would have probably just put down some random numbers without any thought. Next it was time to pose for the pictures and off we went to the Regatta and pack meeting.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Well the Regatta went well but never let it be said that Super Mom has a heart of stone because it tore her heart in two to watch her son so proud of his ship not finish first in any of the heats. He was the one and only cub to not win at least one heat. She held back the tears so as not to let on to her cub that she was sad. Instead she continued to cheer him on and tell him what a great job he was doing. He was doing a great job and she was so proud of him. He lost each race by seconds, literally one extra breath of air could have meant sailing to the finish first. He never let on that he was sad about his losses and was a Super Sport. He congratulated all the other cubs, even the ones who had just beat him. He laughed when everyone was laughing and never had a sad or mad look on his face. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#003300;">Super Mom knows this cub of hers so well and knows what great restraint that took on his part and let's just say after all the babes were tucked in bed and the lights went out a tear or two were shed for this not so tiny cub, some of sadness for his losses and some of joy for the young man he is becoming.</span></p><p></p>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-7886405377303900682006-10-26T12:37:00.000-04:002006-10-26T13:52:32.655-04:00Thursday Thirteen #6<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/TT71.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/TT71.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Thirteen Things I have done so far today</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><ol><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Packed 3 school lunches</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Washed and Dried 4 loads of Laundry</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Folded and put away 4 loads of Laundry</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Made a yummy lunch for Moe</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Wrote the checks to pay the bills</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Unloaded the dishwasher</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Loaded the dishwasher</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Cleaned the Master Bathroom</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Found my hubby's missing key ring</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Told my Hubby I love him *smiles*</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Read my e-mail</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Fed the puppies</strong></span></div></li><li><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Vacuumed the carpets</strong></span></div></li></ol><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Sometimes it feels really good to sit down around noon and look at all that you have done. Makes what is left to do seem a little more possible.</strong></span></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><center><a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com/">Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!</a><br /><br />The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag">View More Thursday Thirteen Participants</a><br /><br /></center><p></p>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-88393204679007936482006-10-25T13:40:00.000-04:002006-10-26T13:52:54.893-04:00Sometimes it is hard not to giggle...when you are walking past another mom who is trying to discipline her kids in the store. Today I was shopping with Moe for various things and as we were walking by <strong>NOT</strong> through the toy isle I overhear a mom saying<br /><br />"your behavior is outrageous"<br /><br />Her cute little blond 3'ish daughter replies in a sweet little voice<br /><br />"I'm not enrageous mom"<br /><br />I had to pick up the pace a bit and turn the corner quick so no one saw my smile. It was just too cute. Well to me, I am sure her mom may not have seen the humor right at that moment. I am not sure what she did before that moment to make her mom upset but at that moment I couldn't see the naughty side of her at all.<br /><br />Love those cute kids!aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-91372896917410451232006-10-24T10:16:00.000-04:002006-10-24T14:02:06.233-04:00Super Mommy's Green Kryptonite<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Sorry for being MIA but the Mighty Minni's have found Super Mommy's weak spot and flooded the room with this "kryptonite" (aka GERMS). Those smart little Mighty Minni's figured that if they couldn't stop Super Mommy that they would recruit others. They lured me in with 2 open houses at their schools and a scout meeting last week, all filled to the brim with fellow Mighty Minni's from their local chapter. As Super Mommy walked the hallways she was covered in a blanket of sneezes, un-washed hands, and other flying bits of "krytonite" from coughs and things of that nature.<br />Well they succeeded in their mission and Super Mommy has been on limited duty around the house this week. She even sent the kids to school yesterday with lunch money instead of the dreaded healthy cold lunch. Upon the Mighty Minni's return home the eldest princess informed Super Mommy she ate everything except the broccoli. The tiny princess in training exclaimed that she wanted "tray lunch" everyday. Super Mommy could only manage a weak smile as she placed the cardboard like frozen pizza in the oven. Oh yes Super Mommy would like you all to know that frozen things cook better in the oven when it is actually turned on, imagine that.<br /><br />Super Mommy sat in her soft comfy chair with a blanket wrapped snugly around her, trying to find that one position where she could breathe out of at least half of her nose, as she watched her children eat cardboard for dinner. Lovely just lovely.<br /><br />Super Mommy is on the mend and by Thursday should be good as new. Unless of course they bring home stronger "kryptonite".</span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-41637232718711296542006-10-20T11:02:00.000-04:002006-10-24T14:02:40.693-04:00Super-Mommy 101: How not to mommy-task<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/OOPS.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/OOPS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">For those of you who have been following the saga of Super-Mommy you know that the art of Mommy-tasking (multi-tasking) is one that is sometimes a difficult one to master. If Super Mommy is not on the ball situations like the above picture are bound to occur.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">In this particular instance Super Mommy had been busily sewing baby blankets while Mighty Moe slept quietly. Once Moe woke up Super Mommy was torn between finishing the trim on the blanket she had been pinning or just calling it quits and putting it away for another day. Well she is SUPER MOMMY and decided that Mommy-tasking would have to be put to good use. HA little did she know the pantry door had been left open. The door was not open wide, just enough for Mighty Moe to slip his pudgy little finger in and open it the rest of the way. Soon Moe emerged with a container of cereal in hand. Super Mommy was putting in that last pin when she saw Moe out of the corner of her Super Mommy eye , ya know the one on the side of her head, shake the container as hard as he could. Before she could get the pin the rest of the way through the soft red fabric he dropped the container with a thud. Of course the container hit the floor at just the perfect angle so that the cereal could be scattered all about the floor. Super Mommy gasped and Mighty Moe with a smirk on his face dropped to his bum and happily started to dig in. Super Mom giggled just a bit, singing "Happy Birthday To Me" under her breath as she went to grab the camera and the broom.</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;">Point to this lesson....know your Mommy-tasking limitations.</span></div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-36076780766085016662006-10-20T08:36:00.000-04:002006-10-20T12:20:19.152-04:00There's gotta be a law....I awoke this morning to some horrible doses of reality.<br /><br />1. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">officially</span> IN my 30's. Last year I was 30 but this year I am IN my 30's, and I am not sure how I feel about that.<br /><br />2. This one is more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">devastating</span>. I picked up the newspaper and the front page story horrified me (it's never a feel good story on the front page anymore). A woman who shot herself in the stomach (the day she started having contractions) with the intent to kill the fetus, excuse me, her baby, will NOT be going before a jury! You can read the whole story <a href="http://www.dailypress.com/news/dp-57652sy0oct20,0,1473511.story?coll=dp-widget-news">here</a>. The reason she won't be going to court is due to the wording of the law they were using to charge her. Apparently it doesn't apply to an expecting mother. I am OUTRAGED that a woman can on the day she is to deliver take a gun to her belly and it not be called flat out murder. In today's world expectant mothers have such a tough job keeping that baby safe from all the weirdo's out there hurting them to take the babies. Now the babies have to fear their own mother may hurt them before they even get to take their first breath. Not that a mother should hurt them at any point in time but ya get what I mean. Then to not even see the mother be punished by law......<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">GGGGGRRRRRRRR</span> this make me fuming mad!<br /><br />I had to vent and now I am off to try and salvage some of my morning and make it a happy day.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-60175695990933682192006-10-19T13:22:00.000-04:002006-10-19T13:55:10.267-04:00Breast Cancer Affects Who????<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/pinkblueribbonweb.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/pinkblueribbonweb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Well the month is almost over and I have been very bad at letting others hog the soapbox. So excuse me while I push the rest of you off my stage.......</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">A very dear friend of mine is watching her father struggle with breast cancer. Yes I said her father, it was not a typo. Breast cancer in men is a very real thing and one that does not get much focus. I have been amazed this month by the number of informative shows and articles on breast cancer awareness, they really are informative and motivational, yet they all seem to focus on women. I know I know it is mostly a female thing, but the reality is that it is CANCER and it does not discriminate. Please take time and visit some of the sites on the web that are very informative about this cancer and how it affects men. You can go <a href="http://www.breastcancer.org/research_male_000903.html">here</a>, or <a href="http://www.cancer.gov/cancertopics/pdq/treatment/malebreast/patient">here</a>, you can even go <a href="http://www.johnwnickfoundation.org/personalstories.html">here</a> to read personal stories from men (and their families) who have had breast cancer. You can also go <a href="http://www.upsaid.com/lammyann/index.php?action=viewcom&id=368">here</a> to visit my friend's blog and read her story.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;">-Thank You</span></div><div></div><div>*okay guys soap-box is up for grabs, I am done for a little while*</div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-299102738997182542006-10-19T10:05:00.000-04:002006-10-19T10:13:20.708-04:00Thursday Thirteen #5<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/Baby_In_Chair_Thursday13_Banner.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/Baby_In_Chair_Thursday13_Banner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"><strong>Thirteen things I should be doing instead of surfing the web....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"></span></strong></div><ol><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Washing and Drying Laundry</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Folding Laundry (from previous W&D sessions)</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Unloading Dishwasher</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Loading Dishwasher (can you tell I have been a slacker lately)</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Calling Vet to make puppies appointments</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Sweeping the floor</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Mopping the floors</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Uggghh...The bathrooms....they should be condemned</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Making my bed</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Mowing the yard</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Sewing those cute blankets</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Hanging Shelves in the pantry</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Balancing the checkbook</span></strong></div></li></ol><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></p><p align="left"><center><a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com">Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!</a><br /><br />The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag">View More Thursday Thirteen Participants</a><br /><br /></center><p></p>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-91194220320697209272006-10-18T10:03:00.000-04:002006-10-18T15:15:43.712-04:00Mom, could you..., will you..., where is my....,<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Good Grief! There are days where I would really like to change my name to DAD. I noticed this weekend while he was home that even if he was sitting right next to one of the kids they would get up walk into a completely different room and ask ME if they could play on the computer, have a snack, or get out the paints. What is the deal with that?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Now granted Dad wasn't here this morning so all questions and requests had to come my way but gee whiz they didn't have to be thrown at me like I was the last one standing in a bad dodge ball game. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I managed to survive the morning chaos and get the kids down the lane to their buses. Moe and I pulled back up to the house, fed the puppies and went back into the house kicked off our shoes and were just about ready to play a bit before nap when I saw it....the lunch box....uggghhhhh! </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">Back on went the shoes and out we went to put the puppies back in their "puppy jail" (large fenced in area) by the barn. I felt bad for the pups so I decided to give them a snack before driving off to the school. Just my luck Shilo somehow got the snack wedged in the roof of her mouth and could not get it out. She was very upset and in a panic. Brutis was trying to see what her problem was but every time he came close she growled at him. So after I convinced Bruits it was better just to leave his sister alone I stuck my finger into the land of sharp puppy teeth and wiggled the pizza shaped snack free. *makes note to self - no more pizza shaped snacks for the puppies*</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">After licks of gratitude from Shilo I was back in the truck with Moe safely buckled in and off to the school to deliver the lunch bag. I managed to find a parking space and walk into the school without dropping anything or tripping, which with the morning I had had thus far was totally what I had expected. Once in the office I placed the Pink Camouflage lunch bag on the counter and proceed to tell the nice office lady that my daughter had left her lunch at home. She asked if I had the lunch with me. I thought that was odd but decided to play along. </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">"yes, it's right here" I said pointing to the very pink lunch bag</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">She replied " Oh I just thought that was your purse"</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I could only laugh and say "no, I'm not that hip"</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#333399;">I must say I drove back to the house with a smile the whole way. Did she really think I would carry a pink and gray camo. purse? LOL</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-4087144592345231472006-10-17T13:32:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:57:50.691-04:00And the sewing begins....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/blanket.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/blanket.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Blanket #1 is done and I am head over heals for this one. I am so excited to start on the next one. Did I mention how SOFT this fabric is? I can't wait to get some more made to take up to the store and set up shop.aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-43300749902471990152006-10-17T08:43:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:42:04.843-04:00Tranquility<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/cotton.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/cotton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nothing brings more peace to me than to sit by the side of the road and get lost in a field of cotton with my camera in hand. I took some great shots yesterday and as I was driving away I just felt so at peace. It was a wonderful feeling.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-43946489802474043642006-10-12T12:57:00.000-04:002006-10-24T14:03:27.226-04:00The adventures of Super Mom part 4,653.....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/good%20stuff.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/good%20stuff.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/goodstuff.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/goodstuff.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">And now the adventures of Super Mom continue....... As she tries to feed lunch to the smallest member of the Mighty Mini Gang she also makes the various phone calls of the day and loads the dishwasher all at the same time. Many would call this multi-tasking but Super Mom refers to this as Mommy-tasking. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">After mastering the daily jigsaw puzzle, commonly referred to as loading the dishwasher, she turns to see that Mighty Moe has covered himself with his lunch. Knowing that this wasn't accidental Super Mom grabs the camera to capture that Kodak moment while closing the door on the jigsaw puzzle with her foot and holding the phone in place by cocking her head ever so lightly to the left pinning said phone between her ear and shoulder. Never stopping the conversation on the phone Super Mom is able to snap a picture or two and then with cape flowing behind single handily began the task of running the bath water with out making it too cold or too hot. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Knowing that removing Moe from his chair was not going to be an easy task Super Mommy excused herself from the phone and in Super Mommy fashion approached Mighty Moe in his royal chair and analyzed the situation. Upon further investigation the reality sets in....even Super Mom may get messy. Quickly she removed his bib and slowly stands him up in his chair trying to get all stray pasta pieces to fall onto the tray. Ever so carefully she removes the overalls and shirt and lets them lay on the chair until bath time is over. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Now getting him from the chair to the tub without getting Super Mom and the new carpet messy was going to take some real Super powers. Super Mom took a deep breath, picked up the Mighty Mini and made sure he didn't get too close to her Super Mom uniform (aka white t-shirt) Moving swiftly she managed to make her way into the bathroom leaving her uniform and carpet free of pasta sauce. Once there she removed the diaper and plopped Mighty Moe into the tub where he shrieked in happiness and happily splashed in the warm water. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">He had once again devised a master plan to get unscheduled playtime in the tub. Ahhh but little does he know that Super Mom won as well because his master plan brought nothing but smiles to her.<br /></div></span><div></div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-16321120522497744972006-10-11T22:38:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:43:19.353-04:00Thursday Thirteen #4<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/1600/ttwife.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5132/4222/400/ttwife.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;">Thirteen Jobs I thought I might like when I was 13</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">(In no particular order)</span></strong></div><ol><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Teacher</span> - I guess I sort of do that now</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Writer</span>- Does the family Christmas Letter or this blog count?</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Photographer</span>- Do that all the time</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Mom</span>- yeah sort of a given seeing as how I have 4 kids</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Chemist</span> -that was before I actually took a Chemistry Class *grin*</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Hairstylist</span>- Oh yeah with 2 girls I am doing this everyday</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Childcare provider</span>- duh!</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Flight attendant</span> - Sort of I guess. I do tell them what to do in case of an emergency and I serve them meals and beverages. Sometimes we are in such a hurry it even feels as if we might be flying.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Quality Control person at the Hershey Plant</span>- All Chocolate that enters this house must first be approved by MOM unless it's a Milky Way bar....YUCK! Maybe that is why they are my oldest son's favorite....hmmm ya think?</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Party Planner</span>- Back then my dream was to do this for the rich and famous now it is for my family ...so not on the rich or famous list.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Actress</span>- I wanted to be on stage somewhere just acting NOT singing. Now I act all the time, putting on my brave face when the kids ask why daddy has to be in the military and why he has to be gone so much. </span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Professional Pianist</span>- Now ask me if I even know how to play, umm nope. I think it had to do with that whole wanting to be on stage thing.</span></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">A Lawyer (family law)-</span> Now I just try to establish the family law and enforce it while I am at it.</span></strong></div></li></ol><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;">I guess that is pretty darn good. I have fulfilled most of my goals, maybe not how I had planned but hey they are not as fun if you go about it the traditional way.</span></strong></p><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"></span></strong></p><p align="left"><center><a href="http://thursdaythirteen.com">Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!</a><br /><br />The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!<br /><a href="http://technorati.com/tag/thursday+thirteen" rel="tag">View More Thursday Thirteen Participants</a><br /><br /></center><p></p></div>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34591756.post-53566726780603450532006-10-11T22:20:00.000-04:002006-10-17T13:44:01.205-04:00How wrong is this...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>I sit down to watch </strong></span><a href="http://www.biggestloserclub.com/landing_page_summer.asp?cm_mmc=Atlas-_-Paid%20Search-_-Biggest%20Loser-_-R27303&keycode=R27303"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Biggest Loser </strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>and .......eat a mini bag of microwave popcorn! I guess at least it wasn't a big bag.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>I did the same thing last week when it was on, only then it was some </strong></span><a href="http://www.benjerrys.com/index.cfm"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Ben and Jerry's </strong></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>. I don't know why I do that and it drives me crazy. I go get my snack and sit down, then it happens the commercial is over and there I sit watching people work their tails off while I indulge. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>Maybe I need therapy.....nah never mind, I know I need to lose weight and I don't need to pay tons of money to hear someone else remind me of those things I am trying to ignore in my plump life.</strong></span>aka-momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13729205921419760041noreply@blogger.com0