Ridiculous

I love that word...ridiculous. I use it often. It is great to have that word when you are a very opinionated person like myself. I'll get back to it in a minute...but first let me tell you why I feel so strongly about the few thing I'll discuss in this post.

My mom was SERIOUS about a few things besides us being in church and knowing God.

a. having clean underwear and bras???
b. good health care, if you've got a problem it should be seen about...by a specialist at times and she would go anywhere and do anything to have her kids "fixed"or helped.
c. making our beds and cleaning our rooms only when company was coming (that was GREAT!)

So...when I see the following things some of the angst I feel about it comes from her and that is why it makes me soooo mad...it was a big deal growing up...other things I just have grown to despise.

Things I think are RIDICULOUS...
1. Parents who don't take care of their kids TEETH. You only get ONE chance at taking care of your skin and your teeth. It makes me SO MAD when I see kids with rotten black spots in their teeth like I did this week at the pool. It makes me so mad when I see a kids with TERRIBLE acne (I once taught middle school so this made me frustrated often) and it will scar their face FOREVER. We live in America...most of these folks have Medicaid or can get health care and are just too lazy to a. get their kid to brush his/her teeth b. take them to a doc to get care. That is RIDICULOUS.
2. People who don't like their jobs. I know it is hard times in America right now...BUT lately Jonas and I have run into a rash of people who have bad attitudes about work. Jonas went to a place that says they "love walk-ins" but then didn't speak when he came in and acted like they were put out that he was even there??? There is a pre-school worker I know who doesn't like kids??? What in the world? Go find another job if you can't do your job with a happy heart! I went to Belk to buy make-up and the sales lady at the counter acted like she didn't want to help me find colors and such b/c she was sorting her mail. I know we all have bad days, but I don't go to work and treat my students like dirt when I have bad days and I don't like it when other people do that!
3. People who smoke pregnant--enough said.
4. People who don't use car seats for kids. What in the world. Oconee County is full of kids who are not in car seats. I see them EVERYWHERE...Jeb's school, Blockbuster, red lights...I think that is RIDICULOUS. I have even seen them in the FRONT SEAT crawling around.
5. When it rains on a fun day...that stinks...I hate that, but I can't do anything about it.
6. When people don't do what they say they are going to do or don't return calls. I know so many well-meaning CHRISTIAN people who (as James says to do) don't let their yes, mean yes, and their no, mean no. If you don't want to do something or you don't think you'll really be somewhere...just say NO. Don't say we might try, we'll see if we can, or maybe...just say NO if you can't or don't want to. The world would be much less complicated if more people were more faithful to their word in MANY areas. As far as returning calls...in today's world with cell phones, answering machines, the internet, Iphones, texting, etc..there is absolutely NO reason why you should disrespect other people by not finding time to return calls. It is rude and selfish to leave people hanging. I hope I don't do that EVER. If I have, it was not intentional and I am sorry.
7. Houses that have JUNK everywhere in the yard. That is pure-tee laziness and carelessness. If it is trash--take it to the dump. We still live in a place where taking your trash is FREE! (It is not like that most places).

That is all for my rant. I may add to this when I see RIDICULOUSNESS around. What do you think is ridiculous?

Fear vs. Faith

One of my goals this year is to up the anty on trusting God. This is one of Charles Stanley's messages that I took notes on that really impacted me. I record him each week and LOVE his messages.

Fear vs. Faith

1--Disappointment is inevitable, but discouragement is a choice.
2--Psalm 103:19-God is sovereign.
3—God works all things together for good, for those who love God and are called according to His purposes.

Questions to ask myself:
1. Where are doubts coming from? God gives us a spirit of power, love and a sound mind.
2. Has God ever failed me in the past? No...even lately he had come through numerous times.
3. Does God promise to meet all my needs?
4. Has God given you a helper? You can’t do it in your own strength, but with the Holy Spirit you have power and provision.
5. Is anything too hard for God? NO, nothing.
6. Has God promised to be with me? Yes, Psalm 121
7. When I’m at a fork in the road: could unbelief lead me to a lifetime of regret?

When I considered staying home with the kids and quitting my job it was a true fork in the road. Every time I do our budget on paper it NEVER works. It is still a trusting experience even though we've made it for a few years now...we still have to trust in Him to provide each month. Now, I am at a fork...adopt or have another baby??? Another big decision. If God is calling me to adopt, I don't want to not follow through because I am afraid. If you think about it...pray for our family and that in the coming year we will have some clear directives!

In other news...

In other news…

Caleb went on his first 4-wheeler ride.
Jeb made his first lizard house of the spring.
Jonas has revitalized our piano—he can play B-I-N-G-O (Caleb’s fav), Mary Had a Little Lamb, Old McDonald, and various other classical compositions! He is teaching Jeb to play….sorta!
Jeb has been found sleeping in the hall a few times…he thinks there are things living under his covers?
I am teaching Jeb how to read. He is the class clown (see pic). Jonas took these during one of my infamous lessons. It takes about 20-30 minutes a day. We are doing a phonics program.

Valentines 2009

Jonas planned our sitter and our rendezvous this Valentines. I slept till 8 (what a treat) and then we went hiking to Bee Cove Falls (up 107 near Cashiers/past the Fish Hatchery). It was a super, almost 70 degree day, so we hiked from 10ish to 3ish, did some sun therapy (laying out in winter), talked for hours, and hit the DQ (Dairy Queen) for blizzards on the way home. I also got a sweet card and a gorgeous delectable chocolate, caramel-covered apple but TIME is how you spell love to me so the hiking was the best part! I used to love candy apples from fairs in my younger days so that was thoughful! And, for those of you who don’t know, I eat an apple EVERYDAY. Jeb does too. It does not keep the doctor away as I am still sick often, but I love ‘um! Jonas received a beefy array of gifts—literally…he mentioned wanted a beef bumper sticker –odd I know! But, I got some off the Internet and he was thrilled! He also got a BEEF Camo Hat that shall be for him to enjoy on the farm (when I am NOT with him in public). Jeb got a lot of extra love, sweet tea, and a new CARS sleeping bag. He now sleeps on a McQueen pillow and in a Tow Mater sleeping bag in his room! It is tacky as can be. Caleb got cheese puffs(the whole grain/all natural type...they are really, really delicious)--his new favorite food!

Love me tender...

Love me Tender…

Last night, Jeb was being a little snit while brushing his teeth…well, we had it out and he went to bed. I went downstairs so frustrated that our great day together had just ended so terribly.

I went downstairs and came back upstairs to find him putting my water bottle on my dresser (I always have one with me)…he said, “Mama, you left your water in my room and I knew you’d want it.” I said thanks so much you are so kind and he said, “Mama, I am so sorry that I was mean to you,” and gave me a hug. I cried. It was just so sweet. It is good to have such a tender child.

Not so tender…but very funny quotable quotes…

This week I told Jeb that I had to go in to go to the bathroom and he comes up with this…

“Mama, it is hard for girls to go pee pee outside since they don’t have a wenis. It is hard for boys to go pee pee inside since they HAVE a wenis….”

To which I replied, “Yes, I have noticed that pee peeing inside MUST be hard for people with wenis’ since there is pee on the walls, floor, mats, benches, and ALL over the toilets!”


Then, when we had dinner with friends last night I told them that he was going to “BETHEL” to church next year. To which he quickly snaps, “What did you say?” Since I was talking to Sonya I just finished…and he said louder, “What did you say was the name of my new school?” and then added, “Are you sending me to Satan’s home?” We had a good laugh…BETH-HELL? GET IT? He was worried!

Monster Jam...

I can't believe my brother wrote this--I'm so proud--hee hee haw haw! We had SOO much fun at the Monster Truck Rally.

The jam was full of enlightening experiences and funny staged fights even! There was quad racing and moto-cross (they took dirt bikes up in the air and did flips and other tricks...I was really impressed)...but still Jeb just liked the trucks. He liked Full Boar, The Monster Mutt, The Grave Digger, Bad News, and Git Er Done!

'Twas the night of the Monster Truck Rally, when all through the house.
Not a redneck was sober, not even the ones with an air brushed monster truck blouse;
The doo-rags were tied on the greasy mullets with care,
In hopes that “Grave Digger” and “Monster Mutt” soon would be there;
The yougin’s were nestled all snug in their seats,
While visions of crushed cars made them do a jig with their feet;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my NASCAR cap,
Had just settled down for a long Monster Truck lap,
When out in the Bi-Lo Center there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the stair case I flew like a flash,
Tore past the beer man and he threw up the cash.
The spotlights on the panels of the old crushed up cars
Gave the reflections of rednecks yelling as if in cowboy bars,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Grave Digger Monster Truck, and 5 others I fear.
With a few big old redneck drivers, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it brought meaning to the word “hick.”
More rapid than Nascar his redneck fans came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bubba! Now, Leroy! Now, Junior and Dixie!
On, Roscoe! On Johnny! On, Tony and Trixie!
To the top row of the Bi-Lo Center! To the bottom seat by the wall!
Now crush away! Crush away! Crush away all!"
As smashed up cars that before the wild hurricane flies,
When they meet with an obstacle, they run over it till it dies.
So up to the starting line they flew,
With the tank full of gas, and lots of bumper stickers too.
And then, in a rumbling, I heard on the Bi-Lo Center floor,
The roaring and racing of each Monster Truck through the door.
As I put in my ear plugs, and was turning around,
Down the alley came “Monster Mutt” with a bound.
He was painted as if all in fur, from his hood to his tires,
And his big floppy ears waved as if putting out fires;
A bundle of fuel he had strapped on his back,
And he looked like a big dog, biggest one of the pack.
His tail -- how it wiggled! His tires how nobby!
His roll bars were shiny, as for the tickets thanks to ol’ Bobby!
The redneck sitting beside me had his rebel flag doo-rag tied like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The wad of chewin’ tabaccer he held tight in his yellow molars,
And the spit it created came from his mouth like a rocket cruising the solar;
He had a broad dirty face and a big round beer belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old hick,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of the smell that made me sick;
A patch over his eye and a twist of his greasy hair,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing but despair;
He spoke not a word, but drank straight from his beer bottle,
And when the last drop was finished yelled “lets go full throttle!!”
Then standing with a wobble,
And with his fists raised high in the air,
He gave out a rebel holler without a care;
Then He jumped up and down, to the Grave Digger Finale he gave a yell,
And away all the rednecks ran like a convict seeking bail .
But I heard that redneck exclaim, as he drunkenly stumbled out of sight,
"Happy Monster Truck Rally to all, and to all a good-night."

I could have put up more pics of the trucks and such; Jeb's faces were much better!

Aunt Myra's Silly Songs...

Aunt Myra's silly songs (taught to her by my silly granny) are now going on the web! Jeb thinks these songs are so funny. He requests them often and we like to make up our own...I have added those at the bottom for kicks! The more they are about poop and pee and generally distasteful the more Jeb likes them! These songs help you take life less seriously for sure.

Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap,
bar of soap,
Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap,
bar of soap,
I would slimy and a slimy all over your behiny,
Oh I wish I was a little bar of soap!

Oh Oh I wish I was a little fishy,
fishy,
Oh I wish I was a little fishy,
Oh wouldn't I look cute,
without a bathing suit,
Oh I wish I was a little fishy!

Oh I wish I was a little birdie (my aunt sings a version about an English sparrow),
birdie,
Oh I wish I was a little birdie ,
birdie,
I would fly up in the sky, and I'd poopy in your eye,
Oh I wish I was a little birdie!

Oh I wish I was a little puppy dog,
puppy dog,
Oh I wish I was a little puppy dog,
puppy dog,
I would hike up my leg and water all the trees,
Oh I wish I was a little
puppy dog!

OUR NEW VERSIONS: Jeb and I are doing a phonics program to teach him how to read so these are actually useful for "homeschooling"--ha!

Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat,
kitty cat,
Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat,
kitty cat,
I would sit around all day and sleep the day away,
Oh I wish I was a little kitty cat,
kitty cat!


Oh I wish I was a little old man,
old man,
Oh I wish I was a little old man,
old man,
I would burp and I would toot,
and no one'd give a hoot,
Oh I wish I was a little old man,
old man!

Can you see us on You tube? Ha!