I know just how she feels...

Before we go on, you must click on the photo to enlarge it enough to read it (i wish i had a scanner). This made me laugh, and I know how she feels! I must be secs deprived, cuz there doesn't seem to be enough secs in my day! I'm always looking for more secs... with all there is to get done in a day, a little more secs would sure make life a lot better. But the busier I am, the less secs I seem to have. And when I find I have too much extra secs, I find myself just laying around, kinda bored with all of it. So I've tried to learn to find a balance, always wishing I had more secs but enjoying the secs in the day that I do have, because you never know when your secs could come to a screeching halt. And once in heaven (or hell, after this blog) I don't want to look back upon my life and wish I didn't waste all my precious secs!

Happy Birthday Hubby!

Today is Tary's 49th Birthday. I think I'm taking it harder than he is, afterall, next year he'll be
50, and I'm having a hard time believing that soon I'll be married to a 50 year old. I know, he just turned 49 and already I'm turning him into a 50 year old, but I figure if I give myself a year to get used to the idea, maybe it won't be such a shock when it finally gets here. In case you didn't already know, he's ALOT older than I am, and it will take me alot longer to get to 50 than it will him, so I'm not worried about me right now, just him...good thing he's never acted his age. He still acts like he's 25 and still tries to do all the things he used to do back in his glory days, doesn't help that he has a 10 year son he has to keep up with. So, in honor of his past youth...

Good-bye to the Tary we all used to know;
his youth is gone now, I'm afraid he's getting old.

Good-bye to the hero in basketball he was;
making 3 pointers at the sound of the buzz.

Now his shooting is shot, his dribbling turned to drabble,
and the only 3 points he scores is in a mean game of scrabble.

Good-bye to wired fences he came to know so well,
his catches were the greatest, but they always hurt like hell.

Yes his softball team just loved him, he never let a fly go bye,
now the only fly he catches is when his shirt and zipper collide.

Good-bye deep river fisherman, now here's a trick he did quite well.
When the guy's next to him caught nothing, he'd pull out 10, 11, even 12.

Now he ice fishes in our freezer while his fishing pole hangs on the wall,
only this time when he reaches way down there, he pulls up Gordons or Mrs. Pauls.

Good-bye big trophy hunter, as the wildlife lets out a sigh;
he could shoot an animal at 500 yards and hit it right between the eye.

Now his hands get a little shaky and the backfire makes it rough;
and that snickering dog only makes things worse, boy this Nintendo game is tough!

Good-bye broken noses, sprained ankles,
dislocated joints and stiches in the head;
he's retiring from the wide world of sports
and settling down with Ben-Gay instead!

All kidding aside, Tary I hope I'm still cheering at your games 25 years from now!
Love ya babe! Happy Birthday...and yeah, you still got it!

A sure fire way to be alone...

So, my last post, just a few minutes ago, was short and sweet. Really, I didn't know what else to say about the pretty snow, so that's that. But I have the quiet house all to myself, no one is bugging me to use the computer, the TV isn't blaring in the background, and I can actually hear myself think. So, I thought I would just keep going. About what, I'm not sure yet, but we'll just see where this takes us.
Have you ever noticed that when you want peace and quiet, noise and interruption seem to follow you instead. I've decided if I ever want to get my childrens attention, without yelling mind you, all I have to do is plop down on the couch with a really good book, and in less than 5 pages, they'll be at your side. The problem with this technique however, is that now all you really want to do is read, and all they want to do is tell you about their day and how many times they got tackled at recess, etc. Another sure fire way to "not" be alone, is to lock yourself in the bathroom. Kids can be on the play-station for hours at a time, but the minute you step into the bathroom and sit on your throne, they're right outside the door, asking you the meaning of life.
If you want your neighbors to call, sit down with the whole family for dinner. They'll usually call in the middle of the prayer. If you want them to come over, don't clean your house that day. Just leave those dirty dishes on the counter and laundry scattered all over the floor. Your visiting teachers might not come for months, but leave your home a mess and that's the day they'll choose to drop by.
BUT....(here's my sure fire way to be alone)
Stack the dishes up, fill the sink with hot sudsy water, and EVERYONE disappears!

Now if I can just figure out a way to read while washing dishes, without getting the pages wet!

I love snow in the spring...

I know, technically it isn't spring yet, but the past couple of days it has felt like it. We even had the kite flying winds, if your kite was attached to steel cables, a little strong. Then the winds died down, and we awoke to a beautiful white blanket of snow! It was gorgeous! And by the end of the day...
spring returned! I love the seasons, especially when you get two in one day.