Why is it that boys get eye lashes like this ?
Why is it that the Butcher can cook better than me ?
Why do I want ice cream at 10 pm every night ?
Why can’t I forget when I forgive ?
These are the things that I sit up at night thinking about….until I fall asleep, that is.
P.S. I updated the fashion page, check it out !
The Butcher out did himself this year !! He took me to break out bras !( that is a post for another day)He took me to old navy to get tanks and shorts…nice, but the treat was this morning. I had coffee in bed and then in walked the children, led by the Butcher, all wearing paper crowns proclaiming my goodness ! There were lovely cards and a bag full of gum(to make up for the fact that they go into my purse and steal mine all the time). But…he saved the best for last, he wrote a poem. I LOVE poems on mother’s day ! And so for your reading pleasure (drum roll, please)…..
CELEBRATE
v- sell-a-brat….a poem for muther
Brats is what we is, rollin’ like the shiz
crusty butts and crooked smiles
never matching, we got style
we might scream and you know we’ll fart
may act dumb,but you know we’re smart
you said “no”, we’ll ask again…..
won’t back down until we win
alarm clock rings, we might come down
could be happy, could have frowns
never quiet, rarely still…………..
must have action
we always will
here comes mom, she’s such a snoop
kids wash your hands, after a poop, put down that doggy
make your bed, you smell awful, did you wash your head ?
She prefers manners, don’t be crass
but if you mess with her kids, she’ll kick your…..donkey.
disclaimer- I apologize for anything offensive, this is a birdseye view of our life from the Butcher, in his own words.
If your husband did anything half as creative as this, I’d like to know about it. comment.
Why have manners been forgotten ? I REALLY try to teach my kids manners, but the outside world that they live in tells them its pointless. When I say “get your elbows off the table”, they roll their eyes, when I say “don’t start eating until everyone is seated, they roll their eyes and complain of starvation. FRUSTRATING ! And don’t even get me started on acceptable dinner conversation….ok, here is a peek at our dinner table a couple of nights ago(drum roll, please)Isaiah-burp then hahaha
Sidney”I know a girl, who has a cousin, who’s like pregnant, and when the parents ask her the name of the boy, she said well, it could be two different guys….(me- falling on the floor choking because Isabelle had just heard that)
Isabelle- “I want to tell a joke , its a good one”
me- “ok…go for it, we could all use a giggle”
Isabelle- “there was a guy and someone told him to stick this fruit up his bottom……………(yes, she really said that)
Me- WHAT !!!!????? INAPPROPRIATE. Isabelle- “why?”
me-“dinner is over, everybody up”. So, maybe I didn’t handle it great, I am doing the best I can. HOW, HOW do I teach them to be IN this world and not OF this world ?
By the way…Happy Mother’s Day weekend.
While I am very picky about skincare, I am a bargain hunter when it comes to face color. My sister just gave me this tip, So I thought I would pass it on. Go to eyeslipsface.com ALL eyeshadows, eyeliners, glosses, blushes, are 1.00. Yep, I already did it ! I got Sidney some stuff, and a few things for myself, too.
When you check out enter the coupon code – carolina for another 6.00 off !!! Have a colorful day.
That is what I will always be IF I continue to try and raise perfect children.
Funny, that I would come to that conclusion so close to Mother’s Day, but its true. I got so mad at the Butcher last night when he told me to lighten up on Adam(11). I got mad because my gut said “he is right”. Adam has gotten straight a’s all year in a very hard class, but has slipped this last nine weeks . In my mind(which is scattered, covered, and smothered)he has to pull it up and finish with all a’s. Obviously. But at what cost ?
What the Butcher said(in the wrong way) hit home, touched a nerve, I got the point. Adam is flawed, they all are, we all are. Perfection cannot be my goal or I will always fail. Perfection cannot be my goal for Adam or he will start to dread coming home, he will stop hugging me and telling me jokes. I don’t want that. I think I AM going to lighten up. Don’t tell the Butcher, HE WAS RIGHT.
Do you ever think you can FEEl the earth move ? Are there times when you are sure there’s someone else in the room ?
He is calling my name, singing my song
bringing me back to the place I belong
holding my hand, lifting my chin
telling the story again and again
Sometimes I can feel the whole earth move….its you
Sometimes I’m sure that you are in the room….its true
you’re calling my name, singing my song
bringing me back to the place I belong
Twelve years ago I was happy with Mother’s Day. It was a lovely day for me. I was treated like a queen. Breakfast in bed, a nice gift and homeade cards from Sidney. Luverly.
Lets jump forward a few years and three kids later. Mother’s Day turned into Mother’s Day weekend ! YES ! It starts on fri night and the party goes on and on until the kids go to bed on sunday night. I try to squeeze in 2 breakfasts in bed, a gift each day, multiple cards, poems, plays, and whatever else I can think of.
This particular year, I found myself in a questionable situation. Last night I heard myself saying to the Butcher,” come on, its mother’s day WEEK “. hahaha !
Eventually, mothers will be honored every day of the year…at least in my dreams. Have a great week and may the force be with you.
So…I enjoy this blogging thing. I mean, I reeeaaally enjoy it. But for a minute lets evaluate the situation…I fell in love with the pioneer woman. (you can find her in my blog roll) My sister showed me her blog and I was hooked. Sucked in, if you will, by all the beautiful photographs, and the sumptious ranch food, her ability to homeschool(a quality that I admire), her rugged ranching lifestyle(cow poop, and all). I began to think, “hey, I could do that,too” HA ! And for about a week, I walked around in a daze thinking about how to create a fabulous life for myself ,so that I could blog about it.
And then I realized….I am just me. My house does not sit on acres and acres, as a matter of fact, I can see what my neighbors are watching on their t.v. if I want to. And then theres my camera, very funny. There is no zoom to speak of, as those of you who have looked at my photos can tell, I don’t even have photoshop….YET. I don’t know if I should even bring up the cooking and the recipes. Should I, do I dare ? The Butcher does most of the cooking around here. I have certain dishes…muffins(see above photo), pork chops, oven fried chicken. But for the most part, the Butcher is the chef ! What else…oh yeah, homeschooling. I have 4 children. They go to public school, not because I love public school, but because I have such a fear of being responsible for them not learning, or knowing something. I know, ridiculous. Another irrational fear.
My point here is this….there is no way for me to recreate the pioneer womans masterpiece of a blog, but I am pretty proud of mine. Its just the extraordinary happenings in an ordinary life. Day by day. Amen.
The Butcher is officially skinnier than he has ever been since our marriage ! He has worked so hard, who knew he had this much self-control? I am happy for him, really I am. But his darned diet makes me feel a little guilty whenever I eat anything. Shame on me. Here he is trying to be healthy for his family, and sexy for me, and what do I do ? Get aggravated at him because I want to eat ice cream for dinner !
I truly am an impossible woman, I don’t know how he has managed to put up with me for 14 years….
This is a call out to women. We are all guilty of answering “great” to the question of how we are. Well, sometimes, I am NOT fine. Nothing helps me more than to bring my darkness into the light and call out for help. I am blessed enough to have friendships that can stand up to the hard stuff. I have ladies that will speak truth to me ,and love me all the while. I want to be known as that kind of friend ,and sister. Don’t you ?
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