Do you see what EYE see....

Carlie has worn glasses for a while now. This year in 5^th grade Madi has been insisting that she needed some. We just had her eyes checked in the summer so I thought she was just thinking it was cool to get a pair. Granny has always taken the girls to Claire’s Boutique where they have a 10 for 10 special. 10 items for 10 dollars. While they were there, they found some designer eye glasses that had no prescription, they were strictly for fashion. She got all the girls a pair. Madi just LOVED hers. They looked cute on her and she insisted that they helped her see better.

A few weeks later, I got an email from one of Madi’s teachers, Mrs. Hearn. Her email said that Madi had been complaining of headaches frequently at school, and that maybe if she wore her new glasses more consistently then her headaches would get better. So I emailed her back and told her that she was going to get a good chuckle, because the glasses that Madi had been wearing had no prescription and were just for looks.

So fast forward a few months, and Granny took both girls to the eye doctor for me. And they both needed new glasses. So they each picked out a pair and Madi started wearing hers to school. Another teacher stopped Madi in the hall and said “Oh, Madi, I LOVE your new glasses. Do they help you see better?” Mrs. Hearn leaned over and said “Oh, those glasses are just for fashion. They don’t have a prescription.” Madi tried to tell her that they were real and Mrs. Hearn said “Now, Madi, your Mom told me those were not real glasses!!!”

So I had to email her back and tell her that now they WERE real glasses.

So while Granny was at the eye doctor with the girls, she told the optometrist the story about Madi’s fake glasses and the teacher thinking they were real. He said “You know, I am an OPTOMITRIST and my fiancé bought a pair of those glasses at Claire’s and she SWEARS that she sees better when she wears them. I’ve told her over and over that they are totally fake and she won’t believe me!!”

Looka here Huck......

Carlie recently checked out the book Tom Sawyer from the library. Carlie told Granny that it was an 8^th grade level book. So Granny asked her if she was having any trouble reading it.

 Carlie said “No, not really. Because Pepaw talks that way all the time.”

Corn deprivation

This summer Granny took the girls to a buffet in Emporia.  She thought that they would really like it because it had a seperate dessert bar and a chocolate fountain.

Libby walks in the door, looks at all the stuff on the buffet and say "CORN!!! Look Granny, they have CORN!!!"

 

 

Ummm Libby we have plenty of cans of corn at home!

Anti-Obama

For years we have had this issue with our kids and school lunches.  The cost of school lunches has continued to go up over the years.  Multiply that by four and it adds up to alot.

So we had the kids start packing a lunch.  But they insisted they wanted to eat hot lunches.  So we made a deal that they could eat one hot lunch a week.  The kids would careful scan the week's lunch menu and determine what day they wished to have their school lunch.

Wellll...then comes Michelle Obama and her health kids campaign.  My kids sat up on election night and were CRUSHED to find out that Obama was re-elected.  Not because of MR. Obama, but because of MRS. Obama.

Carlie said "MAN, it's going to be another FOUR years become we can have Oreo Delight back in our school lunches again!!!"

So today Carlie said "I am just not having a hot lunch this week"  I ask "Why not?  You are always excited to pick out your school lunch each week?"

She said "Seriously Mom.  Have you ever heard of a whole wheat CORN DOG?!?!"  And Madi chimes "Yeah and we just get FOUR tater tots"  And Libby says "And we just get for items on our tray!!!

They are ready for the next Presidental election.

Ballin' and Shot Callin'

All three girls still play basketball. They all have their own "style" and I love watching them play.  Libby is getting really, really good.  She'll be a freshman next year and may have a chance to play some on the varsity team.  Madi and Carlie both scored at least one basket this season and Libby averages about 9 points a game.

Here are some pictures from the season.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Family Bed

No, I do not practice attachment parenting....not by choice anyway.

 

 

Carlie is nearly 10 years old and still she insists on sneaking into our bed at night.   I woke up the other night and literally, Carlie was in the middle of the bed...I had a cat curled up on the pillow pressed up against my face and a dog on my legs.

I asked Carlie yesterday "Our you still going to crawl in bed with us when you are 16?  She thinks about it a minute and says "Well, I still have a long time to work that out."

The Case of the Missing....um yeah.

I can't believe I'm posting this but it really was very funny.  And it will be funnier in twenty years.

So I had this umm.."thing"...for women.  It was pink.  For the purpose of the story we are going to call it "the thing".     I've had it for years and it hasn't seen much action.  I know most women have them.  Heck I even know a couple of women who sell them at "Slumber Parties" and such.  But I've never been one to talk about sex with my friends.

I kept thinking that I needed to throw it away.  We've moved into different houses about 15 times in the last 10 years and I was always afraid that someone would stumble upon on "the thing" when they were helping us pack or unpack while moving.

With these last two moves into the trailer house and then into our new house...life was just so crazy and everything so rushed that I didn't think about it.  We had a bunch of unpacked boxes still in our garage and I would slowly go through them and unpack.   This summer I opened a box and there "the thing" was...right on top staring me in the eye.  I thought "OMG.  I have to get rid of it."  I'm not sure why I didn't throw it away then.  But I took it in my room and stuck it in the back of a drawer and then forgot about it.  I have no privacy in my house...the kids rummage through drawers.  My Mom is over alot and she wouldn't think twice about looking in the drawers in my bedroom either.  But I forgot about it.

We had a little incident this summer with Libby texting inappropriate things with a boy and I was shocked at what she knew.  And she has an issue of taking things that don't belong to her.

So finally one day a few weeks ago, I had the house to myself which was unusual and it was trash day.  So I decided I could get it and put it in the trash then take the trash out on the curb and no one would see it.  Only when I went to find "the thing"....it was GONE.

The first thing I did was text Bob.  I told him that I thought Libby might have found it and taken it.  He said "Maybe, but I think I moved it a while ago."  I text shouted "WHY WOULD YOU MOVE IT!!!!"  And he said "Well your Mom was here and she was looking for something in our bedroom.  I had seen it in there recently and I was afraid she'd find it.  So I hid it and took it out to the garage and put it in a box out there.  I think so anyway."

Okay....how do you NOT remember if you did that or not.  So when we get home we look around in the garage and cannot find it.  It HAS to be found.  So I sit Libby down.  I told her. "I have lost this ummm....well "thing" for women.  It's pink. And it belongs to me.  If you've taken it I just need to known...you aren't in trouble."

She goes "MOM.  I didn't take it...but I know where it's at."  I lift my eyebrows "Really???"  She said "Yeah.  You had us cleaning up the garage and I found it in the top of a box.  It was like...SO GROSS.  I didn't want the little girls to see it, so I threw it in a pile of stuff in the corner of the garage."

So when Bob gets home that night I tell him about my interrogation with Libby.  So we go out to the garage looking for it and we can't find it.  So I call Libby out there to show us where she threw "the thing".   So showed us the general area and we dug through things until we found it.  Then I promptly put it in the bottom of the garbage bin.  And as I turned around I busted out laughing.  They asked me why I was laughing and I said "I can't believe that I am digging through the garage looking for the missing "thing" with my husband and my 13 year old daughter!!!" LOL.

I asked Libby about it later and she said she knew what they were called....that "the things" were very much in discussion around the lunch room table....and that several of the 8th grade girls claimed to own one."  WOW.

So the way I figure it...I probably put it in the top of a box when we moved into the trailer thinking I'd quickly retrieve it and put it away somewhere.  Only I forgot and the box was never unpacked.  Then that box was moved from storage and put in our garage.  So I probably found it first when I opened that box and then I stashed it in the drawer.  My husband found it in the drawer and put it back into a different box in the garage (unknown to me).  Then Libby found it in the second box while she was cleaning out the garage.  And she threw it into the corner of the garage (without telling me she'd found it) so that the little girls wouldn't see it.  And it sat there for months until I realized that it was missing.  Crazy.

2012 Quotes

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To tell you the truth, I hate what didn’t kill me. It didn’t make me stronger. The people in my life have. Thank you for that. – Mitch Hunter (America’s 2nd full face transplant recipient)

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Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be. - Unknown

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Julie know without a doubt you are the glue in your family. You must draw on your dry humor to bring levity and lightness to your family. To see through this and old up a mirror and laugh is your gift. Keep it up and know I think and pray for you. Always have, always will. - Mylene Atnip

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Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength." - Christopher Reeves

 

Beautiful Cardinals on my Deck

 

 

 

Love having my back deck facing the woods.  Watching the wildlife is so soothing.

 

Mustache

When I was a kid we grew up in a house with my sister, my Mom and Dad and one bathroom.  My sister and I shared a room.   So there wasn't alot of room for modesty amongst us girls. 

So I was really surprised that as my daughters have started going through puberty that are WAY modest.  They'd rather me pull their fingernails out than let me see them naked.  (Now this isn't true for Carlie who still doesn't have a modest bone in her body.)

So I will ask them questions about how they are "developing".  Somewhat to aggravate them and somewhat because I really want to know.

So the other day I asked Madi if she was growing any hair "down there".  She blushed and said "NO.  I. AM. NOT."   Carlie was in the room with us and just busts out in a belly laugh.

She said "Yes, Yes she is!!! She had a towel wrapped around her the other day and the corner of it slipped off and she's growing a little mustache down there!!!"


I about choked on my Diet Coke!!! LOL.

Where's the Beef?!?!?!

 

So Madi LOVES Beef Jerky.  In fact she insisted that Papaw buy her a giant bag all of her own for Christmas.

 

 

 

The girls always have chatter to tell me when they get home from school and the other day Madi says in an excited voice "MOM, guess WHAT???"

 

 

"This girl brought some stuff to school today for all of us to try.  It was SO good.  It was Goose Beef Jerky!"

 

So I asked her "Well Madi, was it Goose Jerky or Beef Jerky?"   She said "It was GOOSE Beef Jerky!!!"

 

I told her "Madi, Beef comes from cows.  Was it Beef or Goose?"  I knew what she meant, I was just giving her a hard time.  She thinks about it a minute and then says "Well I guess it was the Beef part of the Goose!".   

Mini-Me

Caught these two chillin' out with their books.

 

 



 

Like Father, Like Daughter.

The Great Blizzard of '13

No school today....working from home. Cat in my lap, dog at my feet, blankee tucked in around me....cardinals on my deck....kids frolicking in the snow.

From Face Book Today

Carlie Mae Pool

All I see is white and footprints . Why,why,why me !!!

Brenda Morgan

LOL Oh Carlie!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Does it look like she's  unhappy with the snow???

Switch-er-oo

 

I can’t ever have a get together with Margie without something crazy happening. I left after work on Friday and it was dark for most of my drive down there.

 

I was listening to my book on tape and cruising along. I’ve been that way before, but I don’t know the area particularly well. Margie calls me on my cell phone. She wants to know if I’m almost there. I go “Well, I think so. There’s a city up ahead.” She says “What do you mean? Are you in Oklahoma yet?” And I go “Ummmmm…..I don’t know! I just know there is a city up ahead and it’s probably Coffeyville.

It wasn’t five minutes later and the low tire warning lit up on my dashboard. The tire didn’t feel obviously flat. Sometimes the light comes on when it’s cold anyway. So I decide to drive on in to Coffeyville. I pull up at the first convenience store. It’s definitely low. I try to put air into it and I hear “Pssssssss…” coming out of the tire. Now I’m in a well-lit place on flat ground, I could change it myself. I call Margie to tell her what happened and then Bob.

I told Bob that I couldn’t decide whether to try to change it myself or call roadside assistance. He goes “Well I can’t help you from here.” Duh??? I know that. I’m just thinking out loud. I decide to call roadside assistance. It was so cool. They found my location using the GPS on my phone. They got my cell phone number from it too. Then they sent me a text stating who was coming to fix my tire, when he would be there and what he looked like!” They later sent me a text asking if the tire had been fixed and was I safely on my way. But anyway….I digress.

Margie is calling several times to make sure that I’m safe, offering to come stay with me until the roadside guy shows up. I talk to Bob and he says “Glad you called roadside assistance. I’m tired so I’m heading to bed. Night.” Wait a minute!!! My bestie is worried about my safety and you are just going to bed without even making sure that I get to her house okay???

 Paula meets us at Owasso the next day and we put my tire in the back of Margie’s car and drop it off to be repaired while we are eating lunch. The tire company calls back to say that the tire is ruined and they’ll have to replace it.

When I go to pick it up, I ask them to give us the new mounted tire and the old one as well because I have road hazard insurance. It was cold and starting to sleet, so Margie backs the car up to the loading bay. They throw the tires into the back of the car and off we go to Margie’s house. Her son, David, offers to put my new tire on Sunday morning before I head home.

I’m all packed up and he comes back in the house with a funny look on his face. He says “Guys, there’s an old ruined tire in the back of the car, but where is the new one?” They had only given us the ruined tire and forgot the new mounted one. Not only do I not have a good tire, they have my WHEEL too. LUCKILY the place happens to be open on Sunday or I would have been in a real mess. I show up and they look rather befuddled but place the new tire on my mini-van and away I go.

 

Your Cheatin' Heart

I don’t get to have a girls’ weekend with my girlfriends in Oklahoma very often. For some reason, Carlie was very anxious about me going down to Margie’s house for the weekend. I used to travel for work, and they stay with their grandparents all the time, so I wasn’t sure what was up.

Finally the day before I was ready to go, I was working at night on my laptop at the kitchen table. Carlie sits down next to me with a bowl of cereal. I was concentrating on my work, so I wasn’t really paying attention.

Eventually she says “Mom, about this weekend….” On autopilot I reply “What?” Then she said “Please don’t cheat on Dad while you’re gone, okay?”

Now THAT got my attention. I told her “First of all, I would NEVER cheat on your Dad. And why on earth would you worry about that anyway?” Carlie said “Well you said you were going to go down there and have a good time, and I was just worried you’d cheat on him.”
 

 

So I finally get to Margie’s. We talk until 1am. I wake up in the middle of the night in a strange bed and someone is in bed with me snoring so loudly it actually woke me up!  The is something warm pressed up against me.

I feel around and it is Margie’s Boston Terrier named Murphy. LOL.

When I get home, I told Carlie. “I hate to tell you this.   But at Margie’s house, I spent the night with Murphy and I had to kick him out of bed because he was snoring so loudly!!”

For just a second her eyes got wide, and then she narrowed them and said “Don’t mess with me Mom. I think Murphy is a dog.” Smart cookie

Snow White and the Who?

 

The other day we were watching Snow White and the Huntsman. It’s a different spin on the Snow White story, but basically the same. Libby kept asking these weird questions “Why are there seven little guys there?” “Those are the seven dwarves?” “Why is she asking that mirror questions?”

 

Bob finally says  “Libby haven’t you heard ‘Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s the fairest one of all?” Libby says “She doesn’t look very fair to me, she’s being unfair to Snow White.”

 

Bob tries again "LIBBY! Haven't you ever seen the movie "Snow White and the Seven Drawves?"  She goes "OH!!"  

 

 

Then Carlie slaps on the back and says "Don't worry, Genious, I got your back.  I'll explain it all later!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Romance....in it's various forms

 

Does he get credit or not?

 

 

 

Been married almost 12 years. My Mom asked me what I got for Valentines Day and I told her a bag of chocolate last week. He wanted to get it taken care of early :-) 

 

My friend Margie's Valentine's Day present was being enrolled in open carry class.  MEN!!

Sometimes Ignorance is Bliss

I've been trying to ignore the fact that I am in my 40s now....age is a state of mind and all that.

Even so it has caught up with me. I went to the eye doctor and had to go to bifocals. The cool thing about this is that they have really cool contacts now that blend everything in and you can't even tell the difference.

The bad news is....that I can SEE!!! I left the eye doctor's office and almost screamed when I saw how dirty my dash and steering wheel are.

Now I am afraid to go home and find out what I will SEE there. Very afraid!!!!

Who's Sonya?

We have always teased Libby over the years about the goofy things she says.  She's a smart girl, studies hard and makes great grades...but boy can she say the silliest things!!!

One of the best things about Libby though?  She can always laugh at herself.  Which gives us the gift of laughing with her.


Libby said she was drawing a mansion in art class.  I asked her what it looked like. She said the coolest thing about her mansion was that it had a hot tub AND a sonya!

I gotta tell you...I love hot tubs.  But those sonyas are way too hot for me.

 

Time Out

It's been almost exactly a year since I last posted.  That was when things with Frank started to really go down hill.  I just didn't have the heart to write any more.  But this is something that is good for me and I have committed to blogging again.  My kids get such joy out of reading the older books I have created from years past.  I want them to continue to have those memories.  I'm going to back date some posts going back to January, and then I'll go forward from there.