I only have 1188 songs on my iPod....
My musical tastes are, well, odd at best. Hubby says it will be the sign of the apocolypse one day when I hit shuffle and we hear Amazing Grace, followed by Superfreak. Many years ago, when I had my albums alphabetized I used to laugh that it went from Amy Grant to ZZ Top.
Anyway, I found this on a couple of different blogs and decided to give it a try.
Thanks to Paula’s Place: http://paulafasciano.blogspot.com/ and Holly Daze http://hollyzzdavis.blogspot.com/ for this one. :)
1. Put your music on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag ** friends who might enjoy doing the meme as well as the person you got the meme from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
You Might Think - The Cars
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
I'll be Home For Christmas - Brad Paisley
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Rumor Has It - Clay Walker
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Summer Highland Falls - Billy Joel
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
In a Little While - Amy Grant
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Huckleberry _ Toby Keith
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right - Billy Currington
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Sapphire Bullets of Love - They Might Be Giants
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Good to Go to Mexico - Toby Keith
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Yes! - Chad Brock
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
She's Got a Way - Billy Joel
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Online - Brad Paisley
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Redneck Woman - Gretchen Wilson
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
It is Well With my Soul - Wayne Watson
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
There is a God- Valleydale Celebration Choir and Orchestra
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
I Ran (So Far Away) - Flock of Seagulls
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
What Child is This? Vince Guaraldi - Charlie Brown Christmas
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
More Than a Feeling - Boston
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
She's a Beauty - The Tubes
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Friends in Low Places - Garth Brooks
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
I Left Something Turned On at Home - Trace Adkins
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
The Ballad of Billy the Kid - Billy Joel
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Jungle Love - The Time
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
How Great Thou Art - Elvis Presley
WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Can't Get Enough of Your Love, Baby - Barry White
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Atomic Dog - George Clinton
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Homegrown Tomatoes - Guy Clark
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
I Play Chicken With the Train - Cowboy Troy
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Escape(The Pina Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Penguin, James Penguin - Brad Paisley
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
All I want for Christmas...
...is my 2 front teeth!
Yep, the Tooth Fairy is on her way to our house yet again! We don't know what happened to the tooth, and he doesn't care. This is his 4th lost tooth and only one of them we found. But Tooth Fairy understands and gives him credit for it anyway. Anyway, he lost it just in time - I may have to go download the Chipmunks version of '2 front teeth', just because it will annoy hubby to no end.
Well the good news on the stomach virus is that it has lasted just under 24 hrs for each of us. Lindsey got sick last night, and we had to throw away a teddy bear and her favorite pillow "Pilly". Yes, her pillow has a name and apparently is a girl pillow as Pilly is always referrred to as a 'she'. Anyway, we agreed that a new Pilly (this will be Pilly #3) will top her wish list. Let's hope Santa can handle that. It's a light up pillow - with an LED color changing light inside. Anyway, we are all feeling much better now...and we are praying that our recent guests will all be fine.
I was going to start Christmas decorating Sunday, but felt too bad to do anything - so hopefully we'll get started tonight or tomorrow. I found a crossing guard ornament, and a flamingo ornament to commemorate their Halloween costumes this year - so that's new, plus I got an 'arch' ornament from St Louis, but those are my only new decorations so far this year.
I think I'll go finish taking down the last of my scarecrows and other 'fall' themed decorations so I can start dragging out the other stuff.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
An evening with Fragile friends
So our local FX group gathered at our house last night. We had 4 families - 8 adults - 9 kids(all between the ages of 3 and 9) - 3 girls - all full mutation, and 6 boys, 4 with the full mutation. It is good to gather with friends who understand, though - friends who don't give you odd looks when you have to excuse yourself to change your 5 yr old's pull-ups. It was great fun... the kids trashed the playroom, but that's what playrooms are for right? I think in my desire to clean up earlier in the day, I stressed out Lindsey a bit too much, because she came downstairs crying because 'we worked so hard and now it's all ruined!' Note to self...next time don't bother cleaning the kids' rooms.
Anyway, the big issue of the moment is one of our local school systems has decided to end their preschool program. They had been widely praised for the program, which is comprised of 50% special needs and 50% typically developing kids. The excuse, as I understand it, is that there is a federal mandate requiring then to educate children in their natural environment (home or daycare), also they are saying that they are required to have a 70/30 preschool ratio by the federal mandate, which they don't have the space to do. But they are really just cutting costs. They refuse to offer my friend's 9 year old services, even though she has a fx diagnosis and she did miserably on her standardized testing. Also her 3 year old brother was not admitted to the preschool program because he was doing too well. They offered him 30 minutes a month of OT, and no speech. Seriously, has anybody ever heard of a 3 year old boy with FX who shouldn't have speech therapy? And the reason he is 'doing so well' is because his parents are shelling out a fortune to put him in a private program. So I guess they have to take him out, put him in regular daycare, and wait for him to lose ground before they will do anything for him? Yeah, not gonna happen.
Anyway... school system beauracracies can be such fun, eh? But we had a good time swapping stories and laughing together, and I am thankful beyond words for friends who 'get it'.
And now I have to call my wonderful friends and warn them because overnight I began feeling ill, and now it seems that hubby and I have a stomach virus. How much are they going to love us if we gave them a stomach virus for Thanksgiving? Yeah. Fabulous.
Anyway, I guess we have an explanation for the random hurling we experienced from J a few days ago. Still it was just that one time and then he was fine again, so I didn't suspect a stomach virus. Now I need a Band-aid for my tummy.
Anyway, the big issue of the moment is one of our local school systems has decided to end their preschool program. They had been widely praised for the program, which is comprised of 50% special needs and 50% typically developing kids. The excuse, as I understand it, is that there is a federal mandate requiring then to educate children in their natural environment (home or daycare), also they are saying that they are required to have a 70/30 preschool ratio by the federal mandate, which they don't have the space to do. But they are really just cutting costs. They refuse to offer my friend's 9 year old services, even though she has a fx diagnosis and she did miserably on her standardized testing. Also her 3 year old brother was not admitted to the preschool program because he was doing too well. They offered him 30 minutes a month of OT, and no speech. Seriously, has anybody ever heard of a 3 year old boy with FX who shouldn't have speech therapy? And the reason he is 'doing so well' is because his parents are shelling out a fortune to put him in a private program. So I guess they have to take him out, put him in regular daycare, and wait for him to lose ground before they will do anything for him? Yeah, not gonna happen.
Anyway... school system beauracracies can be such fun, eh? But we had a good time swapping stories and laughing together, and I am thankful beyond words for friends who 'get it'.
And now I have to call my wonderful friends and warn them because overnight I began feeling ill, and now it seems that hubby and I have a stomach virus. How much are they going to love us if we gave them a stomach virus for Thanksgiving? Yeah. Fabulous.
Anyway, I guess we have an explanation for the random hurling we experienced from J a few days ago. Still it was just that one time and then he was fine again, so I didn't suspect a stomach virus. Now I need a Band-aid for my tummy.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
A Band-Aid for my tummy...
J: I need a Band-Aid, Mommy
Me: do you have a boo-boo?
J: I need a Band-Aid for my tummy.
Cute, hmmm? No boo-boo on his tummy, and he's been playing and snacking all afternoon like normal, but big sis loves Band-Aids and is always looking for an excuse to get one, so I figure he's just imitating her, right? Nope.
Apparently, "I need a Band-Aid for my tummy" is code for "I'm about to hurl recycled mac and cheese and yogurt all over the carpet". Yeah. Thanks for the warning, son.
And now, he's running about chasing his sister and acting perfectly normal as if nothing happened.
Me: do you have a boo-boo?
J: I need a Band-Aid for my tummy.
Cute, hmmm? No boo-boo on his tummy, and he's been playing and snacking all afternoon like normal, but big sis loves Band-Aids and is always looking for an excuse to get one, so I figure he's just imitating her, right? Nope.
Apparently, "I need a Band-Aid for my tummy" is code for "I'm about to hurl recycled mac and cheese and yogurt all over the carpet". Yeah. Thanks for the warning, son.
And now, he's running about chasing his sister and acting perfectly normal as if nothing happened.
Invisible mom
I got this in an email the other day and I just loved it and wanted to post it for those of you who might not have read this one yet. :)
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals- we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this ? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte , with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals- we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Great Job, MOM!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Halloween and other updates
So here they are, my little flamingo and crossing guard. J is obsessed with the crossing guard at school and 'directs traffic' at the end of our driveway every day after school - so easy costume. Lindsey originally wanted to be Ariel (Little Mermaid) but she has been a Disney Princess every year for several years so I asked her to be a little more creative. So she wanted to be a flamingo. So 4 pink feather boas and a lot of hot glue went into this creation. She's Pinkalicious!
Yesterday I was trying out my new camera and chatting with the kids about the pumpkins we decorated to match their costumes, so here's my first youtube video. :)
Let's see what else...it is the season for birthdays for us, so in the past week and a half we've had my dad, hubby, sis-in-law, nephew, and then last is me. I always jokingly gripe because I never get my own cake - I always get leftovers because we are all tired of cake by this point. Yikes, it's been nothing but cake and Halloween candy for weeks it seems. I think I want a birthday pizza instead.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Catching up...
Here I am again, wondering who I was kidding when I thought 'I should blog!' Grand intentions, no follow through - story of my life. Maybe I can blame it on fragile x? Nope...I think I'm just lazy. :)
So anyway, school is in full swing - Lindsey is in the 3rd grade and Justin is
in kindergarten. Lindsey is falling behind a bit in both reading and math. We spent hours last night trying to explain the concept of rounding to her, but she just looks at us like we are speaking another language.
in kindergarten. Lindsey is falling behind a bit in both reading and math. We spent hours last night trying to explain the concept of rounding to her, but she just looks at us like we are speaking another language. Here are a couple of '1st day of school' pics.
Lindsey loves being the big sis, so at the beginning of the school year there was always an aide there at the carpool line to assist in getting Justin to his class, but she's like 'no, I got it' and walks him to his class and helps him unpack his 
backpack and stuff. And so that continued, and somehow without us instructing her to do so, she just knew that she could gradually back off a bit each day. Now she just walks him to the kindergarten hallway and then watches him walk to his room. I'm so stinkin' proud. :)
backpack and stuff. And so that continued, and somehow without us instructing her to do so, she just knew that she could gradually back off a bit each day. Now she just walks him to the kindergarten hallway and then watches him walk to his room. I'm so stinkin' proud. :)Justin is quite the ladies man. Everybody wants to help Justin and sit by him. When I was there for lunch last week there were about 5 kids patting the seat next to them and calling to him to sit by them. The teacher tells me that when they go down stairs he gets nervous and says 'I can't do it' and one of the girls holds his hand and walks with him. Now he has no trouble with stairs anywhere else, but the lit
tle girls are cute, and I suspect he is enjoying the attention. Yesterday there was quite a drama over who would help Justin which ended with 2 girls crying and Justin grinning through the whole fight.
tle girls are cute, and I suspect he is enjoying the attention. Yesterday there was quite a drama over who would help Justin which ended with 2 girls crying and Justin grinning through the whole fight. 3rd grade boys, by the way, are really obnoxious. I was there for lunch again today, and the teachers in 3rd grade sit at the teacher's table in the center of the room rather than with the kids. One of the boys in Lindsey's class sat across from me and was using his plastic fork to fling small bits of bread up to the ceiling. I would have said something to him but I was more appalled by the boys at the next table who were apparently practicing for their frat party days. They were over there chanting 'chug! chug! chug!' while each other chugged their milk cartons. Good grief...where do they learn that? Anyway, it was just loud and obnoxious and I have FX too, so maybe I was just overstimulated...whatever. I'm not looking forward to lunch with 3rd graders again any time soon.
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