Well today happened to be one of those unplanned and wonderful days. After spending 19 hours in the car driving from Florida to PA, we arrived home at 2:15 am... after 5 1/2 hours of sleep, I realized that today was the frozen food auction... I managed to pull myself together, and head out in the van to the auction and here were my deals for this haul...
12- #5 cans of misc beans( green, black, pinto, and two cans of potaotoes) value of $65
24 twinkies - value $24
56 chocolate chip cookies - value $15
4 bags of milk chocolate covered pretzels
6 bags of white chocolate covered pretzels - value $24.90
4 boxes of snyder hard pretzels - value $14.36
40 strawberry pop tarts - value $10
2 pomolive dish soap - $7
5 Suave deoderants - $18.95
4 boxes of Krimpets - $ 17.00
2 case of Stride 10 packs each - $22.98
13 boxes of kids cliff bars - $51
30 lbs of hashbrowns - $120.00
6 lbs of turkey meatballs - $59.88
6 packs of mashed potatoes 17.88
4 large frozen red skin mashed potatoes - $28 68
10.5 lbs of white fish - $131.00
8 petite fillets - $57.00
12 tombstone pepperoni pizzas - $ 59.88
3 - 5 lb blocks of sliced american cheese - $27.00
9 lbs of bologna lunchmeat - $ 80.91
10 lb pork shoulder -$71.97
20 lbs of smoked ham - $134.00
10 lbs of boneless ham - $47.00
24 pork chops - $ 131.92
6 lbs of tenderloin - $ 72.00
10 bags of chicken nuggets - $83.00
Grand total retail value - $1,392.....
I scored all this for $360.00
Really, you can't make this stuff up! Gotta Love Love Love a good deal!
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
A letter from Grumpy
As many of you know - Grumpy has been gone from us for 6 weeks now. He is currently residing at a therapeutic residential boys camp. While 6 weeks seems like a long time, the duration of the program is between 18 -24 months in length. Grumpy is "honeymooning" well (we think in the hopes of getting out early for good behavior) but is starting to wear tired of keeping it together all the time and is beginning to exhibit some of the issues that caused us to partner with this camp for him! SO for those of you that are praying...keep it up. Pray for him to get to the end of himself, that in that brokenness he will come to see what Christ wants for his life!
So I digress -- back to the issue at hand - the celebrations of Moms!
Yesterday was the end of his first 6 weeks. It was also the night of the Mother Son Banquet. Here is the letter that my son wrote to me as prior to my coming to dinner:
Dear Mom,
Roses are red, violets are blue, mom I really miss you.
Roses are red, violets are purple and you love is like a giant circle.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I love you and God does too.
I really like your amazing cooking skills. I appreciate you spending time with me, especially to help me when you could have been spending time with the others in the family. You are amazing because you help me when I am sick, you wash my clothes, and helped me make my room my own. You also spend lots of time keeping the house neat. Thanks for caring about my health and my educatation. Thanks for adopting me and my siblings, Sneezy, Happy and Bashful. You are the best mom in the world and I am proud to be your son.
Love, Grumpy
Well the chiefs at camp thought that Grumpy's letter was among the top 3 letters from the campers to their moms and asked if he would read it at dinner - He was to shy, but he did allow the chief to read it to the group and there was not a dry eye by the end.
To say that I am proud of Grumpy would be an understatement. I am excited and hopeful about what the Lord is doing in his life. I am grateful for the young men of God that stand in my and the Princes absence and teach, and encourage, and minister to these broken boys, each day, 7 days a week, six weeks at a time without a break, because of their love of the Lord and for these boys. The road is long - the journey seems daunting at times, but God is faithful in all things including this !!
So I digress -- back to the issue at hand - the celebrations of Moms!
Yesterday was the end of his first 6 weeks. It was also the night of the Mother Son Banquet. Here is the letter that my son wrote to me as prior to my coming to dinner:
Dear Mom,
Roses are red, violets are blue, mom I really miss you.
Roses are red, violets are purple and you love is like a giant circle.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I love you and God does too.
I really like your amazing cooking skills. I appreciate you spending time with me, especially to help me when you could have been spending time with the others in the family. You are amazing because you help me when I am sick, you wash my clothes, and helped me make my room my own. You also spend lots of time keeping the house neat. Thanks for caring about my health and my educatation. Thanks for adopting me and my siblings, Sneezy, Happy and Bashful. You are the best mom in the world and I am proud to be your son.
Love, Grumpy
Well the chiefs at camp thought that Grumpy's letter was among the top 3 letters from the campers to their moms and asked if he would read it at dinner - He was to shy, but he did allow the chief to read it to the group and there was not a dry eye by the end.
To say that I am proud of Grumpy would be an understatement. I am excited and hopeful about what the Lord is doing in his life. I am grateful for the young men of God that stand in my and the Princes absence and teach, and encourage, and minister to these broken boys, each day, 7 days a week, six weeks at a time without a break, because of their love of the Lord and for these boys. The road is long - the journey seems daunting at times, but God is faithful in all things including this !!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
New Normal
Well time has been flying by at a faster than normal clip these days - seems the older I get, the faster the days pass for me...
Yesterday we took our eldest to college. There was much speculation about Doc and the beginning of her college career. Just about as much speculation about how we as her parents were going to hold up. But I am happy to report, it was time. Time for Doc to start a new stage in life, time for her to spread her wings, become that independent beautiful creature that God and we, have prepared her to be! And time for her father and I to rejoice in the milestone of our eldest being equipped and ready for this stage of life. Without our years of faithful and long-suffering love, patience, prayers, and direction, she would not have been so prepared, so I pause for just one small second to say -- well done to myself and the prince!
However for those of you that long for the details - we left our driveway at 6:18 am and progressed to the campus at a rate of 70 mph - in just under 3 hours. We were swiftly escorted to a parking garage and given a number 80 for our dorm and as Faith went to retrieve her room key and paperwork, the prince and I sat back and smiled! As our car number was called we left the parking garage and headed to the drop off area outside the dorm, where a pile of students greeted us and helped us carry all of Doc's belongings in to the building... smooth - no blown backs, no repeated trips up and back - in one fell swoop, van emptied. We selected a bed, a closet, and a dresser and desk and set to making the space her own.
To say we are proud of her would be an understatement. To say that she is one of the great joys in our life would be an accurate assessment of our love for her. In all this, we know that God loves her more than we do, and that it was indeed time for this stage of life!
The van as we started loading it - about two more suitcases went in - another three boxes a backpack and a sports bag and two bags of Doritos! (thanks Aunt Shelly)
The Prince and I left the campus at 1:10 - we never felt the earth quake and neither did she... we prayed with her, hugged and kissed her, and said our good byes... not a single tear was shed. You can't make this stuff up!
Yesterday we took our eldest to college. There was much speculation about Doc and the beginning of her college career. Just about as much speculation about how we as her parents were going to hold up. But I am happy to report, it was time. Time for Doc to start a new stage in life, time for her to spread her wings, become that independent beautiful creature that God and we, have prepared her to be! And time for her father and I to rejoice in the milestone of our eldest being equipped and ready for this stage of life. Without our years of faithful and long-suffering love, patience, prayers, and direction, she would not have been so prepared, so I pause for just one small second to say -- well done to myself and the prince!
However for those of you that long for the details - we left our driveway at 6:18 am and progressed to the campus at a rate of 70 mph - in just under 3 hours. We were swiftly escorted to a parking garage and given a number 80 for our dorm and as Faith went to retrieve her room key and paperwork, the prince and I sat back and smiled! As our car number was called we left the parking garage and headed to the drop off area outside the dorm, where a pile of students greeted us and helped us carry all of Doc's belongings in to the building... smooth - no blown backs, no repeated trips up and back - in one fell swoop, van emptied. We selected a bed, a closet, and a dresser and desk and set to making the space her own.
To say we are proud of her would be an understatement. To say that she is one of the great joys in our life would be an accurate assessment of our love for her. In all this, we know that God loves her more than we do, and that it was indeed time for this stage of life!
Bryan singing his happy Duke's song as we got off the exit for the campus!
Walking up to Doc's dorm from the Quad
Saturday, June 25, 2011
I can't believe it my eldest is a Duke!
Well today started out bright and early. The hubby and I were headed to the school of Doc's dreams, to "springboard" into the college experience with her, our eldest!
First of all I wonder, "Am I really old enough to have a child that is going to college?" Well yes, yes I am! Secondly I wondered about this university. With all the choices for higher education out there, we really stood back and let our eldest apply to, any and all schools of her choosing.
We tried to stay out of the mix, knowing that if she was accepted to schools that she was interested in, the chances of her actually attending classes and doing well would significantly increase!
Graduation was a great opportunity to beam with pride as I watched my eldest take yet another step towards becoming a wonderful, independent young woman. It was a chance to reflect, and laugh and cry. It was also a great opportunity to throw a BIG party! However in the midst of all that, I still did not really grasp the next stage, or the "big deal" about what is lying around the corner. In my mind, while it was the next logical step, I was concerned because I was not stressed about it or overly concerned per say.
College. Acceptance to her "dream" school. A new mailing address. Independent thinking. Making decisions without my input or insight or years of wisdom. (insert chuckle here) Was I as ready for this as I thought I was? Was Doc ready for this stage in life?
So backing up to our departure time for this "springboard" event...
4:45 am is a great time to go for a run, but not such a great time to go from lying down to sitting in a car for 2 1/2 hours... so I after some chatter, I find a semi- comfortable position in my seat and proceed to do what every good and concerned mother would do in this situation.... catch up on some sleep!
Now keep in mind this is my first trip to the university. Doc and her father have traveled this road together before, frankly on the way to many a vacation spots over the years, I have also traveled this road, however the purpose of this trip down 81 was to stop off and visit "our dream school" ...not continue on to another destination.
So off to sleep I go as slight and delicate snores coming from myself in the backseat (so I was informed) I wake just in time to change into my "walking" shoes, arriving in the parking lot of the university refreshed and in need of coffee at about 7:45 am. As we enter the parking lot we are greeted by a purple cheer-er... okay so there really is a name for them, they are OPA's - and throughout the day I would see many of these young adults in purple cheering us on to our next location, encouraging us with kind words, asking us if we needed assistance... as I begin to wonder, "Will Doc become one of these purple people in years to come?"
We are almost immediately split off from our first born. She is headed to do student registration and we are headed in the opposite direction for parent registration. We meet again to be herded into the auditorium for some combined welcoming information and a basic overview of the day.
So far my view of the campus has been limited, as has been my interaction with the the people other than other parents and the purple cheer squad. Yet I still am at peace. I feel comfortable. I think I like it here. The walk in from the parking lot was nice and scenic, but somewhat limited, and with a speed walker as a husband and an anxious child, there really was not time for taking in the beauty around me, that would just have to wait.
As far as I was able to capture in my time standing in the very long line to use the ladies restroom during breaks, this university prides itself on friendliness, and integrating the families and students into the fold as quickly as possible, and I don't just mean, writing the checks for tuition. Many of the "seasoned" moms in line stated that other universities just mailed details to their home for their student, there was no formal information day like this event, that here at this university, they went above and beyond what was expected to make sure everyone, parent and students, felt welcomed, informed and encouraged. We heard from an assortment of administration heads, and even the president of the university himself, regarding ways to be involved, the services at the school for us and our students. We got to eat lunch in the dining hall, that by the way is ranked #3 in the nation according to the Princeton review... and talk to staff and administrators in any area of the school where we were needing additional direction or assistance figuring things out.
Now being that this was my first experience at said university, really any university in over 20 years, I would say that I was significantly impressed! Once I was able to make it outside for a walk on the campus with my "sweet" tea, ( until that moment I forgot that I was down south!) I was able to see the beauty of this fully mature, well manicured, well maintained campus. No wonder Doc fell in love with it so many years ago! It really felt like an extension of home.
It would be an understatement to say that it was a long day. Six hours sitting in a car - 7 hours sitting in meetings is a lot of sitting for such a beautiful day as yesterday. But the trip was such a blessing to this mom. My soul is at peace, not only about the choice that my daughter has made, and may I say, all by herself, but also in the location, the facilities, the administration and staff, the fellow students....and the fact that she is ready for this new stage in her life!
But more importantly, I don't have to feel guilty about NOT being anxious or concerned about her being ready for this transition now that I fully grasp and understand it ! As I indicated, earlier my sleep on the way to the campus, was born out of comfort knowing that Doc is prepared, socially, academically, spiritually for this next phase in her life.
The day just secured those facts in my mind as well as a few others that I had been thinking but was hesitant to say out loud for fear of sounding harsh and unkind. But thanks to the purple OPA's I feel free to express even these thougths in love and with a smile to my adult daughter as she heads out to university:
No, I will not send money - You should get a job!
No, you do not need your car - take the free bus that runs on and off campus!
I am sorry you don't feel well, have you tried washing your sheets?
It was great to hear over and over again that there is no room at this campus for helicopter parents! That I do not need to feel guilty because I am not overly anxious, or concerned about how Doc will manage without me, because she is doing that already.
I am proud of her and of the young woman that we have raised. Here is a cheer to the future!
GO Dukes!
First of all I wonder, "Am I really old enough to have a child that is going to college?" Well yes, yes I am! Secondly I wondered about this university. With all the choices for higher education out there, we really stood back and let our eldest apply to, any and all schools of her choosing.
We tried to stay out of the mix, knowing that if she was accepted to schools that she was interested in, the chances of her actually attending classes and doing well would significantly increase!
Graduation was a great opportunity to beam with pride as I watched my eldest take yet another step towards becoming a wonderful, independent young woman. It was a chance to reflect, and laugh and cry. It was also a great opportunity to throw a BIG party! However in the midst of all that, I still did not really grasp the next stage, or the "big deal" about what is lying around the corner. In my mind, while it was the next logical step, I was concerned because I was not stressed about it or overly concerned per say.
College. Acceptance to her "dream" school. A new mailing address. Independent thinking. Making decisions without my input or insight or years of wisdom. (insert chuckle here) Was I as ready for this as I thought I was? Was Doc ready for this stage in life?
So backing up to our departure time for this "springboard" event...
4:45 am is a great time to go for a run, but not such a great time to go from lying down to sitting in a car for 2 1/2 hours... so I after some chatter, I find a semi- comfortable position in my seat and proceed to do what every good and concerned mother would do in this situation.... catch up on some sleep!
Now keep in mind this is my first trip to the university. Doc and her father have traveled this road together before, frankly on the way to many a vacation spots over the years, I have also traveled this road, however the purpose of this trip down 81 was to stop off and visit "our dream school" ...not continue on to another destination.
So off to sleep I go as slight and delicate snores coming from myself in the backseat (so I was informed) I wake just in time to change into my "walking" shoes, arriving in the parking lot of the university refreshed and in need of coffee at about 7:45 am. As we enter the parking lot we are greeted by a purple cheer-er... okay so there really is a name for them, they are OPA's - and throughout the day I would see many of these young adults in purple cheering us on to our next location, encouraging us with kind words, asking us if we needed assistance... as I begin to wonder, "Will Doc become one of these purple people in years to come?"
We are almost immediately split off from our first born. She is headed to do student registration and we are headed in the opposite direction for parent registration. We meet again to be herded into the auditorium for some combined welcoming information and a basic overview of the day.
So far my view of the campus has been limited, as has been my interaction with the the people other than other parents and the purple cheer squad. Yet I still am at peace. I feel comfortable. I think I like it here. The walk in from the parking lot was nice and scenic, but somewhat limited, and with a speed walker as a husband and an anxious child, there really was not time for taking in the beauty around me, that would just have to wait.
As far as I was able to capture in my time standing in the very long line to use the ladies restroom during breaks, this university prides itself on friendliness, and integrating the families and students into the fold as quickly as possible, and I don't just mean, writing the checks for tuition. Many of the "seasoned" moms in line stated that other universities just mailed details to their home for their student, there was no formal information day like this event, that here at this university, they went above and beyond what was expected to make sure everyone, parent and students, felt welcomed, informed and encouraged. We heard from an assortment of administration heads, and even the president of the university himself, regarding ways to be involved, the services at the school for us and our students. We got to eat lunch in the dining hall, that by the way is ranked #3 in the nation according to the Princeton review... and talk to staff and administrators in any area of the school where we were needing additional direction or assistance figuring things out.
Now being that this was my first experience at said university, really any university in over 20 years, I would say that I was significantly impressed! Once I was able to make it outside for a walk on the campus with my "sweet" tea, ( until that moment I forgot that I was down south!) I was able to see the beauty of this fully mature, well manicured, well maintained campus. No wonder Doc fell in love with it so many years ago! It really felt like an extension of home.
It would be an understatement to say that it was a long day. Six hours sitting in a car - 7 hours sitting in meetings is a lot of sitting for such a beautiful day as yesterday. But the trip was such a blessing to this mom. My soul is at peace, not only about the choice that my daughter has made, and may I say, all by herself, but also in the location, the facilities, the administration and staff, the fellow students....and the fact that she is ready for this new stage in her life!
But more importantly, I don't have to feel guilty about NOT being anxious or concerned about her being ready for this transition now that I fully grasp and understand it ! As I indicated, earlier my sleep on the way to the campus, was born out of comfort knowing that Doc is prepared, socially, academically, spiritually for this next phase in her life.
The day just secured those facts in my mind as well as a few others that I had been thinking but was hesitant to say out loud for fear of sounding harsh and unkind. But thanks to the purple OPA's I feel free to express even these thougths in love and with a smile to my adult daughter as she heads out to university:
No, I will not send money - You should get a job!
No, you do not need your car - take the free bus that runs on and off campus!
I am sorry you don't feel well, have you tried washing your sheets?
It was great to hear over and over again that there is no room at this campus for helicopter parents! That I do not need to feel guilty because I am not overly anxious, or concerned about how Doc will manage without me, because she is doing that already.
I am proud of her and of the young woman that we have raised. Here is a cheer to the future!
GO Dukes!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
It is all starting to click!
This week has been filled with many of the same, very typical issues as any other week. However in the midst of the mundane, there has been a glimmer of hope! A ray that has burst through at the most unexpected time, in the most unexpected way... Happy is starting to "get it" Get what you may be wondering... and rightly so. Each dwarf, with their multitude of issues does leave one scratching their head wondering!
I have been contacted twice this week by Happy's teacher who is amazed and encouraged by the transformation in young Happy. It is important to remember that he is 13 as you read this, because you may think that this is the youngest of the dwarfs.... but the milestone is a big one and one that we are celebrating along with his teacher!!
This is the second email in two consecutive days, and for those of you that personally know Happy, this is huge, because he still struggles to remember his phone number and address!
Good evening! I had to write again and tell you about Happy's reading class! His enthusiasm for reading has been tremendous! Typically he takes his time coming back to the table for small group, finding all items out of place, and placing them in there appropriate place; finding where the "action" is, rather than promptly finding his way to my table. Today he was the first one back, had his materials ready and open to the correct page, had my book ready and open, and was encouraging his group members to quickly join him... He was eager and ready to learn! He volunteered for every opportunity to read and respond! He knew every answer and read beautifully; again multisyllabic words with prefixes and suffixes! He was beaming!!! His enthusiasm encouraged his group mates to volunteer and read to perfection. Happy was actually assisting the others in sounding out words and was offering "strategies" to the decoding of words! I was SPEECHLESS!!! He knew all the strategies I have been reinforcing all year! Your beloved son brought streams of joyful reward down my face! Today was one of those "I am so proud to teach children with special needs" moments! Moments I wish I could capture and bottle up and share with their families. Such an honor it is to educate your son. He is a BLESSING in MY life. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of his.
With love and honor,
Just wanted to share in this milestone! Because you just can't make this stuff up!
I have been contacted twice this week by Happy's teacher who is amazed and encouraged by the transformation in young Happy. It is important to remember that he is 13 as you read this, because you may think that this is the youngest of the dwarfs.... but the milestone is a big one and one that we are celebrating along with his teacher!!
This is the second email in two consecutive days, and for those of you that personally know Happy, this is huge, because he still struggles to remember his phone number and address!
Good evening! I had to write again and tell you about Happy's reading class! His enthusiasm for reading has been tremendous! Typically he takes his time coming back to the table for small group, finding all items out of place, and placing them in there appropriate place; finding where the "action" is, rather than promptly finding his way to my table. Today he was the first one back, had his materials ready and open to the correct page, had my book ready and open, and was encouraging his group members to quickly join him... He was eager and ready to learn! He volunteered for every opportunity to read and respond! He knew every answer and read beautifully; again multisyllabic words with prefixes and suffixes! He was beaming!!! His enthusiasm encouraged his group mates to volunteer and read to perfection. Happy was actually assisting the others in sounding out words and was offering "strategies" to the decoding of words! I was SPEECHLESS!!! He knew all the strategies I have been reinforcing all year! Your beloved son brought streams of joyful reward down my face! Today was one of those "I am so proud to teach children with special needs" moments! Moments I wish I could capture and bottle up and share with their families. Such an honor it is to educate your son. He is a BLESSING in MY life. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of his.
With love and honor,
Just wanted to share in this milestone! Because you just can't make this stuff up!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Eggs, Oh how tempting!
Okay - here is the situation - every year we make 100's of Peanut Butter, Butter Cream and Coconut Easter Eggs, it is just what we do....
And it is a long process that usually involves me finishing the storage and pack of the eggs the next day - hence leaving a host of eggs at the "ready" in the garage...
Last year we had issues with the one of the dwarfs touching them all. We had small finger prints in the fresh chocolate and no one would lay claim to them, so in my typical style I went dwarf by dwarf and held fingers up to the prints until I had a match --- Winner, Bashful.
Well this year the tale is the same - much work, many eggs and residual eggs hanging out in the garage. This morning at about 6:45 am I hear the screen door to the garage banging. It is important to say that there are no small people allowed up at our house on the weekends until 7am....
So grumbling I haul myself out of bed to figure out who and why they are up before the agreed upon time.
I come downstairs to see Happy, in the kitchen. "Good Morning Son... Do you know what time it is, he reads the time to me from the digital clock on the stove, 6:55" he says. Okay I ask him to repeat the rule to me about what time to get up. " It is almost 7 he says." To which I am thrilled to hear that he is capturing the essence of time telling. "yes, I agree it is almost 7, but the deal is you stay in bed until 7."
Now while I am making my coffee and chatting with Happy, I see that there is something on his lip. So I ask him what he was doing in the garage. "I was checking to see if we have more milk" "Did we?" I ask. "Yes" he says. What did you have for breakfast? You have food on your face. "Umm stammers Happy, Cereal? I had some cereal." Well the coffee pot is by the sink, so I glance in the sink --- I know this is going to shock you, but there is NO cereal bowl in the sink, No cereal containers out on the counter and no milk drippings on the table... so Happy DID NOT have cereal.
During this time he wipes away the evidence and now I don't know what was on his lips, but I have a hunch - so I ask him to come over to me and open his mouth. He wont open very wide, so I force his jaws open only to see that his back molars are filled with a dark substance.
So I say to the boy - were you eat ting Peanut butter eggs in the garage this morning??? NO he says.
I make him sit in a chair and re think his story, while I go fill in the Prince on the details... Shockingly enough Happy stands firm in his lie for over 30 minutes... and when he finally confesses that he ate the eggs in the garage, he is angry that he cant have what he wants to eat when he wants to ---
You know that funny thing about this is, if he had told the truth, I would not have been mad. Moreover, if he had asked for an egg, I would have let him eat one, because that is what I was thinking about when I came down for my morning cup of coffee... a delicious peanut butter egg and a hot cup of coffee for breakfast would be so delicious...
Needless to say Happy has no egg privileges today - maybe even tomorrow for lying and lying and lying some more about his sneaking eggs in the garage for breakfast this morning ----
Really you can't make this stuff up!
And it is a long process that usually involves me finishing the storage and pack of the eggs the next day - hence leaving a host of eggs at the "ready" in the garage...
Last year we had issues with the one of the dwarfs touching them all. We had small finger prints in the fresh chocolate and no one would lay claim to them, so in my typical style I went dwarf by dwarf and held fingers up to the prints until I had a match --- Winner, Bashful.
Well this year the tale is the same - much work, many eggs and residual eggs hanging out in the garage. This morning at about 6:45 am I hear the screen door to the garage banging. It is important to say that there are no small people allowed up at our house on the weekends until 7am....
So grumbling I haul myself out of bed to figure out who and why they are up before the agreed upon time.
I come downstairs to see Happy, in the kitchen. "Good Morning Son... Do you know what time it is, he reads the time to me from the digital clock on the stove, 6:55" he says. Okay I ask him to repeat the rule to me about what time to get up. " It is almost 7 he says." To which I am thrilled to hear that he is capturing the essence of time telling. "yes, I agree it is almost 7, but the deal is you stay in bed until 7."
Now while I am making my coffee and chatting with Happy, I see that there is something on his lip. So I ask him what he was doing in the garage. "I was checking to see if we have more milk" "Did we?" I ask. "Yes" he says. What did you have for breakfast? You have food on your face. "Umm stammers Happy, Cereal? I had some cereal." Well the coffee pot is by the sink, so I glance in the sink --- I know this is going to shock you, but there is NO cereal bowl in the sink, No cereal containers out on the counter and no milk drippings on the table... so Happy DID NOT have cereal.
During this time he wipes away the evidence and now I don't know what was on his lips, but I have a hunch - so I ask him to come over to me and open his mouth. He wont open very wide, so I force his jaws open only to see that his back molars are filled with a dark substance.
So I say to the boy - were you eat ting Peanut butter eggs in the garage this morning??? NO he says.
I make him sit in a chair and re think his story, while I go fill in the Prince on the details... Shockingly enough Happy stands firm in his lie for over 30 minutes... and when he finally confesses that he ate the eggs in the garage, he is angry that he cant have what he wants to eat when he wants to ---
You know that funny thing about this is, if he had told the truth, I would not have been mad. Moreover, if he had asked for an egg, I would have let him eat one, because that is what I was thinking about when I came down for my morning cup of coffee... a delicious peanut butter egg and a hot cup of coffee for breakfast would be so delicious...
Needless to say Happy has no egg privileges today - maybe even tomorrow for lying and lying and lying some more about his sneaking eggs in the garage for breakfast this morning ----
Really you can't make this stuff up!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I May Have Set A Record
Typically I expect that perhaps I will get one or two dings on my vehicles in a year's time, but this year, three of the four Lingle vehicles have experiences some type of minor or major incident. Of course none of them the 20+ year old Subaru that my prince loves and enjoys so much...
Early in the fall I was on the WEST shore, YIKES, lost as I usually am there, so in my haste to reposition myself into a turning lane, I accidentally bumped into a man that was already in the turning lane... He was "just going for a sandwich" there was minor (and that is too big of a description of the situation) damage done and even when the police officer arrived he laughed at the man to taking the time to call for such a situation. This was in Faith's car.
Fast forward to December when we bought a great little white Nissan for me to drive around town... one owner previously, garage kept, great stereo, heated leather seats, sun roof - ah the life! Well 9days before we could remove the 3 month registration sticker from the rear window, a woman leaving an ally and crossing over a lane of oncoming traffic ran right into the front of my sweet little white car. (Insert sad face here) The police officer said that I can drive it home that it did not need towed and sited her and on we went.
After two weeks of dealing with insurance, and estimates etc it was determined that they were just going to total the car - but we just got the car... so upon further investigation we were able to find that we could take the total check - purchase a salvage license and take the car to the body shop or our choice - and have the repairs done - which is what we did - we had a rental for about two weeks and our car was done in about 3 weeks and so not even two weeks ago we picked up our car from the body shop !
Last week on the way to cooking class - in my 15 passenger Van - a lady traveling behind me, claiming to have not seen me, rear- ended me. Causing damage to the rear of my van and destroying her vehicle totally. I am sure she was not going 15 mph like she told the police!! Because the total in repairs to this vehicle is $3,800 ... Now the part about these accidents is that they really can disrupt one's day and or week!
Not only was I late to work that night - the next day, I felt like I had been hit by a MAC truck - significant muscle relaxers have helped make me feel a bit better during the day, ex rays indicated nothing was broken, and the lesson that I learned here, is that for all the years that I used to make fun of people in fender benders wearing neck braces and going to physical therapy, I now have been hit with enough force to make my body revolt.
In all praising God for his provisions of kids that were kept safe, and equipment that was in the back of the van unharmed, and that a good friend driving by could bless me and another could come help me get set up for class that night!
Really though? Two accidents in 9 weeks??? You just can't make this stuff up!
Early in the fall I was on the WEST shore, YIKES, lost as I usually am there, so in my haste to reposition myself into a turning lane, I accidentally bumped into a man that was already in the turning lane... He was "just going for a sandwich" there was minor (and that is too big of a description of the situation) damage done and even when the police officer arrived he laughed at the man to taking the time to call for such a situation. This was in Faith's car.
Fast forward to December when we bought a great little white Nissan for me to drive around town... one owner previously, garage kept, great stereo, heated leather seats, sun roof - ah the life! Well 9days before we could remove the 3 month registration sticker from the rear window, a woman leaving an ally and crossing over a lane of oncoming traffic ran right into the front of my sweet little white car. (Insert sad face here) The police officer said that I can drive it home that it did not need towed and sited her and on we went.
After two weeks of dealing with insurance, and estimates etc it was determined that they were just going to total the car - but we just got the car... so upon further investigation we were able to find that we could take the total check - purchase a salvage license and take the car to the body shop or our choice - and have the repairs done - which is what we did - we had a rental for about two weeks and our car was done in about 3 weeks and so not even two weeks ago we picked up our car from the body shop !
Last week on the way to cooking class - in my 15 passenger Van - a lady traveling behind me, claiming to have not seen me, rear- ended me. Causing damage to the rear of my van and destroying her vehicle totally. I am sure she was not going 15 mph like she told the police!! Because the total in repairs to this vehicle is $3,800 ... Now the part about these accidents is that they really can disrupt one's day and or week!
Not only was I late to work that night - the next day, I felt like I had been hit by a MAC truck - significant muscle relaxers have helped make me feel a bit better during the day, ex rays indicated nothing was broken, and the lesson that I learned here, is that for all the years that I used to make fun of people in fender benders wearing neck braces and going to physical therapy, I now have been hit with enough force to make my body revolt.
In all praising God for his provisions of kids that were kept safe, and equipment that was in the back of the van unharmed, and that a good friend driving by could bless me and another could come help me get set up for class that night!
Really though? Two accidents in 9 weeks??? You just can't make this stuff up!
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