I'm going to give Kandy and Kip another reason to miss being over here in So.CA. Mark and Brian on the radio. They were talking about how people pronounce words incorrectly. It was so awsome! "Axe" instead of "Ask." There were many more, but I want you guys to think of some on your own.

My back hurts

If everything else fails to be consistant, I can always count on my back to have this dull, throbbing pain. Everytime my heart beats, there's my back pain. I blame it on a certain person, whom shall remain nameless. It all started in the 10th grade. I was at the beach with my sister and some friends. We all decided that it would be fun if the girls climbed on the guys backs, and have chicken fights. Whoever fell down first, lost. Usually, you would play this game in the water. Did we? NO! It was on the sand for us. What were we thinking? Anyhow, I climbed on. Did this guy let go of my legs when someone pushed us over? No! We both fell, he landed on me, and I landed on my tailbone! AAAA! I can still feel the agonizing pain shoot though my back. I'd never rode in an Ambulance until that night.

Last night we had the Simpson's and the Perrigan's come over for dinner. There was a total of 7 kids in our house. I love having families with lots of kids come over. Coming from a family with 5 kids, I know how it feels when "Certain People" give you that invite, and then say, "Oh, umm, I guess you can bring the kids." Kandy knows who I'm talkin' about. Don't get me wrong, I know there's always those parties that children wouldn't have very much fun at. We were like night and day when my parents took us out somewhere. We were little devils at home, and pure angels when they took us out. So, I don't know why certain people had a problem with us. Maybe we ate too many of their cheese and crackers or something. Or maybe it's because we always had that red stain of Kool-Ade on our upper lips. But we were kids dangit! That's what kids are about!

Sometimes when I read articles in magazines, I come across names of Doctors and professors. I always skip those parts, even if I'm reading out loud. I'll say, "Dr. Blee blah, blee blah blew, words, words, words." Then I'll continue reading. Those names are interrupting my precious reading time, dangit! I apoligize to anyone who may be a writer. I know you have to type in those names.

I love tests!


Thanks to Erin Walkers blog

My sister has her own blog

It's called Kandy's Dish. It should be pretty good, since she has the same sense of humour as Bob and I.

Happy St. Patty's Day!

I didn't wear green today, and no one has pinched me so far. I did get a kiss, even though I'm not Irish.

Finally! I have pictures to share with you.

The link is on the side bar. Bob put the titles on them, just so you don't think I'm full of myself. I don't have a digital camara. I just went to Costco and checked that I wanted the photo CD. Of course Bob did all of the technical stuff, while I sat by watching and saying, "Wait, how did you do that?"

Cheezus Pleezuz
or
Caleb's Consolation

So I'm making dinner this afternoon and I hear Caleb running up to me crying. He hobbles from side to side and in a whining voice, he explains that he fell on his knee. Immediately he looks up at the counter at the large pile of golden glory that I'm currently grating. Before I could reach down to hug him and do what mommies do best, he grabs the biggest handful of freshly shredded cheddar cheese that you can imagine, and just plows it into his mouth, all the while making sounds like a piglet that hadn't nursed in two days!

How can cheese win over a hug from mommy? I can't compete :-)

Happy 8th Anniversary!
To Kip and Kandy

I recall being the maid of honor at your wedding. It was soo beautiful! We were scared that it was going to rain because all week it was raining. We prayed that the rain wouldn't come until after the wedding was over. What happened? Just that. As soon as we got in the car, to drive the presents back home from the reception it poured! God is so good to us, and he answers our prayers. I'm so happy for you guys and I hope you know what a good marriage you have. I love and miss you guys very much!

A couple of weeks ago, I was a little frustrated with my kids. I said to my husband, "That's it, no more kids." He said, "Yeah right, just wait 'til we get to church. You'll see a baby, hold it, then you'll look at me with those baby crazed eyes, and smile. You can't stand the thought of not having at least one more baby, Karlene." I ponder for a moment. "You're right, I love babies." I think I get my love for babies from my mom. Everytime my mom would see a baby, she would ask to hold it. All too often, it would be at the mall and she would go up to a perfect stranger, and ask them to hold their baby. A bit much, don't you think? (I limit my baby holding to church and home).

Donald Duck

The other day, we were driving to my in- laws house, (like we do everyday). Joshua starts asking questions, (like he does all day, everyday).
Josh: Why don't we suppose to make fun of anyone?
Bob: Because that hurts their feelings, and we're to love our neighbors as we love ourselves.
Me: I have a story from when I was 6 years old.
Josh: (Screams of joy, clapping his hands together). Ohh, so if you were 6 just like me, how old was your sister?
Me: She was 8.
Josh: Ooo, she's older than me. Ahh, man!
Me: Right, o.k. So, my sister and I were standing on the curb, teasing the boy that lived across the street.
Josh:(interrupting, as he often does) Ooo, you were a bully, huh mommy?
Me: No... well.... maybe. Stop interrupting, Josh. So, we were calling him Donald Duck, because his name was Donald. Then he dared us to come over there, and say it to his face. (Neither of us were allowed to cross the street). We did. As soon as we got over there, we said it, and Kandy was smart enough to turn right back around and run like a bat out of hell. (I didn't say that last part to Josh) Was I right behind my sister, running for my 6 year old life? No, I decided that this would be a good time to stop right at the edge of the curb, and ask God to protect me from Donald Duck. (Like He was going to give me wings and fly across the street or something). Well, "The Duck" had plans of his own. He pushed my sorry butt right into the street. There were lots of screams, and a big srape on my left knee, (I still have the scar to prove it).
Josh: So... if I call Sam, "Sam the Ham," will he push me into the street, then I will get hit by a car, then I will die to Heaven, then you will be sooo sad?
Me: You're goin' a little over board Josh, don't you think? Plus, you don't call Sam that name, right?
Josh: Right.
Me: So, you have nothing to worry about.
Josh: (Silence)
Me: Ahh, there's nothing like frightening the ever loving crud out of your child to make a point.
(I had a Berney Mack moment).

p.s. I apologize to Sam and his parents if Josh has ever said that to him. Happy 6th Birthday Sam!

I've been cleaning the junk out of my closets and cabinets lately. One of the families at our church watched their house go up in flames recently. This freaked me out. I'm definately afraid of the possibilty that my house might one day catch on fire. I keep all of my photo albums and film downstairs, close to the front door. I make sure that the fire alarm is working. Of course, the first thing I would do is make sure all of us get out first. I guess this phobia dates back to childhood. I've always had bad dreams about fires, and about airplanes crashing down into the neighbors house, but not mine. (I've had this exact same dream twice, once when I was in high school, and another time after I got married). It might have something to do with the Cerritos air plane crash in the 1980's. Cerritos,CA is about 5 minutes away from my parents house. It happened on a Sun. morning, so a lot of people weren't at their homes, they were at church. God is always in control, and I take comfort in that.