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Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Saturday, July 25, 2009

S'mores

For those days when you want some of the above yummy goodness yet find the fire pit waterlogged, may I present to you the toaster s'more:


Oooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaah! Beautiful!

BTW---Past experience has taught me to guard the timing of the toasting very carefully as marshmallows begin to smoke once the top starts to brown. They are flammable ;)

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Generosity

What do you do when you have lots of diaper boxes around the house? Our area doesn't recycle and we truly hate to throw the boxes in the trash as that would not be very resourceful. We've used them to store clothes, toys, and books, but we're out of stuff to store. So...here is what we have determined...

We can use these boxes to ship useful items to friends and family...to bless them. Here is our first subject...

First, carefully pack the contents into the box.



Next, close and secure the contents of the box. Be sure to leave breathing holes for living gifts.





You may have to label the package, "Handle with care. Temperamental battery operated toy inside."

I won't say where this one is headed, I wouldn't want anyone in our family to reject their package! :D

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Beware of Freebies

My friend has a blog with a couple other bloggers. On this blog, they routinely have a freebie roundup in which they list various free samples and the like. Unfortunately for my husband, I am a sucker for freebies (hence, my inbox is now swamped with spam ;) It seems a small price to pay for a mailbox full of goodies...most of the time.

You see, today, my husband called me to say, "Honey, do we REALLY need absorbent underwear? Why!?! Did you know that the kids are off of school today?" (Me-Uh, yes. Why do I need to know that.) "Because! They're all walking down the street as I'm carrying this huge pink and purple package that has absorbent underwear written all over it." (Me--ha ha, really! That is soooo funny! Well, you never know when you're going to need that...it was free!)

So next time you order freebies...make sure you warn your husband...especially if he is prone to walk through a small town where everyone knows you...with the mail. Or you could just savor the free embarrassment and pray he isn't the vindictive type :D

(I love you, handsome!!!! I am sooooo soooooo sorry--rofl ;)

Here's the picture of the absorbent underwear package. It was a Pampers UnderJams sample-lol.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Kid Questionaire

Here's something interesting that I saw on a blog the other day...thought I'd do it too, just out of curiosity. Let me know if you decide to do it too; I'd love to read yours :D

1. What is something Mom always says to you?

A: Smiles.
Me: Hum…I don’t think she’s ready for this yet…
G: Banging (Which is actually what she is doing right now ;)
M: I don’t know.
K: To read good books. I mean, to read the Bible every day.

2. What makes Mom happy?

G: God
M: Not to get into things.
K: Keeping the house clean.

3. What makes Mom sad?

G: Jeff
M: Getting into things.
K: When we disobey.

4. How does your Mom make you laugh?

G: Jeff (are we seeing a pattern here???) I think I’ve got another one that is too little for this one.
M: By tickling.
K: By tickling us.

5. What was your Mom like as a child?

M: Playing in the bathtub.
K: A little kid.

6. How old is your Mom?

M: 5
K: 26

7. How tall is your Mom?

M: *Stretches his arm up very tall and says, “This tall.”
K: 26

8. What is her favorite thing to do?

M: Playing in the bathbub.
K: Ummmmm…snuggle with your baby.

9. What does your Mom do when you're not around?

M: Get into trouble.
K: Get into junk.

10. If your Mom becomes famous, what will it be for?

M: Junk. (Inspired by his sister.)
K: Junk.

11. What is your Mom really good at?

M: Taking the baby away from the scissors.
K: Junk.

12. What is your Mom not very good at?

M: I don’t know.
K:Junk.
Me: Laughing, okay, it’s time to start answering again.
K: I know! You’re not very good at…um…watching your kids…
Me: A disappointed look on my face…
K: (seeing my face, continued to offer an explanation ;) …because they keep on getting into stuff.
Me: Let’s go back to the last one.
K: You’re very good at doing school with me.

13. What does your Mom do for a job?

M: Cutting things.
K: You clean the kitchen and do dishes and watch the kids and do school with me and stuff like that.

14.What is your Mom's favorite food?

M: Um…like…jelly beans.
K: Carrot casserole.

15.What makes you proud of your Mom?

M: Jelly beans.
K: When you read to me.

16. If your Mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?

M: Jelly Beans.
Me: No, think of something else.
M: A helicopter.
K: Mommy.

17. What do you and your Mom do together?

M: I don’t know.
K: Cook together and stuff like that.

18. How are you and your Mom the same?

M: I don’t know.
K: Because we’re both girls.

19. How are you and your Mom different?

M: I don’t know. I don’t know about this stuff.
K: Because Mommy is big and I am little.

20. How do you know your Mom loves you?

M: Um…by um…by getting into junk one day.
K: Um…by you kissing me and hugging me.

21. What does your Mom like most about your dad?

M: By watching movies.
K: Ummmmm…you like kissing him and snuggling him and hugging him.

22. Where is your Mom's favorite place to go?

M: To care group.
K: Ummmmm…to the library. No, I mean, to the church.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Gospel Mis-Understanding

We had two baptisms at our church today. So, it was no surprise that our five-year-old daughter inquired further about the subject at the dinner table. She started by asking if Mommy had been baptized and then if Daddy had been baptized and lastly if she had been baptized. When we told her that we had and that she hadn't she wanted to know why. Daddy began to explain that she needed to have a good understanding of the gospel. At which point, our four-year-old piped up saying, "I understand the gospel; Jesus Christ died on the cross for his sins."

After a bit of laughter, my husband corrected the error....so close...yet so far away.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

A Frugal Attempt...

A couple of years ago I purchased a Wahl Homepro to help in saving money on haircuts. It took a while to convince my wife that this will save us money if she cut my hair, but finally she caved in. Here are the results:

1 Wahl Homepro 8 Piece Haircutting Kit: $12.99

... Numerous haircuts later with a savings well over what we paid...

First time insisting that my wonderful wife take a little more off the top because she "missed" a spot: Priceless


Thursday, January 1, 2009

Christmas Fun

During our Christmas routines every year we have been playing a prank on a good friend of our's named Caleb. For the last 2 years we have gone out of our way to tie a Santa Claus head to the front of his Jeep. This year we decided to go a little different route, and allow the jeep to lead the sleigh rather then be the sleigh.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Dog-Sitting Sunday


Sorry, Mr. Caleb! But don't they look cute and it was only a little bit :D

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Thanksgiving Recollections

This Thanksgiving day was not a typical one for our family, though it will likely go down in the books as most memorable. This is the second year that our family has not gone back to New Jersey to celebrate with our parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. However, we were invited to celebrate with another family in town who has no family nearby. They also invited another family for the occasion.

Due to the fact that we had 21 people present, we chose to do dinner buffet style. This worked great. We gathered at the table and began our Thanksgiving event by giving thanks to the Lord. We then proceeded to get the children situated with their plates of food before serving ourselves. I asked my husband to tend to this matter so that I could nurse our darling infant who was also hungry at this point.

Now, my handsome husband looked out the window and said, "Hey look! There's a cow coming up your driveway." That is where a very normal Thanksgiving meal turned into something like a National Lampoons Thanksgiving meal. :D You see, there truly was a calf meandering up the driveway. At this point, the woman of the house also noted that there were some deer grazing in the field across the street. This may not mean a lot to city folks, but for those of us in the country, Thanksgiving day is a great day for hunters (and for those of us desiring to fill our freezers with some virtually free meat ;). So...while the adults are filling up their plates, the woman of the house called the neighbor to wish him Happy Thanksgiving and to inform him that he had a calf on the loose. As the rest of us are sitting down at the table with our delicious food-filled plates, we hear said woman asking for permission to shoot the deer...yes, you heard correctly...shoot the deer. We're starting to think venison steaks now folks. Returning to the table, our woman says nonchalantly, "He said we can shoot the deer."

We all take a few bites of food and deliberate...should we really interrupt our meal to shoot these deer? Shooting these deer requires retrieval and a whole host of other things most would not want to think about while enjoying a nice meal. The discussion turns to who the shooters would be...there are three men, one of which has already shot his allowed deer for the day and another who has not brought his gun. Mr. Already-Shot-A-Deer offers to lend Mr. Gunless his weapon of choice. Now, I have been told that borrowing a man's gun is like borrowing his underwear; it isn't something men like to do, but they'll do it in extreme situations. Is this situation extreme enough? Apparently so because as Mr. Have-A-Gun-Haven't-Had-A-Deer-Yet-Today gets his weapon, Mr. Gunless chooses to borrow the gun of Mr. Already-Shot-A-Deer becoming Mr. Underwear Man. Perhaps we're witnessing something akin to women going to the bathroom together; it just can't be done alone.

Anyway, leaving our plates and the delightful aroma of turkey, we turn our minds toward the venison across the field and head outdoors. Our men alert the neighbors who are outdoors and head across the quiet country road. It must have been quite a spectacle for the cows grazing next to the fence; 21 people pouring out of a house like that. Our guys aim their guns using the fence posts for stability, and "BANG!" the deer take off running. A deer drops. Mr. Underwear Man is still deciding whether or not to take a shot; the deer are awfully small, and he's already shot a small one this season. He decides not to take a shot, and we all return to the cozy warm house, the aroma of turkey, and almost cold dinner. The men eat the remains of their dinner rather hastily as the cows give thanks that we are not as excited about and dedicated to beef steaks as we are venison steaks. (If only they knew it was really loyalty to our neighbors that kept them alive that day.)

So...our men take all but the youngest of the children on a deer retrieval expedition while the ladies enjoy perhaps the quietest Thanksgiving dinner they've ever had, some delightful conversation, and a lot of laughter at recalling the progression of events of the evening. It truly was a night of Thanksgiving for all of God's provision for us including the gifts of friendship, food, laughter, and most of all His Son who saves us and gives us the common ground to enjoy fellowship together. Being part of the family of God is such a wonderful blessing and being with His family is very much like being with our very own family. There is a sweetness to fellowship with other believers that is like no other this side of heaven. It is a foretaste of the fellowship that we who are called will one day enjoy with our Creator God and Savior for all eternity. Praise His name!

How was your Thanksgiving?

Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Biggest Turkey Tale

The folks over at Happy to be @ Home are having a contest. I had a story but I didn’t want to enter it in the contest because it isn’t actually mine. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even alive when it happened. However, it is one that I make my Dad tell every Thanksgiving because it is very funny when he tells it. I’m sure I won’t be able to convey it well via the written word, but I’ll try.

Anyway, when my Dad was a teenager and still living at home, he lived down the road from a guy that had some pet turkeys. The man loved his turkeys and treated them just like we would our own pets. So…my Dad (compassionate, loving teen that he was) decided that he would get a live turkey for his family. As his Mom and Dad were discussing the upcoming Thanksgiving meal, my Dad told his family not to worry about the big bird; he was planning on getting a live turkey for them. His Dad asked him how in the world he was going to do that. My Dad kind of shrugged his shoulders and said that he had a plan.

The eve of Thanksgiving rolled around and my Dad got into his yellow Volkswagon Beetle with (what he considered) the necessary equipment. Keep in mind that they did not live in an area where they could just grab a gun and shoot a wild turkey. Anyhow, my Dad picked up a buddy of his (who also had the ‘necessary equipment’ )and they were off.

I’m sure you can imagine where this is going…my Dad and his buddy went to the neighbor’s home and eyed up the pet turkeys. They climbed over the fence with their gear in hand. Now the turkeys are getting a few ruffled feathers at the site of two strangers approaching them with…

hockey sticks.

Yes, that was their equipment of choice…hockey sticks. Needless to say, they successfully whacked a bird upon the head with a stick and quickly jumped back over the fence and crammed everything back into the Beetle.

The dinner conversation that evening was lively and memorable…so I’m told. Grandpa decided it was the perfect time to mention the neighbor’s troubling tale of his missing pet turkey. He also decided it was the perfect time to inquire about the mysterious acquisition of this year’s live turkey dinner. Especially since the bird weighed in at about 53 pounds!

I don’t know how the rest of the story goes from there…I do know that my Dad had to apologize for snagging that bird. I still can’t believe he used a hockey stick…that’s the part I find most amusing. It’s almost as funny as the time my Dad and his brother set the marsh on fire…but that’s a story for some other time. He tells them the best.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Did you know???

That if you exert a small amount of pressure on the glass of a double-paned window in just the right place (in an attempt to push it upward to lock it)...that it will break. I wish I could say that it was an April Fool's joke since it happened on April 1st because I really didn't think that I was strong enough to break a window with my bare hands...but alas, it is no April Fool's joke. And I think that is the limit for run-on-sentences for me today. :P

A word to the wise: Always push on the plastic/wood frame of the window when attempting to close it; not the glass! :D

Saturday, March 29, 2008

My Deranged Sense of Humor

All week my darling husband has been working on a book report for school. Through it all, his only complaint has been a headache. I told him, "Maybe you need glasses." He finally called the doctor towards the end of the week who told him that he probably just had a sinus headache.

I came home from the greenhouse today with some Easter flowers...three hyacinths to be exact...they were 50% off! I bought two of them. The third was a gift from the owners because they just so happened to be giving away flowers to beautiful little girls and my daughter was along. Anyway...I was delighted to have the sweet smelling beauties around the house. The first thing I did when I got home was put one in front of my husband saying, "Smell this!" (With all the enthusiasm I could muster ;) He smelled it and said, "Ewwwww yuck, get that thing away from me." Unfortunately, his sniffer must not be as appreciative of spring smells as mine.

Needless to say, we were sitting on the bed this evening enjoying a bowl of ice cream, and I inhaled deeply to pick up the scent of the hyacinth across the room. I said, "Ahhh, that smells so good." David just kind of ignored me and continued enjoying his ice cream.

That was when I had my deranged funny epiphany which went something like this:

Me: "Honey, when did you start getting those "sinus" headaches? Was that about last Sunday?"

Honey: "Um, yeah, ever since last Sunday."

Me: "And honey, do you have them at work? Or just when you're at home?"

Honey: "I have them at night and in the morning. They wear off at work, and I'm fine most of the day. Then, I get them at night again."

Me: "Uncontrollable laughter."

Honey: "What?"

Me: "Uncontrollable laughter...uh, maybe it was that Easter Lily that I brought home on Sunday. Uncontrollable laughter..."

Honey: "Greeeeeeeeeeeeat."

Me: "Uncontrollable laughter...I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner...uncontrollable laughter."

I guess you can tell that I've never had a sinus headache from an allergy...sorry honey :( I love you!!!

Now which room should I isolate my smelly flowers to??? :P

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Funny Deer Story

This is an anonymous deer story that I read today and found rather amusing (read that laugh-out-loud funny ;). It has no spiritual value whatsoever, but it may come in handy if you're trying to rope a deer (something I probably wouldn't try personally, but I could see some of my friends doing this)

Enjoy!

From a Missouri Farmer:

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer; put it in a stall; feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks; then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one; get up to it; and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down); then hog tie it and transport it home.


I filled the cattle feeder; then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle which had seen the roping thing before stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up - 3 of them.


I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it... it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received an education.


The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.


The second thing I learned is that pound for pound a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer, no chance.


That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I originally imagined.


The only up side is that they do not have as much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.


At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that momentI hated the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.


Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death. So I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand. Kind of like a squeeze chute.


I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my rope back.


Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now when a deer bites you it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head - almost like a pit bull.


They bite HARD and it hurts.


The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes but it was likely only several seconds. I being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it.


While I kept it busy tearing at my right arm ,I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.


That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was not a horse. This was a deer so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy. I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run.


The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all besides being twice as strong and three times as evil because the second I turned to run it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.


Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.


I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split open I had several large goose eggs my wrist was bleeding pretty good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my back was bleeding in a few places though my insulated canvas jacket had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the nearest place which was the co-op. I got out of the truck covered in blood and dust and looking aweful. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came running out yelling "what happened?"


I have never seen any law in the state of Missouri that would prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing as I do the lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their power I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing laws to paint my actions as criminal. Really, not wanting to admit that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer". I did not mention that at the time I had a rope on it.


The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did.


Later that afternoon a game warden showed up at my house and wanted to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly deer attacks are a rare thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just started kicking me and BIT me. It was obviously rabid or insane or something.


EVERYBODY for miles around quickly heard about the deer attack (the guy at the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their kids in the house whenever they saw deer around and the local ranchers carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told a few people the story but NEVER anybody around here as I have to see these people every day and as an outsider (a "city folk") I have enough trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and whispering "There is the dummy that tried to rope the deer."

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Epiphany!

I finally figured out why it is that I know where everything is in our house (except keys ;) Often, David will be doing something and ask me, "Do you know where...is?" And even if it is in the most peculiar place, I often know where things are located in our home. Carolyn McCulley has the answer on her blog today :D

Radical Femininity

(In case you don't read the article...it's due to my faster and more efficient brain ;) LOL I wonder why this doesn't work with math??? :P

Love you, David!!!

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Busted!


Proverbs 22:6
Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

So yesterday my son walked in on me drinking out of the juice container. It was the last of the juice and I didn't want to pour it into a cup, so I figured I'd just drink it up real quick and throw it out. I tried to explain that to my son... About three hours later my wife had to grab the camera and take this picture.




I guess it emphasizes the meaning to the song by Rodney Atkins, Watching You. So here it is:


Saturday, January 26, 2008

Long time for me too...

Well, it's been a long time here too, but I'm still around. This week has been long, hard, and sad. I know that there is much to praise God for, but sometimes the sadness tries to drown out everything else. David sent me a forward to make me smile...and it did...so I figured I'd post it here in case anyone else needs a smile...not like looking at your kids and spouse aren't more of a reason...but my kids are all in bed right now and my husband is not injured :P

Anyway, here's that forward...enjoy:

Why, Why, Why?? Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?

Why do banks charge a fee on 'insufficient funds' when they know there is not enough money in the first place ?

Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?

Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?

Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?

Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?

Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?

Whose idea was it to put an 'S' in the word 'lisp'?

If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?

Why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?

Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?

Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?

Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?

Why is it that no plastic bag will open from the end on your first try?

How do those dead bugs get into those enclosed light fixtures?

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, 'It's all right?' Well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, 'That hurt, you stupid idiot?'

Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?

In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?

How come you never hear father-in-law jokes?

And my FAVORITE......
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four persons is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends -- if they're okay, then it's you!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Looking for wickedness...


Matthew and Grace were playing in the kitchen. David walked past them and said of Grace (who was being somewhat ornery), "I see the wickedness in you." Next thing we knew, Matthew was right in Grace's face looking intently saying, "Where is the wicked? I don't see it." He proceeded to follow Grace around for the next few minutes as David and I tried to control our laughter.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Toys at the Table

As I recall, I was never allowed to play with toys at the table, not even at Christmas. However, as our family sat around the dinner table this evening, presents still lingering close at hand, Matthew was playing with the tape measurer he received this morning. He wanted the tape to stay out but hadn't quite figured out how to slide the button to do so. He passed the tape measurer to me to elicit my help. I promptly dropped it in my mashed potatoes. I had just finished telling Matthew that it wasn't a good idea to play with toys/tools at the table because we could get food on them. However, I had a solution...I began to lick the potatoes off of his tape measurer. At which point Matthew said, "Mom! Don't lick my tape measurer. It's not yummy!"

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...thank you, Captain Obvious. :P

Monday, December 3, 2007

Meet Captain Plunger

Well, tonight was our annual care group Christmas party. We always have a great time of fellowship, food, and gift exchange. This year, we did things a little bit differently which worked out for most everybody...

Anyway...

David ended up becoming a very happy Captain Plunger thanks to Stephanie's creativity.



And I...well, I became Captain Bingo-lass thanks to...that's right folks, zero bingos (I think the game was rigged! ;)

Anyway, it was a lot of fun and great laughs among friends. We'll have plenty of fodder for future jokes...and speaking of laughter...Steph put some pictures of our fun night on her blog: Laughter is Good Medicine

Monday, November 26, 2007

A Christmas Riddle

Q: What do you get when you put a curious two-year-old with a homemade apple-cinnamon ornament?


A: A bite out of your ornament!




At least that's how it went this morning as Matthew took to trimming the Christmas tree.

Oh the joy and laughter that would be absent in a world void of children! Isn't it kind of God to bless us so richly! It is such a glorious thing to behold the world through the eyes of children.

May you be richly blessed with child-like wonder as you celebrate the birth of God's Son, the Savior of the world, this holiday season!