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Hiney Cringe

One of my favorite bloggers of all time is PDub (The Pioneer Woman). Thanks to Jennifer, I read her blog almost daily. www.thepioneerwoman.com Her site is so refreshing to a fellow mommy with too much to do, and living a country-fied kinda life. Anywho, when she mentions something that is really too much, something that makes your toenails curl, something that is OUT of your comfort zone or is just entirely TOO embarassing, she says it makes her "hiney cringe". (What exactly, would that look like...?) Ick. Anyway, I have had two hiney cringe moments as of late. One, last Thursday at 7pm, and again this Thursday at 7pm. Ug.

I love to sing, but only after two or more glasses of white wine, and only with my louder than average, belt it out and drown out all others, rockstar of a brother. Then and only then do I feel comfy singing. But I have two of my dearest friends that sing in the community choir here in The Big. They have for years, and say it's really good for the soul. Well, I have been WANTING to for ages, but was soooo AFRAID! I don't read music. I don't sing. I know nothing. So, I went and let 'er rip like I knew what the hellllll I was doin'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not fooling anyone. Just last night, our conductor said I need that to be "mezzo forte". Ok, big guy, comin' right up. I can mezzo forte with the best of 'um. (Mezzo usually isn't my forte. Sorry. Couldn't resist. Bad jokes are my defense mechanism when I'm scaredy.) Anyway, the first week all of the Italian notations from the conductor and on the page of Clingon in front of me, I was getting pretty slapsticky. I was NERVOUS!!!!!!!! I asked my darling gorgeous talented operatic soprano friend standing next to me..."J, this says 'Tutti' on it....are we supposed to now start singing the theme song to the Facts of Life?" Got her good on that one. She was cracking up. Anyway, concert is first weekend in December. Only three more rehearsals left. Pray for me, k?

I'm PsychIC...not PsychO

So, baby boo was feeling ill yesterday, so I stayed home with him. While I was sad he was sick, some days you can literally feel childhood slipping away, giving way to adolescence, puberty, college, marriage, his retirement...you kno? It's all too much. So, I was honored to have a chance to sit in the chair, cuddle him under the fuzzy pink throw and watch cartoons for hours. It sure helped him feel better. Daddy and Sissy went to run errands in the evening and we were having a Jenga tourney. While watching the World Serious. I said, "Oohh, honey, Chase Utley's up. He's hit like seven homers in the series so far, he's got two on, and if he knocks this one out, it would make a three run homer." Sure enough, that pitch. Schmack. Outta the park. It was funny. T got a huge kick out of it. Then he said "I was praying and praying." Powerful boy, that one.

Blogging Schmogging

This other person currently living in my home read my blog. For maybe the first time ever. After the exciting tales about the summer that the kids and I had enjoyed... his beef? I commented that the "real spark plugs" of the family had done the siding removal. Not good. So, maybe I will stick to postings about nothing. How about this "Back to School" gem from my sissy, sent to me in an email.

Btw...Which aisle is patience on? I need the bulk/economy size.

Anyway, get a load of this..

How to fail a test with dignity.




Notice the memo line.


Took me just a sec on this one... :)

Summer 2009

This is all I can seem to do on the blog lately is save up months and months of material and then spew it forth in one shot! Here's a rundown of summer...

House. We have been needing to side the sucker for...ahem...awhile. So, the real sparkplugs of this family got out there and started demo. That would be myself and the babies. Oooh...demo is my fav. Second shot is after siding. Right now we are typar-ed and waiting for channel. Then we foam and side. SLOW process.

The best dern crew a mommy could ask for! Get those kids a raise!

Fourth of July with Grandma and Grandpa in Dayville~so much fun! Uncle Andy hit it out of the park that night.

Camping for a week plus with the Dickens clan at Unity. Blissful. Even with the rattlers. This is the kid crew in my tent trailer. CUTE runs in this generation!

Emmy even got a little riding in with Kay.

Then camping for an extra long weekend up at Spring Creek with the McMasters and McCumbers...it's a McCampout! Little baby Holly puppy. We all heart Holly.

Dad lookin like he's a fixin to open a tall can of whoop ass on me...but actually I think he was animating his story.

Emmy and Papa riding Dave Myers four wheeler. It was a big hit.

Emmy had yet another wedding needing her flower girl services. Our cousin Ryan asked us, and we were honored to accept his invitation. SUCH a nice day on a big ranch out by Heppner. Truly a romantic day. The shot of Ryan and Eva on horseback brought real for real tears to my eyes. It was really a beautiful and special moment. My wish is that they will love each other forever. Amen.

Tristan and Isaac throwing meadow muffins at one another. We're country kids..throwing cow crap at one another is instinctual...it's like breathing. Too dang funny.

Emma and Keegan. So cute.

The sunset between Lexington and Hermiston. So beautiful. I had to stop the car and get a shot. The sun is indeed setting on summer. We have alot of fun to squeeze into the next week or so. Hope your summers were all you had hoped for!

Love and Sunshine,

Sam

Camping...

is alot of work! Just got back from Unity where we spent a week with Mom's side. There were quite a few of us there, and we had a great time! Jay got to try his new Valentine's Day present/wakeboard and totally tore it up! I am not the best boat driver ever, but I am getting better and better. You'd think after ten years I would be GOOD. Anyway, the kids had fun on their little towable thingy too. Jr and Artie both killed rattlesnakes while we were there, not fun stuff. Anyway, then I ran home (love to tow over Dooley mountain..can I get an amen?) and washed all the laundry and cleaned the house and starting prepping for Spring Creek. You have to bring your A game for this campout, people. The menu? Grilled sausage and potato packet, taco salads in individual dorito bags, baked potato bar and angel hair shrimp pasta. Dessert? Scratch coconut cream pie and also an angelfood strawberry creamcheese trifle.

Y'all come!!!

Codger Butts Drive me nuts!

So, recently I read about some dumb$&^# buying the wrong chemicals for his flowers. Not sure HOW a person could do that. Perhaps it's just age, creeping in. It's sad, really, that the old geezer is losing his faculties...but I guess it's time. Like the circle of life, really. Wanted to find a nice photograph to lift his spirits...to help him feel better about himself and his adult onset of dyslexia. (I mean really, aging is spelled with no e...it's tragic.) Anyway, I am also putting the finishing touches on a Solo manual that I hope to share with everyone at Spring Creek, because with this turn of events, he may not remember a heart from a diamond next time he makes a pitiful attempt to play. Anyway, this picture represents Uncle Roger to a T! It speaks to the heart of who he is.

(Gotcha, sucka.) (Hope your sense of humor is still intact.)

LOVE and big gooey kisses on your cheek,

Yer favorite wonderful talented smart and amazing niece