Happy Birthday to Gran

We had my Gran's 92nd birthday party on Saturday. Sherrie came up with the idea of having a "card" party. We sent out emails to everyone we could think of, and printed flyers and handed those around too. The idea was for family, friends, and anyone else, to mail a birthday card in care of one of us (mostly Sherrie) and we would put them in a basket for Gran to take home and spend an evening opening and reading. At last count, there were 81 cards from California, Colorado, Arkansas, Illinois, and of course, home. Cards are still coming in and we will take those to her. If you sent one, please know that she LOVED it. I talked to her this morning and she had already read through them twice. We also did a come and go party for her and didn't tell her. Mostly we kept it a secret because if she had known, she would have refused to come! Even at 92, nobody wants to mess with her! LOL. Its a good thing thats not hereditary, huh?!?!

A little too much football..

Dillon crawled into our bed, as usual, around 4:00 am, snuggled into his Daddy's right arm, and went to sleep. My alarm went off pretty early. Its one of those really fast beep-beep-beep (pause) beep-beep-beep ones that's enough to wake you up but not quite enough to glue you to the ceiling. So, I hear the beeping and get up as fast as I can at that hour, and about the time I hit the foot of the bed, Dillon, still sound asleep, yells:

TOUCHDOWN.

That was it, still asleep, he went back to drooling on Chris's arm.

Growing Pains II

Dillon is refusing to get a hair cut. Now by refusing, I mean he doesn't want to and I haven't forced him. (Hopefully he knows better than to flat out REFUSE) Now any of you that know my husband knows that this is driving him insane! That fact that Dillon's hair can actually touch the top of his ears is eating at Chris like a mange mite on a mutt. Chris keeps (what's left of) his hair in a military style cut. He calls it a "go anywhere" haircut. Dillon has very thick, wavy hair. Its getting harder to control and he loves it. He gets in front of the sink and mirror every morning and wets it down with his Daddy's comb and gets it JUST the way he wants it, grins really big, and walks out. I think it's the most adorable thing ever, Chris has to leave the room! I realize as the kiddos grow up that there will be tons of opportunities to go to battle with them over any number of things. I am trying to instill the idea into Chris that we are going to have to pick our battles and letting Dillon grow his hair a little longer won't necessarily mean he is destined for a life of crime, or even hot checks. Its just a little independence coming through.

However, my fear for the future is: if this bothers Chris THIS much, how will I survive the teenage years with both of them??!!

Oh! AND...a BOY called Masen last night. You should have seen CF's reaction to THAT!

Maybe I'll take up drinkin'.

Growing Pains

Conversation in the car yesterday:

Dillon (to Masen): I'm asking Santa for a Razr phone.

Me: Why? Who are you going to call on a cell phone? (he is just 6 yrs old after all)

Dillon: Sissy.

Me: But you live with Sissy, why don't you ask Santa for something you can enjoy. You won't use a phone much.

Dillon: Fine. I don't want anything.

Me: Do you want me to call Santa and tell him you don't want anything at all for Christmas??!

Dillon: Yes!

Me: I think you just want to be mad and act ugly.

Dillon: Yep.

He pouted the rest of the way home and promptly got sent to his room for having an ugly attitude. After a few minutes alone on his bed, he changed his mind and decided to act nice. We had a conversation about "why" he won't get a cell phone from Santa and he dealt with it. I won't say he flat out accepted it, but he dealt with it.

Santa needs a xanax.

To Our Family In California

May God bless you and those you care about. Stay safe.

Weekend News

Well, friday night Chris decided it was time to take the front porch apart and begin to fix the water damage. Now, two things you should know about my husband, 1. carpentry is NOT his thing; and 2. neither is patience. My blood pressure instantly began to rise as did my anxiety level as I anticipated the mess, the fit, and the aftermath. Dillon on the other hand was THRILLED and walked around with a hammer stuck into his carpenter jeans. Getting the new plywood up was a challenge since Chris only had me and Dillon as help. The process involved backing the truck under the porch and me with my feet on the truck bed leaned up against the bricks of the house balancing the plywood on my head until Chris could get enough screws in place to hold it, all the while with Dillon supervising. Masen and I made our escape in the early afternoon and headed to the fall festival at Wilburton where a crazy indian man sold her a crystal and sang a prayer over her. She is very proud of her Choctaw heritage and thought this was cool. I was ready to call security.

Yesterday Masen had a rodeo. She ran a 19.34, her fastest yet. Dillon and I went shopping.

AND as a shout out to my husband...the porch turned out GREAT. He did a fantastic job and I had to eat my words as I have always said he cant build anything square or level. Turns out, he can, when he wants to!

Happy Fall Y'all.

You'll just have to forgive me for this one....

Last night my husband made one of his "only from HIS mind" comments that made me laugh out loud. (But then again, my sense of humor IS kind of odd) Conversation:

CF: Have you ever tried to lay back and take a George Bush (his reference to our president saying he likes to take 15 minute naps during the day)

CF: and had a (apparently VERY persistent) fly try to nostril screw you?

MJF: (shooting tea out my nose) WHAT did you just say?

CF: No I am serious. This fly would NOT go away, like it was on a mission to increase their species. Picked up the flyswat...no fly. Closed my eyes...sucker flew right back in.

MJF: This is why our marriage works....stimulating conversation.