Siblings

My middle sister has lost alot of weight. She worked hard and looks great. However, it seems to have sparked a little sibling rivalry in my oldest (by 18 months) sister. Ok, I am sure Mid-sis started it by challenging her at Thanksgiving to bring a scale and see who could lose more by Christmas (a challenge that never played out by the way). Mid-sis had bought a mini trampoline, SO, Older decided she needed one. Mis-sis told her - do you think you need to since you just had knee surgery and all? - HA - NOW she was definitely buying it. SOO, Older bought the mini trampoline causing Mid-sis to now tell her - well, you need someone to help you put it together. Its hard. You can't do it alone. - Anyone see where this is going? SOOO Older decided to put it together, alone.

Now, the mini trampoline comes assembled but folded in half like a clam. The idea is to push the opposite sides away from each other pulling the tension tight and popping it into place. Older decided she could do this by putting one end under her couch and crouching and placing her body on the other side. Might have worked too, had the other end not slipped out from under the couch knocking Older in the head, splitting it open requiring super glue, and knocking her loopy for a few minutes.

Score: Mid-sis - 1 Older - 0 (Ultimate winner - ME for knowing better and getting to laugh at both of them)

Who Let Them Out Alone?

Today must have been "man shop alone" day in Wal Mart. I saw more than a handful of men, all alone with their shopping baskets, grocery lists, and cell phones. One was on the phone with his wife asking exactly what does the package look like; another was just parked, confused AND sideways in the narrow aisle; one was muttering to himself something to the effect of "if its not what she wants, I'll just eat it myself!"; and my personal favorite - the one who gave up - he was hijacking women as they walked by, "Hey where's the Lean Cuisine? Hey, where's the olive oil?"

Wonder if it had something to do with the full moon?

March 19, 2011

Happy Birthday Dillon. We spent today (the 19th) in Tulsa first at Toys R Us, then Barnes and Noble, Academy Sports, and finally Bass Pro. Talk about a "boys" day! I love you sweet man. You make me smile everyday.

The One Where He Gets His Mouth Washed Out With a Nice Smelling Masculine Body Wash

Dillon commenting on the "body spray" he got for Christmas:

Hey Dad, smell my Axe.

Sunday Night

Football on the t.v., snow outside, kids bathed, Dillon doing a vocal version of Back in Black, Masen reading a book, and Chris snoring on the couch.

Sounds perfect.

And What Did YOU Win

I received this in the mail from Publishers Clearing House. It reads:

GUARANTEED PRIZE AWARDS

Someone with these (insert my initials) will DEFINITELY WIN

YOU could become the MF who wins a cash prize of $100.00.

(Laughing) Well, OK but if I am going to be THE MF who wins...can't it at least be more than $100.00??!!

Too Smart For Her Daddy's Own Good!

So, Chris was on a roll the other night. Every time I got near him, he smacked me on the rear. I finally told him I was going to rip his eyeballs out if he didn't knock it off. Now, if you know my husband you know that he just took that as a challenge. The next time I walked by:

SMACK

About that time our 12 yr old daughter walks by into the kitchen. As she passes she tosses this over her shoulder:

"You know, Daddy, if you keep doing that I am going to grow up thinking that it's OK."

He hasn't touched me since.