Play Ball!

We've been trying to pursue more healthy activities for family time other than movie night. I am not an athletic person. I've never really played sports. There was the time in 1980 when I did play on the Peppers in Garland, TX. You may have heard of us.

One of the few memories I have of playing is that we got a Dr. Pepper after every game. 'Cuz we were the Peppers. Clever, eh? One other memory I have is being on base ready for the game to be over because I wanted to go home and put on my new tube top. I thought I looked totally awesome. I looked more like a sausage. Thankfully, my mom made me wear a button-down shirt over it.

Anyway...We've been playing baseball. Dad is actually athletic and knows what he's doing. He took over after I told the kids to get on the baseball court.
We are serious about our games. This is evidenced in our footwear.

Yes, that's home plate.

Here's Chelsey trash talking Philip and Ashlie barely tolerating us.

Here's Philip responding to Chelsey with a "You'll not get in my head, woman!" look.

He's all business when it comes to baseball.

"When's the next Hannah Montana episode?" thinks Loree.

Aaron likes to tap his shoes before batting...hitting, whatever.

OK, now he's ready.
To hit Darren in the nuts with his ball...
And, we're done...

Totally Excellent!

Let me preface this by saying I just learned to use my scanner and my Photoshop skills suck eggs. But, I can't go another day without sharing these super awesome, yet random photos. Check out the hair, people.


This is one of my senior pictures. One truly cannot comprehend the level of concentration and determination it takes to reach this level of bodaciousness unless you were a teenage girl in the mid-80's. My hair rolling skills were rivaled only by my sister who, in our sheer industriousness, helped me apply a thick, tacky layer of hairspray on the door behind us as we meticulously secured each curl of the masterpiece that was our hair.
Like, scope my trippendicular perm!
And this is a family photo from 1987. Dude, even Larry had big hair. No, he wasn't a preacher.

And this is my sister and her husband ca. 1989. Both had big hair and Steve is sporting the righteous acid wash jeans. Awesomeness!

I'm not kidding when I say it took me somewhere around two hours to get my Snausage curls that "Sebastian Hair Spray" perfect. I once bragged to my bff Christy that I used five different colors from my Ultima II eye make-up palate.

ARRRRGH! This is my mom being groped by some creepy pirate. She knows how to party, me maties!

And this is my papa downing a brewski while my sweet grandmother holds a wiener. Out of respect, I'm gonna leave it at that, but it's killing me!

I'll post more as I uncover the very roots that keep me in counseling.

Hey! Guess who was here this weekend!

Refer to this post to find out how big of a handful Loreta Mae will be for the next few days...

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer

Name a color you find soothing.

Red

Soup

Using 20 or less words, describe your first driving experience.

I honestly don't remember. It musta been bad.

Salad

What material is your favorite item of clothing made out of?

Leather. Rowr! Just kidding. Cotton.

Main Course

Who is a great singer or musician who, if they were to come to your town for a concert, you would spend the night outside waiting for tickets to see?

No one. I hate crowds. Oh, you're forcing me to chose?

The Bee Gees.

Or Andy Gibb

Those Gibb boys were sumpin' else!

Dessert

What is the most frequent letter of the alphabet in your whole name (first, middle, maiden, last, etc.)?

E. I have 5 E's!

WIP

In my quest for declutteration...declutterization...whatever, I have now moved on to the fridge. My last effort was the girls' room and I just can't seem to move forward. I need something that I can see immediate results. The girls' room will just have to wait until I get more self-esteem.

At first glance, it's not so bad.





But let's take a closer look, shall we?


Here we have evidence of the Great Bacon Bits Calamity of '07


The GBBC of '07 was similar to the Catastrophic Shredded Cheddar Incident of '07, but confined to the shelves only. The Cheddar reached nooks and crannies that, up until then, were unknown to man. I left the site intact for further investigtion. It's now a cold case. ba-dum-bum
Here we have the freezer.

A closer look reveals that wine bottles will explode in the freezer if you forget you put them there 'cuz you want your wine cold asap. That mess was overwhelming and you will notice I made an attempt to clean it, but crapped out chose to wait for a later date to finish the job.

So there you have it. I'll update as I progress in this endeavor. Peace out!

Wordless Wednesday

"Teaching Porn/ Grammar" or "Why I wish more adults were around during the day"

Loree: Mom, what's a twosome?

Me: It's two somethings. A pair of shoes is a twosome.

Loree: So me and Chelsey are a twosome.

Me: It's Chelsey and me not me and Chelsey. If it sounds like you are calling someone mean, it's incorrect. And yes, Chelsey and you make a twosome.

Loree: What about me, Chelsey and Abby?

Me: It's Chelsey, Abby and me. And, well, that makes a... *cringe* threesome.

pause

Loree: Ok.

Loree goes outside...

A few minutes later

Loree: Mooooom! I want Chelsey to come out with me and Abby and she won't!

Me: She's busy. She'll come out when she's done.

Loree: Guh! Fine. We'll have to have a threesome later.

*cringe*

Happy Birthday to Flash!

I now have a 14 year old! Happy Birthday, Ashlie! Some things about Ash:



1. Ashlie doesn't like to be called Ash or Flashlie

2. Flashlie wears sunglasses on her head all day, everyday.

3. Smashlie is obsessed with the Jonas Brothers. I mean it. Ob. sessed.

4. Cashlie likes to shop for Jonas Brothers merchandise.

5. Bashlie likes her youth group and lives for Sunday and Wednesday night and camp and retreats and youth group parties.

6. Mashlie loathes the beach, but goes anyway 'cuz she knows Darren and I love it.

7. Sashlie likes the mountains but she's never seen them.

8. Dashlie makes my life complete. Without her I'd only have four kids and that just wouldn't work.

9. Gashlie likes Danielle Steel novels like me.

10. Rashlie is a great daughter, sister, friend, leader and Jesus-lover.



Everyone should have an Ashlie, but God decided to bless us with the only one He made. I thank Him for that. *sniff*

"Oh, Moses, Moses, why of all men did I fall in love with a prince of fools?"

So, I haven't blogged in a while due to circumstances beyond my control. I've been teaching, catching up on the latest Danielle Steel novels, getting acclimated to a new church and grieving the loss of Charlton Heston. I've been a little busy, people. I am trying to make more time for this because I need your affirmation and love. Your approval is the fuel with which I power my life. Fuel=comments. Please leave comments! I love connecting with the outside world! So now, lets take a moment to remember my favorite Moses...

I liked Yul Brenner, too. I wonder if he's still alive.
Update: He's not...