PHOTO FRIDAY...

Such a serious look on his face.


I just love those eyes!


"Momma, where's my biter biscuit? I can't find it."

THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES...

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.

Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.

There is no fast food.

Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of "pretend" bills with not enough money.

In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week.

Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time.

Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment, and a haircut appointment. He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they're about to leave for vacation). He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.

Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.

The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.

There is only one TV between them and a remote with dead batteries.

Each father will be required to know all of the words to every stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on cartoons.

The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply to themselves either while driving or making three lunches.

Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.

Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep their nails polished and eyebrows groomed. The men must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their clothing.

During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-year old boy finds it in the purse.

They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.

He will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave the home with no food on their face or clothes.

A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor's name. Also the child's weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child's favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.

They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better.

They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, "You're not the boss of me".

The kids vote them off the island based on performance.

The last man wins only if...he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.

If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years...eventually earning the right to be called Mommy!

Good luck men!!

ALL IT TAKES IS A WAVE...

So today the boys and I are headed to Walmart. We're driving down Antioch Rd and we come to the light in front of Hobby Lobby and Commerce Bank. Well, there's a car waiting to pull out from the bank. So, being the kind person that I am, when the light turned green, I allowed that car to pull out in front of me. As she pulled out and we moved on, I waited. It didn't happen. Well, it really pissed me off (must be PMS or something).

How hard is it to lift your arm and give a friendly wave to say thank you? It's not like she couldn't use that arm because her other arm was hanging out the window so she had to be steering with the right arm. She could have even given me a wave with the left arm that wasn't doing anything but hanging out the window.

So next time someone's kind enough to allow you in front of them on the road, give them a friendly "thank you" wave. It'll keep them from having to hop on their blog at home and bitch about it.

YAY, GREY's IS BACK...!!!

First of all, off topic from my title, I have to say I'm not liking my new layout. Look for it to change pretty soon.

Anyway, yes, Grey's Anatomy is back! I'm so excited I could just burst! I was disappointed with the episode though. I want Meredith to hurry up and choose, damnit! Why is it that flaky women like that get all the sexiest "McDreamy" type men?

I felt so bad for Izzy. I just wanted to lie on that floor with her and cry. But such wonderful friends she has that would lie on the bathroom floor with her and just be there. I think that since Izzy can't be with Denny (shame they killed off one of the sexiest), she should be with McVet. They are both such good people. Meredith will just break his heart.

As for George, I don't think he will ever love the freaky doctor. She's telling him she loves him and he won't say it back. He says he wants to wait until he really means it but I just can't see him with her. He needs someone not-so-freaky.

I was impressed with Bailey. She feels responsible for Denny's death. She should feel that way because it was one of her underlings that forced him into the transplant.

As for McDreamy, it doesn't matter to me what he does as long as I can see that sexy face once a week.

I love that Addison hung the panties on the bulliten board. That's something I would have done. She knows it's over.

Anyway, I look forward to next week...

JUST SOME PICTURES...

LUNCH AT MCDONALD'S...

LOL Not really. I have this thing with eating at McDonald's. It absolutely grosses me out. Occassionally, I can handle it. Well, Hubster found this picture and I had to post it. It just cracked me up.

Remember, "2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun"? Well, they need to change that.

IT'S BEEN A WHILE...

I haven't posted anything in quite a while. Life has just been so busy lately.

Big Brother went back to school He's in the 5th grade this year. He says he doesn't like his teacher which is going to make for a difficult year. He started SAGE (Students for Academically Gifted Education) again this year. He says he doesn't like his SAGE teacher either. This is going to be a very difficult year.

Little Brother is doing well. He turns 8 months old today. He's growing up so fast. He has 4 teeth. He's not crawling yet but can army crawl wherever he wants to go. He's beginning to get up on his knees and rock back and forth so it won't be long. He's going to be a monster once he begins to crawl so I'm willing to wait. He's doing great on solid foods now. I've moved him up to textured foods and he's loving it. It's nice when we go to restaurants and he can eat along with us. He's a huge fan of Chinese food...egg drop soup, those little crunchies that go in the soup, and rice. I even dipped his rice in the hot braised sauce and he didn't mind. I'm hoping he's not going to as picky an eater as his older brother.

Big Brother and I began bowling in a league on Sunday afternoons. It's been a struggle because he seems to think he should be an awesome bowler even though he just started. I took him for some lessons last Sunday so at least now he's using the proper form.

My bowling really needs some help too. I'm struggling to even bowl 100. I guess not bowling for 10 years will do that to ya. Now that we're doing it again, I realize how much I really enjoy it. After this league is over, we may just do another. It's a blast.

IN LIGHT OF MY DOUBTS...

I found this on a tshirt and thought it appropriate. It's not that I don't believe in God, it's just that I have problems with our suffering.

GROSS POST AHEAD...

OK so last night we went to the SantaCaliGon Festival in Independence with my sister and her family. I swear, my sister ate everything in the place. I had a pulled pork sandwich with pickles, she had pulled pork, home made potato chips, part of a deep fried turkey leg, a bite of alligator, cinnamon nuts, a funnel cake and whatever else she ate that I didn't see.

Now here's where it gets gross. She would be walking along and tell us to get upwind from her so she could fart. This was pretty funny at the time. Then as we're walking along, we'd smell nasty smells. Some were from garbage cans others from sources unknown.

Now I'm thinking about it this way. She wasn't the only one out there eating anything and everything. So more than likely, there were others silently releasing these deadly gasses. If you're at a festival, and everyone is eating junk food, and everyone releases gasses, and you light a match, what will happen??

NEWS REPORT: Strange explosion rocks Independence Missouri. Details at 7.