Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Word Association
Bobby took it upon himself to open a personal-private email account despite several adults in his life saying very clearly it was not allowed. We were obviously concerned why he chose this particular password.
When he was confronted, Bobby said "I picked it because it was a word you wouldn't associate with me".
True.
CRACKHEAD is definitely not the first word that comes to mind when I think of Bobby. Freckles, maybe.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
THANKS FOR THE GEN-ER-OS-A-TEA
THANKS FOR THE GEN-ER-OS-A-TEA AND CREAT-TEA-VITY.
YOU'RE A PEACH!
Gotta go - The Architect is coming by and we are making some preliminary sketches of the RAD MOM COMMUNE waaaaay out in the sticks. Can I interest you in a Time-Share????
YOU'RE A PEACH!
Gotta go - The Architect is coming by and we are making some preliminary sketches of the RAD MOM COMMUNE waaaaay out in the sticks. Can I interest you in a Time-Share????
Monday, August 9, 2010
APPARENTLY I AM BEAUTIFUL
Apparently, I am beautiful. Well, at least according to the blog award I received tonight from one of my favorite folks evvvahhh (said in my wicked best New England accent). Corey. Truly, she handles what life throws at her (and throws up ON her) with equal parts grace, dignity and spunk. It doesn't hurt that she has a wicked sense of humor, too. Plus, she always cooks amazing yummy healthy recipes for her kids instead of feeding them cereal and McD*nalds like I do. Despite her fabulous cooking skills, I still love her. Lots.
The rules for the blog award are: post the award on your blog, link back to the person that gave it to you, and give it to whomever you want to. But make sure they are beautiful.
But, you know me...every one IS beautiful. In their own way.
So, therefore, by the powers vested in me by Corey, I now pronounce the following blogs as recipients of the Beautiful Blogger Award......drum roll, please....
Holly at A Purpose Driven Life. She is passionate about her family, adoption, God, her husband (who is active Military). Love her blog. Love what she's done and is doing to "unorphan". She is a pure, strong voice in the wilderness.
Monica at Noisy, Colorful, Lively She writes about life and foster parenting. Clear, crisp writing. Clear, crip insights. Kinda like Hemingway, but without the crazy. Well, maybe just a little bit of the crazy. Ya, know - enough to keep things interesting.
Megan at The Terry Household. A mom passionate about adoption, orphans and the Congo. What's the Congo? Don't get her started.....Her posts are bright, cheerful, inspiring, painful and hopeful. Usually not all at the same time...cause that would probably give her a headache.
Lulu at What Now? writes so honestly about the joys and challenges of being adopted by a teenage boy. She is a quiet yet steadfast cheerleader. Reading the everyday unexpected joys of sharing life with an older teen makes me want to open our home to a teen or two, and your home, too. Come on - you have room...I know you do.
Lastly, Lynn at An Accidental Advocate. She sooo gets it and speaks it and teaches it. I am still mulling over some parenting lessons she has so graciuosly shared, and deftly explained, at her blog. Honest support on the challenges of adopting older children and raising children with mental illness and alphabet soup.
The Other Mother at The Other Mother's Blog. Because she's my best friend and I love her. You will too.
I could go on and on and give out a bazillion more awards to some fabulous blogs I follow.... becase there really are so many good ones out there...but a beautiful blogger has got to get some beauty sleep!
The rules for the blog award are: post the award on your blog, link back to the person that gave it to you, and give it to whomever you want to. But make sure they are beautiful.
But, you know me...every one IS beautiful. In their own way.
So, therefore, by the powers vested in me by Corey, I now pronounce the following blogs as recipients of the Beautiful Blogger Award......drum roll, please....
Holly at A Purpose Driven Life. She is passionate about her family, adoption, God, her husband (who is active Military). Love her blog. Love what she's done and is doing to "unorphan". She is a pure, strong voice in the wilderness.
Monica at Noisy, Colorful, Lively She writes about life and foster parenting. Clear, crisp writing. Clear, crip insights. Kinda like Hemingway, but without the crazy. Well, maybe just a little bit of the crazy. Ya, know - enough to keep things interesting.
Megan at The Terry Household. A mom passionate about adoption, orphans and the Congo. What's the Congo? Don't get her started.....Her posts are bright, cheerful, inspiring, painful and hopeful. Usually not all at the same time...cause that would probably give her a headache.
Lulu at What Now? writes so honestly about the joys and challenges of being adopted by a teenage boy. She is a quiet yet steadfast cheerleader. Reading the everyday unexpected joys of sharing life with an older teen makes me want to open our home to a teen or two, and your home, too. Come on - you have room...I know you do.
Lastly, Lynn at An Accidental Advocate. She sooo gets it and speaks it and teaches it. I am still mulling over some parenting lessons she has so graciuosly shared, and deftly explained, at her blog. Honest support on the challenges of adopting older children and raising children with mental illness and alphabet soup.
The Other Mother at The Other Mother's Blog. Because she's my best friend and I love her. You will too.
I could go on and on and give out a bazillion more awards to some fabulous blogs I follow.... becase there really are so many good ones out there...but a beautiful blogger has got to get some beauty sleep!
Welcome to Sunday in MY City
Sunday in MY City:
The Other Mother was the guest Minister at Church Sunday morning while our Minister was on vacation. I must say, she did an amazing job. Once she got going you could have heard a pin drop during her sermon. Our children were focused and complimentary as well. The boys actually SANG some of the hymns. Wow.
It's a good thing her sermon was so good and I felt so spiritually nourished and calm after - because I anticipate my blood pressure will be a little elevated when I speak to both a certain teen and his Social Worker later on today about the, ahem, "Adult Oriented Internet Research" this young man was caught doing in the middle of the night on my laptop. Yeah. Really. Welcome to MY City.
Let me back up a little: Sunday morning, Alex, my oldest boy, was sweet enough to ask me upon awakening: "I have something to tell you but do you really want bad news before church?". Yup. Bring it. And he did. Holy Cr*p.
Apparently, Alex woke up at 3 am to use the bathroom and found an unamed child sitting at the kitchen counter with my plugged in, lap-top computer. When Alex asked what he was doing on my computer - Dude replied "watching a movie". Alex said "Dude - you need to go to bed". Dude shut the computer cover quickly and went to bed. Alex waited and checked what was on the screen, locked the computer and kept all the screens as they were so we could see....Holy Cr*p. Ewwwww. Is that even physically possible????
I checked my history and this has happened a few late nights before in the past month. The other concern is this child takes an evening sleeping pill that is TWICE the dosage of another child's same sleeping pill. In other words, he is on enough sleep meds to knock out a horse, but has still gotten up in the middle of the night to look at internet stuff. Yeah. I'm not even a little OK with this. I get that it is developmentally appropriate for a almost 14 year old boy to be interested in this (in the 60's and 70's boys sneaked looks at Playboy Magazine...now we have the internet...) But, still, I am not OK with this. Not even a little.
The funny thing is a few weeks ago I was looking for a recipe and couldn't remember the site it came from, so I went to "History" with The Other Mother standing over my shoulder and there some adult sites listed in the wee hours of the morning. I freaked and saw the blog listed right before was an adoption blog that I recently began to visit that advocates and fundraises for special needs kids in orphanages...
So for the past few weeks I haven't gone back to that blog, thinking I picked up a virus there - and the pictures of the orphanage were really p*rn pics in disguise designed to infect your computer ...OK so I have an over-active imagination....but really...It wasn't me looking at...Ewwwww. Gross. Well, you don't want to know. Really. It never occurred to me it was one of the kids looking at stuff in the middle of the night, cuz they are on sleep meds and show NO interest in my lap top computer...the Wii on the other hand, has their full attention.....
So, any how, back to the CHURCH THING:
Upon arriving to church, a well respected older gentleman asked to have a word with The Other Mother after church. Hmmmmm. During coffee hour they chatted in the back of the room for some time. We were busy with coffee hour and she didn't tell me what the conversation was about until we were at home having lunch. In summary, he asked if she would consider being the Chaplain to the Fire Department. Wow. Holy Smokes! What an honor...I got a little verklempt (happy-proud-weepy) with all that implied....
And being asked to be Fire Chaplain totally balances out the p*rn thing... At least in my world.
PS: Editorial Clarification/Technically speaking: I had previously stated The Other Mother was the Minister at church. She was not. She was the GUEST Minister. No offense to anyone for my error. Sorry, but I am new at this Guest-Minister's Wife Thing...
The Other Mother was the guest Minister at Church Sunday morning while our Minister was on vacation. I must say, she did an amazing job. Once she got going you could have heard a pin drop during her sermon. Our children were focused and complimentary as well. The boys actually SANG some of the hymns. Wow.
It's a good thing her sermon was so good and I felt so spiritually nourished and calm after - because I anticipate my blood pressure will be a little elevated when I speak to both a certain teen and his Social Worker later on today about the, ahem, "Adult Oriented Internet Research" this young man was caught doing in the middle of the night on my laptop. Yeah. Really. Welcome to MY City.
Let me back up a little: Sunday morning, Alex, my oldest boy, was sweet enough to ask me upon awakening: "I have something to tell you but do you really want bad news before church?". Yup. Bring it. And he did. Holy Cr*p.
Apparently, Alex woke up at 3 am to use the bathroom and found an unamed child sitting at the kitchen counter with my plugged in, lap-top computer. When Alex asked what he was doing on my computer - Dude replied "watching a movie". Alex said "Dude - you need to go to bed". Dude shut the computer cover quickly and went to bed. Alex waited and checked what was on the screen, locked the computer and kept all the screens as they were so we could see....Holy Cr*p. Ewwwww. Is that even physically possible????
I checked my history and this has happened a few late nights before in the past month. The other concern is this child takes an evening sleeping pill that is TWICE the dosage of another child's same sleeping pill. In other words, he is on enough sleep meds to knock out a horse, but has still gotten up in the middle of the night to look at internet stuff. Yeah. I'm not even a little OK with this. I get that it is developmentally appropriate for a almost 14 year old boy to be interested in this (in the 60's and 70's boys sneaked looks at Playboy Magazine...now we have the internet...) But, still, I am not OK with this. Not even a little.
The funny thing is a few weeks ago I was looking for a recipe and couldn't remember the site it came from, so I went to "History" with The Other Mother standing over my shoulder and there some adult sites listed in the wee hours of the morning. I freaked and saw the blog listed right before was an adoption blog that I recently began to visit that advocates and fundraises for special needs kids in orphanages...
So for the past few weeks I haven't gone back to that blog, thinking I picked up a virus there - and the pictures of the orphanage were really p*rn pics in disguise designed to infect your computer ...OK so I have an over-active imagination....but really...It wasn't me looking at...Ewwwww. Gross. Well, you don't want to know. Really. It never occurred to me it was one of the kids looking at stuff in the middle of the night, cuz they are on sleep meds and show NO interest in my lap top computer...the Wii on the other hand, has their full attention.....
So, any how, back to the CHURCH THING:
Upon arriving to church, a well respected older gentleman asked to have a word with The Other Mother after church. Hmmmmm. During coffee hour they chatted in the back of the room for some time. We were busy with coffee hour and she didn't tell me what the conversation was about until we were at home having lunch. In summary, he asked if she would consider being the Chaplain to the Fire Department. Wow. Holy Smokes! What an honor...I got a little verklempt (happy-proud-weepy) with all that implied....
And being asked to be Fire Chaplain totally balances out the p*rn thing... At least in my world.
PS: Editorial Clarification/Technically speaking: I had previously stated The Other Mother was the Minister at church. She was not. She was the GUEST Minister. No offense to anyone for my error. Sorry, but I am new at this Guest-Minister's Wife Thing...
Last Of The Season
The day was overcast with scattered thunderstorms. Not suitable to kayaking on the pond. The boys were disappointed. Truth be told, we were all disappointed. It was cold and damp enough to warrant one of our favorite lunches: grilled cheese and tomato soup. Yeah, I know that is a winter meal - but hey, here in Northern Vermont, it gets cold early. In fact, it was 45 degrees Saturday night. Really.
The chilly, damp weather today was, however, just fine for bluebery picking.
Don't you know, the 20 pounds The Other Mother and I picked last week will only get us so far through the winter.
We just had to get some more before they are past season. Probably this week they'll be done.
Plus, if the boys participated in picking a few pounds, theoretically, they'd be more inclined to eat them in recipes throughout the year.
Blueberry Pancakes, Blueberry Muffins, Blueberry Smoothies, Blueberry Pie, Blueberry Crisp, Blueberry Scones, Blueberry Crepes, Blueberry Blintzes............hmmmmmmmm
The chilly, damp weather today was, however, just fine for bluebery picking.
Don't you know, the 20 pounds The Other Mother and I picked last week will only get us so far through the winter.
We just had to get some more before they are past season. Probably this week they'll be done.
Plus, if the boys participated in picking a few pounds, theoretically, they'd be more inclined to eat them in recipes throughout the year.
Blueberry Pancakes, Blueberry Muffins, Blueberry Smoothies, Blueberry Pie, Blueberry Crisp, Blueberry Scones, Blueberry Crepes, Blueberry Blintzes............hmmmmmmmm
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Heee's Baaaaack
He's baaaack. Picked up Bobby at the dock from Camp. He is taller and tanner - but still covered in freckles and just as stinkin' cute as when he left a month ago.
On our ride home, we circled several times on the single road running through a tiny picturesque New Hampshire Town settled in the 1760's. We were searching for the boulder strewn swimming hole I briefly spied through the trees as went over a tiny bridge back on the main road. It had to be somewhere. Thankfully, we saw a woman being walked by her elegant, brindled boxer dog, Ivy. She directed us to a well hidden lane that led to the river and an amazing swimming hole that entertained the four of us for the rest of the afternoon.
Early to bed tonight. Guess who is the preaching at church tomorrow? Yup. The Other Mother is the minister at our United Church (Methodist + UCC). Hmmmm. Doesn't that make me the minister's wife?????
On our ride home, we circled several times on the single road running through a tiny picturesque New Hampshire Town settled in the 1760's. We were searching for the boulder strewn swimming hole I briefly spied through the trees as went over a tiny bridge back on the main road. It had to be somewhere. Thankfully, we saw a woman being walked by her elegant, brindled boxer dog, Ivy. She directed us to a well hidden lane that led to the river and an amazing swimming hole that entertained the four of us for the rest of the afternoon.
Early to bed tonight. Guess who is the preaching at church tomorrow? Yup. The Other Mother is the minister at our United Church (Methodist + UCC). Hmmmm. Doesn't that make me the minister's wife?????
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