You Are 85% Real

There's hardly a person on this earth more real than you are. You have no problem showing people who you are, flaws and all. For you, there couldn't be any other way. Because it's way too stressful to live an inauthentic life. You're very comfortable with yourself. And because of this, you're able to live an exciting, interesting, and challenging life.

WELL I ALWAYS DID THINK I WAS PRETTY MUCH A "REAL" GIRL. WHAT YOU SEE IS WHAT YOU GET KIND OF GAL.

Ok there is really only one week of VBS. But in my house it usually goes something like this:

One week spent preparing for VBS. I teach the K - 6th crafts classes at our church. So at least a week is spent buying supplies, cutting supplies, making decorations for the room etc.

Then one week of VBS. Oddly enough VBS is only from 8 to 11 yet nothing else much really seems to get done that week. It is not just me either at least three days that week both me and Em came home and took a nap. And Emily NEVER naps!

Then one week recovering from VBS. During this week I try to find the house after the two weeks of neglect it received. I must be getting better because other than being very behind on laundry the house work wasn't really in all that of a bad shape.

Here is a picture of the crafts we did this year:



We did the Game Day theme so they are all sports oriented. There is a cork message board, a wooden gym bag tag, a sports bead zipper pull, a jersey prayer journal, and a CD case picture frame.

Also Cecil's birthday fell in during VBS again this year. The kids and I had been saving change for months so we wouldn't have to ask him for money but still be able to buy him a great present. We got him a gas grill with an ignition switch, 2 burners, a thermostat, a shelf on one side and a side burner on the other.



Not too shabby to have been paid for with change if you ask me.

Any way this is clean up week. I did get a day out of the house yesterday. I took Bran and his friend Mason up to work our church's food bank. Then a member of our group scheduled a Texas wildlife biologist to come and speak to our group about snakes. (sorry I forgot my camera)

Afterwards I did a bit of errand running, got the boys hair cut, grocery store, snack at Sonic, ordered our Angel Food, etc. I've been finding it hard to inspire myself to get the house clean. I know I need to get my rear in gear. My MIL is supposed to come stay a week or two. My DH is planning to pick her up Saturday so I really do need to get going. I really thought after taking a day off yesterday (I even just popped frozen pizza in the oven for supper) would be the break I needed to really dig in there today. So far .... not so much.

OK I took a little while off blogging while finishing up the school year. We worked hard trying to get to a good stopping place for the summer. Emily will work a little through out the summer because she has just now gotten on a roll and learning in leaps and bounds. I don't think stopping now for 3 months is a good idea. Brandon has a summer schedule:

Monday- Spelling & Journal
Tuesday- Spelling & Math
Wednesday- Spelling & Journal
Thursday- Spelling & Math
Friday- Spelling & Journal

His Spelling and handwriting still leave a lot to be desired. Spelling takes about 10 minutes tops. I started him doing the journal a couple of months ago to improve his spelling, handwriting and grammar. Math I just didn't want to waste the beginning of the school year reminding him everything he already learned.

While I was on my posting hiatus we had our last day of AHS/CAHE Spring Soccer. We finished up the season with the last game, a picnic, and trophies. I didn't get a good picture of the kids receiving their trophies because I was handing them out. So, I took a picture of them with them on their awards day.

The same day of the soccer party we also had an afternoon field trip to KETK TV station where Scott Chesner our local weather man talked to the kids about all that goes into putting the weather on TV. Then we toured the rest of the studio.


That dark blob on the left upper hand side of the monitor is the back Em's head. She was wearing her lime green soccer jersey so her shirt didn't show up while standing against the green screen. Mason was carrying her on his shoulders so it just looks like this head is floating around.

Weather Area

Green Screen

Kids in front of Weather Truck

Maddie, Branflake, Mason, Mariah, and Emily

The soccer party and field trip were Wednesday. Thursday we went to the library. We returned 22 books the librarian pointed out. Then we checked out 33! 25 of those were Emily's. She simply wouldn't budge. She just had to have them all.

We spent Memorial Day weekend playing and working in the yard. Cecil tried cutting down the grape vine that has overtaken our back fence. Little did he know it was also covered with poison ivy. He now has a poison ivy rash from head to toe. He looks like a plague victim. I tried to take a picture of him but the camera didn't pick up the true hideousness of the rash. Otherwise we did lots of grilling and relaxing. Cecil was off Friday through Monday so we enjoyed time with him. (Even though he did work on the computer all weekend, surprise?)

I enjoyed a nice brunch and shopping with my mom on Sat. morning. Then Saturday night we cooked a huge nice meal to celebrate the kids finishing up the school year. I gave them their last report cards, their awards and a couple of small gifts.






Now I've got one week to get ready for VBS. I'm teaching crafts K-6th again. I love VBS but I usually start getting ready way before the last week before it. This year's theme is sporty so it should be really easy to decorate for. I better log off for now and go back to cutting ribbon and plastic folders.

I missed a couple of days going to the gym last week. I thought, "That's OK I'll make it up this week by working out extra hard." For Mother's Day I got the mp3 I needed (ok wanted)to work out with and a couple of workout outfits with a water bottle. Yeah! I couldn't wait to use them Monday morning...but I set the alarm for 4:45 PM instead of AM accidentally.

OK, well....we'll make up for it by going every day for the rest of the week I tell my gym partner.

Then last night Cecil says I can't go because he needs to go to work early. So, being the good submissive wife that I am I set my alarm for 4:45 AM anyway. I was convinced that he wouldn't really get up early and even more determined that I would go to the gym anyway.

Apparently I matured over night or some such wisdom hit me and the reality that I couldn't go to the gym if my husband said, "no" sank in. So, I turned the alarm off at the very first buzz this morning. But I hadn't grown up that much because I waited a few minutes then rolled over and asked my husband if he was getting up. (In my mind I'm thinking "if he says no I still have time to get ready to go.") He mumbles, "yes" but rolls over and continues sleeping.

OK, I'm quickly losing this being a good submissive wife battle. Then I think to myself... "well whether I go or not I still could get up and get my bath. But... Then I realized that if he really does get up I would have used up all the hot water and slowed him down in getting ready for work. He needs a bath before me. So, good sacrificing wife that I am I get up and run him a tub of water. I then nicely go in and tell him his bath is ready. BTW At this point I had already sent a message to my gym partner that I couldn't go today and she had promptly went back to bed...so my plans were already shot. "What time is it?" he asks. "5:30", I announce proudly. (See what I good wife I am..getting up early and running bath water for my husband..and helping get up and off to work early like he wanted to?) "I'm too tired, I've got to get some more sleep." "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?" (I said in my head because I'm way too good of a submissive wife to say that out loud.)

OH, no no this wouldn't do. I was up and awake when I hate mornings. My plans were ruined and this man ruined them for his plans and now he was not getting up! So, being the good submissive wife that I am I decided to cook breakfast. Loudly cook breakfast. (our room is right off the kitchen) Then I woke my son up. (he did say he liked it when I went to the gym because I got him up early which meant he finished school early) But as an added bonus...he also has never learned to whisper and walks through the house with all the stealth and quiet of a baby elephant. Can I help it if he is loud and he might just might disturb my sleeping husband? After all I'm just being a good wife and cooking breakfast. (forget the fact that I hate mornings and never ever cook breakfast)

So, my ds eats and announces he is going back to bed. So much for that idea. Meanwhile dh still hasn't budged from bed. I went in and announced your breakfast is ready. Two eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Who could deny I'm a great wife? Bath ran and breakfast cooked. Yes, I'm a wonder. Do you know what he says to me? I'm going to email my boss and tell him I've got to come in late today to take care of a situation that came up. "NO FREAKIN' WAY YOU JUST DID THIS TO ME!" (again I think but don't say because I'm way too good of a submissive wife to say such a thing out loud.) Now, fact is there is a situation that needs to be dealt with but I had no idea he had decided to take care of it THIS morning and since he did in fact decide to take care of it THIS very morning (but no where near the time I actually go to the gym) THEN WHY EXACTLY COULD I NOT GO TO THE GYM?

So, he sends said email and goes right back to bed without eating my scrumptious breakfast. I ate my breakfast not at the dining room table but at my computer in the bed room. (oops I hope it didn't disturb his sleep) Being the good wife that I am when I noticed him shivering (because I had removed the comforter from the bed and turned up the AC to freezing) I got a blanket out of the hope chest and put over them. I then went to get in the bath that I had ran for him.

While in the bath I thought well if he is not going in until later then may be R and I can still go to the gym before her dh has to go into his job. But alas, she went back to bed and I couldn't reach her. So, it is just me up stewing while the rest of the world sleeps. I've already had breakfast, a pot of coffee, and bathed & dressed with no place to go.

So, I decided to do Bible study while I had this quiet time. What did the Lord say to me this morning?

"with all lowliness and gentleness, with long suffering, bearing with one another in love, endeavoring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace."
Ephesians 4:2,3

"Therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved, put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, long suffering; bearing with on another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do."
Colossians 3: 11,12

Lowliness? Gentleness? Long suffering? Tender mercies? Kindness, humility, meekness, forgiveness? I displayed those traits this morning, right? OK No. I really fail the submissive 101 class on a regular basis. Good thing Cecil is aces at the whole long suffering thing or we would be in a world of hurt as a couple.

But Dog gone! Have you ever noticed that God has a way of telling you exactly what you need to hear exactly when you don't really want to hear it? *sigh* OH, well I guess I have to listen. I mean He is God and all........

Well, I just cleaned the toilet. Yes, the toilet the Lucifer of all housewife chores. The next one running a close second being is the fridge/freezer and the scary stuff that accumulates at the bottom under the crispers. Of course as I scrubbed and sanitized I did as I always do and mentally ranted at the unfairness of it all. I mean really, why do I have to be the one to clean the toilet? I sit down. I have wonderful aim from that vantage point. Everything just goes straight down. It's those others. Those other no aim having throne vistors. They spend countless hours in their life times working on their aims with sports and video games. Here is a hint for them folks. AIM at the FRIGGIN' water in the middle! If you are so handicapped that this is beyond you then you should have to clean this mess not me.

Then it hit me. I could make a bundle on toilets that self clean...no no wait... toilets that give the bad aimers a little zap. Yes, one drop on the pot outta place and it gives you back a little shock. I mean really, men spend a fortune on gadgets to improve their golf swings and what not... why not something to improve their toilet aims? Tell them it is a sport and they'll love it. I personally think it's a fabulous idea. When you see it on QVC for $19.99 remember I thought of it first.

Ya know it's gonna happen. We bought a enclosure that is supposed to keep the kids from falling off. But what happens they don't zip up the door? Off goes Em right through the opening. She is fine. I thought for a while that I was gonna have to give Daddy CPR after he saw his little angel fly off and land directly on her neck. They both survived. Imagine that?


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Last Saturday the kids checked out soooo many books that I didn't bother to check one out myself. I figured that I'd be too busy reading out loud to them to enjoy a book for my own. HUGE mistake. The second you don't have a book you crave nothing so desperately as to have a book. On top of that I started feeling sick...what do you do when your sick? Read! And it has been raining...what do you do when it rains? Oh, surely you get my point by now.

So, after I dragged myself out of the house and sacrificed my own comfort for my son (am I playing it up enough?) so he could play soccer on Wednesday, I decided to make a detour by the library and pick up myself a book. Emily (the girl who doesn't like books) surprisingly had gone through all of hers so she got some more too. So here is what we have now.

Brandon's Books: Rechecked out the books he got on Sat.

Emily's Books:
Are you my Mommy (tab and texture book)
Amelia Bedelia and The Surprise Shower by Peggy Parish
Paddington's Garden by Michael Bond
Milly and Tilly by Kate Summers
Curious George and The Pizzaby Marget and H.A. Rey's
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
by Judith Viorst
Make Way for Dumb Bunnies by Sue Denim
(Oh Lord how did she sneak that in?)
Alexander and The Magic Mouse by Martha Sanders
A Giraffe and a Half by Shel Silverstein
On the First Day of Grade School by Emily Brenner
The Pain and the Great One by Judy Blume
Franklin Plays the Game by Paulette Bourgeois and Brenda Clark

April's Books:
Firethorn by Sarah Micklem
Flight of the Night Hawks by Raymond E. Feist
The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

My husband usually comes home each evening and tells me all about his work day. Sometimes it sounds like the day before. In those cases, I tend to nod every now and then, while tuning in and out, paying just enough attention to not be completely ignoring him. Then if he happens to say something interesting I can then fully tune him back in.

The other day I had him tuned in because his company had their yearly
awards ceremony and he was telling me who won what award..
"Keith won Technical Excellence, Syringes was Cell Of The Year.... "
So, I interrupt
(interrupting people who are speaking is a wonderful habit I have)
"Who won for Administrative Excellence?" I ask.
He then goes on and on about how Keith really deserved the Technical Excellence award and how he is glad he won.
Yes, yes, Keith is a great guy, works hard and all that but.....
"Who won the Administrative Excellence Award?"
Then he goes on about the meeting that he had to go to before the Awards.
OK.... yea, I get it, I know you hate meetings..... but
"Who won the Administrative Excellence Award?"
Finally he goes, "Oh, well, I did." all dull like the whole thing bored him!

To my knowledge he is the only employee to win that award TWICE. My husband tends to be both a private and very humble man. I guess there is always the possibility that he just didn't think his achievement was important. But the more I stewed on it (stewing is another fine talent I have) the more it bugged me. If I had never pressed him would he have mentioned that he'd won? This is soooo classic Cecil. He can talk all day long about work but talk about himself? Are you kiddin'???

Then it hit me...... wait a minute.... don't those awards come with some cash? Not a lot.. but enough to show a little appreciation? Now, I get it. He wasn't trying to hide he won an award plaque. (In fact he then pulled it out to show the kids) He just wasn't wanting to tell me he won money.

Right before mother's day too! How convenient! Now, why would that dear sweet man be wanting to keep that kind of information from his clothes loving, gym membership craving, curriculum addicted, needing a new hair style, loyal and adoring wife?

Just kidding, honey! Congrats on the Administrative Excellence Award. Lord knows you deserve it! I'm very proud of you. Now.....

Now that you have won the stinkin' award (again).....


STOP WORKING SO FRIGGIN' MUCH!!!!!

The pain, the horror, the snot, the sore throat, the puffy watery eyes, the gasping for air, the lack of flavor, the raw sinus's, the tender nose, the sneezing, the weird pressure in your ears, the sniffling, the trying desperately to breath out your nose, the generally yucky feeling of a head COLD.


Why?!?

OH,why me?!?

Why must I suffer so?!?

What did I ever do to deserve this?

Does anyone really expect me to function like this?

Oh, what a cold cruel world!!!

Em: "Mommy"

Em: "Mommy"

Em: "Mommy"

Mom: "What Emily!" (in really snappy, irritated, why on earth are you bugging me Mommy voice)

Em: "Mommy, how do you spell LOVE?"

Note: In her hands are a pencil and a little slip of paper with the word Mommy already carefully written on it.....

Mom: "L - O - V - E" (in much softer, isn't she so precious, aren't I ashamed of myself voice)


Some times being a Mommy is rather humbling....


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