Do you remember those days of Vacation Bible School as a kid? I know some of you, specifically those that grew up in more rural communities, surely will.
We'd anxiously await the church bus, because you just had to ride the bus to avoid missing out on any fun times. Then we'd get there, have the little assembly, go to our rooms, play games, make crafts, maybe play the handbells, go to the fellowship hall for a few of those 'ring' cookies that look like flowers and some red kool-aid, head back to more classroom fun and then head home.
One of those crafts that I still have somewhere is a fish shape cut from wood with key hooks on it, painted red by your truly (and accented with a few stickers). It was a key holder for you to give your parents.
The best part was getting to choose a piece of gum or such out of a golden treasure chest...just for inviting a friend to VBS!!
Miles came home yesterday with her very first VBS crafty project. She is so proud of that necklace. Last night she talked on and on about how excited she was for VBS again. Tomorrow she has to bring $1 towards sending a soccer ball to countries where children don't get many toys. This will thrill her, as she loves soccer!
The only drawback is that you have to be four to attend unless your parent is a VBS volunteer, and since I didn't volunteer, Lola can't go. On one hand, it just breaks her little heart that Sissy is gone. on the other hand, she is loving every second of having me all to herself again for a few hours.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Emma tagged me!!!
Here are the rules:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blog.
e. Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Here are the 6 things about ME:
1. I have contacts but I LOVE glasses!!
2. I prefer a station wagon over a smaller, sportier car.
3. I'm a natural golden-ish blonde who dyes her hair almost black. My eyebrows and eyelashes are barely visible before I dye them, too.
4. I am an artist, though it took me about three years of being an official artist to feel comfortable enough to call myself one in front of people.
5. I am super creative but just can't get into scrapbooking bc I don't like drawn out projects!
6. I am super cheap! Yeah, all those clothes you like that I wear? Yeah, they were prolly clearanced out!!
Tagged: Stephanie, Shea, Casey, Emily, Angel
Here are the rules:
a. Link to the person who tagged you.
b. Post the rules on your blog.
c. Write six random things about yourself.
d. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blog.
e. Let each person know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment at their blog.
f. Let your tagger know when your entry is up.
Here are the 6 things about ME:
1. I have contacts but I LOVE glasses!!
2. I prefer a station wagon over a smaller, sportier car.
3. I'm a natural golden-ish blonde who dyes her hair almost black. My eyebrows and eyelashes are barely visible before I dye them, too.
4. I am an artist, though it took me about three years of being an official artist to feel comfortable enough to call myself one in front of people.
5. I am super creative but just can't get into scrapbooking bc I don't like drawn out projects!
6. I am super cheap! Yeah, all those clothes you like that I wear? Yeah, they were prolly clearanced out!!
Tagged: Stephanie, Shea, Casey, Emily, Angel
Monday, June 16, 2008
Timothy took a picture of Little Richard!!
A continuation of sorts to my original Little Richard experience found here!!
Whoooooooooooo took a picture of Little Richard? I'll tell ya who! Timothy took a picture of Little Richard!!
His story: I can attest to the, um... involuntary zombie-like stalker state an unexpected encounter with Little Richard can put you in. For I, was abducted too! Sort of. I mean, It's kinda like being abducted right?
Here's how I remember mine....
Walking out of the Nashville Hilton on saturday morning. A little hazy from the honky-tonking the night before.
And out of the corner of my eye, I see this shimmering gold object, bright as the sun! Instantly, my body moves towards this object. (why?) I am alert now....adrenaline pump-ING! (what is happening???)
Before I know it I am 15 feet in front of "thee" Little Richard. And he is amazing. So much information to take in, green gem stone shoes, perfect hair, the smell of hairspray, that little moustache, all wrapped in this shiny gold suit ...he looks good, but is on crutches.....and would you know?
Not that little in person, sort of average-sized. Anyways, My hand is outstretched with an object pointed in his direction. It's my camera!(where did that come from?)
I hear him say in his awesome Little Richard voice, "no don't, I don't want people to see me this way."
I click...It's like a dagger in my heart, I'm a jerk. But hey, It's a digital camera, no flash, Little Richard doesn't know that I got one off. So I quickly put the camera down and say "okay...oops sorry!"
I still remember him as it was yesterday, Little Richard leaning on his crutches against his Escalade with hands close to his face in a paparazzi proof defensive pose. I say encouragingly, "you look GREAT Little Richard!" (who am i??)
He responds with the facial equivalent of the four finger wave you mentioned in your post, (probably a little more annoyed) which informs me to (kindly) beat it. Which I do.
Whoooooooooooo took a picture of Little Richard? I'll tell ya who! Timothy took a picture of Little Richard!!
His story: I can attest to the, um... involuntary zombie-like stalker state an unexpected encounter with Little Richard can put you in. For I, was abducted too! Sort of. I mean, It's kinda like being abducted right?
Here's how I remember mine....
Walking out of the Nashville Hilton on saturday morning. A little hazy from the honky-tonking the night before.
And out of the corner of my eye, I see this shimmering gold object, bright as the sun! Instantly, my body moves towards this object. (why?) I am alert now....adrenaline pump-ING! (what is happening???)
Before I know it I am 15 feet in front of "thee" Little Richard. And he is amazing. So much information to take in, green gem stone shoes, perfect hair, the smell of hairspray, that little moustache, all wrapped in this shiny gold suit ...he looks good, but is on crutches.....and would you know?
Not that little in person, sort of average-sized. Anyways, My hand is outstretched with an object pointed in his direction. It's my camera!(where did that come from?)
I hear him say in his awesome Little Richard voice, "no don't, I don't want people to see me this way."
I click...It's like a dagger in my heart, I'm a jerk. But hey, It's a digital camera, no flash, Little Richard doesn't know that I got one off. So I quickly put the camera down and say "okay...oops sorry!"
I still remember him as it was yesterday, Little Richard leaning on his crutches against his Escalade with hands close to his face in a paparazzi proof defensive pose. I say encouragingly, "you look GREAT Little Richard!" (who am i??)
He responds with the facial equivalent of the four finger wave you mentioned in your post, (probably a little more annoyed) which informs me to (kindly) beat it. Which I do.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Daddy's day...
The kids and I took Phillip out for breakfast and gave him a new Wii game, an extra Wii nunchuck so he can box his friends on Wii, some new boxers and a hardback copy of a children's book by out favorite children's arthor, Lauren Child, called Hubert Horatio Barble Bobten-Trent because he loved the illustration contained within. I think he liked it all.
We also visited my dad, where we gave him some Bath and Body products from the Woodlands line and an apple and spice candle. We had a delicious lunch of baked chicken breasts, homemade au gratin potatoes, carrots, butter beans, homemade fried cream corn, rolls and dessert. YUMMY!
We also visited my dad, where we gave him some Bath and Body products from the Woodlands line and an apple and spice candle. We had a delicious lunch of baked chicken breasts, homemade au gratin potatoes, carrots, butter beans, homemade fried cream corn, rolls and dessert. YUMMY!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
The library
My kids love the 'liberry'. Tonight we went and once again signed up for summer reading. Last summer they absolutely loved getting to pick out prizes for reading. Well, for being read to, but you knew what I meant. I can't wait to take them in to report their reading and pick thier prizes!!
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Fish and chips?
Our good friend Casey is in jolly ol' England for business. I am jealous, though he wasn't that excited since he is not actually in London.
Somehow, he just HAS to find a way to visit Diana's grave!!!!!! We all saw the dramz surrounding her death unfold together via live tv back in college.
Can I get a WOOT WOOT for Throneberry Properties/Rosewood/Oak Park?
Somehow, he just HAS to find a way to visit Diana's grave!!!!!! We all saw the dramz surrounding her death unfold together via live tv back in college.
Can I get a WOOT WOOT for Throneberry Properties/Rosewood/Oak Park?
Friday, June 6, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Stephanie's wisdom
I am cracking myself up because I feel just like my friend, Stephanie, who always blogs about bad experiences before letting the company know about her blog. Maybe I'll point O' Charley's in this direction.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
O' Charleys disappoints us
We went to O' Charley's tonight on Old fort Parkway in Murfreesboro. The bread was hot and wonderful. The salad was great. The fries were delicious. The chicken tenders...not so much.
First, let me say that for a long time, we would get bread that seemed old, in contrast to last night when we got hot, soft rolls. Also, for a while, it seemed like the fries were always soggy and soaked in the juices from the steak or grilled chicken I'd usually order. None of that deterred us from returning. However...last night was it.
The kids got Chicken O' Tenders. They each got one small normal tender and two tiny oddly-shaped pieces that looked like scraps. I got the pretzel coated tenders. They tasted good...but they were all different shapes and sizes, with some nugget sized pieces, two normal strips and one flat piece. It was just a random mix. Then I ate some. Grissel. Ahhhhhh! Mine were so grissely that I only ate part of two and got too grossed out to continue. The last bite had to be discreetly spit into a bev nap. There was no way I could keep chewing something that was popping between my teeth but never breaking down. GROSS.
Perhaps I am wrong, but it seemed clear that they are trying to save money by getting their chicken from somewhere else. That really stinks for them, though, because the chicken tenders are what they are famous for. It seems like a huge mistake to go changing the chicken tenders. I mean, they bore no resemblance to the Chicken O' Tenders everyone has come to expect. Usually you get an entree of chicken strips. Not last night.
We will not be back to O' Charley's for a lonnnnng time. Strange, considering that this has been one of our very regular choices for eating out for the past eight years that Phillip and I have been together.
First, let me say that for a long time, we would get bread that seemed old, in contrast to last night when we got hot, soft rolls. Also, for a while, it seemed like the fries were always soggy and soaked in the juices from the steak or grilled chicken I'd usually order. None of that deterred us from returning. However...last night was it.
The kids got Chicken O' Tenders. They each got one small normal tender and two tiny oddly-shaped pieces that looked like scraps. I got the pretzel coated tenders. They tasted good...but they were all different shapes and sizes, with some nugget sized pieces, two normal strips and one flat piece. It was just a random mix. Then I ate some. Grissel. Ahhhhhh! Mine were so grissely that I only ate part of two and got too grossed out to continue. The last bite had to be discreetly spit into a bev nap. There was no way I could keep chewing something that was popping between my teeth but never breaking down. GROSS.
Perhaps I am wrong, but it seemed clear that they are trying to save money by getting their chicken from somewhere else. That really stinks for them, though, because the chicken tenders are what they are famous for. It seems like a huge mistake to go changing the chicken tenders. I mean, they bore no resemblance to the Chicken O' Tenders everyone has come to expect. Usually you get an entree of chicken strips. Not last night.
We will not be back to O' Charley's for a lonnnnng time. Strange, considering that this has been one of our very regular choices for eating out for the past eight years that Phillip and I have been together.
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