Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Day 3 - Hang flyer on a billboard.

Today's task drove me crazy because I had so much anxiety over possibly having to speak to someone about hanging up my sign. Thankfully a friend unknowingly helped me out by asking if I would be going to 7-11 anytime soon.
There was my perfect excuse. So I got her her soda fix and asked the cashier, who I am very familiar with (he he, not because I go there a lot at all) and she said I could hang it up. Whew!!!!
I asked my son to let me take a picture of him with it but he wouldn't let me. So here is the picture I got of him. Oh, the flyer reads, "Take what you need" The rip off tags on the bottom are "Faith, hope, courage, Love" What a nice reminder.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Things heard in my massage parlor. SCARY!

My bones are barely cool.  I wuv them.

OK, I demand absolute silence from now unless it is to say how much you plan to tip me.

Oh man, you are going to make me choke to death from the laughing, or tooting.  Man it stinks over here now.

Toot!  That toot meant no to your question.

Man your feet are gross.  Really dirty and they stink.  Good thing it is not my hands touching them....but a spoon.


That was a scary massage parlor.  I was pleased with the 10% discount for saying I worked with old people though.

Day 2 - Give out Valentines

I let all the kids pick a family to give out Valentines too. Appleseed was thinking with his hand rubbing his chin. Then I went to take the picture and he stopped and frowned.
We made our Valentines. Sorry sister that I didn't use the stuff you gave us. I didn't know we had stuff in our box until I saw one other sisters. We will use it another time as I hope to do random acts of kindness throught the year.
Here is Appleseed's choice which was not a big surprise. He cries for Grandma when he is in trouble, scared, sick, had a nightmare, doesn't want to eat....pretty much anytime. He loves his Grandma.
This is Butterball's choice. She has always been a very dear friend to him and he adores her and her family. Course we all do. Her Mom is also someone that Appleseed has cried out for when he is upset, and he pretend calls her all the time.
Here is Butterbean's choice. She dearly loves this girl. They are amazing and always giving.
And Applseed or Cricket's choice. Cricket is technically too young so Appleseed got two choices. We love them too. At one time my boys were going to marry these girls. And there is Applseed in true fashion with my boys, wearing two different shoes.
I love our random acts and so do my kids. Thank you again sister!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Random Acts of Christmas Kindness Day 1

For Christmas we received a Christmas countdown package from my sister where we get to do random acts of kindness to help us celebrate Christmas.  Today was Day 1.  We were to round up stray carts in a store parking lot and put them in the stalls.  My kids were so excited and chose Wal-mart as our store.
We parked at the very back so we could bring any carts that were way back there.  I was very nervous that my kids would hit a car.
Even little Cricket helped in his own way.
 
Then my daughter and I had to go back to the store again so we did some more carts.  We tried to take them to where they put them in the store but the door was down.  I hope we didn't make more work for them by having them there.
There was a Sub for Santa table at the entrance.  We picked a paper and then went and got the item.  It was a lot of fun to pick it out.  My daughter needs a little more compassion for others as she was a bit grumpy that it was not for her and said she wants one just like it. 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

NiNjAs!

I came home from work to find Ninjas had invaded my home! Or at least almost as this one was told by his sister that she can still tell who he is.
This Ninja said she is sure people will still be able to tell who she is because of her lazy eye. Darn that lazy eye give away. And the freckle on her neck line.
Now we can't tell who this Ninja is, although he said he is having trouble seeing. What fun creative minds they have.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Thanksgiving Hike

My kids are the youngest ones in the group so while the others were riding trail bikes and what not, my kid wanted to go exploring.  I loved it and had a great time with them.  I learned I am not good at climbing through barb wire fences AT ALL. Appleseed told us we were going to hunt Indians and that he had seen some over there and he had a golf ball to throw and hit them.
At one point my daughter said there was a pit bull there that would chew off your face. She told us if it ripped our face off it wasn't her fault
Appleseed was making me laugh so hard. Several times he would fall and get up saying, "I'm OK."
My niece came with us but stopped part of the way because her shoes were too cute too keep going where we were going. But, check out those shoes! I agree they are too cute.
My sister came with us and when Butterball decided to quit and go home she took my daughter and son with her. Thank you.
Butterbean tried to send me a picture saying that she had twisted her ankle and had to use crutches. The jokester was just teasing me though.
Appleseed joined up with me and Butterball on our way home where we found a lot of bones. They were excited to get to take some home. Appleseed thinks they are Indians and Butterball just wants to find a skull now so he can put some of it together.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Looking back

I was looking back over the past few months and decided to add some pictures.  A lot of us were sick with the flu and Appleseed thought Cricket would throw up so he got him a "throw up bowl". 
My cute little Minions. A dear friend made these adorable hats for my kids. I can't believe how little Cricket is. Butterbean is mad that I let someone else hold Cricket.
I loved this outfit on him. He looks like such a big boy in it. Now he has outgrown it.
Cricket has the umbilical hernia. He is the 3rd of my kids to get one.
Appleseed had hurt his lip. He wore this to church. Butterbean used to have bandaids there all the time at this age.