Oh Happy Day

Today we went to Community Days. I know it's the hokey community carnival thing, but I'm hokey. So it all works out.

I wasn't even paying attention. It stopped seeming so important after high school. Then, it was kinda cool after you had a baby- you could go, see EVERYONE you ever knew, and show off the newby. Or, if you were like me, show off the newest newby. Looking around, that's about all there was going on. Young moms, dressing up their young 'uns- showing them off. Mommy wars. On a small scale, sizing up the kids of the people you went to school with.

I win. :)

Anyway, it wasn't really like that. Just in the wild hallows of my shut-in mind. Really it was more like a typical small town love fest. You say 'hi' to all the people you never talked to in High School, spend way too much money on the rides, pointing out how weird all the "kids these days" are, point out all the kids/ grandkids of people you know/ knew/ heard of, and then FINALLY scurrying off to hide out until the next years celebration.
Daddy-O got the kids all reved up and excited about going this year. It's kinda noce to have a Dad that will hang out and do the "cool stuff" with you. ME? NO, no, no. I am on shortie patrol... with the diaper bag. Dad is the cool one anyway. I make them do homework and eat veggies.
Anyway, the kids are all hyped up and ready to go... like 3 days ago. Then he had to work today. CRAP. Mommas going solo.
We haven't gone in a couple of years, well since JJ was the newest newby. It was a veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrry long day. We skipped 2 years. I think that's about how long it takes to forget how great the experience WASN'T, and want to do it again. Maybe I am mistaken.
Daddy-O says, "Well, I'll just meet you when the parade is over."
Maybe I WASN'T mistaken after all.

So, being MOM, I loaded 'em all up, kids and chairs and blakets and diaper bags and snacks and, and, and...headed to town. An hour and a half early, to sit where we were supposed to meet Daddy-O. It was already full. NICE. On a normal day, it feels like there are maybe 12 people in town... who aren't related to me, but on parade day it's a different story. Where the hell do all these people come from?
We survived. Some of us barely held on, but we pulled through. Daddy-O was spotted about 10 minutes before it finished up... looking all rearing and ready to go. I had just about had enough. So it was very nice to have re-enforcements. :)
The TEEN found his buddies, we saw little of him or the buddies as they did their rounds, other than his hand out for ride tickets- of course!! The Ken was fearless. Sort of. She went on the Big Rides, but closed her eyes and held her breath the whole time. I figured that she would throw up, or pass out- but she did fine. Funny, but fine. The Twinners, are the BIGGEST FLIRTS EVER! They saw "everyone" and talked to ALL of the boys, adn hugged all of the girls, and were just SO excited to see, adn be seen! Girly girls. I see trouble in the very near future!!
TBob was just having the best time. Wanting to ride all the rides, and see everything, and do it all. Man... I want that energy! That "interest." But I think I started to run out of that a long time ago-
JJ wanted to be there, but he like to look a little more than he liked to ride. That'll change. He's just like his Dad- pretty soon he will want to be "cool" and ride the big ones. Just like his pa... who got off of one(not necessairaly BIG, but it was Big to JJ... and it was a spinny one (shudder!), and declared his "coolness" was back, reached for the wallet and went off to buy more tickets.
The cash soon ran out, and all the tickets were spent... the baby was sleeping, the kids (and dad) were starving... and momma was tired. pooped. exhausted. layers of exhaustion. LAYERS AND LAYERS.

So we stopped at The Resturant for lunch. No cooking for Mom!! (oops! Did I say that out loud?) Had a nice lunch and headed home.
All in all it was a pretty good day.
I haven't heard (too many) complaints, so I think the rest of the monkees would agree. It's great to see them, all so different...having fun their own ways..watching, riding, visiting...AND the fact that it's over, until next year anyway, is a plus too!

Ode to Mom

An Ode to Mom

To the most amazing being on the planet
And no, I'm not talking about Janet
A woman we all love
A grey haired old woman, Daddy's Dove
Who relishes each adoring look with pride
Every child she withers with a glare as sharp as a scythe
Whose "bullshit" look befuddles the young minds
The size of her heart while caring for our sick behinds


She lets us call Grandma and friends
She knows our every thoughts and whim
She lets us play on the computer and e-mail
Billy and MacKenzie say she runs like a snail
She sends us away for sleepovers
We are thinking she just wants Daddy to rub her shoulders
She helps us out with homework

She also yells at us to help out with the squirts
She constantly hounds us to "clean our room' and "do the dishes"
To bad she has the stamina to enforce her wishes
She has worn poor Mr Hickory out
Our butts are testament to what we're writing about
She has been known to brew up a mean dish
Just ask Billy, Tommy and Josh. They are on their 6th.
Even while cooking, laundry, dishes are her everyday attributes
We cannot stop there. She even cuts hair.


So although this Ode to Mom must close
Let us say thanks for the many birthdays
and sorry about all the stretch marks- even the ones on your toes
Thanks for the bottomless bottles, and clean butts
It wasn't us mom, it was Daddy. He looks like a squrrel with a cheek full of nuts
Sorry about the headaches and migraines
Why are Tommy, Josh and Clara louder than trains?
Sorry about all of the sleepless nights and being up late
Kayler and Caden want to know if you would like another go round for old times sake
(they even have the poo ready) Doesn't THIS one make you feel great?!


We just want you to know that we all love you
Daddy loves you the mostest and says that these words
Don't do you justice or even begin to give you your due.


Here is our Ode to Mom. The greatest under the sky blue.

Mothers Day

I got the BEST card for Mothers Day, not to mention having dinner made for me and an AWESOME picture frame that I can load all my digital pictures into. It plays them like a slide shoe... in a frame. On the wall. WITH a remote control even! The bestest most awesome part was the thought that they all put into the card. I laughed. I cried. I threatened the contributors. It was just what I wanted, and I didn't even know I wanted anything. Usually, I dread these Sundays. I feel like they "have to" do stuff, and say things, and bring me presents. Not because they wanted to, but because they were expected to. Other times (most of the time) I just didn't feel like I was doing well enough to deserve any kind of extra attention. Anywho, THIS Mothers Day was different. The card said it all- and said it just right. I am a mom. I am NOT perfect. But they love me anyway. Maybe even BECAUSE of it. Couldn't have asked for more~ Thanks guys. I love you too.