Another motherhood-ism! SO TRUE!

Why I love my Mom...

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said,

"I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."

• She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches.
• Rinsed out the popcorn bowls,
• took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening,
• checked the cereal box levels,
• filled the sugar container,
• put spoons and bowls on the table
• and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.

• She then put some wet clothes in the dryer,
• put a load of clothes into the washer,
• ironed a shirt
• and secured a loose button.
• She picked up the game pieces left on the table,
• put the phone back on the charger
• and put the telephone book into the drawer.
• She watered the plants,
• emptied a wastebasket
• and hung up a towel to dry.
• She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
• She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher,
• counted out some cash for the field trip,
• and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.
• She signed a birthday card for a friend,
• addressed and stamped the envelope
• and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.
• She put both near her purse.
• Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser,
• put on her Night solution & age fighting moisturizer,
• brushed and flossed her teeth
• and filed her nails.

Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed." "I'm on my way," she said.

• She put some water into the dog's dish
• and put the cat outside,
• then made sure the doors were locked
• and the patio light was on.
• She looked in on each of the kids
• and turned out their bedside lamps and TV's,
• hung up a shirt,
• threw some dirty socks into the hamper,
• and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
• In her own room,
• she set the alarm;
• laid out clothing for the next day,
• straightened up the shoe rack.
• She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list
• She said her prayers,
• and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed."

And he did...without another thought.

Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...? CAUSE WE ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL..... (and we can't die sooner, we still have things to do!!!!) Send this to five phenomenal women today...they'll love you for it! Then: GO TO BED!

motherhood

You've no doubt heard of Trivial Pursuit, the popular board game based on answering trivia questions.
I've often thought that mothering is similar to such a game. It seems we spend much of our time in a maze of trivia, fumbling through the daily minutiae of family living, never quite sure whether we're ahead of the game or not. With that in mind, I have devised my own trivia game for mothers.
The rules are simple - you'll start with 10 marbles, and collect or deduct marbles as you play the game.

Are you ready? Okay, let's go . . .

Square 1. You are awaiting the arrival of your firstborn child. If you look at your rapidly expanding waistline and say, "As soon as the baby is born I'll be a size 6 again," deduct 2 marbles - for wishful thinking.

Square 2. It is two years later and your second child is soon to be born. To avoid sibling rivalry you have prepared carefully for the event, spending "quality time" with your firstborn, giving him his own baby doll to feed, bathe and cuddle. When the new baby comes home, older brother is fine. But deduct 1 marble - it's the dog who's jealous.

Square 3. Your number one son has just announced at the supper table that he is to be an oak tree in the school play and needs a costume by tomorrow morning. If you stay up until 3 a.m. making an imaginative and innovative costume, deduct 3 marbles for setting an impossible example for the rest of us. On the other hand, if you stick him into a brown paper bag with a hole for head and arms and tape green leaves all over front and back, collect 5 marbles. You've just taken the rest of us off the hook.

Square 4. The kids now number three and are all in school. You have discovered that "mother" is synonymous with "taxi service." On a typical day you drop the youngest off at her music lesson, then go with the boys to their Little League practice. Then back to pick up daughter and drop accumulated Little Leaguers off at their assorted homes. It's dinner on the fly because somebody has to be at choir practice at 7 p.m. It's now bedtime and you discover you have an extra kid. But you don't panic . . . it's happened before and soon the phone will ring as another mother discovers she's missing one. Collect 5 marbles for endurance.

Square 5. The little darlings that you tucked lovingly into bed for so many years suddenly treat you as though you lost your brains in kindergarten. They are embarrassed to be seen with you. Guess what: You are the parent of teenagers, those strange creatures who think they are eight feet tall and bulletproof. If you survive this age with your senses intact, collect 8 marbles for heroism under fire. Until then, always remember that you hold the ultimate weapon - you have the car keys!

Square 6. You can tell your oldest child is home from college when you see the pile of dirty laundry in the front hall. If you take the clothes downstairs to sort, wash and press as in days of old . . . deduct 3 marbles and shame on you! If, instead, you take him by the hand and show him the room where the automatic washer and dryer have been housed since he was small, collect 5 marbles. Some of the most important things in life are not taught in college, you know.

Square 7. The children, by some miracle, have grown into responsible adults. By chance you overhear your now grown-up son telling the same bedtime stories to his firstborn that you so long ago told to him, and the tears fall silently down your cheeks. Don't despair - these are the pearls of parenting, and that is what the game is all about.


*****Congratulations. You have crossed the finish line and it's time to add up the score. The game you have just played is called "Motherhood" - and if you haven't lost all your marbles - you win!

Computers

This is hilarious! Read this to yourself aloud - it's great!

Why Computers Sometimes Crash!

by Dr. Seuss

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,

and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,

and the access of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,

then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,

and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,

and your data is corrupted cause the index doesn't hash,

then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,

says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,

but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,

that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall......

And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,

so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse;

then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,

'cuz sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang.

When the copy on your floppy's getting sloppy in the disk,

and the macro code instructions is causing unnecessary risk,

then you'll have to flash the memory and you'll want to RAM your ROM,

and then quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your Mom!

Well, that certainly clears things up for me.

How about you?

Long Easter weekend

We had Friday and Monday off. It was nice to have such an extended time off! I slept a lot the first couple of days - about 11 hours the first two days then about 9 hours each day after but that's not counting the naps, puttered around the house sorting through closets. Monday we visited the grandkids. We got a lot of things done just puttering though. I cleaned out most of my scrapbooking stuff and gave it to Joleen, cleaned out my closet of clothes I can no longer wear - the spring/summer clothes selection is a bit thin, put away all my clothes in the laundry room - that is a first in ages and our laundry room can hold a closet full of clothes! Ken cleaned his desk and side of the bedroom, I found a ton of old pics from when the kids were little while cleaning house, Ken cleaned the garage, we shopped at Lowe's, Ken hung the towel rods in the bathrooms, went to Walmart and DIDN'T spend a fortune - I'm still not sure how THAT happened, and went through all my old yarns. I've put them all together and started an afghan for another Christmas present. When we visited with the g'kids, they wore G'pa out!! At 4 and 7 they have TONS of energy. He doesn't last long. When he's tired out he just wants to come home and sleep in the lazyboy chair. I admit that chair does a great job of sucking you into a nap! When Tinkerbell crawls on my lap too it's over! I fall asleep fast!

Yup, sounds just like our family

This is from the comic strip Rose is Rose. I don't know how many sock sorting parties we have had but when they match it can make my day! Especially if there are no stray socks at the end. I have too many comic strips cut out and posted different places that hit home about our family. Zits, Snoopy (Peanuts), Rose is Rose are among my favorites.

picky eaters

Mom used to make oyster stew during Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was Dad's favorite. I loved it too! Oh, how I miss eating that! It was creamy and rich and had just the right amount of oyster flavor. None of the rest of the family liked it. That just meant more for me and Dad!

My brother Troy was a picky eater. I think he got that trait - I don't think it was a habit - from Great-G'pa Henretty. Great Grandpa Henretty was Grandma Heilman's dad. He liked every item of supper on a separate plate. Mom wouldn't let Troy get that bad but he did like eat food in it's own pile. Brannon got that picky eater gene too.

Now as an adult he doesn't have it as bad but when he was little Brannon would quietly dig out the offending food and after the meal there would be a little pile of onions or other things he didn't like to eat. I used to puree the onions so he couldn't tell or at least couldn't find them. He's say I taste onions. I'd tell him that if he could find them he could pick them out. He never did find them when they were pureed.