What does my drawing say about me?

Well to be perfectly honest, the drawing doesn't really say anything about me...but the person who analyzed it say...



Your friends and associates should generally find you a dependable and trustworthy person.
You are a thoughtful and cautious person.
You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way.
You like following the rules and being effective.
You are precise and meticulous , and like to evaluate decisions before making them.
You have a sunny and cheerful disposition.



What does your drawing say about YOU?

Scooby Doo And The Monster Of Mexico

Not sure about other children, but mine are all about Scooby Doo.



And to be perfectly honest, he was my favorite cartoon as well.

Right now their favorite episode is Scooby Doo And The Monster Of Mexico. It has just the right amount of scary-ness in it to make them sit close and cuddle.



In case you're not familiar with this episode, Scooby and the gang head down to Veracruz to visit a friend. They celebrate "The Day Of The Dead" and try to solve the mystery of El Chupacabra.



El Chupacabra is basically like a cross between Big Foot and a Vampire...and is a legendary monster in alot of Hispanic countries. A loose translation of Chupacabra is Goat Sucker. They are suppose to roam the countryside attacking and draining the blood from Goats, Cows, Horses, and other animals.

This is what El Chupacabra is suppose to look like...



During the movie, Daphne decides to interview so of the locals and ask questions about El Chupacabra...

What is El Chupacabra?

What does El Chupacabra look like?

What does El Chupacabra sound like?

What does El Chupacabra smell like?
All of the interviewees give their personal opinions and that particular part always makes the kids giggle.

So, yesterday I decided to ask the same questions to the kids. They basically gave the same answers as the DVD, except when it came to the last question...

What does El Chupacabra smell like?

All four of them shouted out four different names for the same person...Daddy, Daddy Bear, Uncle Bear, & Uncle Brad! And do you want to know why? "Cause he farts! And they stink really bad!"



You got to love kids. Can't sneak anything past them...even if you're trying to be quiet!

Life's A Beach...or atleast mine is.

What the Beach Test Says About You

You like people, but you're careful about who you get close to. Friendship is important to you... so important that you aren't just friends with anyone. You fall in love with ease and confidence. Even if you've had bad experiences in the past, each new love is a reason to start completely over. You are deeply passionate about several things in your life. You're not passionate about much... and the few passions you have are truly obsessions. Your sense of humor is goofy and silly. You are good at making almost anyone laugh.

The Beach Test

Wordless Wednesday - Why?

5-Minutes For Mom

How Do I Know That Summer Is Here?

Well, excuse the pun, but...



Drools Out For The Summer!

Yes, my friends, those two dark spots on the couch are drool spots! My little girl was napping hard today.

I Felt Like A Kid Again Yesterday

We have spend the past week and a half watching all of the old Indiana Jones movies.



The kids are all too young to have ever seen any of them before. Plus we needed to refresh our memories...because we finally went and saw the latest one.



I was so worried that it would be disappointing compared to the others...but that didn't happen.



My heart really starting beating fast when I saw that profile and the music started!



Harrison Ford may be older, but like Sean Connery, he only seems to get more rugged and handsome.



And can we just talk about how beautiful Karen Allen still looks! I can only hope to look as good as she does when I reach her age...many, many, many years from now, of course! :0)



I didn't really know much about Shia LaBeouf, but he did a pretty good job too.



Cate Blanchette has always been a favorite of mine, but this was the first time that I had ever seen her play a true villianess. Loved it!



There was alot of action, adventure, and just plain excitement through out the movie!



So long until next time Indy. My house cannot wait to experience your next adventure!

Aren't They The Cutest Little Graduates?

I think that this photo needs to be published in their High School Senior Yearbook.

Wordless Wednesday

Just some random shots that I have of the girls...









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Happy Memorial Day

I want to say a special Thank You to my family and friends who served our country in the military. Your dedication and love for our country and way of life is awe inspiring to me and many others. Most are thankfully still with me, but some have gone on.



Right about now, my Aunt Cheryl is going to the family cemetary to make sure that the graves all have some new blooms and are cleaned up from the past few months. If I still lived in Pennsylvania, I would be right there beside her...



Hope you all have a wonderful and safe holiday...and be sure to remember your loved ones who also served our country.



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Cemetery Escort Duty

I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's for a few cold ones. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever -- the heat and humidity at the same level -- both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.

An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches as best I could tell. I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: "She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!"

But for this day my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the "In" gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along , we might make the last half of happy hour at Smokey's.

I broke Post Attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight; middle-aged man with a small pot-gut and half a limp, in Marine Full Dress Uniform, which had lost its razor crease about 30 minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. "Ma'am may I assist you in any way?"

She took long enough to answer. "Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days."

"My pleasure Ma'am." Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.

She looked again. "Marine, where were you stationed?"

"Vietnam, Ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71."

She looked at me closer. "Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can."

I lied a little bigger "No hurry, Ma'am."

She smiled, and winked at me. "Son, I'm 85-years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time."

"Yes, Ma'am. At your service."



She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC, France 1918.

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.

She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J.

Wieserman USMC , 1944.

She paused for a second, "Two more, son, and we'll be done." I almost didn't say anything, but, "Yes, Ma'am. Take your time." She looked confused. "Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way." I pointed with my chin. "That way, Ma'am." "Oh!" she chuckled quietly. "Son, me and old age ain't too friendly."

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out. "OK, son , I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home." "Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk ?"

She paused. "Yes, Donald Davidson was my father; Stephen was my uncle; Stanley was my husband; Larry and Darrel were our sons. All killed in action, all Marines." She stopped, whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly, and painfully.



I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin waiting by the car. "Get to the "Out"-gate quick. I have something I've got to do."

Kevin started to say something but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

"Kevin, stand to attention next to the gate post. Follow my lead." I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: "TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!"

I have to hand it to Kevin, he never blinked an eye; full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing Duty, Honor and Sacrifice.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

Instead of "The End"....just think of "Taps".

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer:

"Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in Your loving hands and protect them as they protect us."

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before, in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

What's A Mom To Do When Your Baby Can't Poop...

break out the olive oil



and massage away.



This little trick was recently shared with me by an old Native American woman.



She said that the reason why infants get constipated is because they cannot move around like toddlers and grown ups. And that is how we all usually get things moving in the right direction...so to speak.

So how do you do it? Just remove all your baby's clothes, diaper included. Lay your baby on a soft towel and put a little olive oil on your fingers and start gently massaging the lower abdominal area. More than likely your baby will love this activity and start smiling. Then before you know it, things will start happening and your cranky baby will be happy again!

I tried this recently with Miss Bry. She is just starting to eat baby food and was having a hard time going poo. After a couple days of watching her struggle, I tried this procedure. Within 20 minutes, everything was back in working order. Could not believe how fast it worked too.

Oh the things you learn and are willing to do when your baby is hurting.

P.S. She also said that I could take a little Vicks Vapor Rub



And place it in her belly button



but I wasn't real comfortable with that.

Busy, busy weekend...(Part Four)

It's Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...Our blessed day of rest.

This was pretty much what we did all day...Sleep, glorious sleep.





And if we weren't asleep then we just sat around in a daze...







Even the cats were lazy...



Or grumpy!




Don't you just love lazy Sunday afternoons...

Busy, busy weekend...(Part Three)

Mikey's Party was alot of fun. The pool was filled...





with excited kids...





who didn't stop attacking each other...





until the cake was served. Then everyone crowded around to watch the Birthday Boy blow out the candles before Operation Eat Cupcakes began.













Even Bryleigh joined in on the fun and enjoyed her first taste of cupcake.









As you can see, she loved it!

Mike received some great gifts too....







As the party started to wind down, so did Kacence...



But not Bryleigh!



She was on a sugar-high until almost midnight!