Clueless

Apparently, even when they get older our kids have no idea what we do at work. My husband, Jim, is Environmental Services Director over 2 Community Network hospitals. He's been in the cleaning business like 20 years. Here is the conversation I had this morning with my oldest daughter, Hannah, which I found very entertaining:
Me: I have officially decided that what I want for Christmas is a new vacuum.
H: Good luck with that.
Me: Why?!?
H: Because I don't think Dad is the one to really know how to get you a vacuum.
Me: Seriously? Who better than Dad? He buys vacuums for a living.
H: No he doesn't. He buys paper towels and toilet paper.
Me: *hahahahahahahaha*
H: He does. I always hear him on the phone asking if the toilet paper got ordered...

We can make it!

Another video (I'm on a kick).  First saw Mike-E a few years ago at an American Cancer Society/Relay for Life leadership event.  Liked this song immediately.  Never regretted snatching up his CD right away.  This is one of Hannah's favorites, too.  Don't know how many times I've sung over and over to myself, "Alrught. Everything will alright - we can make it."  And it helps.  Love the message that we are all one, different but one.

Everything's Coming Up Roses

This song pretty much sums me up today.  So had to share.  Hopefully it will brighten your day a little if it hasn't exactly been sunshine and lollipops for you.  (Come on, can you really frown through a whole Ethel Merman performance?)



I am so crazy blessed.  It's overwhelming to me.

There's Gold in Them There Teeth

Kaylie story: (because it has been awhile)

(If you know Kaylie, you'll appreciate this; if you don't know Kaylie, I'm not quite sure what you'll think...)

Kaylie has decided she needs money to buy some random toy she doesn't need and I will not purchase.  (Have you seen the child's room? .... please tell me no, if you have, I don't want to know)  So, when she unearthed some teeth when cleaning her room today, she decided she was going to claim what she apparently failed to previously claim from the Tooth Fairy. 
"Mom, I found some teeth when I was cleaning my room - and one of them, Mom, has a silver filling in it - and anyway, Mom, I found some teeth and I need some money; I really need some money, so I am going to turn them all in to the Tooth Fairy." 
To which I probably said something lame like, "Ok" because I was trying to remember how much cash I had on me. 
But then she says, "Or, I think I might start a tooth collection."  (Like she needs another collection in her room.  Once again, have you seen the clutter in there?)  "I'm either going to save them, to remember my childhood, or I am going to sell them."
Me: "Who do you think is going to buy them?"
K: "Well, one has a silver filing in it.  Or people who need dentures."
That's one small set o' dentures, kid.

(PS - I read the Tooth Fairy's note - oh, yes, there is always a note.  Usually because she is instructed to leave one, answer multiple questions about her lifestyle, AND draw a picture.  And while the Tooth Fairy might be adept at disguising her handwriting, she is definitely not an artist.  She draws stick figures.  ANYWAY (see where Kaylie gets her ramblings?), the Tooth Fairy's note said Kaylie is too grown up and she (Tooth Fairy) can't keep coming back.  I love and treasure the notes and the sweetness and innocence of it all, but Asperger's or not, she (Kaylie) has to grow up, too.  *sad*)

(PPS - above photo is Kaylie at Colts Camp.  In Anderson.  Reading.  Because that's how she rolls.)

Do Everything!

Tune-in Tuesday!
Today is the release date for Steven Curtis Chapman's latest album, re:creation.  You need to check it out.  Here is the clever and fun video for the single "Do Everything".  Enjoy!
(PS - if you haven't heard, he'll be performing at Traders Point in September!)

Scales of Blahness

So I bought a new bathroom scale because I felt my old one was not consistent enough.

OK, how stupid was that? What was I thinking? Am I delirious from the heat?? Before, if I was too heavy, I could turn a blind eye and blame it on the scale; if I was extra light, I could rejoice in my "success", even though I knew that I could step back on the scale 5 minutes later and be 5 pounds heavier.

Did I choose to revel in and enjoy this blissful ignorance? No, I had to go purchase a new (presumably more accurate) scale. Can I just tell you how depressing that was? To make it worse, this new scale also measures body fat. (Trying to remind myself why I thought that would be a good thing to know.) I think I had naively convinced myself that I was thinner than I am. The readings on the scale were depressing enough to send me into milkshake therapy.

But I am trying to use it for good. Hopefully this is the slap in the face I need and I will finally start reversing the past several years and get back to a decent weight.  Always a challenge with the meds I take and working in a French bistro, surrounded by fattening foods and tempting, delicious, calorie-laden desserts. But I am going to do it. I will see those numbers go down.

I hope. (Did that sound convincing?)

Happy Independence Day!

Lee Greenwood getting patriotic - love it!



Hope you have a wonderful day!