A great asset

Last night Logan was sprawled out on the kitchen floor trying to shoot people with a nerf gun. I said LOGAN, not Christian. Logan is about 5'10" and ... well, I wouldn't want anyone posting my #'s anywhere, but let's just say, he played lineman on the football team, and people were very afraid...

So he's sprawled on the floor and I'm trying to walk around and do stuff, tripping over him. I asked him if it was really necessary to be on the kitchen floor. He said, "I'm an asset!" I said, "You're at least half of that word." He said, "Yep, I'm set." I just laughed.

About an hour later, he said "Hey...... I get what you meant about half of that word. That's mean!"

I had no idea!

It involved one of my favorite white tops, a parade, a long walk, and a soggy taco from Taco Bell.

Long story short: blue Dawn completely took out the stain all over the white top.

Way better than Shout or whatever oxy stuff I had ever used before. Amazing! Note though, that it has to be the blue colored Dawn. I don't know why, and I don't really care. All I know is that it WORKED!

The Drive Home

I'm still cracking up as I write this.....


Samy: "Mom, in my school, there are kids who have crazy issues, but their parents still want them to learn, so they go to my school. Well, today I was doing the monkey bars and a girl with crazy issues came over and kicked me."


Me: "Samy, it's called DIS-A-BIL-ITIES. The kids have mental and/or physical disabilities. We shouldn't call it 'crazy issues'."


(But I'm for sure going to adopt that term for personal use.)


Sorry, but that was too good not to share. Have a good day.

Reason #164...

... that I love a smart phone:

Standing in the checkout line at the Children's Place today. Watching the lady in front of me hand over her coupon to the clerk, thinking to myself that I should have gotten a coupon before I left home. Then, wait a minute... I swipe out my phone, google 'Children's Place coupon', and voila! 20% off my entire purchase!

I showed clerk-lady the coupon on my phone like it had been there all along and I had come in planning on using it.

I felt so smart! (doesn't happen often, so I have to applaud myself when it does...)

This is ART

I found this picture. No idea when it was drawn. Can you tell what it is?





It's the Star Wars (Return of the Jedi) scene where Lea is tethered to Jaba the Hut as his slave. Isn't that Awesome! My family is a little obsessed with Star Wars right now -- thank you Christian. The artist of this work is none other than Samantha! I love Princess Lea's bikini top and C-3P0. Not sure what the thing is in between Jaba and C-3P0, but we won't get into that..... We'll just leave that one alone.

Doings and Findings of late

Clicked into photos on my iPad and found these gems...

Other things we've been doing:

Went to the Grand Canyon (and Zion and Bryce canyons) this summer. So. INCREDIBLE.

Met up with some of the family in Utah. So. FUN.

Eric slept.

Hung over the side of a cliff at the Grand Canyon to get a shot down. Little scary.

One turned ...

Another turned (Darth Vader is hiding a candle)

That was summer. Now we're a couple months into school. Good times... good times....

Night and Day

I make quite a few observations with the amount of laundry that is turned around in our household. One of my latest is this:

Two teen-aged boys. One young man, in a five day period, regardless of how much prodding, reminding and pleading from a mother, can go through three to five pair of underwear. The second young man within that same five day period, all on his own, will go through anywhere between six to ten pair of underwear.



It's difficult to see in the picture, but the taller stack of underwear (belonging to teen-ager "B" consists of 9 pair. The smaller stack, that of teen-ager "A", is three pair. This is about four days since the last washing where underwear were involved.
The craziest of all is that Teen B (clean underwear guy) has a room that looks like a rabid dog attacked it, whereas Teen A (foul underwear guy) will frequently clean his room just because he feels like it.

What does one do with that? How does this even happen, and is there a point where it will equal out a bit?
Nice, huh.