Day 136 - Mocha, the backwards dog caught on film!

Last month I blogged about Mocha - our goofy dog who turns right in reverse.  A couple people mentioned that they would like to see her in action!  ...So, I decided to video tape her shenanigans!

So I am pleased to present... Mocha, our backwards dog!

I hope that goofy Mocha made you smile - or even giggle a little!

Happy Day!

Day 133, 134, and 135 - Hibernation is over!

I had a mother's day hibernation...and shut out the world.

On Saturday, I didn't mean to forget to blog.  But...life happened!  And, then on Sunday, Mother's Day, I decided to take a day off.  I didn't answer my phone, I didn't check my email, I just did a whole lot of nothing (in between dealing with my two feuding, whining boys). 

And, I have to say, a whole lot of nothing, felt good!

But, now, I am back!

And I want to share with you my two favorite mother's day gifts...

The first is from Owen (age 6).

I love my three faces of

Owen - silly, smiley, and serious!

And the second is from Alex (age 7).

Something about this bird melted my heart!

Oh, and my hubby got me flat screen TV (for our bedroom) which I love...  But, it doesn't compare to the gifts from my boys!!!

Happy belated Mother's Day

to all you WONDERFUL moms!

PS...a while back I made a video that I think is Mother's Day perfect...so I figured I'd share it again!

Day 132 - Mommy's Spent (revisited)

This was origionally posted on June 15, 2010...and I still dream of silence! 

Silence is my dream

If the noise continues I am going to scream!

Stop the crying and irritating sighing

No brawling or name calling

No spaceship blasting off, Not even a cough!

And please NO

Whining or pretend coal mining,

Dinosaurs roars or beanbag wars,

Car zooming or truck vrooming

No talking - at all

No matter how small!

Mommy needs a moment

I am, oh so spent!

It was one of "those" days. Thank God, tomorrow is a new day!

Day 131 - The boys, Pitching in!!!!

We are doing more work at the new (old) building for my husband's business.

And it is a family affair!  Everyone is pitching in, including our two boys.  Some call it a violation of the child-labor laws...but shh...done tell them!

Alex, age 7, loved scraping up the flooring.

They have no clue that work is suppose to be no fun...at least for one of them...

There must be a gene that traveled from father to son (to one of them).  My husband, Jeff, loves to work.  Give him a big project - landscaping the entire yard, or taking down a tree, or building cabinets, or putting in a new window or door, or renovating a building - he is as happy as a clam. 

And, Alex, our oldest is SO much like him!  He tells me often "Mommy, I love to work."  Yesterday when I told the boys that we were going over to do some work on the building, after school, Alex got a huge grin on his face and jumped up and down in excitement.

Owen is a bit more like me.  He isn't that excited about work.  But, he is a good sport and pitches in - especially for smaller jobs that feel more manageable.  He really enjoyed moving the long pieces of molding.  He turned it into a game, by guessing with piece of molding would be the longest!

Owen (age 6) was having so much fun, that Alex
stopped what he was doing to help his brother.

Some piece were REALLY long!

I truly only expected to get about 45 minutes to 1 hour of work out of them, but two hours later, I was ready to be done!  So we packed it in and headed home.

Hopefully the novelty of helping out at the new building won't wear off too soon, because we have a LOT of work to do!!!!!!

Day 130 - Plans and projects

“Spring is the time of plans and projects.”
― Leo Tolstoy

It's that the truth?!!!

For our family, every spring, the plans and project begin.

yard work

spring cleaning

the seasonal clothes swap

vacation plans

scheduling summer activities for the kids

building projects

plus more...

The anticipation of what can be is exciting!

And exhausting!

What are your plans and projects?

Day 129 - Storage Wars

The other day I talked about the Grubby, Messy, Yucky Work that I did over at the new (old) building for my husband's business.

A little OOPS happened to this one...Who knows what caused that!

Well, in addition to the building for the business, there are a few self-storage units on the property.  So when we got the keys, I was SOOOOO curious about checking out the storage units. 

I mean, I watch Storage Wars on the A&E channel, and the stuff that they sometimes find in abandon units is worth some serious cash-olly!


I should explain...  This property was foreclosed upon and owned by the bank and most of the storage unit were abandon for at least 1 year.  So, since we bought the building, the "stuff" inside is ours!


So there I was, dreaming of treasures, as we opened the doors, and all I saw was T R A S H! 

And, lots of it!  Piles of it, on top of more piles of it!  And, BONUS, some even included a crap load of mice poop!

Storage Wars treasures, not so much!

But I didn't walk away empty handed. 

I found something that I really like...

this is not the actual Dolly,
but this is what it looks like.
photo credit: Yvonne Emerson

YUUUUUP!
I am the happy owner of an antique dolly.

Not sure what I am going to do with it, but I like it!

Day 128 - I'm NOT tired!

As I am writing this, my 6 year old, is screaming at the top of his lungs,

"I'm NOT tired!  I'm NOT tired!  I'm NOT tired!"

It is beautiful spring evening, the windows are open, and I am sure that neighbors in a four square mile radius can hear him! 

Clearly, my mother of year title has just been revoked!

This all started because my husband asked him to clear his dinner dishes from the table.  And suddenly, he was toooooooo tired to take his plate, cup, and silverware to the dishwasher (approximately five steps from the table).  He whined, moaned, and groaned about how tired he was. 

So I suggested he leave the room and go to the "fussy chair", until he was done whining, moaning and groaning. 

He promptly left the room, sat on the "fussy chair" and continued his noises, but louder. 

"I'm too tired!" 

"I'm TOOOOO tired!"

"I am SOOOO tired!"

So, I figured that he needed to go to sleep pronto.  I mean, if he is too tired to clear his dishes, then, obviously, it is bedtime. 

And, that is what I told him.  "Go to your room and get on your PJ's" I said.

Suddenly the tune changed - although it was still in the key of whine - and, presto, he is

"NOT that tired!"

Or so he tells me (and the entire 3 county area) at the top of his lungs.

Oh, the joys of motherhood!