Curses

Do you find you have curse after curse thrown upon you from numerous curse fearing people who pass along those crazy emails. They know deep down that it is crazy, but they figure...oh my, what if it is true..I can't bear to have no love for the rest of my life, and even so, if it is not true, than what does it hurt to send it along. Yikes, they are stupid. So what did I do? In the beginning I read them, passed them on, got tired of that, than I ignored them, than I erased them and now I change them and pass them on. I erase that curse and put in that I erased the curse that accompanied this message and with that hope you have a good day.LOL

Why not?

I mean, if others feel like they can curse the dickens out of everyone on cyberspace, why can we not uncurse them and wish them a nice day instead and get a laugh out of the "der der ders" out there. So, next time you get cursed, pass it on, but take away the curse from everyone else and give them good wishes for the day. HAVE FUN EVERYONE

Lord of The HouseFlies

When summer is around the corner one is sure to find themselves inundated with flies...They are everywhere. It is as if there is a gang of flies hanging right outside your door. Than when you open it they see how many of them can get past you into your house to buzz around and annoy the tar out of everyone. Whatever can one do to successfully rid thier house of these annoying bugs.

Enter Ammon my 6 year old son and the problem is solved. He has come up with many ways to defeat these tiny foes. The obvious solution...fly swatter from store=less than a dollar. Great for swatting flies with the result of guts smeared on walls and windows. Thus far Ammon has mastered the use of this tool. He has gotten so good that he even caught on alive. Somehow the fly got stuck through one of the holes. Ammon came running over to me with the head of the fly on one side and his body and wings buzzing on the opposite side of the swatter. Not even a bruise on the fly. I still have not figured that one out. When the fly swatter is being used by someone else in our family, he uses his bare hands to grab them right out of the air. He has created quite a stir with friends as he shows them all his little flies in a cup that he caught that day. ( oh, by the way, to keep them from flying away, he pulls off thier wings. I hope that does not indicate something worse...LOL) When he gets tired of catching flies and pulling off wings he grabs the vaccuum and turns on the hose and sucks the flies into the canister at top speed.

So, I still have flies in my house, but I have the best fly bounty hunter on the planet. I am afraid though that he is not for hire....

But if we ever stop by your house and you need to get rid of flies..just call on Ammon and he will be happy to help you out.

Cast and Crew

I consider myself a good mother. After all, how many people can make it through twelve years of child-rearing, with six kids and say that this is the first broken bone, this is the first sustained injury of any of my children, that this is the first time that anything like this has happened. Well, I hope there are lots out there, but I know of those that have much smaller families that have regular ER visits and are probably on a first name basis with the ER staff.
So, I am counting my blessings. They are as numerous as the bruises I have from my now casted two year old daughter. She has learned how to use it as an effective weapon. Luckily she is much smaller and one can tell when she is getting ready to strike. The trick is paying attention at all times. Which, I obviously do not do. So, needless to say, I failed to pay attention to the moment when she stripped off her clothes and diaper and gingerly climbed into the bathtub with her sister who was taking a bath at the time. Now, don't get me wrong. I am a stickler at making sure my children are constantly supervised in the bath tub. At least when they are young. But Anika was old enough to be alone. I had shut the door and figured Kathryn, my two year old would never know. Well, my first indication to trouble was when I heard a splash thud, thud again and a cry. I rushed to the bathroom to see that she was sliding on the floor and dripping wet. I picked her up and held her in my arms and as I wrapped the towel around her, i laid her down and lifted her broken leg and water poured out of it like a pitcher.

So....back to the hospital to get it recasted. Now, when we went to the hospital, I had an extra kid with me. So a mother walking into the hospital with 7 kids seems to merit quite a few looks. But mostly kindness and smiles. Many gentlemen held the doors open for me, which I graciously accepted. Many women came up to help with the baby when she would cry. Only once was i asked if all of them were mine. But I don't really mind that question, as I love to say, yes, these children are mine. But this time I had to admit that one was borrowed for the day.

Anyway, I am glad that she only has one week left to wear her cast. I am also glad that we have had the opportunity to watch someone so young go through something that adults dry over. She was wonderful. She doesn't complain, but keeps going as long as she wants to. She has learned to run, jump, kick, and climb in her cast. She never acts discouraged. She even wedged herself into a tubular basket. Which proved very funny, as she stuck her butt in first and than curved her good leg in next, than tried to no avail. to bend her broken leg in. So, in the end it effected an image of someone being stuck in a garbage can with their heads and feet sticking way up in the air.

Well, I am going to end this entry in exchange for peaceful dreams.