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Saturday, July 07, 2012
Adria's Prayer for Strength
Please bless we can drink alotta milk so we can get strong even so we can carry really heavy things like a house if we drink alotta milk.
-- Posted from my iPhone
-- Posted from my iPhone
Wednesday, July 04, 2012
Going Out on Holidays
Some people say its not nice to go out to dinner or a movie or use other retail services on holidays. The idea being that while I'm sitting here in Red Robbin (the girls' favorite restaurant in the world) I'm making people work when they'd rather be off too. How selfish! My view is, if they don't want me to come here for dinner on a holiday, DON'T BE OPEN!
-- Posted from my iPhone
-- Posted from my iPhone
Location:W Florida Ave,Hemet,United States
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Taking back the blog
For years Tara was awesome posting regularly here. Unfortunately she lost track of it. I don't think there's been a post in about two years. So I'm taking control back! I set this blog up originally but I was ecstatic when Tara took control. We'll see how well I do. In all likelihood, this'll be the only post for another 2 years. In that case, the least I can do is add a couple recent pictures :)
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Faith Promoting (yet Realistic) Lainey
Lainey recently learned this song at her school:
She followed it up with a passionate lecture on what the light means:
Lainey (with almost angry hand gestures): Is the bible just going to give you light? NO!!! You have to open it and READ IT! You know how else you can get light?
Mom: No, how?
Lainey: By praying! You know how else?
Mom (inspired by the faith of this little one and excited for some more deep 4-year-old insight): No, how?
Lainey: Just get a flashlight. Turn it on and BAM! Light!
I think the true meaning of the song was lost on her somewhere . . .
BAM!
BAM!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Sneaky Brothers
I spent 4 hours at the dentist yesterday . . . no, I don't have really rotten teeth, but rather I was being a guinea pig for my little brother Scotty (Yep, Scotty Portable Potty is all grown up) who's in his last year of dental school.
The appointment reminded me a lot of being with my brother-in-law, Ryan, during his UOP days which went a little like this:
Ryan: Tara, you should do your masters degree with UOP. Here, sign this for information.
Tara: Okay [sign, sign, sign]
---Next Day---
Ryan: Congrats Tara, you are now in the Master's program! You start tomorrow. Your professors will have names like Princess. It will cost you 80 billion dollars and your first child, who we will rename Bianca.
Tara: What the . . . ?!?
(Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but I have a UOP masters certificate tucked in a drawer somewhere and a monthly loan payment that proves my UOP signage got me more than just a little info . . . and Ryan does call Lainey Bianca every so often.)
The appointment with Scotty went a little like this . . .
21 bite wing x-rays
1 panoramic x-ray
2 impressions (top and bottom . . . that stuff is GROSS!)
3 dental professionals checking out my chops and signing my bro's chart
1000's of oohs and aahs over a baby tooth that this 33 year old's mouth has held onto . . . even capped in gold.
After signing about 15 things (not sure what any of them were, but Scotty assured me they were all legit) he let me go . . . but not without commitment patterning me into an extraction (he tells me he can just pop that baby tooth out no problem . . . I'm hoping for some sedation?!) and an implant (and possibly my second born whom he will call "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAdria" and poke with a pool cue if she's in trouble.) Oh, yeah, and 27 trillion dollars.
All in all, here's the monetary damage, MasterCard style
Master's Degree: 80 billion dollars
Extraction/Implant: 27 trillion dollars
Brothers who watch out for me by making it possible for me to extend my education and continue being able to chew food: Priceless
Thanks Uncle Ry-Ry and Portable . . . I love you guys!
The appointment reminded me a lot of being with my brother-in-law, Ryan, during his UOP days which went a little like this:
Ryan: Tara, you should do your masters degree with UOP. Here, sign this for information.
Tara: Okay [sign, sign, sign]
---Next Day---
Ryan: Congrats Tara, you are now in the Master's program! You start tomorrow. Your professors will have names like Princess. It will cost you 80 billion dollars and your first child, who we will rename Bianca.
Tara: What the . . . ?!?
(Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but I have a UOP masters certificate tucked in a drawer somewhere and a monthly loan payment that proves my UOP signage got me more than just a little info . . . and Ryan does call Lainey Bianca every so often.)
The appointment with Scotty went a little like this . . .
21 bite wing x-rays
1 panoramic x-ray
2 impressions (top and bottom . . . that stuff is GROSS!)
3 dental professionals checking out my chops and signing my bro's chart
1000's of oohs and aahs over a baby tooth that this 33 year old's mouth has held onto . . . even capped in gold.
After signing about 15 things (not sure what any of them were, but Scotty assured me they were all legit) he let me go . . . but not without commitment patterning me into an extraction (he tells me he can just pop that baby tooth out no problem . . . I'm hoping for some sedation?!) and an implant (and possibly my second born whom he will call "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAdria" and poke with a pool cue if she's in trouble.) Oh, yeah, and 27 trillion dollars.
All in all, here's the monetary damage, MasterCard style
Master's Degree: 80 billion dollars
Extraction/Implant: 27 trillion dollars
Brothers who watch out for me by making it possible for me to extend my education and continue being able to chew food: Priceless
Thanks Uncle Ry-Ry and Portable . . . I love you guys!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sisters
Our Two Girls . . . Same Age . . . Same Interest in Belts and Daddy's Socks
Lainey: 08-24-07
Lainey: 08-24-07
Adria: 05-10-10Thursday, June 17, 2010
She Crossed a Line This Time
Ever since we brought Adria home from the Hospital, Lainey has said, "I love Adria, can we keep her?" Occasionally I say, " No, we need to send her back." This never goes over well for Lainey, a sweet girl who is devoted to her little sister.
That all changed tonight. Lainey was playing with a Russian doll that my grandma gave to me and she knows that she'd better not break it or lose any of the pieces. She was being a good sister and sharing it with Adria. Suddenly Lainey starts to say, "No Adria, No, Stop!" And then the conversation goes like this . . .
Lainey: Well, I guess we need to take her back.
Mom/Dad: Back where?
Lainey: To Heaven.
Mom/Dad: Why?
Lainey: She's just making such a mess!
Luckily for everyone, Daddy talked Lainey down. He explained that we just need to teach Adria right from wrong and be a good example to her so she can learn how to behave. Lainey was appeased and we are keeping Adria after all . . . whew! I would have missed that girl . . . even when I find her lying on the ground at Disneyland . . . licking it (more on that to come later) or waddling around with her skirt at her ankles because she has pulled it all the way down . . . at the public library!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Adria and Nursery
Some of you know that Adria and Nursery are NOT getting along! I know, I know, its a stage that all kids go through--suck it up! Well, I tried and it didn't work out for anyone so I'm done sucking it up and I have been sitting with her in there for a few weeks. She refuses to leave my lap, and when she does, she keeps one hand touching me just in case. I wasn't sure that she was even noticing anything that happens in there but then . . .
The Singing-Lady (that's what we always called my mom) always brings sunshine's attached to Popsicle sticks for the kids to wave during Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam. Adria found this plant marker on the floor and assumed it was a Sunbeam stick and started singing the song. She didn't do it in this video, but she walks around constantly singing "Sunbeam, Sunbeam. At home, at school, at play." She must be hearing something in nursery!
Here's another of her favorite songs--"Pop Pop Tree" (Popcorn Popping)
The Singing-Lady (that's what we always called my mom) always brings sunshine's attached to Popsicle sticks for the kids to wave during Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam. Adria found this plant marker on the floor and assumed it was a Sunbeam stick and started singing the song. She didn't do it in this video, but she walks around constantly singing "Sunbeam, Sunbeam. At home, at school, at play." She must be hearing something in nursery!
Here's another of her favorite songs--"Pop Pop Tree" (Popcorn Popping)
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