Ode to an Oreo

Oh little cookie of black and white
It's strange that I find you such a delight
To twist or dunk, that is the question
Your hold on me is too great to mention
I could eat you for lunch or dinner
Even for breakfast you are a winner
Although you are made of fat and sugar
To be without you would be a booger
Thank you Nabisco for your creation
America is truly Oreo nation

Bands Galore!

I'm so exicted! I've finally heard from the local bands and I've got four coming. I know this may not seem like something to shout about but how lame is a parade with no bands? Yee ha! I'm a happy girl.

You know it's bad when...

I've been reading an article on MSNBC about the fighting in Lebanon. I'm sure many are aware of the attacks on the refugee camp there and the toll it is taking not only on military personnel but the civilians living in the camp. They are estimating that 29 Lebanese soldiers have died and approximately 20 militants. There is no count for the civilian lives lost because aid workers can't get into all the areas. There are refugees running from the camp saying that there are bodies buried in the rubble and lying in the street. All in all it is a horrific situation that seems out of control. What struck me was the statement that the group Islamic Jihad is the mediator trying to work out a cease fire. I had to read that sentence twice. Do we really think that a militant Islamic group can initiate a cease fire between a military force and another militant Islamic group? No matter whether you pray to Allah or God or Buddah or whomever, Lebanon needs all the help it can get.

Good Force Challenge Week 2

Ok, here's the GFC this week. Give It Away!!! It's time to clean out your closet, garage, under your bed whatever, and give something away. You can give to whomever or whatever you wish just make it free with no strings attached. Once again, share you stories if you want. I love to hear them. The only condition is, it has to be whatever you did this week. I want to hear how many people take the challenge. Happy Giving.

Waiting

I'm so sorry I haven't posted for a few days. Life has been so crazy. This week has been the state PTA convention so I've been learning about my responsibilities for next year. It's been great.

So here are my thoughts. I've actually been thinking about this for several days now. I've heard the new John Mayer song, "Waiting on the World to Change"and I have to say it's bugs the 'begeebers' out of me. It has a great tune and I love his voice but seriously talk about the anthem for complacency! Here's what I'm talking about:

"Me and all my friends we're all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could. Now we see everything that's going wrong with the world and those who lead it. We just feel like we dont' have the means to rise above and beat it. So we keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change. We keep waiting, waiting on the world to change."

What I think is even funnier is that he sums up my point very well in the next phrase,

"It's hard to beat the system when we're standing at a distance so we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change."

He has a good point in the next phrase:

"Now if we had the power to bring our neighbors home from war, they would've never missed a christmas, no more ribbons on the door. And when you trust your television what you get is what you got. 'Cause when they own the information,oh they can bend it all they want." I have to say, I tend to agree.

But...what scares me is this:

"One day our generation is gona rule the population so we keep on waiting, waiting on the world to change."

Ok, maybe I'm making more of this than needs to be but seriously, what kind of world are we gonna have when "his" generation of "waiters" gets their shot at leadership. It's hard to lead when you don't know how to work.

Just a thought.

Everyday is Mother's day

As most of you know, yesterday was Mother's Day. I'd love to describe what my "boys" did for me. First, my daughter woke up at 6:45 and very nicely, my husband got up and took care of her. The next thing I knew, it was one hour later and my three sons and my husband were entering my room with a very nice breakfast of omlet, sausage, fresh strawberries with a dusting of powdered sugar and fresh orange juice. It was very fun to have everyone on my bed sharing my breakfast and giving me their sweet homemade gifts. Next, I got up and went downstairs to spend some time with the kiddos. After a couple of hours it was time for my daughter's nap. Again, my hubby took the reigns. He took her upstairs, changed her diaper and put her to bed. I didn't see him again for two hours because he decided that it was time for his nap too. Thus my Mother's day came to an end. The rest of the day was pretty much like every other so when my friends asked me how my mother's day was, I honestly answered: "Every day is mother's day at my house".

The Good Force Challenge

I was helping with our Bike Rodeo at our elementary school today which was a lot of fun. My friend who was in charge had spent a lot of time getting things planned and ready. I could tell that as the event got closer she was getting nervous. As the night progressed I mentioned that things had gone well and that I thought she had done a good job. She looked so relieved when I said that I couldn't help but feel that I had eased her worries for a moment and given her some much needed validation. It was a simple exchange and in fact writing about it has taken longer than the actual event but as I think about her reaction I want to do it again. So here is my challenge, if you're reading this today, take a moment and thank someone, compliment them. Just say something nice. I guess it's my watered down version of pay it forward but I figure it's a good copy. If you're interested, share your experience in the comments. I'm interesed to hear them. Thanks for reading, Lu

Just admit it!

As Iwas doing my dishes this morning I wondered, how many of you have had to plunge your kitchen disposal? My next question is how many of you used the same plunger you use in your toilets?

Yep, I thought so.

No more "next blog" for me

Just a friendly warning. That "next blog" button can be dangerous. I stumbled upon some
"full monty" photos and had to gouge my eyes out. People, zippers and buttons were invented for a reason. Gross.

I Love A Parade!

So I'm in charge of our city's annual parade. I volunteered for this position thinking, well, I don't know what I was thinking, but that didn't stop me. So in NINE weeks I will be standing on Main street holding a clip board and having someone administer Prosac via intravenous drip. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally stoked for the big day. I've hired clowns, stilt walkers, SpongeBob (A lookalike, he was busy that day), Ariel (once again, a lookalike, she has this whole scaly skin reaction to harsh summer sun), and balloon artists. Oh, but the fun doesn't stop there, I've got a Dixieland band, a Pipe and drum band and a Mariachi band not to mention the local highschool band (top in the state). I'm trying to arrange for a C130 Military aircraft flyover but that is proving to be harder than I thought. Basically, I'm trying to make this a very entertaining year. I think this will be a great time so I've decided that I'm going to keep a count down here so everyone (I mean you Andrew) can see how it's going. So everyone put July 14th on your calendars!

L,M,N,O (P)

A small event from the other day caused me to reflect on a couple of little boys I knew as a child. On my street there lived twin boys. They were a couple of years younger than I and the only thing I really recall about them is this one event. In order to explain this memory I have to give you some history. When I was really young, maybe six or seven, my dad built a shed in the back yard. He left one third of the shed for my sisters and I to use as a play house. It was a great little space that housed our rocking chair and "kitchen set" along with our assorted dolls. The shed was built about a foot from the fence that enclosed our backyard. Now that you know that, I'll explain where the twin boys come in. One day the boys were playing at our house and my sister came inside to tell my mom that one of them had just peed behind our playhouse. Now, to anyone who had brothers this probably wouldn't have been a big deal but I grew up with three sisters so this was a whole new, unwelcome world. The matter was quickly dealt with by my mother. I think the kid was sent home and his mother called. All I remember thinking was that boys were gross. I will admit I was somewhat confused as to how all this had taken place.

Fast forward twenty five years. I now have three boys (yes, you can see where I'm going with this). My oldest two have never done the "pee on the spot" thing although I will admit that when we are camping or at our cabin I let them pee in the woods. I've always been thankful that I've never had to keep kids from "dropping trow" whenever they feel like it. That all changed this week when my youngest son (3) decided that the back porch was a suitable toilet. My boys informed me about two hours after the fact that their youngest brother had relieved himself on my stamped concrete patio. After a quick investigation I discovered the place of the offense and got it taken care of.

The boy quickly got an earful and I was pretty sure that I'd gotten my point across. Then last night I look over to see my half undressed three year old preparing to commit the same crime. (Luckily he was arrested before he acted.)

I really don't know what else to say about this so I'll just have a good laugh.