Jack Takes Up Cursing

Okay, so I'm standing there doing a load of laundry, and Jack comes up and says "I say 'dammit'?"

Naturally, I say he can NOT say 'dammit', but he can say 'dangit'. Of course, he looks at me like I've lost my last marble.

So, I tell him he is allowed to say 'dadgummit' (one of my personal favorites).

"I don't wanna say 'dadgummit', DAMMIT!"

Well. Now that we've got that settled. Sigh.

Time Flies

Wow! Time flies when you have no internet. That, and being busy as a one-legged man in a butt kicking contest really cut into your blogging time.

Anywaysssssss...

Jack is 3 now, can you believe it? Bless his heart, he's as ornery as he can be.

Here he is... all together now "Awwww!"

What else? Kids are in school. We had a good Christmas. My dad just turned 77 and he is still driving big rigs over the road (he got 5000 miles last week). Randy is working as usual.

Oh! Are you all as wrapped up in this election stuff as I am? I'm really intrigued this time. And I totally rocked the vote yesterday in Oklahoma's primary.

Oops!

Wow, time flies. It's been a while since I blogged, huh? You'd think I would be blogging all the time, since football is over and I have so much more time on my hands.



By the way, we lost the championship game. 6-0. But the boys played their hearts out. I couldn't be prouder of them. And Jacob "mascotted his butt off" as he puts it.



Here are my boys after the game:

Now we're getting ready for Thanksgiving. I have to give Aimee a big "ditto" on the skipping Thanksgiving thing. (tysonaimee.blogspot.com) I mean seriously, can we not pause to say "Thanks" just for a moment?


Things I'm thankful for?


My sons are healthy and happy and ornery.
Randy.
My family-some more than others. ;)
I have a job.
I have a home.
Football.

What are you thankful for?

Best Birthday Ever!

We are going to the Championship!!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, after an amazing 8 (count 'em, 8) post season games in 10 days, we are going to the championship!

We go into the game 7-1 in post season play, and we are FIRED UP! What a great way to spend my birthday, watching my boys wallop both Owasso AND Broken Arrow! Booyah!

Who Are We?? INDIANS!!!!

Good luck, boys!

Halloween Party - Part 2

So after 3 days of cleaning, cooking, decorating, the big day was last Sunday. And let me tell you, I know how to throw a party. Everyone had a blast! And everyone was duly impressed with the goodies.

Eyeball & Mummy Cupcakes:

Witch's Cauldron Cupcakes:

Graveyard Cupcakes:

And (my personal favorite) Caramel/Chocolate Covered Apples:

We had about 23 kids at the house, and up to 11 or 12 parents at a time. Look, my house just isn't that big. And these aren't just any kids. They're football players. Rowdy, rambunctious, competitive football players. Oy!


And other than the mud on the carpet (still don't know when I'll be able to get the carpets shampooed), and one broken decoration (a borrowed one, at that) we came through it relatively unscathed.


And jumped right back into football. I'll post about post season later.

Since When Do Boys Dance?

I mean really. 3rd grade boys. 20 of them. Cha-cha slide. Weird.

More on this, and the rest of the Halloween party soon, I promise.

Here is the spread we had. Nice, huh? I'll post more pics soon, too.

Grammar Guru

Okay, so I post one little, innocuous post. And then I look at it. And read it out loud. Seriously. Is it "most sincere" or "sincerest"?

The good news? I have a friend who's just as OCD about grammar as I am. So I call her extension and ask, "Which is it, 'most sincere' or 'sincerest'?" And you know what I love about her? She didn't laugh, or go wtf??? We spent 15 minutes on the phone doing research.

And then, of course, we had the discussion about how irregular verbs become regular after years of incorrect usage. (Something I heard on NPR.)

Oh. And our findings? Either is probably acceptable. We couldn't find conclusive proof either way. Besides-I dare you to argue with me about it.