Joy Comes With The Morning...

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And One More...

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Four Eyes

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Cry Baby

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Light is Life!

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Some Things Are Easier Said With A Photo

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Let There Be Water

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A Gift From My Neighbor...

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Summer Fun

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Action Boy

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Joy Boy

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Calie Combers

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Corban

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Olivia Again

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Halie Jo

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Click to Enlarge

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Olivia

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Pappaw's Sunset

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Snow Days

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Henry's at Christmas

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A Reflective Life

2008-12-31T04:16:00.000-08:00

"Over the margins of life comes a whisper, a faint call, a premonition of richer living which we know we are passing by. Strained by the very mad pace of our daily outer burdens, we are further strained by an inward uneasiness, because we have hints that there is a way of life vastly richer and deeper than all this hurried existence, a life of unhurried serenity and peace and power." Thomas Kelly

This year I will try harder to slow down, listen to God's voice, and enjoy my life a little bit more. Happy New Year

Happy First Birthday, Corban

2008-12-31T04:11:00.001-08:00

6 Things I Learned At The Pumpkin Patch

2008-10-11T16:11:00.000-07:00

1. A bus packed with kindergarteners will eventually start to smell like sweaty gym socks and pork roast.
2. If the teacher gives you 2 students, and gives 4-5 students to other chaperones, it's not because you are her favorite.
3. It is possible to lose a child more than 10 times in a span of 60 minutes.
4. Licking is another form of hand washing.
5. Hay mazes are about as fun as a pap smear, but not quite.
6. Kindergarten boys can smell resee cups from 10' away.

That's What You Get For Zero Dollars

2008-10-04T18:39:00.000-07:00

Mel: Will you take pictures of our family?
Shannon: No
Mel: Why?!
Shannon: Because you are too picky and you won't be happy.
Mel: Please, I'll make chili
Shannon: ok.

If It Weren't For Panty Hose

2008-10-03T10:45:00.000-07:00

Those who know me well, know that eventually the topic will turn to panty hose. Everything always comes back around to panty hose. You see, panty hose are my arch nemesis.

There was a time during my college days when I considered the idea of "Political Science" as a major. I guess I should say minor because finding a husband was always my major. And that worked out well by the way.

With definite views and concerns in politics, I was sure I could make a difference.
1. I'm loud. 2. I like to argue. 3. I'm good at making up stuff.

With his wiry thin hair and red face, Dr. Glenn Martin (God rest his dear soul) strongly advised me to "throw that crazy psychology degree in the trash and change the world!" After careful consideration at "The Wildcat" over a Dr. Pepper and chicken sandwich I realized, politics just wasn't for me. The reason? Panty hose. Everyone knows female politicians are required to wear panty hose. And this little activist SHALL NEVER wear panty hose. My sister made me wear panty hose in her wedding, I'm sure as punishment. And I cried. So, because of that darn nylon faux skin, my political career was snuffed out before it ever began.

During the last two months my political addiction has swelled to epic proportions. I almost can not take it any longer! (As I type Fox News is on the t.v. and also my computer.) During the debates I get hives and have to eat jello. It calms my stomach.

I could of been the one debating Joe Biden last night! That could be me up on that stage. Would you vote for me? Even if I was wearing knee socks? That could be me. I'm thinking though, if he disagreed with me I'd probably just start crying and it'd all be over. I'm also thinking crying is a definate no no in a vp debate. So maybe psychology wasn't such a bad choice after all.

My slogan could be...
What's the difference between a hillbilly and a pit bull? ...
teeth.

The Ring

2008-09-30T11:32:00.000-07:00

I recently purchased this ring for my friend, Melinda. Aren’t her hands pretty? I don’t think the ring is “her thing”. She’s just so practical. I think she would have preferred the $3.99 I spent on the ring in cash so she could buy fabric softener or something more useful. Just like the time she was in the hospital. She had her lung removed- ok, only 20% of her lung. Anyway, I bought her a latch hook rug kit. Which I thought was a brilliant choice. I mean, what else are you gonna do while you get your lung taken out? Thankfully Melinda made a full recovery. She’s back to her youthful, beautiful self. The rug… I’m afraid it did not make it. It would have been so beautiful. I forgive you Melinda.

edited to add: 3 years ago today Melinda had her lung operation. Today she's a healthy girl who enjoys long walks on the beach, being with her kids, and driving me crazy when we go shopping together. Love you Mel!

My Man With His Little Ass

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Here We Go...

2008-09-07T17:12:00.000-07:00

The topic tonight at bedtime... birds and bees and what happens when birds and bees get together. Thankfully, Daddy, the Child and Adolescent Therapist goes over the details.

Can someone please come over and hold my hand?

As I eavesdrop, I have never heard Craig say the words... breast and vagina so many times in one setting. Wow, this is weird.

As with all my shortcomings, I blame my Mother. Her idea of the "birds and the bees" involved a spaghetti party where we skim over the part where "Aunt Martha" comes to visit. Completely ignoring the part where "Uncle Ken gets-to-know Aunt Martha". I still have so many questions. Mom, call me.

Let's stop talking about this.

Look, here's Rob- with panty hose on his head. That Rob, he's so crazy.

We Interrupt This Blogcast... for the RNC

2008-09-04T18:40:00.000-07:00

Until then... feast your eyes on this lovely specimen.

"Penelope"

Let The Wild Rumpus Start!

2008-08-28T18:31:00.000-07:00

Life is so hard with both my boys in school. Like today for instance, I had to go to the beauty shop without any kids. Can you imagine? That was hard.

And then there's that time I had to go to Wal-Mart by myself. Can you believe it? That was hard too.

Actually, I kid.

THIS IS SO FREAKIN AWESOME!!!!!!

Remember that post where I cried and moaned about my "baby going to school"? That was the old me. That was before I had the taste of sweet, sweet, freedom. Did you know that when your last child goes off to kindergarten angels come down from heaven and sing "The Hallelujah Chorus" in your kitchen. They do. Or maybe that was me and instead of "The Hallelujah Chorus" it was "Hurt So Good". I always had a soft spot for John Cougar- we go way back.

More Today Than Yesterday

2008-08-26T05:39:00.000-07:00

Thirteen years ago today, I squeezed myself into a tiny white dress. I was young and naive and had no idea the gift I was being given. Every day since August 26, 1995 I have slowly opened the gift and realized how blessed I am.

Today as we hurry about, packing lunches, feeding the dog, going to work, etc. - I celebrate quietly. I married a great guy. Happy anniversary Craig- I love you.

Too Much Drama For Your Mama.

2008-08-25T17:24:00.000-07:00

In the dark recesses of my sock drawer, today I found this story I wrote for Spencer. It was after the first week of school last year- which would have been second grade. He was being very sensitive and had every complaint in the book. Finally one night, as all good mothers do, I realized the humor in it all and wrote him this story for his lunch box.
I even illustrated the story but for now you will have to close your eyes and imagine your own pictures.

Spencer's Very Bad, Very Sad Week
written by his mother.

Spencer W's back to school week really did stink!

On Sunday... he couldn't sleep not one little wink!
His blankets and Livie, in one big heap!

On Monday things didn't get any better. His head felt "weird" and his big toe hurt.

Tuesday was the pits! His Mom made him eat a whole spoon of green beans. Nasty!

On Wednesday he was so upset he quit bells and then started back up with bells. Then out of nowhere, he fell off his stool.

On Thursday his bus driver made his sit by a girl- Oh my.

last page: Dear Spencer, I hope your week gets better starting with today . I love you. Love, Mom

What Do You Get When You Marry A Therapist And An Unstable Woman?

2008-08-22T19:58:00.000-07:00

... a kindergarten boy who says at supper, "Mom, you make my heart hurt when you make me go to school".

This was the week of drama at The W House. Actually, every week is dramatic at The W House come to think of it.

Landon has not enjoyed being seperated from his eternal Activities Coordinator, aka his Mother. School has been a thorn in his side. The nurse at his school even called me a couple of times on my cell phone.

"Yes, Mrs. W... your son seems to have a headache."

"Um. No. My son does not have a headache rather, an aversion to your educational institution. His father says under no uncertain terms am I allowed to pick him up from school. Even though I cried every single day of 1st grade and I know the cross he carries. So, I'll call my friend Angie, and maybe she will pick him up."

But lo, Angie would not pick him up. Something about it's the law, life is hard, yada, yada, yada. So every day I'd greet him by the exit doors of his school. Forlorne, beat down, and just wanting his Sponge Bob with a side of order of Moma's snacks. I can't bear to tell him that if he's like me, he will never get over this feeling.

Wanted: Good Attourney- Will Trade 3 Bushels of Corn and 1 Used Ishuffle for Attorney Fees

2008-08-19T15:16:00.000-07:00

Looking for attorney. Must love dogs and women who like to over-explain things.

Defendant: innocent tiny/fluffy law abiding dog happened to leave said yard a couple of times (6) and chased a naked man riding a motorized skate board with a seat, carrying a chihuahua.

Plaintiff: over weight, naked skate board riding 60'ish year old wearing skin tight flesh colored shorts and no shirt. Carrying a chihuahua.

"I plead the fifth."

Let Me Tell You About My Grandchildren, My Skin Disease, And My Neighbor's Cousin Who Knows Somebody Who Got Pregnant With A Turkey Baister

2008-08-15T19:47:00.000-07:00

Ok. I'm talking about it.

I've got poison ivy.

And it itches. For 3 weeks it itches.

I obtained a steroid off the black market- but it was only a 3 day supply. So, for three days I stopped itching- but grew facial hair, bulked up, and picked fights with random strangers.

She said: "What you looking at?"
Random stranger said: "Uh, I was just looking at the price tag on the loaf of bread."
She said: "Good, let's keep it that way."

Now I'm still itching, steroid is gone, I have no friends left, and I can't find my tweezers.

What would you do?

Celebrate Good Times Come On!

2008-08-15T09:01:00.000-07:00

There's a party going on right here. Because I just found out I'm accepted into Graduate School.

I Wanna Shine

2008-08-14T16:58:00.001-07:00

Tonight, I've got nothing.

In the wonderful words of David Crowder...

"But this light that shines on me, shines on you. And makes everything beautiful again."

It'll be alright.

Recent Email With My High School Friend That I Found On Facebook

2008-08-10T19:43:00.000-07:00

From: Shannon White [mailto:shannonofthewoods@yahoo.com]
Sent: Friday, August 08, 2008 8:43 AM
To: MyPinkMexico@gmail.com
Subject: I remembered something

Mary Dawn of Creation,

One time at a dance in High School you told me I danced wierd, but you kinda liked it.

What did you mean? Was it all the snapping? Or was it my double-jointedness?

Shannon White

Mary Dawn says:

you know, i dont' remember exactly how you danced...can you make a video and post it on YouTube to refresh my memory? hee

Mom, Would You Please Read This To Daddy

2008-08-08T18:43:00.000-07:00

Dear father,

I know you are a shy man. I realize you have never looked a camera in the eye. Remember the time you yelled at the school girl for mocking your V.W. Bug with a hay bale in the back seat? I would never bring that up in public. But, you weren't too shy then. And Daddy, do you really think that pillow hides the fact that you are prancing around in your tightie whities with those lilly white legs? Come on, that's not too shy.

So would you please do the hand bone for my internet friends? They won't look. We will all look away and just listen. Please, just think about it.

Love,
Shannon

Missing Home

2008-08-07T18:03:00.000-07:00

Sometime in the late 60's, my uncle Jack had a car. Being one of 9 siblings, a car was a big deal. So what if the car had no seats?! Yes, you read that correctly. His car had no seats. So of course this is why he drove around with kitchen chairs as seats.

Windows down, shirt sleeves rolled up, no shoes, and life was good.

Mom said this worked out o.k. except for the sudden stops. I believe it was George whose chair flipped back when they came to a sudden stop upon arrival at my Aunt Jennies store. But it's all good. George is a good sport. And Aunt Jennie probably had a mean plate of biscuits and gravy waiting for them.

Look What I Found

2008-08-06T19:53:00.000-07:00

If school doesn't start soon, I'm gonna open this puppy. And down all .50 ml!

Another Step Towards Adult-hood And Parental Abandonment

2008-08-06T05:43:00.000-07:00

The day finally came on Monday for Landon to get his kindergarten shots. The waiting room was stuffed to the brim with sweaty 5 year olds and their sweaty parents. One by one kids came out from the shot room- happy as a lark. I'd say, "see, it must not be too bad, she's acting just fine". With each child, my anxiety for Landon lessoned.

Then it came to be Landon's turn. And he flipped out. Not just a little bit flipped, totally flipped. Imagine the sound of a hungry baby cougar in the wild that has lost his home to evil man, due to urban sprawl. That was the sound Landon made- through 4 shots.

3 days later, as a sign of the Lord's provision, Landon is still wearing his badges of honor- the band-aids.

This morning we are going for him to get tested for kindergarten. I've been through this before. She will tell me he has poor small motor skills and didn't know the answers to a lot of their questions. He can't write his name and couldn't point to the cow. (Inspite of 3 years of pre-school).

And I'll say, "Oh you mean like a 5 year old boy who just wants to play with friends all day?"

But I won't be concerned. This child is smart. He'll be fine. He does know what a cow is, he's just refusing to play her kindergarten mind games. She'll see. He'll be fine.

Party at Camp

2008-08-03T10:06:00.000-07:00

Recently Craig celebrated his 40th birthday. I told him I had gotten him a kitten. He was not happy about that. But I was just messing with him. I love to do that. That's why he likes me so much. I entertain him. Get your mind out of the gutter. Why do you always have to go there? What I'm saying is that I am so much fun to live with. Constant party- that's what I am.

Spencer has my sense of humor. He had Craig totally convinced that he was getting a kitty. It's scary how good he was at tricking Craig. That boy. Where'd he get all those shenanigans?

Some of our friends went together and got Craig this picnic table. We blind folded him and brought him the table with a Dairy Queen ice cream cake on top. How fun is that! I love our friends. And ice cream cake.

BFF

2008-08-03T09:58:00.000-07:00

Craig and Rob with the Cubbies. TLA

Have You Ever?

2008-07-30T21:16:00.001-07:00

Have you ever mistaken laxatives for sinus medicine? Neither have I. But someone in my house did. Let me tell you, something's loose alright and it isn't his sinuses.

Right before this episode Craig was making fun because his college GPA was higher than mine. I could be spiteful and vindictive and remind him of that- but I'll just let it pass. Get it, "Let it pass". Ha. Ha.

I told him this was definitely going on the blog. Until my Dad sees this post and makes me remove it. He likes Craig more than me.

You do too Daddy, I can tell.

Tubes

2008-07-29T10:01:00.000-07:00

We are back from Family Camp. Yes, we did have fun. More on that later.

More importantly, today Landon got his second set of tubes put in his ears. The first set was very traumatic. First of all, our Doctor was older than the Marion Public Library. He told me Landon's ears were the worst he had seen in years, and that Landon was a behavior problem. I about punched him in the stomach, but I was afraid I'd kill him. Or cause him to wet his Depends, so I just let it go. I'm good about that. Just letting go. No grudges here. Also, making it hard was Landon's adverse reaction to anesthesia.

Today was similar. We thought the coast was clear- evidently it wasn't. He threw up out the window of the Burger King drive through(while we were being waited on). Not exactly the best place to be.

He's feeling better now. His first sentence just now was, "Spencer I got some medicine stuck up my butt". Like it's some sort of cool club Spencer can't be a part of.

I'm so thankful for my healthy boys. If this is the worst we have to endure we're doing quite well.

Excitement In The Air

2008-07-20T06:36:00.001-07:00

I shouldn't be on the computer. Nor should I have stayed up til 2 am reading a book in my closet. As I type, "99 Red Balloons" the remixed techno version thumps from Craig's office and the dog yips in the back yard.

Picture if you will, the Beverly Hillbillies. You know how "they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly". That's us. We've loaded up the truck and we're moving to our cabin for the next 7 days. I wish I could show you what our car looks like. Bikes, clothes, a swimming pool, food, etc. with a dog hanging out the window. We're taking back roads because Craig can't see out any windows- it's so packed. But it's ok cause he's tall. If he holds his head out the window he can see pretty well.

Around the campfire tonight I'll beg Rob to let me use his phone with Internet. I'll check my sites and maybe update you with some fascinating Fairmount Camp Highlights. I'm praying that my parents surprise me and show up even though they said they couldn't come. Hint. Hint.

Country Club

2008-07-16T13:33:00.000-07:00

I called my friend today and offered to take her daughter to the country club. Her response was...

"You don't seem to be a country club kind of girl"

Ok, let's stop this post right now. What in the tar hill is that supposed to mean? I'm not country club? I am soooo country club I can't stand myself. Are you insinuating that I am hillbilly? Is this about my famous uncle? Are you people jealous because I'm on the verge of becoming popular and may one day get-to-know my uncle and be on his show? It could happen.

5 reasons I am so country club:
1. I own two (2) pair of silver shoes- one flat, one pump.
2. I hold my pinky out when I drink my Polar pops.
3. I eat fillet Mignon (Aldis, frozen foods section 1.99)
4. I drink my tea out of country club glasses. I do.
5. When I go to fancy hotels I never bring home their shampoos or soaps. Just their towells.

See, there's your evidence, I am country club. I am.

Name Dropper

2008-07-14T19:25:00.000-07:00

I've always been a name dropper. One time when I lived in Chicago I knew this girl that was an extra in some movie. I can't remember the movie or the girl's name, but I still tell people I knew someone who was in a movie. Oh, and one time my Mom and I saw a bunch of women running through a store in Chicago chasing Sylvester Stalone. So now I tell people I saw women chasing a celebrity. Never saw the celebrity- but I was pretty close to seeing a celebrity.

Anyway, today I was watching CMT. Yes, Country Music Television. It was on ok. I saw this preview for Mabe in America. It caught my eye because Mabe is my maiden name. The guy on the show's name was Tom Mabe. Hmmm. That sounds familiar. So, I called my Mom.

me: "Mom, what's Daddy's brothers name?"
Mom: "oh, I forgot to tell you, Tom Mabe, and he has a show and you act just like him. You know, you're crazy like that"

So I watched the show. He is kinda funny. Better at improv than scripted. But Mom, I act like that? No. The only thing I MAY have in common are my bug eyes, big head, and we both own remote control fart machines. WHICH WAS A GIFT FROM MY SISTER.

I don't know if I'd recommend the show- but as his niece, I find it kinda interesting.

I do think my cousin Jennifer looks and acts just like him.

Best Friends

2008-07-13T12:42:00.000-07:00

Sad News

2008-07-10T07:49:00.000-07:00

We had Sister Francis put to sleep today. Evidently running away was a sign that she was very sick. I found her having a seizure Tuesday night and then this morning she was having another one that lasted at least an hour- she was still having it when the vet put her down.

I know animals are animals. They are not people. There are people suffering all around me- and that is much more horrific than losing your cat of 12 years. But Franny was a part of our family and she will be missed.

What To Wear....

2008-07-05T09:01:00.000-07:00

Spencer is celebrating his 9th birthday today. He chose to go rock climbing. Should I wear my silver glitter ballet shoes or gold cross tie sandals with the leopard print soles?

Cooking With Shannon

2008-07-03T13:45:00.000-07:00

Like my apron? My wonderful mother made this for me. I like wearing aprons. They make me feel important. Don't I look like I'm about to whip up something impressive?

I haven't asked Mom, but I'm sure she'd love to trade her hand made apron for something you've made. Yes you, Victoria. Or Janice. Or all you other talented people. Mom has an array of aprons- she let me pick because I'm her favorite oldest daughter.

Here's Spencer, making fun of my posing.

In honor of our country's Independence, I stretched myself and figured out a way to use 6 sticks of butter in one recipe. Tomorrow I shall share it will all my lucky friends.

9 Lives and 5 Hail Mary's Later...

2008-07-02T19:57:00.000-07:00

Sister Francis is back with her people. I was so happy to see her, I gave her a fresh bowl of water and some special cuddle time. Not a scratch to be found. I think it was a matter of pride- as Garfield once said,

"It's hard being humble when you're a cat".

So true, Garfield... So true.

Sister Francis. Missing.

2008-07-01T19:50:00.001-07:00

This is serious. I woke up this morning and let the dog out. Out in the yard there was a huge pile of cat hair. Big piles, clumps, all over the place. And then blood on the cushion of our wicker sofa.

"Has anyone seen the cat?"

No one has seen Franny since yesterday. Over 24 hours. Our old, one-eyed Franny is missing and it doesn't look good. I sat on the edge of our lawn tonight and called and called into the woods for my little Franny. Nothing.

I'm starting to worry. Stay tuned for more Franny updates.

It's Not A Party 'Til Somebody Does The Hand Bone.

2008-07-01T05:59:00.000-07:00

When I was around the age of 4, my parents turned from their wicked ways and became christians. Their lives as they knew them were changed. Except for the occasional smoke behind the clothes line (sorry Mom)- they totally had committed themselves and our family to a new life. I'm grateful for this. In fact, if it weren't for this decision- I'm sure today I would be selling giant brown panda blankets, dream catchers, and my "art pieces" on the side of the road- while balancing a naked baby wearing only a diaper on my hip. Wearing tight short shorts with my muffin top hanging out.

But, I remember the parties. Oh yes I do. Guitars everywhere. Beer. "Oh, here comes Mamaw Hazie- quick put the beer in the wood burning stove." Those parties. Really not much went on except a lot of guitar tuning. I mean, somebody get those people a tuner. Because that's all they did for 3 hours. For 3 hours they'd all try to get their guitars tuned together so they could play- "In The Garden". Later we'd hear some Johnny Cash or maybe Hank Williams, Sr. Which by the way- what's up with Hank Sr.? Was Prozac not invented then? Because he really needed some. Later, I'm sure after a couple alcoholic beverages, Daddy would pull out the "Hand Bone". (You Tube it.)

Our Place of Honor

2008-06-29T10:14:00.000-07:00

This is the sign on the road where I grew up.

Mabe Stillwell Lane.

We're the Mabe part. See, that's OUR name first. Like we are the important ones. Cause you know those Stillwells. They can't be trusted.

I think we got our name first because of our fine family heritage, and place of honor in our town.
Or, it could of been an alphabetical decision. But I'm sure that's not it.

Yeah, I'm sure it was the place of honor reason.

Conversations Between Lovers

2008-06-28T09:20:00.000-07:00

Two weeks ago...
she said: You'd better look at your clothes, I don't think you have anything that dressy that doesn't look 80's"
he said: (growl)... it'll be fine... who cares... it's just clothes... now go fix me some viddles"
she said: (whine)... you'll see.... i'll be cute and you won't.... i'll tell my Mom.... whine....

Today...
he said: now will this work?
she said: you look like my uncle George back in '89
he said: you JUST bought me these pants
she said: yeah, like 8 years ago
he said: I swear it was like last year
she said:I told you this would happen

Family Tree

2008-06-27T18:42:00.000-07:00

On a grassy, green hill- near creeks and lakes and cliffs, springs and fields- stands this tree. It was planted by my Great-Grandfather. If you look closely you can see a flat, wooden swing. Many kids have swung from that swing. And even a few grown-ups.

My Mamaw Hazel (his daughter) grew up in the house by this swing. Her Mother died when she was young and so Mamaw "Hazie" was left to care for her siblings as well as her father. Soon after, she married and had 9 children of her own. Dark brown kind eyes. Her only fault... believing her children could do no wrong. All of her life has been about her family. And her life still is all about her family. When the weather is warm, she sits on her porch swing and waits for her kids and grandkids to come visit. She has never cared for material things. As long as she had food to feed anyone who comes to visit- she's happy.

I wish I was more like her.

The Little Men In My Head

2008-06-13T13:50:00.000-07:00

I think I'm hard to talk to. My eyes wander. Attention is distracted. I'm scattered to say the least. If I ever get a brain scan I'm sure they would find little well dressed men inside of my head- all humming different songs. Working. Getting in fights. And cooking spam.

Because of this, I've told myself that this summer I will finish some projects. I've got a million things in my head, things already started. Half done things. So, I am committed to finishing something. One of which is this owl picture. I painted him with the intent of painting a friend for him to hang with. Problem is, he's been hanging on my wall with no friend. It's driving my symetry loving self insane. I feel like my house might tip over if I don't balance this with a companion piece on the other side.

So, join me in my True Confessions. What undone project do you need to work on this summer?

Making Due

2008-06-10T07:05:00.000-07:00

With my early onset Empty Nest Syndrome Depression, combined with the fact that my first born is attending his first church camp...

Craig and I may be displacing our emotional needs onto our youngest son...

If Craig tries to breastfeed, I'm calling a therapist.

The New Fall Lineup

2008-06-08T17:57:00.001-07:00

I think I know .009% of how Mom's feel when their youngest goes off to college. In a few short weeks Landon will be going off to kindergarten.

There have been many occasions in the past where I've day dreamed about that event of both boys being in school all day. You know the days... where things seem so hard with young kids at home- you go in your room for a few seconds to do the "ugly cry". There have been times I have cried so hard no tears came out. My mouth just spreads real thin and wide and I do this puppet mouth kind of move. "Oh Lord", I cry... "take me now!" Particularly when both boys were at home all day. Looking back God gave me just what I needed to make it through each day. And some days it felt like that's all we did... just make it.

I never realized I was a screamer. Or that I was impatient... until I had kids. It was always in me, it just never came out until kids. I try. And sometimes I do a really good job. And then sometimes I don't.

But I think I've finally gotten used to this stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) thing. I'm content with things the way they are. This is who I am. I am Shannon. I stay home with my kids. I work at school a few mornings a week- the rest I'm home with my kids.

But... that is all about to change. Now that the time is finally here, I'm really sad. Who will I be now? All day every day? What will I do?

This will take some adjusting. I think this is a very important step in the whole process of learning to let my kids go. Not that I ever really had them- they belong to God.

I belong to God too. I put my trust in Him.

Me Being Quiet...

2008-06-07T18:11:00.000-07:00

One of the many moods of Shannon.

What Would You Do?

2008-05-30T20:11:00.000-07:00

The tornado sirens are going off. It's after 11 pm. Both kids are sleeping like angels.

Option A: Wake them up and huddle in our downstairs bathroom while Landon thinks it's morning and asks for a bowl of cereal. He would totally do that!
Option B: Figure it will all blow over and leave them alone.
Option C: Figure it will all blow over, but second guess this decision and decide to stay up until I know we are all ok. Eat chocolate Chex Mix and blog several irrelevant posts- which I guess should be the name of my blog, aren't they all irrelevant?

I Always Got Picked Last

2008-05-30T19:09:00.000-07:00

The other day I was directing a group of kids. "Go that way, down the hall-all of you". I raised my left hand and made grand gestures... like an air traffic controller. As I did this, I noticed a certain jiggle of my muscles in my arm. (Well, I guess technically I should NOT call it "muscles".) "What in the world?! Why is my body doing this, I'm so fit. This is surprising!"

Lucky for me, my coworker Mr. Holt - who also owns a local gym was standing nearby. "Oh," he said, "I've got just the thing. Sit on the edge of this chair." So in front of all of 3rd grade he demonstrated how I should do these arm exercises.

Tonight I did 10 of these exercises.

That should do the trick. Right? Cause I don't like to sweat.

Baby Corban

2008-05-30T18:14:00.000-07:00

This picture would be much better if I had Photoshop. I actually do have Photoshop, but can't load it onto my computer. Grrrrr. Please God, send me a new computer in the mail. I promise to stop cursing at the neighbors for parking on my new grass and I will make meals on wheels for all my wonderful friends who have recently had babies.

Who Needs A House On The Lake When You Have This?

2008-05-28T18:16:00.001-07:00

Here is our family kickball game (5-6 families participated). Last year we played it with mattresses as bases. That was fun. Nobody could remember the rules so we decided plain kickball would be fine. Here is an example of how seriously Rob takes his sports. I don't think anyone was remotely near with the ball- and yet he felt the need to slide home. Drama Queen.

Sure, a house on the lake would be nice. But there are some things money can't buy. Our cabin is the one place we can go, spend no money, and have the best time.

Whatever You Do, Do Not Fall Asleep

2008-05-22T18:15:00.000-07:00

One hour before bedtime, he falls asleep for twenty minutes in the bike stroller.

How do you think that turned out?

Finally The Boy Gets A Job

2008-05-22T17:07:00.001-07:00

Now Mama can get a new outfit from Ann Taylor Loft.

And Once Again The Neighbors Rolled Their Eyes

2008-05-22T15:36:00.001-07:00

Why do I buy toys when my kids would rather play with office chairs?

Dear Mama Bird

2008-05-22T05:36:00.000-07:00

I see you in your nest. WIth your feathers all so pretty.
You've been with those babies a long time.
Days and days.
In. That. Same. Nest.

Do they ever get full?

I know, gas is so expensive you may as well stay home.
No other birds have come to see you in a long time.
Your bird friends should be ashamed.

How many times can you do the laundry and dust until it starts feeling boring?
While Daddy's gone "working".
I mean "finding worms".

They are cute babies.
So cute.

But your friends should come visit.
You'd take pictures and feed them well.

Wouldn't you?

Mama bird, you remind me of someone.
I just can't put my finger on it.

Love, Shannon

For My Friend

2008-05-21T15:50:00.000-07:00

My favorite book is the updated version of Streams In The Desert. I read this today, it's from March 1.

Your situation is filled with uncertainty and is very serious, but it is perfectly right. The reason behind it will more than justify Him who brought you here, for it is a platform from which God will display His almighty grace and power. He will not only deliver you, but in doing so will impart a lesson that you will never forget. And in days to come, you will return to the truth of it through singing. You will be unable to ever thank God enough for doing exactly what He has done.

Miracle Baby

2008-05-18T18:32:00.000-07:00

Born at 25 weeks- doctors said Evaya had a 5% chance to live. They were wrong. God had other plans. Today I got to take her picture and smell all her sweetness.

Why Yes, That Is A Wet Suit

2008-05-16T16:44:00.001-07:00

... and I served rice right out of my pink frying pan. What's it to ya?

Please Pray For Crissy

2008-05-16T04:39:00.000-07:00

Please be praying for this little girl from our town. She's been through so much.

Priceless

2008-05-13T18:43:00.000-07:00

What is it about a campfire?

In a couple weeks our campfires will begin again for the season. And I can't wait.

Snap goes the burning log as a friend makes yet another inappropriate confession.

Woody tells about the time he took an egg to catholic school.
Jan confesses love for Craig Jr.
Mel recounts teenage rebellion.
Craig remembers wearing moon boots to gym class.
Someone split their pants.
Someone sings off key.

The stars shine brightly in the Indiana sky. The kids are sleeping. Life is good.

Landon the Big Boy

2008-05-09T15:15:00.000-07:00

Landon officially graduated from preschool yesterday.
Here's my interview with Landon.

S: What do you want to be when you grow up?
L: A dinasour hunter
S: Where will you live when you grow up?
L: California
S: But that's not close to Mommy.
L: I know.

Olivia's Extreme Dog Makeover

2008-05-08T16:31:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow little Livie is getting her hair styled. Stay tuned for exciting before and after photos. My family is begging and pleading for me to please not cut her hair. But I'm ignoring them. It's time for that dog to get some class. Who cares if she eats her own poop-if she has a fancy haircut. Smoke and mirrors people.

While Olivia was grooming her own self tonight Landon asked, "Mom- is Olivia eating her babies?" I just giggled. That's what I'm gonna do when he asks about the birds and the bees. Just giggle.

In other news, Spencer came home asking if he could get his hair highlighted. 8 years old. Next thing you know I'll come home and he'll be reading, "Are You There God, It's Me Margaret".

Not One More Thing

2008-05-06T18:27:00.000-07:00

Craig asked me today, "What do you want for Mothers Day?"

For the first time ever I didn't already have a list prepared. With underlines, numbers, specific directions. I didn't have a "wish" list.

"What do I want?" I thought. "If I went around the world tonight and asked other Mothers- what would they ask for? I bet many would have a list much different than mine."

In Haiti, famine fills the land and mothers today are feeding their babies cookies made out of mud. At Riley Hospital tonight a mother waits as her daughter sleeps in severe pain, not knowing what tomorrow holds. Mothers in Africa hold sick children while they fade away because of political unrest and unavailable medical help. Mothers in my neighborhood raise their kids alone because the father has found somewhere else to live. The list goes on and on.

Tonight while I write this, I have two healthy little red head boys snug in their beds. Tonight, I do not know why God has chosen to bless me in this way. Thank you God for my blessings. For our health, food, shelter, freedom, and opportunities. We are richly blessed.

I don't want one more thing. This is a happy Mother's Day.

I Told You Coon Hunters Are Sensitive

2008-05-02T11:25:00.000-07:00

Luckily, I most always have my camera with me. Here, in Exhibit A, I almost ran off the road to get this shot. This was way before my blog days. I knew it would come in handy eventually. Great instincts.

See the sign, "Proud To Be A Coon Hunter". And then notice the scented candle on the dash. What do you think- cinnamon apple or midnight rain?

"Officer, Could You Please Issue This Woman A Knitting Citation"

2008-04-29T20:29:00.000-07:00

This is Victoria. My neighbor. Well I guess I should stop calling her that since we aren't neighbors anymore. She's my friend. Victoria has a problem. If she is awake, she is knitting. Slink, Slink, Slink, Slink.... this is the sound she makes with those blasted metal knitting needles.

She knits while she home schools, while she cooks, while she watches her kids play sports, she has even rigged up a grocery cart with bungee cords and knits while she shops. Just kidding about the last part. I have benefited from her psychosis (thank you IWU... tens of thousands of dollars for my degree and I finally get to use it). Because of her disorder, I have only the best dish cloths that money can buy. I get them for my birthday, for cutting her daughters hair, etc. "Oh, you're sad... here, have a dish cloth." "Happy Halloween, here's a dish cloth".

At Christmas a friend made me a dish cloth and I knew I was in trouble. I tried to hide it under my mixer. But- here she comes... like a blood hound on a rabbit.

V:"Oh. Where is that from?"

S: "Ah... some lady I barely know. She made me take it."

V: "Stitching looks weird. Where'd she get that thread. I ONLY get mine from Canada. It's made out of only organic cotton watered by priests with pure freshwater from the sea"

Ok, I totally just exaggerated that part. Victoria is not spiteful like that. She is very lovely. Just like her name. VICTORIA"naturally beautiful, dainty- with just a hint of clumsy."

And... she is a morning person. Our houses were so close- you could practically reach out and touch the other. Many mornings I'd come rolling out of bed. Squinty eyed, dragging one foot, rummaging for a piece of cheese or something. She'd say through her window in her dainty British accent... "Oh, you just now getting up? I've been up for 4 hours making bread and praying to Jesus". Luckily I like her a lot or I'd reach through that window and wring her little Canadian neck.

I miss my Victoria. Please, buy the empty lot beside us. I promise, I'll never make fun of you again. And I'll do your laundry for a year. Oh, and by the way, my dish cloths are getting a little shabby.

I Know You Are On Pins And Needles

2008-04-28T13:07:00.000-07:00

Ok. So Part II of the "For My Male Readers" post. The reason my Spicy Burrito husband can't play basketball. The reason is because... he has the wrong body shape for the uniforms. Also, I think the black socks and sunglasses probably don't go.

(Empty space for added dramatic effect)

Something For My Male Readers

2008-04-27T15:38:00.000-07:00

I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about something I have no business talking about. Sports.

When God made me he went down the chart and clicked off all my characteristics. Lots of moles, check. Underdeveloped chin, check. Sense of humor, check. Uncanny ability to recognize make and model of car by horn sound, check. Run and move hips at the same time, NOT CHECKED. Hand, eye coordination, NOT CHECKED. Etc. You get the point. I once thought I'd get into sports so I joined our church softball league. At our first game, my dog untied himself and went on the pitchers mound and pooped. During the game. I think he was trying to tell me something. I have never played organized sports since that time.

This has nothing to do with what I was going to write about but I felt it was important. Plus, it's my blog and I like to talk about myself.

This post is two part. Today, the good news. Craig is good at bike riding. He can ride a lot of miles while I'm still back at home adjusting my bike seat. He has ridden across Michigan, through Southern Indiana, lots of bike trips. He's got a disfigured shoulder which he is proud of, from a bicycle accident. He even has "the shelf". Which he makes me admire once every couple of years. Evidently, it's where a specific muscle gets developed so much from riding your bike that it forms a shelf on your leg. I make him use it to hold my polar pops sometimes on long trips. So, he is good at something sports related. He is a sexy bike rider- don't you think? I asked him if I could measure his thighs and he said, "no, maybe later".

In contrast to that, there is a sport my 6 ' 7.5" husband is not so good at. Oh, by the way, never assume because a person is tall that he/she can play basketball. For the love of all that is good in the world- please stop asking him this question. Most would assume, "oh you can't play ball because you are uncoordinated- or because you have bad knees, or because you have an aversion to purple and royal blue high tops" (what's up with the basketball uniforms?) All of your assumptions are WRONG.

Tune in tomorrow for the reason why Craig is no good at basketball. Up until now- myself, God, and a Mexican waitress in the Bahamas are the only ones who know the answer. So don't be late.... you won't want to miss this.

Sunday Inspiration

2008-04-26T18:31:00.000-07:00

When you have 10 minutes, sit down and watch this video. Thanks Mel for the tip.

Anybody Need Any Allergy Relief Or How About Some Gummy Vitamins?

2008-04-26T08:45:00.000-07:00

Recently I have been really getting into a website called moneysavingmom.com. It's a complicated system of using coupons, buying what's only on sale- and sometimes even making a little money. Craig says I'm acting like a scavenger- he's not sold on the whole thing yet. I'm not sure how long I can keep it up, but for now it's fun. I don't get into it as much as the lady from the site, but I'm doing pretty good. I don't buy stuff we wouldn't use (or give away) and I don't buy junk food- even if it's free.

I'm also having fun over at owlhaven.wordpress.com working on a frugal cooking menu for my next grocery visit.

Freebies this week...

Yesterday at Blockbuster I got: family movie night (including two movies, bucket of popcorn, and two pops. Since I'm in their club and this was my 5th movie this month- I got a free video game rental and another coupon popped out for a free movie next time in. I have no idea how that worked. All in all I got $25.00 worth of stuff for free.

Including Blockbuster, this week I've got approximately $90 worth of stuff for free- with coupons! I would say that isn't typical- it was just a good week.

With the money I saved, I can afford to get an entire outfit from Anne Taylor Loft- plus stop on the way for a diet coke. Some would say this is inconsistent with my new frugal lifestyle. I say, "Yep".

Can Anyone Guess Whose Belly This Is?

2008-04-21T20:24:00.000-07:00

I took my very pregnant friends photo yesterday. It was fun. I wanted her to get naked and wrap herself in a sheet to show her vuluptuousness- she wouldn't go for it.

Sunday Inspiration

2008-04-20T10:11:00.001-07:00

Thoughts at 5:37 am

2008-04-18T05:52:00.000-07:00

The cat is shaking the bed
We've built our house over a burial ground and it's collapsing
It's a tornado
We are all going to die
Jesus is coming back
Oh... maybe this is an earthquake
Who cares, I'm tired. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Just So You Know

2008-04-17T14:50:00.000-07:00

Just so you know, today is NOT beach day at preschool. So, whatever you do, don't send your child to school in loudly colored swimming trunks, flip flops, and a beach towel. This would not be good for your child's overall mental health. And, other parents might pass judgemental glances in the hallway. I'm just sayin'.

Apparently, It's This Guy's Birthday

2008-04-16T18:35:00.000-07:00

Landon informed me at 7 am that today was Fike Fike's Birthday. So, he made him a cake (out of paper). All the other oddly named stuffed animals came and we had ourselves a party.

They told us at preschool this week that Landon plays as a younger child would play. In other words, he's immature for his age. They weren't saying this to be critical... just doing a kindergarten readiness conversation. If you ask me, Landon plays just right, thank you very much. We have actually recorded him in his room at night. His imagination is amazing. He has conversations for hours with himself, often playing the role of a sweet, gentle father puppy. His play usually involves family or friendship reenactments. Last night he and his puppies got together and had a meeting about clouds. Riveting. It's funny to listen to him. I love this about Landon.

Stay little for as long as you want my sweet boy. And Happy Birthday Fike Fike.

For the Eighteenth Time

2008-04-15T18:01:00.001-07:00

Reasons my kids need to get out of bed...
1. I need a jump rope.
2. I need a leash.
3. My lips are chapped.
4. My legs are dry.
5. Does this match?
6. Can I kiss the dog goodnight?
7. When will Daddy get home?
8. Why is Daddy working so late?
9. Bendy's Dad is dead.
10. Did you know he has a rope and a leash in his bed?
11. Can Daddy fix me pancakes in the morning?

Finally, I've had enough. Poor Spencer, he was the last one to come down and this is what he saw....

This Will Get Me Some Readers...

2008-04-14T18:24:00.000-07:00

Today I sat down with Craig and asked him some questions about his animal attraction to me. I wanted to give my readers some insight into our relationship. Let's just say it's some racy commentary. PG13.

S:What attracted you to me?
C:Your winning personality
S: When did you decide that you wanted to date me?
C: The second that I began to stare and watch your behavior
S: What's your favorite thing about me?
C:All your cash
S: What's your least fav thing about me?
C: You don't like convertables
S: What surprised you to learn about me after we got married?
C:You are the princess and the pea
S:Aren't you sad about all those ugly girls you kissed before me?
C:I never answer questions like this

Don't Read This

2008-04-13T17:54:00.000-07:00

I have a really bad stomach ache right now.

And yet, I just ate TWO Little Debbie snack cakes.

That's how good Little Debbie snack cakes are.

I told you not to read this.

Rest In Peace. My Dear, Sweet Friend

2008-04-12T17:12:00.000-07:00

Our relationship started so very long ago. Even as a teen you were my go to. My self soothe. My dear friend Dr. Pepper. You got me through the rocky times. Adolescence, bad break-ups, the time my horse bucked me off and then jumped on my hip- you were always there. We've had some celebrations too. Child birth, midnights at campfire, ping pong tourneys at married couples. Remember the time in 89 when Mel and I swam with the manatees- you were there. Fun times.

But, things are changing. I'm not 25 any more. There are pooches were they shouldn't be, double things, and swagging things. They just should not be. At 110 calories per can, I just can't justify you anymore.

Then there's the added problem of my concave butt. Where oh where is my butt going? Is it going to the front. I dare say, "yes".

So, I blame you. There comes a time in some relationships when it's just time to part ways. Before things get bad.

Don't worry about your ugly step-sister, Diet Dr. Pepper. Don't worry. I would never turn to her. She's a joke. Ugly excuse for a pop. She shall never take your place.

I've heard people with addictions often replace one addiction for another. I was thinking of heroine. Oh, I kid... that's too expensive. Maybe pickles? How about country music? What should I chose as my new addiction? Think about it and get back with me.

It's been good Dr. Pepper. But it's over.

Uncle James

2008-04-09T13:39:00.001-07:00

I swear we have photos that look just like these. Thanks to my dear friend for showing me this. Too funny.

This Is How I feel.

2008-04-08T19:09:00.000-07:00