Out of Control

"Out of Control" by Heath Robbins

This painting made me laugh until tears were rolling down my cheeks! Talk about art which makes a connection with it's audience . . . .

You need the backstory. It's Thanksgiving morning. I'm preparing for 25 guests. This past week each of us have succumbed to a stomach virus (except Bryce, thank heavens). Kids have been home all week. Husband has been at work or in bed (worse). Get it?

Each time I take a look at the painting I see something new to enjoy. Because no matter how crazy this week has seemed, it never compares to this poor mom in "Out of Control" by Heath Robbins. Enjoy!

Yes, We Bowl

It all started with Elijah's marble jar. If he filled his mason jar by making "Good Choices" then he could do something fun. It took a month to fill his jar. His request? To go bowling with his good friend M.

Two months (and daily prayers) later, we finally went bowling with Ms family. To spice things up we agreed the winners' picture would be posted on the loser's blog.


We are officially The Winners but the scoreboard doesn't tell the whole truth. I gave myself a spare by resetting the pins (good trick--have to remember that one). T. gave me my second strike in the last frame (way to distract, Tom!).

Elijah is earning more marbles. This time he's aiming for Boomerang's with his buddy N.

Tom is my Ken Doll

Tom has made it clear: he needs (wants) new clothes for Christmas. He wants to update his look for work which in the past has been jeans and a company logo golf shirt (he works for a software company where the dress is "wear anything you want").

I haven't shopped for him in a while and don't feel current with male trends, so I've turned to the internet for advice. And found there is little to help.

But I like this look. Tom would say "I don't like v-necks" and "I don't like t-shirts under sweaters which hang out the bottom."

But I say "Get used to it, because I like this look and you gave me the job."

He is my Ken doll. Pictures to follow.

Through Grayson's Eyes

I sometimes download pictures and discover Grayson has taken a few on his own. It's always fun to look at the world through his eyes.

I especially love that the pumpkin one reveals the little sneak himself!

Help! New Template Needed

I seem to be using the old "classic" blog template. I need advice on how to convert my blog to the new template (xml??) to give my blog a new look. Anyone gone through this process already who can give me some help?

It's Official

Elijah is officially a "big boy." He is potty trained day and night, #1 and #2. I really didn't even get the game going until a week before school started. We bought the Elmo pants and a bag of Skittles and we were good to go. As you can see, he's very comfortable in his Elmo's--he ran outside with a piece of sidewalk chalk and laid down to trace himself on the front driveway. I just had to let him enjoy his freedom!

Redd up the Dishes

My mother's family always used an odd phrase when it was time to clean up after a meal: let's redd up the dishes.

This is not a phrase I've tried to pass along. All right, I'll admit I assumed it was some hillbilly cluster of words which unexplainedly ended up in our family line. Tonight I decided to research the origins and found this:

redd (v.)
c.1425, "to clear" (a space, etc.), from O.E. hreddan "to save, to deliver, recover, rescue," from P.Gmc. *hradjan. Sense evolution tended to merge with unrelated rid. Also possibly infl. by O.E. rædan "to arrange," related to O.E. geræde, source of ready. A dialect word in Scotland and northern England, where it has had senses of "to fix" (boundaries), "to comb" (hair), "to separate" (combatants), "to settle" (a quarrel). The exception to the limited use is the meaning "to put in order, to make neat or trim" (1718), especially in redd up, which is in general use in England and the U.S. Use of the same phrase, in the same sense, in Pennsylvania Dutch may be from cognate Low Ger. and Du. redden, obviously connected historically to the Eng. word, "but the origin and relationship of the forms is no clear" [OED].

Now that I know "redd up" is actually from Old English and must have been brought over from a Scottish great-grandmother, I find the phrase acceptable. Quaint, even.

It's time for me to redd up my face and go to bed.