Big Headaches

Sometimes uncles can be such a headache! Just kidding, but we did have our first blood of the ski season two weeks ago. This sweet unsuspecting young lady, who shall remain nameless, was vicious on the screamer:) I will, however, post her picture on the internet for all to see!

Check out the blood! My favorite part was when Grams pulled out the 1983 first aid kit with moldy gauze and expired aspirin to try and patch things up. Thankfully Paul declined.

And then there was this headache: Always beware when a child comes inside from playing and says, "mommy listen to this funny noise I make when I breathe." So my one day off that I had planned on using to clean was instead spent doing this: Luckily we have one of those machines at home so after a breathing treatment, z pack and steroids we were back home for a day of rest and then a day of rest at mommy's work. (Mom of the year award: Dianne for not even knowing her son was sick when he actually had bronchitis!)

And finally the last headache: The Sunday Night Headache. You know the one when your daughter is helping in the kitchen and decides to sit down on the stool (backwards), except you can't sit down when the next step is actually lower than the one you are on and this happens: Of course Linley was the one with the hurt head, but you can't snuggle one and not the other.

Happy Birthday

A few days late on this one, but Happy Birthday Hottie, I mean Darrell!
I do love the end of July and beginning of August, because for 30 days Darrell is two years older than me. He he. We celebrated 3 times, but none of them were anything big. We started the celebration at the lake with his folks and a homemade carrot cake.With the help of his coworkers, the kids and I surprised him at work with an ice cream cake. Linley helped daddy eat his piece and then started in on "jacksie's piece." We rounded out our celebration with a kidless night at Mafi's-super yum.

Least Favorite Words

So I laugh everyday, but it isn't very often that I get that-cross your legs, folded over, head hurting, sides sore, I might wet myself laugh. The last time I had one of those was probably this day. That is until yesterday.

I don't know what it was or how it happened, but my receptionist and I started talking about words we HATE ok maybe that is too harsh-words we dislike. For some reason this got us tickled and then others joined in to add their words.

I am not talking about vulgar profanities here (we all dislike those), just words that you aren't particularly fond of.
So here are a few:
1. Moist (this doesn't conjure up images of cake for me:)

2. Pus (this wasn't mine, but it is disgusting)

3. Discharge (this was a co-worker's husbands least favorite)

And this was my favorite mostly b/c I had never heard of the word, but if you ask anyone over 70 they will surely know it:

4. Urp (are you wanting to look it up?) I will save you the google-it means to vomit-who uses that word and actually I prefer it to vomit.

Anyway what are your least faves?

Smooching

I didn't realize it had been so long since I posted until my dad sent and email asking "wassup?". Yes, I too think it is funny that my dad wrote, wassup, but that is neither here nor there.

On to my post: I took this video in the car on the way to memphis. Jackson was telling Darrell and I why he would never get married.

I can't wait to show this to his future wife and see if he still thinks smooching is yucky:)