Sunday, November 30, 2008
1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Usually paper.
2. Real tree or Artificial? Real, and we hunt it ourselves.
3. When do you put up the tree? Usually the first weekend in December.
4. When do you take the tree down? Depends, but always before January 1.
5. Do you like eggnog? Not much.
6. Favorite gift received as a child? I remember getting a bike...
7. Hardest person to buy for? My parents.
8. Easiest person to buy for? Myself...just kidding. (kinda) The kids are easy too.
9. Do you have a nativity scene? About 3 or 4
10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail
11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Chocolate Covered Cherries. They ruin perfectly good chocolate.
12. Favorite Christmas Movie? The Polar Express
13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Usually in the summer.
14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? yes
15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Fudge.
16. Lights on the tree? The more the better.
17. Favorite Christmas song? Silent Night...
18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Both
19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? Yes
20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Angel
21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? (As soon as I find them.) The 'official' family opening is on the Eve.
22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Commercials to convince my kids they need more...more...more.
23. Favorite ornament theme or color? I have a Santa collection that I treasure.
24. What do you want for Christmas this year? Toys.
25. What do you leave for Santa? Cookies, fudge, milk and carrots for the reindeer.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
It has been said the win gives you the right to live in the state! Well, win or lose, I will still fly my colors tomorrow. I bleed black and orange!
Here are a few interesting notes from The Oregonian.
by Rachel Bachman, The Oregonian
Total football revenue (2007)
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
One weekend a month.
Two weeks each summer.
Back then, military personnel were not being called to active duty.
Back then, I didn't worry about war or deployment.
Back then, I didn't think about what your service meant.
Back then, I didn't worry about what you had to do when you were in Vietnam.
Back then, I was proud anyway.
Today, I am thankful. You signed up, you fought and you continued to serve.
Today, you would go again, if you were called.
Today, I support our military and our President.
Today, I explain to my children what you and others have fought to protect.
Today, I feel sorrow for families who have lost loved ones.
Today, I pray for peace in the hearts of soldiers for personal battles they may face.
Today, I am more proud than ever.
I feel like I have an understanding of service. I understand even though I have never been part of the military. I understand because you taught me, not only with your words but with your actions.
Dad, thank you for serving. I am proud!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Reagan went to a birthday party this weekend.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
I had the pleasure of taking my girls and three borrowed girls to the movie this afternoon. With the November rains settling in, a movie date was a perfect way to spend the afternoon.
I arrived at the movie early with 4 of the girls, the other 2 arrived within minutes. The moms and I visited briefly. When the high school boy unlocked the theater doors all six girls bailed out of the van quickly and ran inside. I said goodbye to the moms, rolled up the windows and headed inside. (Re-read this paragraph...it is important later.)
- We lined up for the tickets...$38.00
- We lined up for the popcorn...$11.00 *I bought 2 XL's and split them into Ziploc baggies-I am that smart-Re-read this bullet too.
- I bought 7 sodas...$18.00
- We found our seats.
Grace and her friend chose front row seats.
Taryn and her friend chose back row seats.
Reagan, her friend and I settled into the middle.
About an hour into High School Musical 3, the high school theater employee was walking toward me. Hmm....the girls didn't seem to be causing any trouble. Hmm...did he see the jellybeans I snuck into the theater. Hmm...no that wasn't it.
"Ma'am, did you drive the van here?"
"You left your car running."
At this point, I wish it was about the smuggled jelly beans. I wanted to die. You should have seen the look on all three high school workers as I snuck out of the theater, found my car - unlocked and running, right where I left it. Hmm... Priceless?
Additional thoughts to ponder on this occasion:
- No wonder I only have 3 children. I'm not responsible enough for more.
- Thank goodness I married a Pollock as this type of behavior is expected.
- I live in a small town - so when I have these 'moments' my car is right where I left it.
- It may not be my 'natural' hair color anymore...but it's pretty obvious I am a true blonde.