It's Cinco De Mayo

We're heading off to Mazatlan Mexican Restaurant tonight. The girls dressed up for the occasion. Thanks to Ana from Torero's in OR, we have TONS of Mexican dresses!

Do I have to shake hands at church?

Church on Saturday night was really great. Pastor Rob spoke. The current series is called Get in the Game and this week was entitled Call of Duty.

Anyway, I was sitting in about the 5th row on the right hand side of the stage. (BTW - sound people at GCC, it's not good quality over there) There was this guy sitting across the aisle & 1 row up from me. He was alone. We stood up to sing. He stood, but no singing. He just folded his arms and looked discerning. I remember Pastor Mark (I think it was him) telling us once that folding your arms was like saying "OK God - let's see what you can do. Show me, cause I'm not so sure." Of course I'm quoting what I remember, not what he actually said. Let's not get technical over here.

Moving on....I felt like I was supposed to go shake his hand during our meet & greet time. It was like I had that little angel vs. devil thing happening on my shoulder(although I'm convinced both were the devil). One second feeling like I needed to go over, the other feeling like...ah...no...someone else will.

He shook several people's hands, not including mine. I have no idea why, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I watched him for the rest of the service. He wrote down a few tidbits from service, but then about 45 minutes into it, he reached down and untucked his shirt. Then he stuck his hand in his belt and just rested it there. Weird, but ok. Then he reached his hand down his crack....seriously. He picked, scratched, picked, scratched, picked and LET HIS HAND REST IN HIS CRACK FOR THE REST OF THE SERVICE! That's capitalized because IT'S GROSS!

I have no idea what church was about after that. I couldn't focus. Who could at that point? All I could think of was "thank goodness I didn't shake his hand and we aren't handling the same tithing bucket!!!"

I guess I'll have to listen to Call of Doody Call of Duty online sometime this week!

His vs. Hers

This is a new Get the lead out series called His vs. Hers. I stole borrowed the idea from Brent over at inWorship.

I made burgers yesterday. I rarely use frozen, preformed patties. I actually enjoy getting my hands yucky and mixing my own hamburger meat. I use hamburger, egg, bread crumbs, worcestershire, garlic, onion, pepper and pretty much whatever sounds good at the time. It is super tasty and has a really smooth texture. We call them "welfare burgers" after the Eddie Murphy skit in RAW.

His welfare burger:


Her welfare burger:


I think the only difference between the 2 is tomato & mustard. I just like cheese, mayo & lettuce.
Here's the Eddie Murphy skit that inspired our burger's name.
WARNING - DO NOT WATCH THIS IF YOU GET EASILY OFFENDED BY MILD FOUL LANGUAGE OR ARE UNDER 18!!!

For those with a sub-par attitude

Michelle Wegner posted a list of 10 things you can do so you won't be mean anymore.

Although #3, 5 & 10 are right up my alley...#7 is yucky and #6, well, #6 is just wrong once you have ...ahem..."matured."

Here's my list for a little pick me up:

1. Vacuum
2. Hot bath
3. Cold Stone
4. Windows
5. Bake cookies Eat cookie dough
6. Basement dance party
7. Barnes & Noble
8. Twitter or blog
9. Stealing candy from my kids - I really enjoy this. They never know, & feel sneaky. Exciting & sick all at the same time.
10. Quiet time w/ Jesus

What about you?

The Tooth Fairy

Shannon over at Rocks in my Dryer has a great conversation going! The topic (in case you don't want to read her post) is about how much the Tooth Fairy leaves at your house.

Here is the comment I left:

When my oldest lost her first tooth, the tooth fairy was having a super rough day and forgot to get change. She had just moved into her new house and didn't have a change jar or anything! She decided to leave $20 w/ a note and a YOM (you owe me). It said "I know it's exciting to see $20 under your pillow. I had a busy, busy day (what w/ all those teeth to collect) and ran out of dollar bills. I'm going to leave this for you and you can have your parents make change. You can keep $5 (for all your trouble) and put $15 under the pillow and I'll pick it up tomorrow night."

Yeah - it didn't work. She said "Did you leave that note Mom? Trying to get my tooth money?"

She then calculated how much her mouth was worth. At that time she had 20 teeth and called her Papa to tell him that she would eventually get $400.

Nice huh? $20 a tooth. Talk about inflation. I always got 4 quarters. Except once when they had really long roots, I got $2.

After posting that comment I remembered one time when I didn't have $20. So, I dug around in my gift box and found a small hello kitty handbag, some lip gloss, nail polish & a book I think. She was fine w/ that too.

I wanna know....

A. What did the tooth fairy leave you when you were younger & what year was that?

B. What does your tooth fairy leave now?

C. Or, if your kids aren't old enough...what is your plan?

Throwback Thursday

So my new friend (& small group leader) Kyle asked me to join his new efforts. We're starting Throwback Thursday. For all you hillbillies in Oregon...we ain't talkin' about that thing you do on the Umpqua....

Every Thursday (unless I forget, which I'm known to do) I'll post an old pic of myself and tell some sort of story to go along w/ it. Yes, it may be lame....but isn't lame the new cool?




So, here is me in all my 3rd grade glory. I only know that because I'm wearing THE pants. Parachute pants were my favorite. My Grandma bought me this black pair at The Hub....all you Oregonians know about that place!!! My Mom then copied the pattern and made me several other pairs in more girly colors.

I especially love my sweatshirt. I was so into Cabbage Patch Kids. I had 8 of them (still do).

In 3rd grade, I attended Bohemia Elementary school in Cottage Grove OR. My teacher was Ms. Holmes. She was from Chile and I loved her. My best friend was Tori Bell. She was also my neighbor and this is the year I got my first record (not to share or a 45)....Prince's Purple Rain. My Mom apparently didn't listen to it first to make sure it was appropriate for 8 year old ears.

It also looks like it's Christmas time in this pic. I noticed my Mom's Santa candle on the table next to me. I used to love Christmas at my house. My Mom spent a lot of time decorating and making so many yummy things to eat. My Dad didn't like Christmas, but I think that's because he grew up in a house w/ so many kids. His parents couldn't afford gifts, so they just had a lot of food. With 10 kids, how could you afford to have a BIG Christmas?

I have to talk about that loveseat I'm sitting on. I know my parents bought it in 1980, but I can't rembember where (I WAS only 3). It had a matching chair and this is where our parents sat when we opened our presents. Us kids sat here when we watched our parents practice their dancing. There is a big woodstove in this room that was always roaring in the winter. We'd dry off from our baths in there. Mom would raise bread on top. Dad would always have water boiling for tea. Despite their outward appearance, they're actually quite comfortable. My Dad finally sold them in his yard sale last Summer. We seriouly had those for 27 years. Wow.

BTW - our old house is for sale right now. It looks rougher than I remember. My room was the window on the left.

So, there you go. A glimpse into my life. I'll try to crop some new pics this week. I can't be posting my schoolmates photos all over the net. If you'd like to join Throwback Thursday, let me know. I'd love to read!