St. Patrick's Day VeggieTales edition

This is a great video on the Sumo Of The Opera DVD by Veggietales.

It's a great explanation for kids that tells of the history of St. Patrick's Day.

Missing my hubs

I'm missing hubs today. Actually, I've been missing him for awhile. I'm trying to keep things alive...but not sure if it's been successful. =/

I know this video has been through my circle of friends, but I still love it. Can't wait to laugh with you babe...(yes, laugh is code).

Twitter - all the juicy details

I've been pretty absent from my blog lately. Between our Indiana house selling & offering on a new house in Oregon, it's been hectic. Wait, those aren't the REAL reasons I haven't been blogging. The blame is really on Twitter.

I've been doing it for awhile, but I'm really enjoying it more & more everyday. Here's an explanation on how it works. The little tidbits that come across from people all over the globe can be insightful & hysterical. It's become second nature to type in things that are happening in my life. If I find a good deal on milk, I'll twitter it. When traffic is backed up, I'll twitter it. When a child pooped their pants at Walmart, I twittered it. When a blister pops in my new workout shoes, I twitter it with a picture. My followers get all the juicy details before anyone else.

I'm gonna tell you the only problem I've had with Twitter. When I send someone a picture from my phone it's super easy. I do it several times a day, so I'm good at it.

Problem is, when you want to send your husband a picture of your cleavage cause you've been seperated for over 3 months & don't want him to forget what he has waiting for him at home.

You type in the twitter email addy instead of your husband's. Within a minute of posting it, your husband calls you & informs you that your "girls" are making their internet debut on Twitter.

So I run downstairs (hanging up the phone by accident on the way) only to discover I've closed everything out. Twitter pulls up, I delete the tweet.

Ahhh....breathe....relax. Call hubs back.

Ross says "I CAN STILL SEE IT!"

Oh shoot! It has to be deleted from Twitpic too. *point, click, click, delete* Ahhh...there we go. Hopefully no one will notice.

I sit there clicking the replies tab & the refresh button waiting for someone to comment. My fears were recognized when SadeeLady (Selena) says "@mandyconforth what the heck is that a pix of? Looks like an unmentionable, or was that the point?"

Dang it. Someone saw my bits.

I direct messaged her & told her of my horrible mistake. She replied with "CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! must breath.....oh! my head. It huurts 2 laugh that hard!"

Which made ME laugh uncontrollably.

Anyway, no one else reponded. THANK YOU JESUS!

Hubs & I (and Selena) had a good chuckle.

And the "girls" are in hiding.

When I said my Twitter peeps get first dibs at all the juicy details...I wasn't kidding.

Camp Counselor

In High School I was an counselor for the Outdoor School program at one of our local grade schools. High School students basically went to camp for a week to mentor 5th graders in various outdoor & group activities.

Every night we had campfire. We were blessed to have an indoor area to host it. Whether rain or shine we enjoyed campfire.

There were 2 counselors in charge of seating kids in neat & tidy rows. Those neat & tidy rows had to be re-adjusted everytime we did a stand up, action song (Cinnamon & I sang Singing In The Rain).

But at the end of the night, each row was excused one by one by the man in charge. His camp name was Tigger. He had a beautiful, masculine singing voice. Two songs he sang make me tear up ... even today. One was called Bamboo, the other was All My Life's A Circle. I found versions online, but none do it justice. His version was slow & calming. The kids were silent & were excused row by row while the rest of us sang this song w/ him, waiting for our turn to head back to our cabins for lights out. Here are the lyrics:

All my life's a circle
Sunrise & sundown.
The moon rose through the nighttime
Till the day break comes around.

All my life's a circle
But I can't tell you why.
The seasons spinning 'round again
The years keep rolling by.

Seems like I've been here before
But I can't remember when.
And I got this funny feeling
That we'll all be together again.

There's no straight lines make up my life
And all the roads have bends.
There's no clear cut beginnings
And so far no dead ends.

BTW - my camp name was Porkchop. I nickname given to me by my dad when I was a baby. I had fat thighs.

Did you ever go to camp? If so, what was your favorite song?

I hate peeing in the woods

This HAD to be invented by a woman. A woman who went hunting w/ her hubs & splashed herself while hovering over a log. This is ingenius. And only $40. You know you want one.

My hubs is hard to buy for, but I think the girls & I would use it more than he would.

Who's the hardest person to buy a gift for in your family?

ht: Ross Conforth

Check their homework

Thanks to Michelle for sending me this!

I'm dedicating it to Mandy Thompson. Sorry for poking fun last week. Love ya.

Mommy's reply to teacher about homework:

Dear Mrs. Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told Sarah how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had. Then I found one more in the back room, and several people were fighting over who would get it. Sarah's picture does NOT show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.

Sincerely, Mrs. Smith