tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37408225048991401432024-03-05T11:39:52.802-05:00Powell HouseLaugh,Love and Laugh some more!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-37003397838491600022009-07-31T20:36:00.018-04:002009-07-31T23:09:29.699-04:00Should I call this Catching up or Starting Over!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjT0I5C7I8-ry1yFT6s89IGbrHyd6mawE0bwblkV8uvMzWtagQ8wOcEvfIQVd1rdYWkB1w7Y-_7wqwylRxbkLWHRT1QKrML7owcxSotpuo423GghjyOzT_4KWwHH1LzsIiv4CAoAvM6c/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364815743352041938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjT0I5C7I8-ry1yFT6s89IGbrHyd6mawE0bwblkV8uvMzWtagQ8wOcEvfIQVd1rdYWkB1w7Y-_7wqwylRxbkLWHRT1QKrML7owcxSotpuo423GghjyOzT_4KWwHH1LzsIiv4CAoAvM6c/s200/June+-+July+2009+082.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qo6HwQl8_yGsltbt5zCeFYqZuFtMv7NcCKZRroePj3JakBbVZQPntNT60hVKRRsJ_UtflAgsxV1W8Z-jj1yb_4q33MvQ4H4JqXY-62Ol0qqZczrqDl9L8T0fTfqgfgTmvWJI9_SfkIE/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364818323125685010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qo6HwQl8_yGsltbt5zCeFYqZuFtMv7NcCKZRroePj3JakBbVZQPntNT60hVKRRsJ_UtflAgsxV1W8Z-jj1yb_4q33MvQ4H4JqXY-62Ol0qqZczrqDl9L8T0fTfqgfgTmvWJI9_SfkIE/s200/June+-+July+2009+239.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364816780858071954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uUqQFV087Mds9kdX-EFJ2ogFQfqKmssGBIRTbfYOwogWLo_G4r40sJntCdJDfgbsY_Fs8SUs1BDXKcFWDszSZS1IGt8-qw3u-cLNz2aaNrPIfSRKMYUvM9Mi5W2-_z4yinCjIGXtfqE/s200/June+-+July+2009+270.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b8-YTLOFZhy5QaIF68J8607QzABSkjuvTu0ajsYQAqB0T0JReH9wV1W7FBEtp7cA33nhaSqx7tdcuYKEgRBu97QHaDzTHDh0Ta0qcCJqhVIp-_YgnwhbEqrHy3drqssbKthQX13doB8/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364811091565909234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b8-YTLOFZhy5QaIF68J8607QzABSkjuvTu0ajsYQAqB0T0JReH9wV1W7FBEtp7cA33nhaSqx7tdcuYKEgRBu97QHaDzTHDh0Ta0qcCJqhVIp-_YgnwhbEqrHy3drqssbKthQX13doB8/s200/June+-+July+2009+248.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJhD_iaiUG49EVqeRmB6VZaIUzbSSdv6XfQXtMGoX3SsXN0j9cUx1g8SAJOYWmeqtb8N9IAlDqGJrkAJnckcYaaMUG6xdZU3Ikn5aFwYAXv4kV5Q6ro8Wev2nRKTuTz0Bzu6OtDArZYY/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364814786526560578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJhD_iaiUG49EVqeRmB6VZaIUzbSSdv6XfQXtMGoX3SsXN0j9cUx1g8SAJOYWmeqtb8N9IAlDqGJrkAJnckcYaaMUG6xdZU3Ikn5aFwYAXv4kV5Q6ro8Wev2nRKTuTz0Bzu6OtDArZYY/s200/June+-+July+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWL-FzymK2cqPMQv10N_P84xmwtcy0-rjNLioVzGlCE7abWogfgaisYRNmmslYaIV7m29v2OeHYlR5JUS5PVFfyS-FhkR_bn36AKYSHMcQ6bsMcYr7Uj1CMw_Mz_RmDhbGk9eqadmY5k/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364811798453495922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRWL-FzymK2cqPMQv10N_P84xmwtcy0-rjNLioVzGlCE7abWogfgaisYRNmmslYaIV7m29v2OeHYlR5JUS5PVFfyS-FhkR_bn36AKYSHMcQ6bsMcYr7Uj1CMw_Mz_RmDhbGk9eqadmY5k/s200/June+-+July+2009+247.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div>So as you can see I am absolutely horrible at this. But thats alright!! Lots has been going on here, but nothing too exciting. Lets see, we got a dog in April! Yes, I got the one I wanted. He's a Malteepoo. Cute, cute, cute! We named him Bently. Jay wanted to name him Zilla because if he had to own a girlie dog it needed a manly name. But, No Way!! We decided on Bently because its a manly and expensive car. At least thats how I won the name the dog game. He has been really great. He thinks he is so scary and tough. I didn't think about the fact that I was adding yet another name to remember when I am trying to get one of the kids attention! HEHE!!! I do just love to torture myself!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySgACmvxAcEV7PjIluq6BFc9U3hK2j5YOpockWfeUR1qbxfa5Xl7qEQVGfDatQg0ER94hi0PtEFnptszPKf0QzKCDtvMdBm18y5s7sfs0NCqskXifS8gTgowKzmjAc6_PtGBQ6wE_Rqc/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+378.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364808209923234018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySgACmvxAcEV7PjIluq6BFc9U3hK2j5YOpockWfeUR1qbxfa5Xl7qEQVGfDatQg0ER94hi0PtEFnptszPKf0QzKCDtvMdBm18y5s7sfs0NCqskXifS8gTgowKzmjAc6_PtGBQ6wE_Rqc/s200/June+-+July+2009+378.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364809788024614418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvcVt9GwSxxbGtL0Uchyphenhyphen4wJ6d1rRPjJ2UDHA4cN-Sa4x1WZINxl_7jtzC6i9FYG8KTJHoAXf1kuNnT68QmRc1gF5Kw6lo8KKM_KhuZ2avpkVDIH3qIbGajkQEf-yLBb7eR6aaMbcazJJc/s200/Appril+2009+038.jpg" border="0" /> Skipping a few month later, we went to Destin, FL again for a family vacation in July. This was the first time in 11 years that the whole family has gone (Jay's mom and dad and both of his brothers and their families). It was a full house! We spent lots of time at the beach and at the pool. And thank goodness no sharks this year. This was the first year we haven't had to take a pack n play, bottles, strollers and basically lots of baby stuff. Can you say AWESOME? We could actually see out the back of the van. Okay, so maybe you have to experience this a few times to really appreciate that. We had lots of fun and came back a bunch of bronze goddesses!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsg5w81jQH4z2usiZzqeytnIhDTQo8ptWyngBqL9ayFMONWfYT6IqAdvMw1kF7kmj5VTVkYb43fa-UDE6NqQNesC-kb7bDqn4BNmVD1c9CFqQx1i6IUexkntUb4UxdjgDcb_N4PtH93Q/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+288.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364812944329829714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWsg5w81jQH4z2usiZzqeytnIhDTQo8ptWyngBqL9ayFMONWfYT6IqAdvMw1kF7kmj5VTVkYb43fa-UDE6NqQNesC-kb7bDqn4BNmVD1c9CFqQx1i6IUexkntUb4UxdjgDcb_N4PtH93Q/s200/June+-+July+2009+288.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364813686913878514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCnIoO6sIgw38_LEXZzM9r67yfUDiEKaWBUWKiUFnHgr8eGgzuXQOa4594tQwdt_9oGAdYCXuyh1VRLvOubPR-mhwszevfceJ2hMrDi3BPDKDrRvEMkmQL4TowEydy5qtgj9q4c2OrXg/s200/June+-+July+2009+314.jpg" border="0" /> Right at this very moment we are having a family Wii night. We got some new games and its hillarious watching everybody try to work the controllers to play. Everything Samantha does looks like she is swinging a baseball bat!! Jay and Ash are playing this cycling game and they look like their dancing! LOVE IT!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ROQcDqp9KzbpxVcnxjvH1mrOB87nlcsUYz1rXEBvh6ZMJvHjA3XQyEq8wzuZZNOFqOcPPyMiHzUVhFHkJZqgBtkXc8prbtK_EoX2hm4kEsXVtURMM1O4rmMe4Bm6EknvEhPHZDfCnLE/s1600-h/June+-+July+2009+375.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364820331270553778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ROQcDqp9KzbpxVcnxjvH1mrOB87nlcsUYz1rXEBvh6ZMJvHjA3XQyEq8wzuZZNOFqOcPPyMiHzUVhFHkJZqgBtkXc8prbtK_EoX2hm4kEsXVtURMM1O4rmMe4Bm6EknvEhPHZDfCnLE/s200/June+-+July+2009+375.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPGRUtLv1G29GtSH8JjHqP3YvQKdJLedUOHzGS-mvsZOOOJEYDdqVwJlBTF1ob6WWbP08mLoXZmm3aiEETDLgyF0G01BOzPOHYuR_mOgw6_XaugR6mHSinKferhgKFOT99JvO7JzfYH4/s1600-h/Jan+-+Mar+2009+113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364821277875823938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLPGRUtLv1G29GtSH8JjHqP3YvQKdJLedUOHzGS-mvsZOOOJEYDdqVwJlBTF1ob6WWbP08mLoXZmm3aiEETDLgyF0G01BOzPOHYuR_mOgw6_XaugR6mHSinKferhgKFOT99JvO7JzfYH4/s200/Jan+-+Mar+2009+113.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9GKzMC8vz93sFvjOYKR76pM5JfTnY3fZwPtzPxqw8q87mmGyaK58wzb_IeqEf5hwCsd0XnVuPN41yOmv8WNuZ7YH82U54Rr3fyEv8-f_frw_eeN68frtxvRaLgN0SAZHC0iNNMa_9Y0/s1600-h/May+2009+168.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364823552207404930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9GKzMC8vz93sFvjOYKR76pM5JfTnY3fZwPtzPxqw8q87mmGyaK58wzb_IeqEf5hwCsd0XnVuPN41yOmv8WNuZ7YH82U54Rr3fyEv8-f_frw_eeN68frtxvRaLgN0SAZHC0iNNMa_9Y0/s200/May+2009+168.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9GKzMC8vz93sFvjOYKR76pM5JfTnY3fZwPtzPxqw8q87mmGyaK58wzb_IeqEf5hwCsd0XnVuPN41yOmv8WNuZ7YH82U54Rr3fyEv8-f_frw_eeN68frtxvRaLgN0SAZHC0iNNMa_9Y0/s1600-h/May+2009+168.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The kids start school in a week. Bitter sweet! It will be nice to have a few hours of quiet in the middle of the day, but they are a lot of fun to have around. Especially when they aren't grounded. But they are ready too. You know the I AM BORED thing gets pretty old after a while. Sammy will be in 6th grade. I can't believe I have a 6th grader. She had a camp 3 weeks ago at the middle school and she had boys asking her to go out. She said no, but I want to cover my ears every time I hear these stories. And its only the beginning. I don't know if I will survive the next 14 years with these girls.</div><br /><div>Just a side note: I am pretty sure Landon thinks the phrases, I HATE YOU and YOU ARE A MEANY are sweet endearments. What are parents teaching their children these days? Oh wait that would be me! Shoot I forgot one he just reminded me of, YOU ARE A BIG STUPID. I am feelin the love! </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-47719592331975186542009-02-20T15:46:00.005-05:002009-02-20T16:30:06.137-05:00OH MY GOSH!!Okay, can I tell you guys that I totally forgot I had a blog. It must be the fog that rolls in around age 30. I think its gotten to thick in my brain and nothing functions properly any more! Maybe there is some way to install a fan in there when it gets too thick! ( just a thought) I was looking on Facebook a little while ago and looked at my page and thought, Oh Crap, I totally forgot about our blog. Man, it cannot get much worse than this and if it can I am in big trouble. I only hope that my husband can put up with me for a while longer! HE HE!! It won't be long before I am drooling and need a diaper again. We better start buying now!<br />Okay, on to family. I have to take a moment and brag on Samantha, our 10 year old, whoops, I mean almost 11 year old. (DUH, MOM! and just imagine with me for a second the famous roll of the eyes! Oh, yes I think you see it, yeah right there. Yep she did it. Or maybe you imagined yourself doing it. Well, whatever,Yes, 10 and she has already mastered it!) Seriously, (just for a second though) I met with her 5th grade teacher last week and she has recommended that Samantha be tested for the honors classes for English/writing and math. This is a big deal first of all because Samantha is an overachiever and because she has wanted this since 3rd grade. So, yeah, I am so happy for her and yes, very, very proud. Ashley and Hannah's teacher both love them so I just sign papers and socialize for the alloted 20 minutes we have. It's my adult time if you can imagine how absurdly pathetic that is! What a proud mama I was that day! I know, I know, sometimes I am proud other than that day!<br />WARNING! WARNING! Landon, my little man, has become a monster! If some one sees my son please tell him that his mother wants him back home immediately. The little bugger that he sent in his place it going to cause me to twichand mummble on a continual basis. It feels like it happened overnight. Oh, of course he still loves a good cuddle and kiss, but he is so sassy and loud I don't know what to do. I took them to the kids club at the gym the other day. Opened the door and let them in to go play and I'm just talking to one of the teachers and he runs up to the door and screams, "Hey mommeay, (come on just imagine a two year old for a moment) GET OUTTA HEEYA! WHITE NOW! The little girl looked at me and said," what did he say?" I think he just told me to get out of here. I was a little offended. She said, "I can safely say that I have never heard a child come in here and ever tell their mom or dad to leave them." That is all that needed to be said.<br />He copies Josh and every ugly word that comes out of his mouth. Like the other day when the boys were out in the backyard yelling at the 4th and 5th grade boys that play next door, "Hey, you guys are losers, oh yeah, well you are a loser. Then Landons' immediate response is, "Hey, you losa!" And then he just beams at Josh like, what a cool big brother I have! Of course they were both sent to their rooms, you know right after Jay and I picked ourselves up off the floor and stopped laughing! Maybe I shouldn't admit that, but oh well this is what I have been reduced to. I have to find laughter in the little things. And yes there are alot of little things with our bunch. The funniest thing with Lan is that not only does he sound angry, but his looks could kill a man on the spot. I think his favorite phrases of late are "get way from me, humph!", "don't tuch me!", "you weeyed (wierd)" and oh yes my favorite of all time "I hate you mommy!". But see when he wants to be sweet he says "I lu you mommy" and then he hugs the life right out of me. Yeah, you just melt don't cha!<br />I have to say that the Goober who said that boys are easier than girls must have had girls and been deaf and blind. Boys are crazy and loud and like to hit and kick and move and yell and jump and climb. Must..... STOP.... NOW... And they love dirt and bugs! I have a huge supply if anyone is interested. They love to pick bugs up and show them to me. You know that thrill of the hunt and proud protector of the house thing. It starts at such a young age. What a proud day this is for me! Oh, I love my life!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-71940472382355317072009-02-02T10:41:00.002-05:002009-02-02T11:11:33.966-05:00I Hate MathLet me say it again. I HATE MATH! My brain feels like its going to explode. Too much information in a very short amount of time. I don't have much memory left after having 5 kids anyway. I may not be able to remember my name when this semester is over. Just babble!<br />On to another wonderful topic: CHILDREN THROWING UP!<br />Yes, I know a bit disgusting, but this is my life, what can I say! Last night Josh is fussing about his belly hurting. So the mom in me says, okay he's got gas! Well, next thing I know Landon is running in the kitchen to drag Jay and I to the basement stairs. It looked like Josh ran to the top of the stairs turned around and just exploded. If you know me, I can clean up poop all day long and it doesn't bother me, but throw up. Lets just say I would rather pull my nose hairs out one by one than have to clean it! It was everywhere, the wall, every single stair (on the new carpet!) and of course Josh is clean as a whistle. I will never understand why kids don't run to the bathroom or sink when they feel like they are going to throw up. They just freeze and cover themselves and anything in its path. BLAH!! Then he just wants to get up and run around like nothing happened. Not 10 minutes later he filled a huge bowl and luckily he didn't miss. We high fivied for that. Yes, he looked at me like I was a little weird. Then the fever started and that put him down for the count. He was ready for bed and I was ready to sanitize and take a shower. <br />Hopefully, that will be the last of throwing up for a while. A stomach virus can bring me to tears very quickly so I am just hoping and praying that it was only Josh. <br />On the Marriage Front: We celebrated our 11th Anniversary on Saturday!! So Jay and I get to have a date night this weekend!!! We are spreading all of the kids out and they are spending the night with both of our parents. Thank you guys!! We usually go to dinner, maybe a movie, if there are any good ones out. But our favorite part of all is waking up to a quiet house and going to breakfast where some one actually serves us! Oh, its the little things in life that keep me going! I love breakfast and getting to talk to my husband without hearing, "Get me orange juice, Hey, I don't have a spoon, she's touching me, he just spit cereal at me". I CAN'T WAIT!!:)Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-37556335342434062022009-01-22T11:05:00.002-05:002009-01-22T11:40:45.884-05:00Back Into the Swing of ThingsWinter break is over and we are all attempting to get back into our routine again. I started classes again last week and I can already tell this is not going to be an easy semester. Its a good thing I can take my time. Lots of homework, too much homework! But my professor rocks, so that makes it a little easier.<br />Its been freezing here, well, by Southern standards!! So that leaves the kids inside a bit more and they are like caged animals. The boys are going to hurt each other seriously before winter is over. I guess its a good thing I am going to be a nurse because I have a feeling we will be vitsiting the hospital with these two often! They are outdoor boys. So it is really cold if they won't even go out! The girls are busy, busy. Soccer starts soon, YEAH!! My home away from home during the season! Next year we will have 4 of them in it and I might as well buy a motor home and just sleep in the parking lot. I am looking into junior volleyball leagues for Samantha. I think she would really like it. No luck so far. <br />Jay is going to be making a trip to Ohio this weekend to visit some friends. Its just a big guy time so I know he is going to have a good time! When Daddy goes out of town we have family sleep overs in our room. We all just get cozy where ever we can fit! Josh takes up the role of man of the house. He gets to sleep in Daddy's spot on the bed and makes sure all of the girls know that. <br />I have to take a moment and just describe Josh to everyone. He is the most anal child I have ever met in my entire life. Its almost like his is a 50 year old man having to live in a 4yr olds body. Every night before bed he has to have his clothes laid out on his bed so that he can get dressed before he leaves his room in the morning. Then he comes into our room to let us know that he is ready and needs us to go make him a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice NOW! And when his servants don't move immediately he continues to let us know that he took a nap all night and needs his food. So here we are at 7 AM and my 4 year old with no where to go is dressed and ready for the day with his breakfast tucked safely in his belly. Around 9am he lets me know that he needs 2 waffles now and some more orange juice. I SAID NOW! Did I mention I don't get paid enough for this! Then as if he didn't just eat AGAIN he asks when it's time for lunch because his belly is hugry. And he can't believe he has to wait for 2 hours to eat again. OH THE AGONY! So we get to lunch time, but not before I am reminded a million times that we eat lunch at 11:30. He likes to clean himself after lunch then which involves a lot of water. If any of said water happens to accidently land on him he immediately must remove all of his clothes as if he has been touched by the plague. They just won't do anymore. That done we watch a little<br />Tom and Jerry. This is something I am reminded of often too as we eat lunch. Then its time for his nap. But he doesn't like to do things the easy way. Oh no, he wouldn't dream of it! He must make sure that all of his airplanes are set in a straight line on his dresser and then pick the prize of the day to join him while he naps. His books have to be stacked in the far left corner of the dresser from which he also chooses one to nap with him. His hat must be placed on the left corner of his bed or nothing is right! For an hour he talks and sings and jumps around and kicks the walls and just basically doesn't take a nap. I am so tired!! I think I need a nap!<br />Okay, I am only going to go this far. But truly this is him every single day to a T. Nothing changes because he can't have that being that he is a 50 year old man set in his ways. Some one told me once after watching him for an evening at our house that they think he will turn out to be a successful CFO of a huge company some day. If he lives long enough to get to that we will see. No one tells you before you become a parent of all the different things you will encounter with having many children. They are the most difficult puzzle I have ever tried to piece together. Oh yes, I love them dearly. But who is going to take me to the mental hospital when we are done here. I don't think I will have an ounce of sanity left. <br />Okay, I am getting off of my soap box. This was a lot more than I planned to write. But what can I say I live with a constant stream of muses!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-42343135840411242702009-01-04T12:50:00.002-05:002009-01-04T13:07:37.041-05:00Catching Up<embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Flindsaypowell7%2Falbumid%2F5287485507237029681%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DVyK8YqjRg1g"></embed><br /><br />Okay, so its been a while! Hillary has sufficiently gotten onto me about my blogging priorities! November and December were crazy. I had finals, then Thanksgiving, more testing and then Christmas and New year! I passed my class with an A. I am actually a good student! Who would have thought.<br />Hillary and Rich were here with their kids for a week and it was a lot of fun! Ten kids just between the two of us. Things were a little loud at times, but I guess you get used to that. We took lots of pictures and laughed a lot too. Hopefully they made it home in one piece!<br />Christmas was great. Our kids got just about everything they wanted and then some. The girls all got Nintendo DS's. We don't hear much from them anymore. The house has become eerily quiet! And of course the boys got their share of cars and airplane stuff. <br />New Year's Eve was spent at my mom's house. We ate, played some dominos, ate some more. Then when the time came we broke out the fireworks and sparkling white grape juice and yelled "Happy New Year"! Then we got to go home and go to bed!!!!! Okay so the going to bed was my favorite part. <br />School starts tomorrow for the kids and I guess its back to real life. I start school again on the 12th and hope that it doesn't get too difficult. Then maybe I can become a regular blogger!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-76758375692992460532008-10-30T09:07:00.005-04:002009-01-04T14:14:15.611-05:00TAGGED IN 4'S<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIj-ZI3aZql9Bg17Igu6I5fDPPBFeEmKaht6TMGlAMpj-IKgJDW_bABXwRLgQvcYzaXWJzpljjUadm6dTB5Rm6L60loMCAFnH9x_5OvkdoiZEnVWHOzsJp4qinb4r9Tl-RJbecvSYVnc/s1600-h/Feb+-+April+2007+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287518596609377490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIj-ZI3aZql9Bg17Igu6I5fDPPBFeEmKaht6TMGlAMpj-IKgJDW_bABXwRLgQvcYzaXWJzpljjUadm6dTB5Rm6L60loMCAFnH9x_5OvkdoiZEnVWHOzsJp4qinb4r9Tl-RJbecvSYVnc/s320/Feb+-+April+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ro_ww2Ucqc/SQm3V4_UFiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CPI2X1oC3hA/s1600-h/Feb+-+April+2007+042.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Alright, I've been tagged! You have to go and find the 4th picture in your 4th folder and write a brief description of the picture! So I am going to tag Hillary and Carrie. Have Fun!!</div><br /><br /><p>Here's Daddy with Lan. I have no idea how old Lan was, but aren't they so cute!</p></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-26472546031236630612008-10-28T19:31:00.004-04:002009-01-04T14:18:23.912-05:00My little tank<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyRlJH7X9us6Sa1tzlp982GdfAYPaGL6JNYJnDuILGkSafJ4vtrA4eKR_aihNPGVtYBmKHHRT6HkWB69afN_rLc9t8AgBazKAbiWJAayq1bh7UTM-9n9fGwbMg_EArQb-ZRuLqGsUgTs/s1600-h/July+to+Oct+2008+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287520032232333714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyRlJH7X9us6Sa1tzlp982GdfAYPaGL6JNYJnDuILGkSafJ4vtrA4eKR_aihNPGVtYBmKHHRT6HkWB69afN_rLc9t8AgBazKAbiWJAayq1bh7UTM-9n9fGwbMg_EArQb-ZRuLqGsUgTs/s320/July+to+Oct+2008+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ro_ww2Ucqc/SQex5e9vNoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yiOGJVB-E00/s1600-h/July+to+Oct+2008+070.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Okay, I know boys are rough and tumble, but I don't know how mine are going to survive until their 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthdays. In the past month both Josh and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lan</span> have had black eyes busted chins, big lumps on their heads and bruised cheeks.<br /><br />At one point about 2 weeks ago Landon actually had 2 black eyes and this huge bruise across one of his cheeks. I felt bad taking him any where because I didn't want any one to think I beat my poor children. If this is any indication of what lies ahead its a good thing I am going to be a nurse! Maybe with my paychecks I can purchase a hospital room with the boys names on it!!</div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-20257492906883529492008-10-03T14:09:00.000-04:002008-10-03T14:10:01.584-04:00Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-70632094317507530832008-10-03T11:11:00.005-04:002008-10-03T14:09:24.884-04:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Lucky 7</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Okay, so Hillary tagged me. I had to email and ask her what the heck that was. Remember, I am a little slow! She said she wants to know what my strengths and weaknesses are. This outta be great</span><span style="font-family:courier new;">!</span></span><strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">7 things I can do:</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">1. I can smell my kids poopy diapers a mile away in a group of kids. (YUCK!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">2. I can bake!! I LOVE FOOD!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">3. I can sing all Hannah Montana's songs. ( Thank you Sam and Ash)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">4. I can laugh at myself. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">5. I can spend money faster than my poor husband makes it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">6. I can run and lift weights.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">7. I can talk a whole lot! (It is a condition called not enough adult interaction!)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>7 Things I can't do:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">1. I can't fit into those darn low rise jeans like I used to. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">2. I can't remember anything! That is another condition called having children makes your brain disappear! If you find mine could you send it back!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">3. I can't shave my legs without nicking my knees. EVER!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">4. I can't multitask to save my life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">5. I can't wait to finish school.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">6. I can't keep my house clean.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">7. I can't keep food off of my kitchen floor. GROSS, I just stepped on a mashed banana.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>7 Things that attracted me to Jay:</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">1. He cracks me up!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">2. He is very confident.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">3. He works hard at everything. I must say it is hard to put up with me for 13 years. He deserves a medal or something.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">4. He is so handsome!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">5. He is extremely loyal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">6. He is a good back scratcher!! Hillary, you understand that one!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">7. He has always made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">7 Things that I say most often:</span><br /></strong>1. Whatever!<br />2. No!<br />3. No way!<br />4. What happened?<br />5. What is the matter now?<br />6. Everyone else does not have a cell phone Samantha!<br />7. Is it bed time yet? I'm tired.<br /><br /><strong>7 Celebrity Admiration's:</strong><br />1. Paula Dean. I only have one and this is it. I have to respect a woman who is not ashamed to put butter in everything she cooks. YUMMY!<br /><br /><strong>7 Favorite foods:</strong><br />1. Hibachi chicken, steak and shrimp.<br />2. Mint chocolate chip ice cream.<br />3. PF Chang's Mongolian Beef.<br />4. My husbands nachos.<br />5. Fruit!<br />6. Mr. Pibb.<br />7. Cheesecake<br />I could go on forever!<br /><br /><strong>7 People to tag:<br /></strong>1. Amber<br />I don't know anyone else that hasn't been tagged! Maybe I shouldn't admit that!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-13020069662482009902008-10-01T17:06:00.003-04:002008-10-01T17:22:27.958-04:00October 1, 2008I can't believe it's already October. When the kids start school it feels like life moves to fast forward. It is cooling down here, YEAH! No real big news, just school, homework, lots of laundry and noise!! <br /><br />You know, nobody ever tells you that when your children start school that you, the parent, will be entering school again for another 12 years. Then multiply that by 5. Oh, my head hurts! Samantha brings stuff home that I remember doing in middle school. And I have a hard time helping her. By the time these guys hit high school I will certainly be no help other than, "um, I don't know!"<br /><br />Hannah is going to be going to a new Kindergarten class on Monday. They had too many children and not enough teachers, so they added another classroom and she volunteered to change classes. Her teacher is Ms. Dunham. She was Ashley's 3rd grade teacher. I can't say enough wonderful things about her. So I know Hannah is going to love her too.<br /><br />School for me is going well. I am doing better than I did the first and second time around when I was younger. It's pretty cool to be able to take classes on line. I was really intimidated at first, but now that I've got the hang of it, its all about time management. Another thing I am having to learn to do! But you're never to old to change bad habits.<br /><br />Okay, I will update soon!!Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3740822504899140143.post-34063666711264755202008-09-24T08:44:00.010-04:002008-09-27T15:17:40.108-04:00Wednesday September 24, 2008<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ro_ww2Ucqc/SNpGXq5A5tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SP-d-R5J6-c/s1600-h/Aug+2008+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249585688118093522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ro_ww2Ucqc/SNpGXq5A5tI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SP-d-R5J6-c/s200/Aug+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ro_ww2Ucqc/SNpEwRlYZxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IgqRvGc3yhk/s1600-h/Aug+2008+009.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hey everyone! So this is my first attempt at blogging. After seeing Hillary's I thought this would be a great way for everyone to keep in touch with the family. We are busy, busy right now. The weeks seem to just fly by! </span><br /><br />The girls are in school and are really enjoying it. They are all playing soccer as well. Sammy has started chorus and is also helping with the schools morning broadcast. She loves it!! Things haven't gone exactly as planned, but I get a big laugh out of her stories. Hopefully, we can help her learn to laugh at herself!! Josh just started soccer last weekend and Jay is beaming with pride. He really seems to be a natural! And he loves being on the field with his daddy. Lan, well he is just growing into a big, silly boy who loves anything Josh loves. He is like Josh's shadow. Anything he says and does Lan is right behind him. It is just hillarious! He says things just because Josh says them and they come out in his own little way. We all get a big laugh!<br /><br />Jay is working at home 1 day a week now. So we all miss him like crazy! The kids just think it is rediculous that their dad should be expected to work in the office 4 to 5 days a week. We have all been spoiled rotten for the past 2 years.<br /><br />I started school in August and so far so good. I'm taking my class online. Hopefully by the time both of the boys start school I can start in the nursing program.<br /><br />Well, I just wanted to catch everybody up on what has been going on.</div></div>Lindsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09340177274593582589noreply@blogger.com3