tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22714422351988711552012-02-01T10:36:50.211-06:00that the Lord has made.annieologynoreply@blogger.comBlogger3691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-33415232868444469802009-02-27T14:51:00.002-06:002009-02-27T14:53:58.014-06:00

I will stop posting on "This is the day" shortly. If you want to follow me over to http://anniology.com, please hit the big orange button and add me to your Google Reader. Or just add http://annieology.com to your following page.Thanks

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-41258667717585309972009-02-26T16:00:00.000-06:002009-02-26T16:00:00.908-06:00

Not here, here. Get your cat to watch the babies while you do.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-69561131630811225672009-02-25T23:49:00.003-06:002009-02-25T23:57:37.573-06:00

I said I wouldn't be posting here anymore. I just can't help it. I am 17 hits away from a huge number, and as we all know. My name is Annie and I'm a hit ho. So, when 17 more people show up here, I'll leave you all alone.Also, if you do go here we are having some, to be expected, technical difficulties. If you have problems commenting, please email me or leave a comment here. I am also a

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-80070276754930973392009-02-25T13:31:00.002-06:002009-02-25T13:35:38.489-06:00

Since I'm moving, I'm not going to be writing over here anymore. You can start following me at the new site The way to do this is to go to your blogger home page and there are several buttons at the bottom of the page, Add, Manage, What is following, and the read in google reader. If you hit Add and type in http://annieology.com it will automatically update your reader with new posts. Content

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-2264948769076594572009-02-25T07:56:00.002-06:002009-02-25T08:07:12.533-06:00

My blog is going places. We're moving on up. It won't be too scary for you I promise. You'll still feel at home. Feel free to invite your friends over for the fun, it'll be easy with the sociable buttons at the new place. The moving company is working on getting some new features, but for now, it'll feel just like home. Come on over and check it out.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-67178257344243480572009-02-24T20:14:00.001-06:002009-02-24T20:16:28.063-06:00

I wrote this awhile ago on my adoption site, which is no longer active, but I love this story....Our pediatrician is an American by choice. Austrian by birth. His bedside manner as well as his english have a lot to be desired, but I can call, get in, see him, get a prescription filled and be home in under an hour. This with three kids under five, I'll deal with the heavy accent and the gruffness,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-84550922550536333852009-02-24T15:40:00.001-06:002009-02-24T18:00:40.826-06:00

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-52026193977693370102009-02-24T07:58:00.002-06:002009-02-24T08:35:28.586-06:00

I know, what could be more important than blogging 12 times a day? Well, I have to go out there and do a lot of stupid things to tell you all about. For one...Also, an Awesomeness Conference doesn't just happen, these things have to be planned. Well, conference might be a bit of a stretch, there won't be any keynote speakers or seminars, or even webinars. There may be a tshirt though.As far as

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-84061143297138188792009-02-23T11:09:00.005-06:002009-02-23T18:07:30.890-06:00

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.I certainly did not bum a smoke from the ice cream man, then proceed to lock myself out of the house while I smoked it.During which time I did not threaten my three four year olds with loss of driving privileges in 12 years if they

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-3627558598328528872009-02-23T01:03:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.567-06:00

I looked myself up in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out Annie is urban slang. A Greek name: (meaning) gorgeous, kindhearted, rebellious, gentle towards others. An exclamation beauty and wonderA heat parasite;one who steals heat from men; can only be defeated by a spin move.Although I don't know what a heat parasite is...Also be warned that the Urban dictionary is not to be used as a reference

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-89881050634969562822009-02-22T18:57:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.568-06:00

I came across this today. Spread the word. They are needing parents for DIA immediately. Sounds like they have a baby in need of some parents.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-43402066086993781212009-02-22T09:24:00.006-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.568-06:00

I think the only movie I've seen this year is Mall Cop. It did not garner one nomination. How can that be? Bobby Canavale should get a nomination just for looking so Awesome. I've been smitten since he died on Third Watch, yes I cried, leave me alone.The idea of an Oscar Party though is appealing, not to watch the Oscar's though, just for another excuse to have people over and eat good food.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-91272937438578184872009-02-21T14:55:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.576-06:00

As I often do on a Saturday, while my men are constructing walls and such, I was reading up on "Important Facts" they print on the back of medication ads. This one happens to be for Viagra. The instructions state that you should..."Take Viagra about 1 hour before you want to have sex."Um, excuse me, I am pretending to be a guy. I've wanted to have sex constantly since I was 12. And prior to

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-54539574831131533042009-02-21T11:08:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.576-06:00

So, I was a little sleepy this morning. I say that like it's unique for me to be tired in the morning after staying up late the night before, like I always do. So the first statement, disregard it. Last night we stayed up way too late, partying like we were all four, loving on friends and eatingLots of bread, this is only the half of it....and steaks, (no picture, but meat is meat, unless it's

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-11042996685003741332009-02-20T15:00:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.577-06:00

So, I finally had three minutes to myself to enjoy the treat I bummed from the ice cream man. The kids were engrossed in some tv show, so I enacted "rest time" and threatened them with loss of driving privileges 12 years from now if they so much as stepped off the couch until said show was over. I gathered the necessary treat and not one, but two incendiary devices as we do live in the windy

annieologynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-21583940946863812192009-02-20T13:14:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.577-06:00

Oprah has apparently challenged the drones to do so. It sounds so grown up. But I guess list making is a pretty grown up thing to do. Even Big Boy isn't in the list making phase of life, that may have more to do with genetics however. Lists don't work for me. For one, I can never remember where I put the list. For two, I am a rule breaker. The "Shoplifting is a crime" signs only serve as a

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-88094061066478706322009-02-19T23:36:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.092-06:00

Flashback Friday - maybe I'm a bitch, but if I am she deserved it.This is the day...: ...maybe I'm a bitch

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-74943057921452865112009-02-19T20:44:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.578-06:00

The party tomorrow is to celebrate the birth/placement of my children. I hardly know any of your children, and from what I can see, there isn't much for me to celebrate. I'm sure you love them, but they don't do much for me. Therefore...your children will not be leaving our party with any loot. I did not spend hundreds of dollars on crap that you will curse about when you open the goodie bag,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-62521094949921869022009-02-19T15:51:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.558-06:00

You can get a whole lot of dirt for $23 - if you pick it up yourself. Of course, I don't want to. I am apparently the first person in this town of hundreds of thousands that has ever wanted dirt delivered. Three places didn't know how much it cost to have it delivered. Really, not one person has ever wanted you to bring the dirt to them? OK. One place didn't have the capability to bring it if

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-53180788722572914242009-02-18T19:03:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.558-06:00

I bummed a smoke from the ice cream man today. I know, all your dreams for me just came crashing down. I don't, as a rule, smoke. I have never gotten into the habit, thank you Jesus, but every once in awhile, there is nothing better. Although he sees me week after week, five or so kids screaming up and down the street, in various forms of undress, he was under the impression that I had it all

annieologynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-35853433437057429072009-02-18T15:34:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:10:43.381-06:00

Today I had the pleasure of doing business in one of your big orange stores. Several weeks ago, I had special ordered some frames for a couple of doors, because that's what the guy in the door department said I needed to do. They apparently came in last week, I say apparently because someone from the orange store has been stalker calling me for the better part of said week. Reminding me ever

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-91926892551159968742009-02-18T11:32:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.630-06:00

Just for one day,Be kind to one person.Do one thing for one person who can't.Give one dollar.Save one dollar.If everyone in America did this today.Tomorrow, there would be,300 million fond memories.300 million people helped.300 million dollars given.300 million dollars saved.If every person in America did this every day this year,in a year there would be over1 trillion fond memories.1 trillion

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-48574346989123644622009-02-18T08:46:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.093-06:00

We are having the big soiree tomorrow night for the fours. Shanda called to get the final cake orders which are...Princess's cake will be a puppy with dark fluffy curly hair.Boog is having a Diego cake with Spider Man and fire.Felpsy is having a light saber, Darth Vader's.The dirt situation has not been resolved yet, but I don't foresee it being a huge one. I need to get a princess mirror today,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-49961470826202782552009-02-17T23:13:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.093-06:00

Dear Mrs. F. and Mrs. B.I got your letter concerning the need for the children to bring in family pictures. I did not see which media you were accepting. Would you like picture mail, email, I can text them to you or just bring in a thumb drive. Please get back to me at your earliest convenience.Sincerely,AnnieDear Mrs. A.We need actual pictures. You know, on paper. Printed out.Sincerely Mrs.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-1580381496037001862009-02-17T16:19:00.006-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.633-06:00

First, I can triple my income in six months. Yesterday, I made $0 - I would like for them to do the math on me making $1 - that's like way more than triple.Second, I can lose 30 pounds this weekend. Yes, if I lop off a body part, maybe two. I haven't found one I'm willing to part with yet though. I'll have to get back to you on that one.Third, when I'm 40 I can be just like Jennifer Aniston.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-9526675939414458562009-02-17T12:21:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.559-06:00

A divine one. The workhorse of our home is ill. It's alive, but barely kicking. Our washing machine is making a noise, which is other worldly. It will need to be exorcised, or replaced. It's given us so many loads of fresh clean laundry. It has been with us through good times and better times. It has seen kids come and go, and yet it fought on day after day. OK, I'm over it. Now I have to

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-13392792316220726312009-02-17T08:04:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.559-06:00

I found this out when I started going to my new dentist six months ago. He said the reason my molars kept imploding was that they were being crunched for hours on end every night. I'd been seeing my previous dentist for years, and when I say seeing, I mean buying her a new boat with all the repairs that were needed on my molars. Of course I could have just been given a bite guard, but nooooo.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-61914618740343128092009-02-17T01:50:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.634-06:00

Or maybe just the big top. I was featured here. Yes, my riveting story regarding the Tilt a Whirl was featured on Carny Town. Feel free to say you knew me when......

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-26955836635468252822009-02-16T19:35:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.560-06:00

I'm not a fan of Brangelina. There, it's out there. Feel free to stop following. A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that she might be collecting children to fill a neediness hole she seems to have. You'd have thought I ripped up a picture of the Pope on SNL. (How's that for the oldest reference of the day?) "But they do so much good in the world, and give orphans a home."Yeah, well I'm sure

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-79381868861276507592009-02-16T16:02:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.636-06:00

Why is it that when there are two activities taking place in one room, that one segment of the room's population thinks that if they turn up the TV that the computer people will take the hint and put in earphones as opposed to turning up the computer volume? It never works, first the volume on the tv, then the computer, then people in the play room assume that since it's already so noisy that

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-91325694072033297232009-02-16T11:27:00.006-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.636-06:00

As you would suspect, my social calendar is quite full. It really is a wonder how I find time to blog and watch tv at all. I could seriously lose about 30 pounds if not for all the lunches I'm attending. Now, while I often get multiple invites a week, it is not terribly unusual for me to get a text asking to meet for coffee. This should be a clue to as to the closeness of our relationship, if

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-26029875112436399022009-02-15T20:15:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:06:28.637-06:00

It became apparent, shortly after waking this morning, that I was the next lucky victim of the crud that has been making the rounds. It being a golf morning for hubby, made me the responsible party, in charge of feeding the children. We made it through breakfast just fine, but it was time for the babysitter to take over so I could go die. While I had no desire to get out of bed most of the day,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-28375595954860518232009-02-15T00:25:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.560-06:00

As you might have heard, Boog is getting a big 'ol pile of dirt for his birthday party next weekend. Yes, I know dirt is everywhere. I need it put into a pile in my back yard, which would be fine, but our back yard is fortified to maximum security prison standards, for obvious reasons. Getting dirt in the back yard is going to require some skills. That, and I don't know where exactly to get

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-32948648671305013752009-02-14T18:37:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.561-06:00

Yes, I made the quilt in my header, thanks for asking. It's my favorite thing. When we packed for a hurricane evacuation, that was the first thing in the box. It insulates to 30 below. It is on my bed year round. I live in Texas, that's love. I took a quilting class after moving here, thought I'd be crafty. That quilt isn't finished yet, I started it about seven years ago. I think I still

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-37443878121903848102009-02-14T14:53:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:08:45.561-06:00

In the last 20 years I've gotten exactly two phone calls. I have seen only one of you, somewhere other than bumping into you at Wal-mart. I am only FB friends with three of you, and yet you want me to do what?Take two who are four, a five year old with SERIOUS anxiety and behavior issues, a ten year old, and a teenager on no less than three plane rides, during prime thunderstorm season in the

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-68519224957139015822009-02-13T22:09:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.884-06:00

Not only is the Tilt-a-Whirl my favorite carnival ride, it's the only one I bother with any more. I love it so much that my husband makes it a point to take me on every one we see. But we hardly see them anymore. I guess it fits into my busy schedule. I find it hard to stop. Hard to relax. Hard to quit doing things for an extended period of time. The Tilt-a-Whirl fits right into the fun

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-71264793630704694342009-02-13T12:37:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.884-06:00

Valentine's Day has never really gotten me all that excited. Even less so now that we have to involve the kids. I know my opinion in this differs from others, but it's time to decide. Is it for the kids or for lovers? I cannot get my mind wrapped around it being for both of them.There are those who would argue that by involving the kids in Valentine's Day, it will raise their expectations and

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-39518691041943075832009-02-13T04:53:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.885-06:00

Yesterday I had planned on getting all sorts of stuff done. God laughs at my plans. They were very all important. As you all know, I don't get out much. Just spend all my time formulating plans for world peace or what not. Of course I could have been doing housework, or errands or other home making duties. I was blogging, and on FB again, and emailing, and chatting. During this time I got

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-85149996146864916882009-02-12T20:52:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.885-06:00

This is where the birds come to hang out during the winter. This picture was taken after about that many had taken off. But there are blocks and blocks of birds shoulder (do birds have shoulders? Something for the homeschoolers I guess.) to shoulder. Sorry for the quality, but it's a phone.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-66489169248803110372009-02-12T13:05:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.886-06:00

Take a Free IQ Test.Clearly, I have no time for this. I'm super internet smart. Which is clearly how I got the 150 to appear on that button. Anyway, if you can't find me, I'll be in the barn, experimenting. Saving the world, what ever it is that evil genius' with no social life do. Notes to self...Get lab coat and beakersScarify hairGrow something that looks scary but has the ability to save

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-7952598881732062562009-02-12T10:12:00.005-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.886-06:00

My husband plays the guitar and sings, everyday. It's quite a comforting sound around the house. This morning the littles were having a sing along, of 80s classics. Makes a Mommy proud.I've been trying to train them up right, and have been having them drink more water. Of course we get all of the histrionics about not liking it, and "I already drank mine" and "oops I spilled it". Anyway,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-47158460884516127542009-02-11T21:32:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.887-06:00

This Thankful Thursday is all about love. Join us by clicking the picture and telling us what you are thankful for.I am thankful that I have more love than I deserve.I am thankful for my husband who not only loves me, but adores me.I am thankful for all of my babies, all of whom I love.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-75644752545695341472009-02-11T19:36:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.887-06:00

and this friend, well she's a foster parent. And she's had, let's say, three kids for a really long time. And today they had a 4 HOUR visit. And this friend realized that the mama had never had all 8 kids with her for more than two hours at one time. So, this friend was in the middle of a quiet dinner with the rest of her family when the mama called her to ask if they were on their way. They

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-20869733440120103352009-02-11T17:11:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.888-06:00

They are at a visit, it was supposed to be Thursday, which isn't today. Seems they forgot the caseworker had court tomorrow on another matter. Your tax dollars at work my friend, so "PLEASE ANNIE WE KNOW YOU HAVE NOTHING TO DO, PLEASE REARRANGE YOUR SCHEDULE". Ok, there was no whining which was implied by the all caps, but geesh, get your schedules on a PDA or something.So, what have I done

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-82186700909763866942009-02-11T10:40:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.889-06:00

I was listening to the Doomsday Radio Network on the way to/from school this morning. Apparently the sky is falling and there is a palpable fear permeating this nation. The government is going to let us die of old age and it's going to cost thrice as much to buy bread next year. I thought you should know.I also thought you should know that Big Boy passed all his Driver's Ed stuff, so watch out

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-72268164561044390082009-02-11T01:35:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.890-06:00

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-16384288441552868382009-02-10T12:38:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.891-06:00

Yesterday, I got the decking done for my new counters. "We'll be there before 9:00," they promised. At 9:40 they called to say they'd be there a little before noon. At 12:57 I called to ask where they were. "They'll be there by 1:00" "Really? There going to be here sometime in the next THREE minutes?" (I really did say that)"Well, let me call and see."Which she did, they were out on the island

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-87655786146443515022009-02-10T00:15:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.891-06:00

The other night my husband and I were trying to come up with a name that is easy to remember and yet does not already have a dot com attached to it. We want to be the next Amazon. You know, a completely new definition of a word by early next century. Amazon is a great example, in 1975 if you said you went to Amazon it would have required the word "the" before it and it would have meant

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-46422332347895879772009-02-09T16:28:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.094-06:00

Last night I put the boys to bed, they were giggling like crazy. Princess was still brushing her teeth and I was on my bed, checking important matters via my phone. When she had finished she came over to avoid her own bedtime fate inquire as to my well being. We chatted awhile and when the shrieking from down the hall got to be too much, I told her I was going to have to go deal with her

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-61963480725236886292009-02-09T13:29:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.892-06:00

I don't get out much. It takes little to entertain me. Yesterday, I was quite amused by the Sunday inserts. At times I can also be amused by the wedding announcements. Like I said, I don't get out much.I don't get the scruffy looking guy, standing in the back of a Jeep. He has perfect hair, and is wearing no less than four shirts of varying length, and by the crispness of said shirts I can

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-84972429752191938342009-02-08T14:39:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.893-06:00

I am decidedly unromantic. Sorry. I know my girl card is now under review, but remember I always have a perfect pedicure, and were wind not a factor here in the windy city by the sea, I'd always wear a skirt, so cut me some slack. God in His infinite wisdom, paired me with one who wants to be romantic. I, unfortunately, cannot not roll my eyes. I doubt that God is trying to send the message

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-76753645018077826172009-02-08T10:38:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.893-06:00

Several years ago, like almost three, back when I had three that were one. I took on the task of remodeling the kitchen. I made it 90% awesome. I did not give myself enough counter space. Which I was happy about at the time because the quote for the trendy cool counter tops was OUTRAGEOUS. So, we put on the prefab laminate stuff from either the Blue or the Orange store. And I was, 90% happy.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-70382500113004755872009-02-08T08:19:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.894-06:00

Remember this is from the perspective of three who are four.Child A. "CAR"Children B and C. "CAR"A, "TRUCK"B and C, "TRUCK"A, "GUM"B and C, "GUM"A, "FARTY POO POO"B and C, "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"disclaimer, "Farty Poo Poo" may have actually been said by Mom, as she was tired of all the screaming and is an expert is redirection. Or maybe she thought it would be funny.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-80031452628571414612009-02-07T22:02:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.894-06:00

Yes, the contest is over. I will give you the play by play.Question #1 was answered incorrectly by all. I know you all thought you were so smart. The true answer is....All of my children came from either the stork or are the result of an alien abduction. Brandon was the closest as he guessed two of them are from space. Rachel gets a bonus for using the term "hostile womb".Question #2 Again

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-89873843135669280152009-02-07T08:48:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.895-06:00

As all my FB friends already know, I had to get up at 5:00 this morning. I'm tired. It has nothing to do with me not going to bed until 1:00 so leave me alone. So, I'm going to be lazy today and let you all write my post for the day. Now, I would not ask you to work for free, unless you came out of my body or are in some other way my legal ward. I'm giving away a goofiness.com boob shirt.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-63601157489357225272009-02-06T22:05:00.008-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.895-06:00

Grilling Goodness #17Wow...Fridays seem to roll around really fast these days....I've put on my thinking cap and come up with eight entertaining questions yet again!! Enjoy!!1. Have your children corrected you somehow this week?Why on earth would I allow that to happen? Correction is a one way street in this neighborhood.2. Are you waiting for a particular something to happen?No the calendar is

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-10856721087099654482009-02-06T14:21:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.896-06:00

...join the gym. I have all the resolve to exercise as I do to stop eating frosting out of the tub. I like to do both about once a month. Of course I'd have to work out every day to compensate for that one tub of frosting. But let's stop talking about it, I'm salivating. I've worked out about six times this year, or about once a week. Yea me, but had I joined the gym the only thing I would

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-32920833026578072232009-02-05T21:29:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.896-06:00

It might surprise you that we are kind of old school in some areas. Yes, when we had the home phone, we got the caller ID on the TV. It was awesome, except for that we never had the TV on, and we never received any personal calls at home. But when it was on, we were confident we could ignore it when it did ring. Technology rocks. But are you ready for this? We do not have an ice maker. We

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-33192702928004631232009-02-05T08:41:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.094-06:00

Our church is smack dab in the middle of a relationship series. We've been attending this church since 2002. Let me just say that those early relationship series' were just not as good as they have been lately. I guess our pastor has just gotten better over the years:) I'm sure it has nothing to do with the state our relationship was in 7 years ago. This past week was how parenting dilemmas

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-21119557553001246592009-02-04T20:37:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.898-06:00

Yea, I'm going to write a book, unfortunately by the time it comes out, there will be no one left who actually knows what a book is. I'm going to call it NUTS - a. 'cause I am, and b. everyone is so big on capitalized letters that make a word but mean something else. NUTS is going to be the New Unimproved Testament, the S will be there to throw everyone off. I always wanted to have a "

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-82833424620763178462009-02-04T11:53:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.898-06:00

Not for real, but I sometimes wish I could have a TV life. All my disagreements would be resolved with a hug and a kiss in thirty short minutes. Companies would pay $10,000,000 a second to advertise with me. I could be Sylar. He's so bad, and I think I may love him, even more so that I know he goes all geek in the future. I have a soft spot for the geeks. I hope my daughter marries a geek,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-18072444495288020612009-02-03T23:59:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:12:03.542-06:00

OK, so you haven't seen someone in like, 20 years. And by the way this doesn't apply to anyone in particular, I'm just wondering. Anyway, you haven't spoken to them in 20 years, and you aren't even sure that you spoke to them 20 years ago. You remember them, but you thought their name was Sally, it's not, but are we friends? I'm not sure. Do I really want to see your cousins wedding photos

annieologynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-53917069586055266432009-02-03T15:48:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:11:15.365-06:00

Yes, my baby Michael Phelps got pict'ed smoking weed. Let's all pretend we are shocked for a bit. A 20 something with tens of millions of dollars smoking a little weed. Now, I like him. And that says a lot, because he does have an underage DUI on the books.Is this going to get him dry docked? Will he be the golden boy in 2012? Does anyone care? It's swimming and the Olympics aren't for 3.5

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-16781658701418928452009-02-03T09:51:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.095-06:00

Really? I haven't done your laundry in years. But I left it in the washer last night.MMMM.And so it was wet this morning, and he got up late, and now all his clothes are wet because he has no buffer when it comes to clothes because he has to buy his own and he has better stuff to spend his money on. And he didn't ask. Yes, if he would have asked, I would have contemplated it. He's been in

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-653557910724799272009-02-02T16:14:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.901-06:00

We are currently in the middle of a repurposing project. Up until last week everyone had their own room, except me. I'm not bitter or anything...well maybe a little. I guess I could claim the laundry room, doubt anyone would put up much of a fight for it. Unless of course I repurposed it to not include the washer and dryer, but we'll save that for another day.The sad thing is that Felpsy does

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-28460229272622240472009-02-02T08:56:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.902-06:00

Yes, my kids express themselves verbally when frustrated. "Crap" and "frick and frack" are quite popular. Several days ago, a new one emerged. I'm guessing they got it from the one who lives in a pineapple under the sea, but the new phrase is "Tarter Sauce"As in, "TARTER SAUCE, my mp3 is broken."I immediately reinforced it by ROFL. Now, as you can probably guess, I have tendencies toward potty

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-49950690787488794412009-02-01T08:48:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.902-06:00

Since it is the first of the month, we'll use this time to post how I'm progressing with them all. 1. Have dining room and kitchen area company ready at all timesI cleaned the laundry room last week, that's been clean for a week, if you come over we can sit and chat in there.2. Exercise every day for not less than 10 minutes. (Going with what I can stick with)Doing so so, does walking around

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-45139617966930927132009-01-31T17:03:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.903-06:00

Hubby delayed disc golf today, and for all Saturday's in the future because we don't have enough laying around snuggling time in the mornings. He got up to get a Monster and his Ipod a little before 8 and before he got back Booger had taken his place. Yes we did sing a chorus of "Cecilia" to commemorate the occasion. Hubby scooched him over, and we were all out of bed at about 20 after, that's

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-28742812805283738912009-01-30T07:28:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.903-06:00

You know, more before 9 a.m. than most people do all day. That's today for me. Here's the play by play.12 midnight - realize that CPS is coming at 8:30 and not in an actual caseworker kind of way, in an annual inspector kind of way who doesn't get sidetracked by caseloads of 120 kids. This is the, pardon me while I wax stereotypical, stereotypical CPS worker lady who has come for the past

annieologynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-11816996752488550762009-01-28T22:04:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.903-06:00

So, my Facebook chat is popping, like...popcorn. My phone is Twittering away. I'm chatting, I'm texting. I'm checking blogger for updates on births and homestudies, and pregnancies, and cabin fever. I think my laptop is burning a hole through my skin. But I don't have a problem. I haven't spoken to my husband lately, I've sent him Flair, but haven't spoken to him. I don't have a problem. My

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-2887342595040072922009-01-28T15:36:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.904-06:00

I love the local news. It's my favorite guilty pleasure. It all started with the mayor of a nearby town and a dog napping story. Napping as in stealing, not a mid afternoon siesta. Every night we would tune in to find learn the latest in the saga of Puddles the dog who the mayor had renamed Panchito. The entire defense was originally based on "that's not Puddles, his name is Panchito." "Well

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-67902501598057288382009-01-26T10:00:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.904-06:00

But Most People Do NotThe following is from a tv show called State of Mind. The show was set in a counseling practice. This episode dealt with the child counselor who was seeing a ten year old boy recently adopted from Russia. His parents wanted to get him evaluated to see if he was "broken". They were thinking that it was not a good fit. The counselor at one point asked where this boy would fit.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-81069723200121657452009-01-25T21:39:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.095-06:00

While the rest of y'all play "Not Me Monday" I'm fessing up. I drug my little boys to school in their undies. With the twins' birthday last week, we had some issues of "life's not fair" with Felpsy. "Everybody else gets a birthday....wah wah wah" I am a tad more compassionate in person, but not much. "It's not your birthday, get over it."We don't have many rules around here, but the ones we

annieologynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-11741105514138455742009-01-25T12:36:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.905-06:00

So this morning I got sidetracked by a couple of things. Including cooking breakfast for the children, going to church, cooking for the children again, cleaning up after the children (who knew they were so much work?), supervising home repairs that my husband did, yadda yadda yadda. Actually it was a little more yadda before I cooked, but still.It's Sunday. It's afternoon and I have yet to look

annieologynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-52873499244798325872009-01-25T01:03:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.906-06:00

Today I cleaned. I did not interact with people. Just cleaned. It was not interesting, or humorous. The kids annoyed me, and they messed up the cleaning process with their curiosity and need for attention. Big Boy was gone doing service projects with the church, not probation so there is no interesting back story as to why my 15 year old is doing volunteer work.Radical, was quiet, thoughtful,

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-26186507558817607922009-01-23T13:00:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.906-06:00

My son just texted me. Now there are three options here...1. He's speaking txt and I don't know speak it fluently2. He's goofing with me, which is so inappropriate in this houseor.....3. He's being left behindHere's his txt and I quote (Oh put down the beverage this one got me) "I got A/B on a roll"I can barely type......

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-19325079515200844332009-01-23T11:27:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.907-06:00

OK if this were unusual it would be one thing. But this is the best of how I've been dressing lately. I cannot find two matching socks, ever. I usually buy black socks in bulk, but this pack had purple in it. And you know me, if it is purple it is mine. And let's not mention the hoodies, not the navy, or the black, or the grey, or the M&M World one, or the pink, or the purple, or the others.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-87594136345822751872009-01-22T17:22:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.907-06:00

Really, I don't. And I shouldn't have to. But it has come to my attention that some of you may need to revisit your company's training manual. If you have one, and you can read, it might be a good idea. Otherwise, turn on your voice translator here and listen up, I'm only going over this once.First, if you work the drive thru at a restaurant. Do not automatically assume that I would like all

annieologynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-3545666972423537562009-01-21T20:00:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.909-06:00

As you know, every year we have to get a psychological evaluation, just to make sure no one has "lost it". I don't get one. There seems to be a flaw in the system. Every year Felpsy scores off the charts intellectually. At the age of three he was able to correctly define "scholar". Socially and emotionally he was charts back to the day he came to live with us, making him 18 months behind

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-87936448556966793752009-01-20T23:56:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.909-06:00

I didn't get any. Nothing is different. Going to bed feels a lot like it did yesterday. Tomorrow is going to be the same. Truth be told if you are waiting on anybody to change your circumstances then Obama is going to disappoint you. Just as Dubya disappointed those who thought that he was going to bring change. Hubby Youtubed all of the Inauguration Addresses since Kennedy today. Guess

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-18037141789001236092009-01-20T15:54:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:12:55.096-06:00

The kids have requested, of all things, Lunchables. What does that say about me? Or my cooking? Oh my gosh, they'll probably want to eat it in front of the tv as their bday activity. We are an exciting bunch. I'm weighing the pros/cons of actually serving Lunchables for dinner on their bday. Can you imagine the counseling they will bill me for as teenagers? "All our horrible mother ever fed

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-51410818833000345182009-01-19T09:48:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.911-06:00

That's right, after weeks of anticipation, it's here. January 20, 2009. Booger's Durpay. We're very excited around here. Apparently there will be balloons and FIRE. I do believe that the little Princess will be joining him in the festivities. She had decided awhile back that she would not be sharing her Durpay with anyone, let alone a boy. Like I said, she's rethought the ramifications of

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-69772098961562635622009-01-18T20:13:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.911-06:00

From a new bloggy friend over at Herding Cats. She's made a list of 65 things she'd like to complete in 2009. (That's like five a month and some change, totally doable.) I'll embolden them when complete.1. Have dining room and kitchen area company ready at all times2. Exercise every day for not less than 10 minutes. (Going with what I can stick with)3. Drink more water than Coke4. Work budget

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-23494285951015545102009-01-17T22:35:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.912-06:00

Roran is a PACK RAT, she has inherited the hoarding gene that is passed through the generations of women in our family. We nearly needed an Oprah intervention to move her to college. Big Boy on the other hand, looks like he just relocated after a fire destroyed all of his worldly possessions. In his room he has a dresser, a bed, some shelves and a drumset. There are about three pair of jeans

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-81260188651381642962009-01-16T17:03:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.912-06:00

Oh, there are sooooo many things in my life that I desperately wanted, at the time that I wanted them. So, many things that thwarted those plans. So many times I yelled at God for not letting me have it my way. Had I gotten what I wanted in the second grade my name would now be M-I-crooked letter - crooked letter - E - crooked letter - crooked letter- H - I - hump back - hump back - Y.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-63712384176574867162009-01-16T00:08:00.001-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.913-06:00

This is one of the first posts I wrote on my adoption blog, which is no longer being updated regularly. I decided that adoption is not easily separated from my life. Hope you enjoy.If you were at work one day and official type people came in and spoke to your boss. It seems that someone had heard that your husband was a no good such and such who wasn't very nice to you. That someone had

annieologynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-16261850709867877302009-01-15T16:46:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.913-06:00

I hate winter, the short days get to me. I guess one solution would be sleeping more/being on computer less, but I'll opt for complaining. I'm frustrated with stupid people. I hate our orthodontist. We went to him originally on the recommendation of a friend. She worked there and got a commission for bringing us in. I'm fine with that. The thing is this guy feels the need to bring me in

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-76049593087730749302009-01-15T15:21:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.914-06:00

You're all curious now. You should be. It is HILARIOUS. If you are not me. If you happen to be me, it's horrifying. And yet, as a writer, I can appreciate the contribution it would make to society. Don't even try getting me to blog about it. There is no way this is going on my permanent record. I've already notified the bff's that this is a story they need to hear. One of them doesn't

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-46846300435122861882009-01-14T23:23:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.915-06:00

Get Felpsy lost that is. He is his own personal GPS. On the way to the psychiatrist, which happens to be near the psychiatric hospital Mr. Brandon's old house. Which coincidentally Mr. Brandon hasn't lived in in almost six months. Felpsy said "oh this is the way to Mr. Brandon's old house." Really? I guess I shouldn't be surprised. If someone stole me from my house six different times, I'd

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-21036120012586797642009-01-14T04:50:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.915-06:00

As all of you who have been here for longer than 2 weeks remember, we have a college student, who is well, unmotivated. Therefore, we are not bankrolling her education. We have gently reminded her for years what the parameters of the ma&pa education fund. Of course we're dumb, you don't need more than $1,000 to go to live on your own, and go to school. Anyway, this summer we told her she was

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-56062618178424639122009-01-13T15:32:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.916-06:00

I know houses are built like everything else, everything as close to the same so as not to cost too much, but don't you ever get annoyed by the little things that shouldn't be that difficult but are never there?Like outlets in the halls, how hard would that be, instead I have to find a centrally located bedroom to plug in the vacuum, and hope that The unattended cord doesn't knock something

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-32501999026299155822009-01-12T11:07:00.004-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.916-06:00

Occasionally, as a public service to those of you who don't have access to state mandated parent training, I share what I've learned. Here is what we learn this month.A foster home must store hatchets, saws and axes so they are inaccessible to children.Caregivers must give children food of adequate quality and in sufficient quantity to supply the nutrients necessary for proper growth and

annieologynoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-42730272478496323112009-01-11T23:24:00.003-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.917-06:00

Somewhere out there, I ran across a story that reminded me of this....no wait the front story, before the back story.As anyone who has seen my kids in public knows, I don't spend much time fighting with them over their clothing choices. We are miles higher than the overfull diaper without clothing at Walmart, but we often manage to get out of the house in all of the socially required clothes.

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-45958852424437111292009-01-11T04:06:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.917-06:00

What does an occasional table do with the rest of its time?

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-55828933015328580022009-01-10T17:33:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.918-06:00

Well, nine days into the New Year, I broke down. Had to smoke. I was wonderful and delicious and we all enjoyed it. It was a great evening last night, in the mid 70's. That's right, we apple smoked us some pork on the bbq. It was so delicious in fact, that one of our children injured themselves while eating. Boog put a hole in his tongue, while eating. Who does that? On another smoking

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-33871378306797201072009-01-09T06:52:00.000-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.919-06:00

Oh Oprah. I'm watching your Best Life week. It's not about how much love you can give yourself this year. We are incapable of filling our own void. The answer is God, and not your New Earth kind of all inclusiveness crap. Rather The Father, The Son and The Holy Spirit, Jesus is THE way, God. Once you get that God gave it all for YOU, not because you are Oprah, and not because you finally

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-30147775957415784252009-01-08T21:49:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.919-06:00

Earlier this week I asked what was the first thing you thought of when you heard the word "Christian"When I was growing up, and going to camp anytime they'd let me, we always sang the song..."and they'll know we are Christians by our love, by our love...." I now wonder how many people, based on that criteria, know that I am a Christian.I hope that others see a difference between me and the world

annieologynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-51302620170014099572009-01-08T21:08:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:12:03.542-06:00

I am so loving the Facebook. Love it. Found friends, blah blah blah. You've heard it 1,000 times before, but it's all true.My personal take? Seventh grade all over again. If I friend request someone, will they ignore me? Am I just friend requesting them because all my other friends are friends with them? And let's not even talk about the poking. Totally seventh grade. Luckily the only one

annieologynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-84115524320446648562009-01-07T16:26:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.922-06:00

As most of you know the universe conspired to get me and my husband together. Yea! Universe! I now summon your powers to find me a decent phone. Just kidding, but...are you there God? It's me. Annie. I need a phone.I bought a phone, the LG Lotus, I would post it, but blogger having problems with the task, but only in part because it was purple. A very large part. No seriously, it had a

annieologynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2271442235198871155.post-12558523888543963202009-01-06T20:48:00.002-06:002009-02-23T18:09:38.922-06:00

Today was the first day back to school for the kiddos. Praise Jesus. This morning we awoke to no food in the house, seems like someone who will remain nameless me forgot that food is a necessary component in lunches. Soooooo, After getting my super pretty phone, which I will link at not midnight a later time, I hurried off with (gasp) fast food to feed Radical. (sidebar)Well, as you all

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