Crud Below

This blog post is dedicated to the back corner under my desk.

Dark and dingy, out of sight
Crumbs do gather with out a fight

Hairs and toe nail clippings
Make me gag

What's that I see, oh could it be
The power cord can not be freed
From the hairs that are binding thee

Dust bunnies and dirt
In the corner they do flirt

Where is the vacuum
I must find, a way to end this awful grime

Thank You, Thank You I know I should have been a poet!

I was going to post a picture for dramatic effect but I was to embarrassed for you all to see this unclean area in the house.

Happy Monday!

Wedding Crasher

Sniff, Sniff today is a big day for me. It is Chip and I's unsung anniversary. Anniversary for what you wonder? Well I think to explain it to you I need to take you back in time. Imagine yourself back 9 years ago today. It was a Sunday, I was new at a church. Without knowing a soul I was forced (with everything short of physical abuse) to go to sunday morning youth group (insert teenager rolling of eyes, can't you just picture it) Well after sitting through what seemed to be an eternity all by myself it was over. The youth pastor got up and announced he was getting married today and that everyone was welcome to come to the reception (hmmm I thought to myself) I took off to find my parents just wanting to get the heck out of there. After finding them I stood next to them,rather annoyed, waiting for them to stop "church talking" and go to lunch. As sulked there arms crossed and I am sure the most sour puss faced a teenage girl can put on, a boy called my name from across the room. "Are you coming to the wedding?" he asked me. Very taken back "Uh maybe" I stammered out quite eloquently. Who the heck was that I thought, and how does he know my name? He looked vaguely like someone that I think was in my Chemistry class, darn why did I never stay awake in that class long enough to know peoples names. So after going home and thinking hum well maybe someone did know who I was there, maybe I should go to this wedding. Even if it is a bust at least I can get a piece of cake. So I gussied myself up and headed out the door to what can only be explained as a wedding of two people I do not know at all. Well I sat through the wedding, the kiss (and a kiss it was), went out to dinner and drove to the reception. The certain gentleman who has asked me if I was going to come, was my dancing partner all night (don't worry I figured out his name) We spun, twirled and dipped. After dancing our feet off he asked if I wanted to go outside to the courtyard to talk." Sure" I said, so we grabbed some drinks and walked outside. We talked for a bit (about what I don't remember) I am sure it was deep stuff! After a while I was starting to think, I feel like I am hanging out with my brother. (not good for a boy, that I can only assume was trying to woo a girl, maybe he wasn't and I am just a bit into myself) Well as I started to look around and find something to catch my attention the door opened and in stepped one of this boys friends. "Are you coming" he asked not to me but to my male wooer. "Yeah, I am on my way" he said. "Who is that" I asked "oh just Chip" he is cute I thought to myself. Well as they went off to do something extremely mature involving phone books. I went back inside and sat down to eat some cake. But I could not get the image of the they guy who I had just seen out of my mind. I really couldn't see his face because of the lighting he was just silhouetted in the doorway.

Well I don't think I need to tell any of you what happened after that, but lets just say that this is the result of that first sighting.

I have been told that as he stuck his head out the door he was awestruck by the girl sitting there (just what I was told, who knows if he even noticed me) But to this day, we can say that it was the moment that we fell for each other. So really I guess we can thank our life together to the boy who asked me if I was coming to the wedding.

Pre-Schoolin' it.

Well I have been a busy woman lately. Chip and I decided that we were not going to put Henry in pre-school this year. We have a very busy week this year and it just didn't seem practical. But I was feeling awfully guilty that he was missing out on that academic challenge (I know, I know they don't really do much in pre-school) but I was feeling guilty. And he was really starting to show an interest in learning. So with this all on my mind, I went out antique shopping the other day. As I was rummaging through someone else's junk I came upon this.
I thought to myself, I could do pre-school with him. PBS will not be what educates my child. It lit up my mind with ideas! So for a whopping 19 dollars it was mine. I got it home and started in on my newest project. I grabed Henry and took off for Home Depot (I figured after all this was a desk for him, he should be involved in the fix up process) Here is the cast of characters I needed to fix this thing up.
(This desk was suddenly becoming less of a deal!) I Stripped (he, he), Sanded, Painted and Stained (and by I, I mean I started it and than Chip finished it)

After the fumes settled it was ready for Henrys first day of "school". I bought some materials (I know, I know you really don't need to spend money to teach someone the ABC's and numbers, but when I start something I tend to go a bit overboard!)
Well this morning after putting Thomas down for his morning nap, the TV went off and we started. Today was A day (meaning we started with the letter A) Henry loved it. And it was really fun to get to spend some time with him.
Look at those beautiful A's!


And to stop you from thinking these thoughts, no I will not be home schooling him. This is a pre-school thing only. I have it already planned that I will drop the boys at school and return home and eat bon bon's and watch Oprah all day.