Go Figure

Launa, who won't eat anything that isn't peanut butter and jelly, just mustered up the courage to try jambalaya. She liked it! Even better, she calls it "jambalamba." Good times.

How Could I Possibly Get Better Looking?!

I was sitting with Launa and she said something about me getting more beautiful. I asked her how I could possibly get more beautiful, when I already look the way I do. Well, she rattled off a pretty long list, and here it is, "You could put on a dress, necklace, bracelet, earrings, high-heels, put your hair up..." Hmm...translation: "Try a little, Mom." ?

Proud of My Son

Yesterday, Launa was sick. :( She fell asleep before dinner, so just Jeremy, Daniel and I were at the table eating supper. We were just talking, and I can't remember why, but Jeremy said something like, "That Launa ruins everything." (Just joking.) Daniel got real indignant and said, "No she doesn't! Launa doesn't ruin everything! She's a great sister, and I love her!" Ah - that's nice to hear! Good to know he's watching out for her.

Proud of My Daughter

We were in the car yesterday and I don't know how this conversation started, but I heard Daniel say, "If you have to play it that way, then I'm not going to play with you."

Launa: "You won't play?"

Daniel: "No, I won't play at all."

Launa: "You won't play at all?"

Daniel: " No."

Launa: "Fine with me!" Continues playing.

First of all, the tone was GREAT! And second of all, I am so proud of her for not letting him manipulate her or feel bad about wanting to play something. Maybe she could have been more flexible, but like I said, at least I didn't have to deal with: *sob* "MOOOOOOOOMMYYYYYY!! Daniel won't play with me! WAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAH!"

Good times.

Turn In Your Friends And Family

I know most of you probably already know about his, because it's been widely publicized for over a week. It just took me some time to wrap my head around it. I still have difficulty believing this. The Obama administration has appointed a "Minister of Disinformation" whose job is to make sure that all the "lies" about Obama's health care plan are reported to the White House. They have asked anyone who receives emails, fliers, or even hears an individual talking about the Obamacare bill in an unflattering (fishy) way to please report the individual to the President's staff by sending them an email at flag@whitehouse.gov. In fact, here's a link to it: http://www.whitehouse.gov/blog/Facts-Are-Stubborn-Things/ just in case you don't believe me.

Wow.

There just aren't words.

Isn't this the kind of thing that the Supreme leaders of the USSR, China and Nazi Germany told their population to do? "Do your civic duty, and turn in all dissenters!" What do Obama's cronies plan to do with this information? Why do they need to know that Bob Smith in Oklahoma thinks that Obama's health care bill is a bad idea? Will those of us who disagree find our children taken from us and put into more suitable homes, with "thinking, rational" adults in charge? Will we suddenly find ourselves in trouble with the IRS because we made a mistake on our taxes 15 years ago? Will we find that we have a harder time finding employment than our Obama-slave counterparts? It makes me ill. This is intimidation like we have never seen in this country. Even people who agree with Obama's policies should be up in arms about this. So long 1st Amendment.

"No Gerls"

A couple of weeks ago I went upstairs and was checking on the kids when I found this sign on the door to Daniel's room:



The odd thing about it is that I can tell that the people drawn on the sign were drawn by my gerl, Launa. She always draws the body stick on her people starting between the eyes. The next day I asked Daniel about it, and he told me that he asked Launa to help him decorate his sign, and she did. So my son actually got my daughter to help him make a sign to keep her out of his room! Figures.

Holy Schnikey!

I was looking around on Daniel's school's website and found the bus schedule. So I checked. His bus comes to pick him up at 6:43 am!! Can you believe that ladies and gentlemen?! Did our buses come that early when I was a kid? I don't remember that. Yeesh. I'm going to be a zombie for the next 9 months.