food rules

So, my husband and I go out for dinner last friday, and we decide to go to the hometown buffet. We had limited time so we thought that would be quicker, turns out not so quick as I was enamored by the odd, and the down right gruesome eating habits of others. First off, I don't understand that if you can go back as many times as you want, why do people pile on mounds and mounds of food on to one plate, this severely compromises the integrity of each item of food. Then, there was the guy that had an ice cream cone in one hand and a slab of beef in the other alternating bites. It was all I could do to not give these people some much needed counseling regarding eating habits, and even eating hygiene. And then you have the "moppers" the people that use the bread to mop their entire plate clean of any food, only to use the same plate for yet more food. NEWSFLASH! you can get a whole new, clean plate. I came to the conclusion through my observation, that I should probably steer clear of buffets of all kind.

Best $2563.43 cents I EVER spent!

They said I couldn't have you, They said I shouldn't have you. Others just laughed at my sheer lunacy, some said I was selfish, While all these analogies are technically true, I don't care because while many laughed at me, I look at you and I'm laughing, I laugh I cry, I feel overwhelmed by the gratitude I feel to god for allowing one more miracle when against all odds you were given to me. I pray not one day goes by without you and your sisters knowing how loved you are and lucky I feel. I love you little Gracie. So I would say to everyone if you have a dream, go for it. Don't care what other people might think, I look at her and I think If I let one person's opinion change my mind..well you know..

She knows who she is.

I have no choice but to love you, I try not to because I know you can't Love me as much I ache for you to. You make me laugh you make me cry. I sit and stare at the phone hoping you might call, wondering if your ok, worrying that you are sad, are you fed? Is your soul? Are you thinking about me too? I want to turn and walk away, turn my back to you before its too late and I am crushed by your inability to cleave unto me and love me back but I am crippled by my love and compassion for you too crippled to run the other way. I am just going to love you anyway weather you care or not. You're stuck with me, and I have to believe that someday you're going to love me back. Well not to worry my dear I'M going to be here waiting for you, until then you're in my prayers. I love you.

I love her..

Name : Faith Emerson Boyle

Age: 2yrs 9mos

Likes: processed meats of all varieties, particulary bologna,

rolling around naked in fruity pebbles,

Hannah Montana music, Max and Ruby.

Dislikes: sleeping, people sitting in HER chair

having her hair brushed, having her

Kee-Kee washed(blanket)

She is funny, she is exasperating, she exhausts me to no end, compulsive and particular, Honestly I get depressed when she goes to bed as at my very worst and sleep deprived I can count on her to give me a chuckle. Everyone should have one.

It's going to be one of THOSE days...

Ugh, I have been up since 5:30 this morning with the baby, its now 9:17 am and I have all my chores done, I'm so tired I would give anything to just go back to bed, I have spit up in my hair, Faith has already put away 2 hot dogs this morning she has chewed up pieces of hot dog in her hair and she smells like them too. Who eats hot dogs first thing in the morning anyway? And my 5 year old's over developed optimism, and genuine good cheer only make me more cranky, If only I could bottle up a 5 year old's enthusiasm for each day and sell it I would be rich, But while I am technically poor, I am rich in toothless grins, hot dog residue kisses, warm newborn breaths on my neck, perhaps I could muster up some of this optimism and good cheer after all...

Momma is going to the Pokey!

Ok, so anyway I here is the situation, Friday evening I decide to go to the store for the ever anticipated people magazine that comes out every friday, unfortunately this is what I have been reduced to. Gone are the days of running around all weekend with my friends, I dont go to movies, there are no dinner dates anymore all I have left is the friday quiet evening after I get my numerous children off to bed I relax with my People. But anyway, IM driving down sherwood blvd, sherwood oregon the scenario is this, 3 way stop at 3rd and pine these greasy meth-head looking outfit in a beat up old truck decide they don't have to wait their turn, they nearly plow into me, so I honk my horn to let them know I am presently in the middle of the street. They proceed to tailgate me all up sherwood blvd. Well, taking the rare opportunity I have of no children with me I decide to give the scary meth head people a nice good Ole fashion brake-check, They nearly drill me, scares the woman...this is what slays me they proceed to follow me all over sherwood waiting for me to stop so that they may accost me, Thinking to myself perhaps I didn't think this threw completely, I did just have my 7th baby, my 3rd C-section just 3 weeks before, perhaps I don't need to be in a brawl with scary people, apparently this couple with room temperature I.Q. decide that since I have a National Rifle Association sticker on my back window, that perhaps I could be "packing heat" Never mind I look like some kind of soccer mom in my mini-van or I would be a soccer mom if I weren't too lazy, but anyway, they decide to quit following me but rather call the police on me. The police pay me a visit when I am back home sitting in my chair feeding the baby, there is a knock at the door, my husband comes in..hhmmm he doesn't look very amused by his wife's hi jinks, go figure!

Billy: "The door is for you"

Me: "Oh the nerve!"

Officer: eyeballing me surrounded by my many female children, "may I speak to you out here for a minute?"

Me: "But of course" I shut the door behind me.

Molly: (my seven year old) "daddy? Why are the police talking to momma?"

Morgan: (my 8 year old with an overactive imagination, and the girl in the picture) " It's OBVIOUS! Mom's getting Arrested!

Billy: "No she isn't, they are just talking"

Morgan: "I bet you 5 bucks she gets arrested"

Needless to say, once again I escaped going to the pokey, the other people were off their nut to call the police and my wonderful powers of persuasion once again prevailed as the young officer saw it my way. Now pay the man Morgan!