Showing posts with label Crumb #2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crumb #2. Show all posts

June 1, 2009

Effects of Swine Flu

Girl Child said, "...so that's really what happens if you get swine flu?"
"Yep," I assured her.
After a pretty long pause and intense study of the picture she decided, "Well I'd better be very careful with germs...that means staying away from boys. Especially dirty ones."
"Yep," I assured her smiling to myself.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: You can do two things later - thank me for giving you another reason for Girl Child to avoid dirty boys and to show me why she should avoid dirty boys...winkety, wink.

May 19, 2009

Name game

I'm a name girl. Always have been.

I love names.

Naming my own children was like running a marathon.

We had the names we'd call them everyday picked out before they were a twinkle in Big Shooter's eyes. It was the middle names that gave us problems. Since I'd taught school, every name that came into contention I had a distinct like or dislike of.

Boy Child was not near as difficult as Girl Child though.

Big Shooter and I could NOT agree.

I thought we'd come to an agreement on the way to the hospital.

So did he.

Until he went with her to the nursery and I listened intently to the anesthesiologist and my O.B. G.'s conversation... then I wanted to change my mind. I loved the anesthesiologist's daughter's name. AND it was my great-granny's maiden name to boot! Ashton. I loved it.

(Of course I loved Cody Ryan, Paxton, Merry and Yancy too.)

She (the OB) and Big Shooter would have nothing to do with it. They were tired of me and my mind changing. So, they filled out the birth certificate with all the names Big Shooter and I had previously agreed on and I signed it.

Girl Child is blessed with four names.

Poor girl. She still can't wrap her mind around it.

What brought all this up?

Well remember my sweet, new, alternative-livin', heavily tattooed and very young neighbors? Did I mention they were 7 1/2 prego?

With Juniper.

I love that name.


Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thank you for stepping in. You knew who they both were the moment you laid eyes on them. Me, on the other hand, was irrational with extremely high raging prego hormones and couldn't think clearly. You saved the day as usual. Sigh. I love you.

May 3, 2009

Big Shooter, What were you thinking?!

Chickening out and sending your Beloved sling shooting into the air with your youngest Crumb Snatcher?
Tsk. Tsk.
1...

2...

Whee...

Yup.

That's Girl Child and myself...

Her: brave, bold and barely tall enough!

Me: not brave and bold...and barely tall enough.

Meet the cross between Sledge and Straight Shooter.

She's one cool chick.


Tomorrow...the video.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: cluck, cluck, cluuuuck. bawk, bawk, bawwwwck!! (not sure which one to type to illustrate a chicken sound ;o) Either way, I had my hands tucked under my pits flapping my wings while I made them!

April 28, 2009

1 in 1,000

While walking through Silver Dollar City Girl Child made friends with a unique young man...
Then, during our visit to Ripley's Believe It Or Not museum she (sorta) made the acquaintance of another with the same kind of genes....


Keep in mind her hand is nearly the same size as mine.

Our fave facts gleaned from such an oddly entertaining collection were these three:


First, 1 in 3 have the genetic ability to curl their tongue.
Big Shooter and Girl Child are the 2 or 3 of that equation. In fact, the faces she makes in trying to accomplish this feat are comical.


Second, only 1 in 100 can turn their tongue over.

Girl and I can turn our tongues over one way. Boy Child can turn it both ways...Weirdo.

And last, 1 in 1,000 can fold their tongues back.
That would be our very own Girl Child. She's the 1 in a 1,000.
She can't curl it, but she can fold it! Super Weirdo.
Where are you in the standings?

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Sweet Baby Jesus!! What were you thinking?!?
A little preview of tomorrow...

March 1, 2009

Happy Birthday


to you.

Happy Birthday

to you.




Happy

Birthday
Sweet
Precious

Dear Daughter...
Happy
Birthday
to you.
We love you with all our hearts Bitty Boo.
You are our Sunshine on a cloudy day.
You are sugar to our souls.
Love you.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: 9 years ago you gave me my most treasured surprise. Thank you. I cannot imagine life without My Girl.

February 17, 2009

Archie and Friends have Jughead, We have Knothead

Ugly Comment to Baby Sister + A Good Clobberin'= Big Boo Boo
Just kiddin'.
Boy + Wall = Big Boo Boo
Next day = Tough Guy Look
It actually looks worse each day as time goes on.
But Boy Child has had enough of the picture takin' for now.
Yes, that is a skeleton hanging behind him.
We're those weird homeschoolers.
You never know what you'll find in our humble abode.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thanks for staying awake past your bedtime to spend a coupla extra hours with me. Wow! Keep this up for a little bit and you'll be able to make it to 10:30!!

February 12, 2009

More Crumb Snatcher Speak

Since Girl Child is getting very close to her birthday, she's got birthdays on the brain.
This morning she revealed her latest thoughts on her party ideas.
"Do you know what would be like a nightmare birthday party for me? A princess party.
And do you know what would be like a dream come true party? A redneck party."
When I sat speechless, she explained, " You know like Rooster (Sashi's youngest) had? Where we dug in the dirt pile, dressed like cowboys and had relays to the saddles, played in the pasture and old barn..."
Greeeeat. I will never live up to you Sashi. You perfect Redneck Momma you.


Love Note to my Big Shooter: Okay, okay. I finally agree. We do need a paternity test...

Fact of the Day: February is National Grapefruit month. Who thinks this stuff up? Fresh grapefruit in February?

February 10, 2009

Double Whammy

Yesterday I shared my father and his wife's very sad news...
Today, it is our own family's sad news.
And by family I mean all my neighbors.

Our sweet, sweet girl Eula Mae has been moved to a nursing facility.

Her best friend, Girl Child, is having a very hard time. She is missing her visits. She is missing their special secrets. She is missing their "plain ole everydayness".
She is missing her friend.
Maaan...I hate these kinds of Life Lessons.
I wanna play hooky from being the teacher during these times...

Please pray for our friend. As of now, she does not yet know she has spent her last nights in the home she has lived in for the past 60+ years... I believe when she realizes it, she will head down hill like a loose ball. Unable to be caught.
Getting older bites.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Sorry for all the doom and gloom. Even though aging does not thrill me in the slightest, I sure am glad it is you who will be with me in the end. All wrinkly with glistening eyes. I love that twinkle by the way. Just thought I'd mention that now before Alzheimer's sets in and I forget...

Fact of the Day: What is an apiarist? And what is a glossa?



A beekeeper and another name for an insect's tongue.

November 18, 2008

Girl Child



From the laundry room: Mahhhmmy...this time I really think you did it...


Me: Really? What did I do now?


Stepping out so Boy Child and I could see her: ...shrunk the pants to my gee.





Prankster.

"What?! These aren't mine???"

" I was so sure..."
Shoo. Catastrophe avoided.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thank you for her, the most special and beloved surprise you have ever given me.

November 17, 2008

It was a very long night...

in the emergency room with our precious Eula Mae. I had a great post in mind but seriously cannot think too clearly this mornin'. So I am cheatin' a little and going to do a fun Meme I read over on my friend Flea's blog a few days ago.

A) Four places I go over and over:
  • over the brink and then to my secret, quiet place
  • the Dollar Tree (my fave, next to Target)
  • the library to pay my weekly fine
  • QT - it's the best gas station/convenience store on the the Planet. I am not kiddin'. It is. If you're from Oklahoma or surrounding states, you'll agree.
(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly:
  • my other spouse, Saucy Sashi
  • my dad (we're plannin' a family rendezvous)
  • my Lover-Boy (a.k.a. Big Shooter)
  • and FIL (my sweet, sweet Father-In-Law whom I get to see next week!!)

(C) Four of my favorite places to eat:
  • My Granny Grunt's kitchen. She is the best cook on the Planet. You know, the kind that can look in the pantry, glance in the fridge at the meager choices and then whip up a scrumptious feast? She's that kind of granny. I get to see her next week too.
  • Taqueria Jerez' - my absolute fave little dive. Mr. Juarez is living the American Dream. He is such a fabulous example of what can happen with a little dream, a whole lot of work and tons of determination. He moved here (legally, I may add), worked his tail off to be able to bring his wife and three kids here as well(legally, I may add). He has extremely high standards and expectations of his family because of it. They are all well aware of his sacrifices and honor their father and husband with their hard work as well. His children are going to be famous one day. I've already latched on to their coat tails.
  • Greek Isle - In Chicago. It's been a realllly long time. But, I so fondly remember the taramasalata, and octopus. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
  • My kitchen. (Shush Dad.) I love to eat at my own table with my own little fam. I love that special time...and they really believe I am a great cook.
(D) Four places you'd rather be:
  • In Margarita Ville
  • The mountains of Idaho
  • In bed with a good book...and Big Shooter
  • Staying at a very posh, swanky hotel with out-of-this-world room service
(E) Four TV shows I could watch over and over:
  • 24 (Big Shooter and I are literally counting down the weeks to be reunited with Jack. Sigh.)
  • Dexter (Oh. My. Word. Fuh-reeky. Addicting. Sicko. Love it.)
  • Any Law & Order or CSI
  • Really that's about it. I don't watch a lot of tv. Too busy readin' blogs and thinkin' up posts.
(F) Four people I think will respond:
I know you precious people will be emailing or commenting wondering about sweet Eula Mae so I can tell you this much already - She has a hair line fracture in her foot and riding in my "purty red car" makes drivin' home at 4am in the freezin' Oklahoma breeze "a-okay Missy". I knew we'd aptly named that car when we purchased it -The Grandma Car! (It's an old red caddy.)
We will be leavin' this Saturday for a couple weeks. If you think of her, please say a prayer for our sweet girl. She'll have other very loving neighbors, her regular care giver and home health care nurses checkin' in on her...but, she'll be missing her girlfriend - Girl Child. And Girl Child will be worryin' about her the whole time...
Love Note to my Big Shooter: My thoughts are filled with you every time I am with Eula Mae. I think of how well you take care of me. I think about growing old with you. I think about two gnarled hands clasped together long into the future. Sigh... But before you get all googley-eyed and tender hearted I also think of oatmeal and Depends...

November 16, 2008

Crumb Snatcher Speak

While writing the book she is giving to her GrammE later this month.

Girl Child: Hey Mommy, do you spell favorite, f-a-v-o-r-r-i-t-e?
Me: Almost. It only has one r.
Girl Child, after a long pause: Would it still be wrong if I was just too tired to change it?

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Girl Child: I just thought of something. Since Thanksgiving is just around the corner, my birthday is only 4 blocks away...

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Boy Child, while watching Big Shooter prepare a dessert: So why do you peel the wrapper off the pear before you bake it?

September 25, 2008

Boo's gift for Eula Mae

"Momma, can I run over and see Eula Mae?" is something I hear several times a day. Eula Mae, if you don't remember is our little, elderly widow neighbor whom Girl Child is BFFs with.
Yesterday was no different than any other day.
The two are a perfect fit.
Eula Mae loves gettin' gifts...
And Girl Child loves givin' gifts.



Big Shooter and I have had many conversations about this relationship.
The positives:
* Practicing the characteristics of being Gentle, Kind & Caring.
* Learning to be the care giver at such a young age.
* Bonding friendship with another generation.
* Empathy for other's situations.
* Putting other's needs first.
* Learning the meaning of Love.
Our worries:
* The anxiety Girl Child feels when Eula Mae is not feeling well.
* The possibility of Girl Child being there or finding her deceased.
* The inevitable ending of a death.
The positives sooo outweigh the concerns.
Bitty Boo has learned first hand what it's like to calmly handle an emergency situation that needs medical attention. She remains calm and collected.
She is a natural worrier so she is learning how to deal with Eula Mae's health in a mature way.
The fact that we worried about her being the one to find Eula has forced us to have many a conversation with Bitty Boo about death, the natural life progression, aging, healthy habits, and of course Heaven.
We needn't have worried.
We found out Eula Mae has already been preparing our girl in her own sweet way.
She talks to Girl Child about it all the time.
How she longs to be with Norman. With Jesus. With her family.
How she will be looking out for Girl Child from afar.
How when something wonderful happens to her and she feels all warm and fuzzy "why that'll be me reaching down and hugging you...".
How when life serves her sour grapes she'll have a personal talk with God on Bitty's behalf "and I'll be reaching down to hug you then too..."
Our Girl Child has learned more Life Lessons from Miss Eula Mae in the past year than I could have taught her in a lifetime.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: I know it's only Thursday, but you wanna teach me a Life Lesson...or two?

August 27, 2008

I'm old y'all. Old as dirt. Girl Child said so.

It all started this morning, very early, when she came into the bathroom where I was finishing my hair. As she's walking towards me she stops in mid sentence., "Mommy, are you read...?" Pause. Then with utter disbelief, "You're not going on TV with that hair are you?" I laughed and replied in the affirmative. She slowly shook her head in a way that clearly stated, "I cannot believe it! She has certainly lost her marbles..." Her actual words said, "I wouldn't wear that hair on TV to save the planet."
Alrighty then.
Her teacher needs to work on a lesson in Subtlety.

A short time later as we were pulling out of the drive-way, it dawned on Boy Child we were leaving. He raced out onto the porch waving and blowing kisses unabashedly in his skivvies. I opened my door (I am unable to use my window at the moment. Another story.) and gave him the "I love you" hand sign. He blew another kiss and went back on the porch. Girl Child said, "What'd ya throw out?" "Oh, I didn't throw anything out honey. Remember, I can't use my window so I opened my door to stick my hand out and gave Brother the I love you sign," I corrected. To which she replied, "What'd ya throw out is a question Mommy. Like...what sign, what signal did you give your friends? You know...throw out there?"
As the dawning of the phrase fell on me, so did that awful age old feeling that hits all parents sooner or later. "I'm old. In fact, I'm so old and out of it, my 8 year old is more hip than me..."

You know the saying "Ya learn somethin' new every day?" Well, that was not the lesson I wished to learn today.

I am old. Old as dirt. With bad hair to boot.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: I'm throwin' out some lovin' to ya Baby.

Editor' Note: Sorry to get your hopes up about a guest appearance. Apparently, you have to actually vocalize a request. I didn't realize that I guess. Bummer. I'll try again.

August 1, 2008

Today - It's all about the Girls


Below is Megan Jendrick. Is that not the coolest photo? She looks like she's sneaking up on her prey. Which, actually, she did to make the team. You may or may not remember her from the 2000 Games? She won a gold. Then was unable to make the 2004 Athens team to defend her gold by a mere one one hundredth of a second. Blink your eyes.
That's how fast she missed her chance.
I cannot even begin to fathom the disappointment.

Well, guess who saw Redemption? Last month she literally snuck up on her competition and won the last place on the team for her specialty by...you guessed it, a .11 of a second!

That tells me (and then in turn, the Crumbs) this girlfriend has some Grit y'all!
She won her gold 8 years ago. She is obviously not as fast as she once was. It's apparent she's been pouring her heart and soul into training. And she proved she can Dig Deep when the chips are down.
Oh baby, I can already tell, swimming is gonna be a Scream Fest in the Shooter Household.

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Meet Corey Cogdell.

I will be following this girl's progress like a Rabid Dawg.

Here's why.

She was born and raised in Alaska. Like a lot of kids in Alaska, she and her sister were home schooled. She started shooting from her back deck with her Daddy at the ripe old age of 3. Yes, 3.

Her momma was killed in a car accident when she was 9. Her Daddy quit his full-time construction job the next day to be a full-time care taker of His Girls. And he finished homeschooling them. Now, like any good dad, he found all sorts of extra curricular activities that would count towards P.E. Corey took to trap shooting like a duck to water.

Before he knew it, she was a Champion this and a Champion that. The first one being when she was 13.

Last winter she was 8 targets out from having a spot on the Olympic team. She was training at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs when she called home and said, "I really feel I need to go train in Texas where the last competition will be held." Dad agreed and off she went.

Her natural instincts paid off. On the morning of the competition, she put on her Alaskan long-johns she'd gotten used to training in and walked out into the frigid air. Her competition, not being used to the cold, showed up bundled in cumbersome gear.

At the end of three days, she had not only made up the eight targets to make first place, she'd won the entire competition by 12 targets. That's like saying Tiger Woods won the board by 12 holes! Usually, competitions of this level are won by one, maybe two targets. Twelve y'all. 12.

And btw, she's the only female member of the 2008 Shooting Team.

How's that for an Olympic Example?

Now, here's my Rabid Dawg reasonings:

1. She was born and raised in Alaska, I was born and raised in Idaho. (It's wilderness-ish people. Work with me here!) BTW, that's me and FIL a loooong time ago. In Idaho.


2. She learned to shoot off her back deck. Crumb #2 learned to shoot off the back of Grampa's deck.

3. She wears all the correct gear. Girl Child wears all the correct gear. Ish.



4. She turned out to be a fabulous example for homeschooled kids. Mine are showing...potential??

5. She is just so Dang Cute. And Girl Child's so Dang Cute.

...most of the time.

And reason #6 - To get to her level, she must know all the tricks of the trade. And, apparently, Crumb Snatcher #2 is learning some of her own. This one is called "Squeeze my Red Ryder with my Sweet Cheeks so I can cock my gun" trick.

Don't laugh, it may come in handy one day at the Olympic Trials...

I'll keep you informed.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thank you for encouraging them to Dream Big. I love it that all they are seeing right now are red, white and blue, inspiration and opportunities at every turn. That all they are hearing in their little heads is the Star Spangled Banner and America the Beautiful. It makes my heart go pitter-pat.