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Junk Food Connoisseurs

Every once in a while, I let the kids pick out the over-priced processed forbidden fruit type of food that I was raised on.  While I grew up with a regular diet of Hostess treats, I get a kick out of asking my kids if they want Ho-Hos or Twinkies and having one ask, “What’s a Twinkie?” No, we don’t live under a rock but we do live without commercials. 😉  The kids were being especially entertaining while on one of our adventures in junk food shopping. I’m glad I decided to record “just in case.”

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

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Moriarty is a Thermian

Yea, this is rather random and immature but I really thing I’m onto something here. We don’t have broadcast television of any kind and, until recently, did not have internet so any TV shows we get to enjoy, we have had to wait until they are on DVD.  Upon the arrival of internet, we hooked up the PS3 so we could watch some Amazon Prime shows on the telly. First order of business – BBC’s Sherlock. I have been sherlocked. 😉 So addicted! Anyhoo, I couldn’t help but notice that Andrew Scott‘s voice and his character development of Moriarty smacked of  the Thermian, Mathesar, in Galaxy Quest played hilariously by Enrico Colantoni. It may be a stretch but I think Moriarty is even crazier than he let on.  You be the judge:

Life-changing, isn’t it? Yes, this is how my mind works (or doesn’t work, as the case may be) sometimes. It made me chuckle so I thought I’d share because, as I’ve mentioned before,

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle 🙂

How To Not Blog

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If you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time, you’ve probably forgotten that you were doing so as I haven’t posted in eons. I have come close to giving up many times and just deactivate the account. BUT, there is something very motivational about investing dough in having my own domain. Also…I REALLY love to write.  However, being an inactive blogger, I can now offer my expertise on how to overcome the need to write and, maybe, even lose interest in writing:

  1. Never read any other blogs. There are so many gifted bloggers out there, you may receive encouragement or inspiration to write from them so, whatever you do, don’t read other blogs.
  2. Don’t read books. Duh. For the same reason listed above. Readers are leaders and leaders tend to WRITE STUFF DOWN! Spare yourself. The solution for the temptation to read is to keep a to-do list so huge that you’re constantly exhausted and fall asleep every time you start to read…anything. I’ve made a habit of this and it really works!
  3. Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT read the Bible. Being that it changes you, convicts you and confounds you, it will compel you to write stuff that may benefit others…or just really annoy others which will also a boost your enjoyment of blogging.
  4. Avoid contact with your children and do your best to not enjoy their company. Especially if they have changed your life for the better, are beautiful people, are geniuses, are adorable, and/or are hilarious.
  5. Do not become a foodie. The thing about foodies is that they not only enjoy food but they enjoy the effect food has on everyone else. That is why they have this compulsion to take 23 photos with commentary of the one recipe they have to share with the world because they know that the world will not be the same until at least 28% of the world’s population have tried, what they know is, the best recipe for Macaroni and Cheese.
  6. Write off writing. This is a problem if you homeschool or teach writing in any capacity because there is something contagious about writing assignments. Just reading a kid’s book report can cause an irritating itch to write something. Writing a thank you card or even a tweet has been known to trigger an irrational urge to write more. Sometimes, 140 characters are not enough. Writing anything is like practice and practice makes…well, you know. And whatever you do, DON’T read about writing! You’ll just be shooting yourself in the foot.
  7. Don’t make memories with family or friends. They are precious and you’ll want to preserve them by keeping photos and journaling.  Celebrating any type of birthday or holiday would fall under this category. 
  8. Turn off the radio and get rid of your I-pod. I call music “the rhythm of the soul.” It touches places within us in a way nothing else can. Of course, that would be counter-productive for one trying to shake the addiction to writing as listening to music will bring to light things from within that will move you and move others should you feel constrained to write about the things that move you. Music has access to our love, anger, sadness, joy, dance, courage, fear, betrayals, loyalties and worship that absolutely nothing else has. You know what else happens if you listen to music? You develop favoritism for types of music and the artists that God has endowed with this aggravating gift then you attend a concert or two which creates and appetite for more and a devotion and desire to show your support and an unexplainable need to take way too many photos at said concerts then you find out other fans (as well as the artists) love concert and gathering pics so you feel obligated to get them posted so others can enjoy them and, well, you can see how this can be a problem.
  9. Don’t own a business. Being a business owner just offers way too much material for writing. You meet so many interesting and amazing people, you have a plethora of problems, and have way too many adventures. You don’t need this in your life if you’re trying to stop writing.
  10. Don’t be clever. Creative people come up with all kinds of DIY projects, home improvements ideas, organization tips, etc. It’s really hard to not share ideas that someone else could use. You take a pic of some brainchild you come up with, the next thing you know, you’re posting it on Facebook and someone asks how you made it which encourages a how-to blog post and the next thing you know, it’s all over Pinterest which makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and you are encouraged to post again. Subdue the urge to be artsy fartsy. There are plenty of other people out there with…shudder..ideas.
  11. Lose the camera. Just don’t get into photography. I’ve already addressed this in other areas but you’ve seen the blogs and websites. People who take pictures can’t just leave them there on the memory card. What’s not shared is lost, remember? So just stop taking pictures. Nuff said.
  12. I mentioned being tired before but I cannot emphasize enough the importance of being overcommitted and exhausted. It helps if you don’t have a regular routine that includes time to write. If you simply hope that when you sit down at the end of the day, you can jot down a few words to post before your eyes clamp shut, then you have a great formula for successful avoidance of blogging.
  13. Procrastinate. This is THE sure-fire method for making sure writing doesn’t happen. It’s self-explanatory. Acquire this skill if you lack it.

I have some of the items on this list down-pat. I have too much to do; my to-do list is never done. I get up early and stay up late. I’m always tired. Oh, and I DO have the spiritual gift of procrastination.  I know there are things I need to change so I can stop writing; I need to sell the business but that event alone, should it occur, would still provide writing fodder. We should have never started it in the first place. It’s made life way too interesting. I either need to put the kids up for adoption or hunker down for the years to come but, darn it, I have grandkids. Maybe I should just become a hermit. But then boredom might be a issue. Bored people look for something to do and the mind might wander to then thought may occur that I could write about where my mind wandered.  Then there’s the food…darn it, I love food. I love cooking food and eating food.

I’m in such a quandary! This writing thing is a pesky problem.  Any suggestions are appreciated. This time-consuming addiction has got to stop.

My name is Michelle and I haven’t blogged since…. October 16, 2013.

This one doesn’t count, right?

The Couch Potato Brotherhood

Being in a big family has its privileges. For example, with enough people, say 3, you can start your own cult. We don’t need TV. We needs just to sit…..and wait…..

Super Bowl Ads Analysis

Tim Seidell was asked by the Washington Post to analyze some of the Super Bowl commercials. One of my favorite comments was about the Matthew Broderick commercial – “Although I really wish Charlie Sheen could have reprised his role from the movie, as well. Imagine Matthew ending up on a park bench next to Charlie, who turns to him and says: “Why are you not working? Drugs?” He cracks me up. Enjoy…

Super Bowl ads 2012: The experts weigh in

For daily therapeutic chuckles, you can follow Mr. Seidell on Twitter here: https://twitter.com/#!/badbanana

Ghost Chickens in the Sky

Ghost Chickens in the Sky

For the fun of it….

It’s a shame they took a perfectly good song like “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” to make such a ridiculous parody like “Ghost Riders in the Sky.” What’s the world coming to?

(I don’t remember where we found this song but I DO know we were searching online for goofy I mean, serious, songs to sing on our trip to Florida a few years ago.  Originally, it referred to “the Colonel” but I like Chick-fil-a so you can change it back if you want but we like the change.)

 

A chicken farmer went out

One dark and stormy day

Against the coop he rested

As he went along his way

All at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye

It was the sight he dreaded:

Ghost chickens in the sky.

 

(Chorus)

Yippee ki yay

Yippee ki oh-oh-oh

Ghost chickens in the sky

 

The farmer raised these chickens since he was twenty-four

Working for Chick-fil-a for thirty years or more

Killing all these chickens and sending them to fry

Now they want revenge….Ghost Chickens in the sky.

(Chorus)

 

The farmer raised these chickens since he was twenty-four

Working for Chick-fil-a for thirty years or more

Killing all these chickens and sending them to fry

Now they want revenge….Ghost Chickens in the sky.

(Chorus)

 

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin’ red,

They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.

They picked the farmer up; he died by the claw.

They fried him extra crispy….and ate him with coleslaw.

(Chorus – repeat last line)

 

True story.

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

Enjoy!

 

 

It Pays To Be A Third Day Fan

After Friday’s Third Day concert in Ft. Wayne, I stayed to help with merchandise pack up. I had been awake since 4:30am as I drove up to the venue to be a part of the unload/set-up merchandise team. Point being, I was tired. So, sometime between 12:30 and 1 a.m., I was cruising along in a zombie-like state and realized I had failed to reset my cruise control after leaving the 65 mph zone when I saw the flashing blue lights on the car driving by turn on. He turned around to “come get me” – I was already pulling over. I was busted. I’ve never had a ticket for speeding. I was pulled over ONCE 22 years ago but only because the boat-on-wheels called a Volare that I was used to driving was out of commission and we had borrowed my brother-in-law’s very nice, newer car with incredible pick-up! The officer had been merciful. (I just wanted you to know that I don’t make a habit out of speeding).

Here’s where I need to mention that I had just put my new Third Day bumper sticker on our catering van (much to my husband’s dismay) THAT morning!

I pulled out my driver’s license and registration and waited. He came to the passenger side window. As I handed him the needed items, I said, “Sorry -forgot to change my cruise control.” He looked at my license, called in my numbers, then the following conversation transpired:

As the officer glanced back at my bumper – “You a Third Day Groupie?” (Groupie- cute)

I answered, “Yes, sir.”

“On your way home from the concert?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How was the concert?”

A perplexed Michelle answered, “Awesome! Thank you.”

“Alright, when this comes back clear, I’m gonna let you go.”

(Seriously????I was going 70 in a, um, NOT 70 zone!)

Response received, he said,

“Alright, slow down and be safe.”

“Thank you so much!”

No kidding, folks!!! I got pulled over by a Third Day fan! How incredibly cool is that??

I was awake and thanking God after that. 

What’s not shared is lost.

Michelle

Fird Day

My 3 y.o. looking at my desktop  Third Day pic: “Oh, dat’s Fird Day. Dat’s da guitar guy (Mark Lee), dat’s the deer da deer guy (Tai Anderson) (the sound he makes for bass when Make Your Move comes on), dat’s da drumming guy (David Carr) ,dat’s da sing-song guy (Mac Powell) . You and daddy sit in the seat cuz if U stand on da stage, Third Day (fird day) will squish U.” Be afraid, be very afraid. How cool is it he knows who’s who? Not sure of the stage-violence logic, though…..

Stomp the Wombat

My day started with Jillian making green cream of wheat and me rushing out to Mid-America Labs to have Seth’s blood drawn once again. The last time, the important” stuff came back normal but his lymphocyte count was up. Just a small thing, really. A brief Google search resulted with scary words like “cancer” popping up so I quickly closed the window. I went through freak out phase with his earlier issues that turned out to be non-issues. (See earlier posts…after I transfer them here.) Before I left, I told Ben to tell Lenae to take The Big Blue (our 15 passenger) and that I’d meet them at the shop. He told Lenae but somehow the message was missed plus Lenae’s alarm didn’t go off so my “staff” was still home when I returned. The soup was not heating up in the kettle and Reubens were not warming in the oven.  That was fine, we were still okay on time so I didn’t spaz. That could have been the start of a bad day but the sun was shining; it was all good. Add to the hustle and bustle of the morning, the pain in my shoulder became worse (pulled something – and I have a high threshold of pain so if I notice pain, it’s worse than I think it is) and I fought the urge to become….grumpy. So I went to the chiropractor after driving the crew home after work. I can’t tell if it helped, yet. I feel worse but that’s not abnormal so we’ll see tomorrow.

All that being said, all of that craziness made the laughter of the evening’s card games a welcome release. The outlandish things that came out of the mouths of my DH and kids kept me posting on TweetDeck all evening: ‎”Okay we need a glass of water, a sharpie, and a very sharp spoon.” Natalie helping make up rules for a new card game. Craig’s card game rule: “and you can’t touch the table.” Noah: “And it’s called ‘Stomp the Wombat”(thank you, Penguins of Madagascar). Craig: “What part of don’t you understand don’t you understand?” Whacked. They’re all whacked. We don’t need TV. We’re our own sitcom.

Play with your food,

Michelle

St. Patrick's Day Cream of Wheat. Ew. The kids loved it!

Isabelle is Irish

Isabelle is Irish!

Mom Sells Toys on Ebay for punishment! Love it!

And this is being a bad mom why? Very creative!