I don't post many pictures of myself on my blog. Probably because I am the one always taking the pictures. So....here goes!
I received an award at work for one of the seven keys we have adopted at our campus. The category I won was (ready for this) "Pay Fantastic Attention To Detail." My whole fam damily was there and I am sure they were thinking, "Guess they haven't seen the inside of our house or her closet!" Well, anyway.........I like my award and LOVE my job!!
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Really?
What goes on in an eleven year old's mind at times? Well, let's see.......
11 year old brain: I'm jumping on my trampoline, shooting the basketball at the hoop. Up and down, shoot! He SCORES!!! HHMMM.....I should really have a mark on the tarp that I am bouncing on like a free throw line. (Hard, hard thinking) Light bulb goes off....I am off to dad's shop. Running, running, digging thru the shop shelf. HEE HEE!! Run faster legs....shake, shake, SHAKE.....point, point, POINT....I for sure will know where to stand/bounce to shoot the basketball!!
Yup-Florescent ORANGE spray paint.......gotta love an eleven year old's thinkin'!! Sort of McGuyver-like.
11 year old brain: I'm jumping on my trampoline, shooting the basketball at the hoop. Up and down, shoot! He SCORES!!! HHMMM.....I should really have a mark on the tarp that I am bouncing on like a free throw line. (Hard, hard thinking) Light bulb goes off....I am off to dad's shop. Running, running, digging thru the shop shelf. HEE HEE!! Run faster legs....shake, shake, SHAKE.....point, point, POINT....I for sure will know where to stand/bounce to shoot the basketball!!
Yup-Florescent ORANGE spray paint.......gotta love an eleven year old's thinkin'!! Sort of McGuyver-like.
"We've Been FLOCKED?"
HUH? Yeah...that is what I said too last nite when Smack and Frick came and said "COME AND SEE OUTSIDE." One would think that with FIVE....FIVE (5) dogs, one of the four legged, man's bff would make a good watchdog. Dakota will start barking at a leaf blowing across the yard but NOTHING (NADA) when it is 9:30 pm on a Sunday, pitch black out does one hear a WOOF! So, out we ran and this is what we found. AAHHHAHAHAHAH!! Pretty funny!
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