And Now... Deep Thoughts!!

Sometimes, I look at my blog to see if it has been updated for me. And, it never is. It kinda reminds me of when I wake up in the morning and I look to see if someone has cleaned my house for me in the middle of the night. And, that doesn't happen either.

~Dana Edmiston

Ahh!

Here are some pictures that Mindy Strauss-Life Photography took! Much nicer on the eyes than my soccer ones. I thought I would post these in order to relax your eyes a bit from the soccer game.

TO BLOG, OR NOT TO BLOG...THAT IS THE QUESTION

OK, so I am officially a soccer Mom! Lexi started soccer yesterday and Daddy-O is the assistant coach. Ashli and I had so much fun watching her, so we want to share some pictures. But, this is where the problems with my blogging start! THE PICTURES! They are HORRIBLE unless Jessica or Mindy take them. (Can you guys follow me around and take some pictures, or give me some advice?) I am not sure if I need a new camera or if I am just a lamo photographer. Anyway, I can't get my verse of the day to look cool either. I am very close to retiring from blogging because my blog looks like a 3rd grader runs it! I totally enjoy looking at everyone else's pictures because they are so good. So, PLEASE take my survey and BE HONEST, Ferdinand and Lightbulb!!!

Surprise!!!

In honor of Abby Hoeffer, my mom getting mad at me for never posting anything new, for my friends who actually still check this tired old blog... I thought I would post something new! This is actually a funny story with no picture. But I will put something here anyway to make it look interesting. All that being said...

Last week, as most of you know I had some moles removed. Very exciting! Well, they gave me vicodin (housewives, please don't come ransack my cupboards- I heard about you all on Oprah-which I don't watch.) Anyway, I was really tired from the vicodin, so I took Ashli to have a nap with me and I gave Lexi my cell phone. I told her to only call Daddy and that was IT! So, two hours later I woke up to find Lex in the toy room on a 45 minute call with her Dad who was working on scaffolding at the building. Out of curiosity I looked at my recent calls and my texts. Well, here is what I saw for the dialed calls:
A Daddy (Chris)
Jesus (Our old lawn guy)
Dad (My Dad)

Starting at the bottom, I asked her why she called my Dad. She said that she thought she was actually calling her Dad. OK...
Then I asked her why she called Daddy. Was something wrong? What was up? She said, I just wanted to chat with someone...
Why did you call Jesus (pronounced Hay-soos), but I said Jesus. And she said, "I just wanted to see who would answer." I asked her what he said to her, and she said, "oh nothing, I hung up on him!!!"

Well, as if that wasn't all. She texted Amy Elliott and said...(spelled exactly this way)
I am sary I can not tack your call rite nou.

Daddy please call utherwise tex me.


Moral to the story...
Don't take vicodin and give your cell phone to the children!!!