Sunday, March 29, 2009

Not Me Monday


Not Me Monday

While watching the movie, “Monsters vs. Aliens” I did NOT put my inattentive three year old daughter in time out on my lap and tell her not to move or talk until I told her time was up. I would never do that! Not me! And when she asked me if her three minutes was up yet I certainly did NOT tell her no, even though she had been sitting there for almost 30 minutes. I would never lie to my child. What kind of lesson would that teach her? No, not me…I would never be dishonest with my child.

I also, most certainly did NOT text my parents on the way home and apologize to my mom for all the times I kicked the back of her seat when I was little. I would never HAVE to do that because I was not that kind of kid. Nope, Not me!

I did not follow up that text with another one that apologized for talking non-stop all the time. I don’t talk non-stop, to anyone, anytime, anywhere. That is not me. I would NEVER talk to strangers like they were my friend! And I was not the LEAST bit offended when my parents wrote back, “Having trouble with your Paige-clone? Tell Caroline we love her!” Nope, not me! I would have no reason to be offended.

What have you NOT been doing this week?

FINAL FOUR BOUND

I AM SO EXCITED!!!! NORTH CAROLINA TARHEELS ARE HEADING TO DETROIT FOR THE FINAL FOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



GO HEELS!

Been A While...I Know

Yes, it has been a while since I posted anything. I know all 2 of you out there are eagerly waiting for my next intriguing post! So, without further adieu....here it is!

I have nothing really to say that feels important enough to write down. Whew! That felt good to say.

I will instead share a few funny things that my kids have said recently.

Caroline: Mom?

Me: Yes Caroline?

Caroline: It is blowy outside.

Me: Blowy?

Caroline: Yes. And if I go outside right now, my dress will wind away!

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We went to see Monsters vs. Aliens last night. One character is a big blob of blue goo named Bob. Bob has one eye and is made of nothing really...most importantly...no brain. We left the movie to go to a great little Italian place for dinner and Caroline was asking a ridiculous amount of insane questions.

Caroline: Are you my parents? Is this our car? That car right there is NOT our car but this one we are in IS our car, right mom? Are we on the interstate? Is my name Caroline? Is Will's name Will?

(Will got frustrated and thus said...)

Will: Can we just call her Bob?

(We almost hyperventilated from laughing so hard)

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(Driving home one day from school)

Caroline: Look at me!

Caroline: Look at ME!

Caroline: LOOK AT ME!

(got quiet for maybe 30 seconds)

Will: Mom, make her stop looking at me!

Caroline: Well, he won't stop not looking at me!

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I was watching "Nights in Rodanthe" this morning and got a little misty eyed at the end....(if you haven't seen it...just know it is a Nicholas Sparks movie...think of the ending of "Message in a Bottle" and "The Notebook"! Mark said he hates this author!) Anyway...Caroline walked into the room and over to me and looked directly into my eyes.

Caroline: Mom, why are your eyes like that?

Me: This is just sad. (meaning the movie)

Caroline: Your eyes are sad?

Me: Yes, my eyes are sad.

Caroline: I am sorry your eyes are sad, mom. Maybe they will get happy soon!

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I know, not a great post. I warned you that I had nothing to say.

I will say this and it IS important, please pray for Stellan (MckMama's youngest son). He is in the hospital and has been for one week so far with a heart condition. Her blog will keep you up to date and so will her twitters.

Paige

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Pray!

(update at the bottom with a picture of Steve and his wife, Sue, whom he calls "Precious")

My sweet friend Sherri is in need of prayer right now!

Her family has been hit hard with cancer. In 2007, her sister, Stephanie McMinn, died after a long battle with breast cancer. She was an amazing woman and her faith was gigantic. She was always giving God the glory and putting her trust in her all loving God! She was famous for saying she did not know what was in front of her, but "God goes before me." Meaning, I don't know, but He does...and He goes before me and paves the way! So amazing, in the midst of struggling for NINE years that she could give Him that glory.

I realized, two days before she died where that strength came from. See, two days before she met her Lord and Savior face and face and heard the words, "Well, done, my good and faithful servant.", Sherri and Stephanie found out that their sweet sweet dad, Steve, had cancer. Mantle Cell Lymphoma....no cure. UGH! Stephanie died unexpectedly...yes she had cancer and it was bad, but she had just gotten out of the hospital. We thought there were a few more weeks. We prayed that there more weeks. Sherri had tickets to fly home later in September. But Stephanie was called home earlier than we all thought! And her dad seemed to take her place in the treatment centers. He had great faith, though...hmmmm

He went through a year of chemo treatment and when he was tested to see if they had put the cancer in remission (the cancer goes into remission temporarily and then usually comes back) he got a favorable report. Very humbled and full of faith, yet again. He started filling out the application for a stem cell transplant and things were looking good. He got accepted for the transplant and they were ready to go to Nashville and then the shingles set in. Horrible pain...stopped chemo...never stopped believing in God's love for him. Then his sweet wife (whom he calls Precious) got an abnormal mammogram and had to have a biopsy (praise the Lord, it came back as non-cancerous). Faith? Never wavered!

The time has come then for the transplant. He had to go through major testing this week to determine if his body was ready. So many things tested...so many things might not be ready to go...not his faith, though...good as gold!

So he got the news today...the transplant is on! Praise the Lord! I am both excited and scared and so I ask you to pray for him. His name is Steve Felts and he is man of God! He needs our prayer coverage...please pray!
He signs every email, "Standing on the Rock, looking up." A testimony, no doubt of his faith. The faith his daughter showed as well during her battle. Stephanie's faith was no fluke...it was a legacy. And she carried it well.

Please add this family to your prayer list! I will be forever grateful!

Paige

Sunday, March 15, 2009

A Sweet Visit!

My family is spread out all over the place. We are a tight-knit bunch but we have never all lived in the same town! I have 2 sisters and a brother and the two best parents in the world!






Well, I got to see my mom and dad and sister Leigh Ann (sister on the left) this weekend! And we had a blast. Leigh Ann brought her 3 year old daughter Jennifer and Caroline and Jennifer had more fun than should be allowed in a weekend! They were even presented with "princess" dresses and flip flops to wear...and wear they did...ALL WEEKEND LONG!!!!!



There were so many women in the house (because my dad and Will went to the ACC Tournament for the weekend) that Mark just covered his head and hunkered down for the weekend! :)

My Family's Not Me

I wrote this Sunday afternoon but did not post until 12:35am on Monday...but it is showing up as a Sunday post...just wanted to clear that up!





Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.


My Family



My family LOVES basketball...Love may be too weak of a word. We are never more on fire for something other than our Lord and Savior than we are during the all wonderful, all amazing...

MARCH MADNESS! That always starts with the ACC Tournament! My parents bought 2 tickets this year, and my oldest sister Leigh Ann, bought 3 (for her husband and 2 boys). The ACC was in Atlanta this year and so I decided that if the Tarheels were still playing on Saturday and Sunday that I would have my dad buy my 2 tickets and I would take my brainwashed Tarheel sonWill to the games!

My sister and her 3 year old daughter decided to come to my house to stay for the weekend...and my mom decided that she would come too and give my son her ticket for the weekend.



I was NOT the least bit bitter....no not me! I would never feel ill feelings toward my mostly innocent six year old child because HE got to go to the tournament and I did not...nope, not me!

And I DEFINITELY was NOT jealous that the hotel he stayed in was THE Carolina hotel...complete with the team and the coaching staff and the former players....Nope, not me! I would NEVER EVER be jealous! Not me!

I am not still bitter and wishing I had been there because I do NOT hold grudges! Not me! And to top it off, I am totally OVER the fact that the Tarheels lost in the semi-final game because I would never let a basketball game ruin my day or weekend. Nope, not me!







I would never be emotionally conflicted over this sweet child's ability to have the time of his life with his cousins and uncle and grandpa...Nope, not me!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Is this a bad sign?


Will had an Early Bird Tournament tonight...it is the whole week actually. Tonight was just the first game. He has played t-ball for the past two years and so we thought he could handle REAL baseball. I think we may have overshot our expectations!

His team lost 10-0! Oh my! You could never tell from his point of view...He got a Powerade when it was over and he was FINE! :)




This was before the game...ready to go. Pumped up!

Quick team meeting before they go to bat....they were so excited! They were ready to hit homeruns...

Team meeting afterwards...Will is two rows back from coach, no hat and drinking his Powerade...not even concerned! LOL

I think it might be a long season!

Negative Numbers and Hot Polish

My family gives me so much to laugh about each day. With a six year old and a three year old (and a thirty-something husband) around, there just are not days when you won't hear laughter coming from our house (or car, or near us at the ball fields, or in a restaurant where we are eating). Mainly the cause of the laughter stems from the darndest things that those children of mine say.

Will has a long list of funny sayings that my family still uses even though he does not! Things like "concreke" instead of concrete and "diving room" instead of dining room. I won't bore you with them all, but if you ever wonder...just ask my dad. He can use almost all of them in one to two sentences! :)

A little background...Will is six, in kindergarten and LOVES math! He gets his love for math from his dad who is a civil engineer (though he thinks that his math abilities comes from me because I teach math...4th grade math...and I am NOT telling him otherwise right now!). Soon his math abilities will be better than mine, but for now...I am gonna be the math genius in his life! He loves math so much that the other day when we were in Wally World he asked me to get him a book with math problems in it that he could do at home. We checked the school section and found 2 possibilities. One was a Kindergarten book which he immediately deemed to easy! So we looked at the 1st-2nd grade book and he was all pumped up for it because it had multiplication problems at the back! So off to the register we went with our big time math book!

I discovered that Will is very much like his dad not only in math, but also in the need to do the problems in the book in order...page by page. So even though the beginning was easy and he did not "need" to practice, he wanted the pages completed. I read some directions to him and he was off to complete the pages. I decide since it is already noon and I have not washed my hair in two days to take a shower. While I am in the shower, his daddy is asked for help on a page of subtraction!


Here is the example on the top of the page. See it has three total bears (hence the red 3 at top of subtraction problem) and one is running away....which leaves two bears sitting. Well, Mark, being the mathematician that he is, as well as being a man, did not read the directions. :) So Will comes running back to me as I am drying my hair and tells me that he knows how to do negative numbers. What? I go to the den and he shows me his book...

Now, this is the fixed version, but when I got to the den #6 said 1-2= -1! I looked over at Mark with the most astonishing look on my face and he very seriously said, "What? I didn't write the book!" I calmly said, "Seriously? I mean really? (channeled a little SNL) It is a 1st grade math book...do you REALLY think they would do negative numbers on page 7?" I explained to him (and to Will) that you count ALL the bears and then you subtract the one(s) running away. He asked me how he was supposed to know that...perhaps check out the example at the top of the page? Oh yeah...the example...kinda like the directions...or a map? Will was bummed because he thought now he did not know negative numbers. I told him he could still know what they were, he just wouldn't use them for a while! :)


On to the hot polish....

Caroline has the absolute sweetest caretaker...Ms. Haley. Haley loves on Caroline like we do and she is even ok with Caroline hanging out with her at the ballfields after watching her all day long! She is always thinking of Caroline and doing sweet things for her. Last night at the ballfields Haley told Caroline she had gotten some hot pink nail polish and wanted to paint her fingernails and toenails. Caroline got really upset and Haley couldn't figure out why...Caroline LOVES to have her nails painted (like any good girl does). Caroline said, "It will burn me!" We were confused...until we thought...HOT pink...she thinks Hot as in temperature...we are still laughing!


Here is that sweet Hot pink little girl...she needed glasses to keep the sun out of her eyes. And yes, she says the glasses work better upside down!

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Not Me Monday



This is free therapy provided to us all by MckMama. Head over to her site and read all about what she has not been doing this week!

NOT ME!

This week was a slow week for things I need to confess. Slow, does not mean I am free of the need to confess things, just not a lot of interesting things you will want to read about. But, I will press on!

I have morning hall duty on Mondays for the month of March. Last Monday, I was up early enough to make it to work in plenty of time. I woke up my six year old and handed him his clothes (which he usually puts on all on his own) and went to get everything ready to leave. I went back to check on the unusually quiet child and HE WAS BACK ASLEEP! I did NOT then startle him with a loud shriek that could wake the dead shake and a quick "GETUPANDGETDRESSEDNOW!" Nope, not me!

I went to start the car and load the bags and then came back in to grab his lil' sister and called to him again... When I got no answer, I did NOT begin to increase the intensity in my voice. Nope, not me. He had fallen asleep on the couch...so I told him to get his shoes on...and went to get his sister. It never dawned on me that the 2 pair of identical shoes sent to me from my sister would cause any kind of problem. Nope, never did!

We got in the car and half way to school, he said to me, "Mom, my toes feel funny in my shoes." I did NOT huff and puff and say in a very irritated voice, "Well, are they on the wrong feet?" Nope, no irritated me here this week! He switched shoes and I figured all was well.

Until we got to school and he mentioned that his shoes still felt funny. So I opened the door and looked at him and said, "Well, that is because you have two left shoes on! If you had put your shoes by your bed like you are supposed to, this wouldn't have happened!" Nope, I never said that to my six year old! I did not then call my husband to tell him to please bring him one right shoe to school without giving an explanation! Nope, not me, I always leave plenty of details when I leave him a message!

I then went to my room so frustrated that my kid would have to walk around in two left shoes. I did not then go to turn on my computer only to find it was not there! Nope, not me...I would never have taken my computer home for the weekend and then LEFT IT THERE! I would never be so irresponsible or unorganized! Not me! I did NOT wonder, "HMMMM, maybe that is where he gets it from...."! Nope, not me!

I did NOT post this on Sunday night either! Nope, not me. I would not break the rules like that!

What have you NOT been doing this week?
(stay tuned for a pretty funny post on Mark helping Will with math work...I did NOT want to post another Not Me on Mark!)

Monday, March 2, 2009

Not Me Monday



Welcome to Not Me, Monday! This is a fun way to confess some of the things that we do in the course of a week that we may not confess otherwise. No judgement here, we all feel each other's pain and laugh as we read thinking, "I have done that too!"
Jump over to
MckMama's blog, the originator of this fun confessional, to see what she has NOT been doing!

Here We Go- A Not Me About My Husband

My husband has been playing basketball on Monday nights at the church with "the guys" for years now. He enjoys it and now takes Will with him most of the time. They leave at 6:30pm and usually get home around 9pm. Monday they came home around 8 ( and I was NOT the slightest bit disappointed since Caroline was almost asleep and I was going to have an hour to myself!!!) and I met them at the door to see Mark limping. He said he thought he sprained his ankle (I did NOT think, "Oh great! Now he is going to be a baby for the next few days about his ankle." I also did NOT think, "What did he think would happen at his age, playing ball?")! He was walking on it, for a while. Later in the night, kids asleep, he struggled to walk down the hall and screamed for my help! I did NOT yell back to him, "BE QUIET BEFORE YOU WAKE UP THE KIDS!" I also did NOT get concerned when I got to him and he was pale white and sweating profusely! My first thought was NOT, "Oh great, if his ankle is broken, I won't be able to go out with the girls this weekend!" (his ankle is not broken, by the way)

I did NOT roll my eyes at said limping husband on Tuesday when he came home from work and said he thought he had a hernia (I also did NOT have to get him to tell me what a hernia was either). I asked him how long he thought he had this hernia and he said @ 6 weeks. I did NOT think, "Why is this the first time I have heard about this?" I did NOT roll my eyes again when he told me he had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday to determine if he had a hernia. And I certainly did NOT ask him to make sure that if he had to have surgery that he schedule it for AFTER the ACC Tournament!

On Wednesday, after a very long day in which I left the house at 6:40am and did not return until 8:45pm, I did NOT forget to ask him about his doctor's appointment. I did NOT give him an "I told you so" look when he told me the doctor does not think he has a hernia. I did NOT stay up until midnight grading papers on Wednesday. And I certainly did NOT almost scream at above mentioned husband when he walked into the bedroom at 12:15am and asked me for a thermometer because he thought he had the flu! I was NOT screaming very loudly in my head either, "Really? I mean seriously? In three days you have had a broken foot (NOT), a hernia (NOT) and NOW THE FLU?"

I did NOT take his temperature (99.0) and did NOT lie to him and tell him that he had a definite fever and probably the flu. I did NOT get him some advil and tell him to stay on the couch so he would not contaminate the rest of the house. And I did NOT then go crawl back into bed and fall fast asleep!

I did NOT go to school the next day and laugh about all of this with my fellow teachers!

And lastly, I did NOT tell my three year old that it was still the middle of the night when she woke up at 7am on Saturday morning! I did NOT get mad either, when she did not fall for it!


Happy Not Me-ing!