crayon roll winner, Ida and technicalities

Aunt Becky was randomly chosen as the winner of the crayon roll. I assigned everyone a number, and then another number if they followed or blogged about. Talk about confusing. So I had this list of initials and the numbers, punched the numbers into Random.org and taa daa.
So, Aunt Becky, I will be emailing you for your info. Don't forget about the yoplait give away I have posted until Wednesday. Although we live in an older house so I'm wondering if we'll lose power when Ida appears (her path has not changed, and all joking aside, I need to get some grocerys) Phil leaves in a couple hours, then it's just me and the kids to ride the storm out. Call me later to make sure I haven't run away.

What the!! (updated)

I had just been told that I needed to take the little kids to school in the morning because of training Phil had in Milton.
Then he gets a phone call.
Training canceled because they are opening shelters in the morning.
PLEASE NO! that means school has been canceled for Monday and Tuesday. Wednesday they were already off because of the holiday. All because of Ida. I guess if I were to take her seriously, I need to get some canned food tomorrow, because you know, I procrastinate.

So, I finish typing this up, post it, and Phil gets another phone call.
He is to report to work at his normal time, sign a shelter form, grab his shelter shirt (that has been sitting on his desk since the start of hurricane season) come home for 2 hours to get his stuff together...that would be shove as much possible into already damaged shed) and be at the shelter at 11a.m. He is working the special needs shelter from 11-7 Monday, has to stay over night, work again 7-7 Tuesday, if they don't close the shelter, the same schedule applies to Wednesday. Oh wait, he has 6 kids, a wife and dog...where are they? At home. Alone. UGGHH. I suppose if it gets bad, we can go to the shelter too, and I'll just bring Schnookie to Jon's house. Yeah, that will work right?

Random

I'm going to write a book. It's going to be a best seller. It's going to be hilarious.

If my kids attitudes don't straighten up, I'm going to commit myself to the funny farm for a day just to get away from all the whining.

I'm going to get the nerve to speak up in front of a crowd. Not right now, but soon.

The whining at the Synagogue is getting ridiculous as well. Tell me, if you want involvement, what would you do?
A. Nothing, only show up to services at Holidays or meetings
B. Show up regularly for services and skip the football games
C. Show up for services and participate.
I choose C. We go to services regularly. We participate. Phil more than I, but that's because I have a fear of crowds. He teaches Sunday school, he is on the Ritual Committee and Building Committee. Kids go to Hebrew school and Sunday school, the older 3 are in a youth group.
Of course sometimes it feels like we must have the wrong last name or something because the way some people choose to treat us. But then there are the people who only come to services when there is a meeting or on a holiday. During the meetings, they whine because of lack of involvement and how they want things to be different, yet these are the people who never come to services at all (except for the above mentioned). I say, you get involvement when you yourself participate and want to be involved. I'm a member of the sisterhood, sadly, I don't participate. Why, because I don't even have me time. But someday. What would you do?

And last, my little raggedy doll. Isn't she the cutest? I'm thinking of making a couple for a toy drop or two. She's a whopping 4 1/2 inches long...was a total pain to turn, but so worth it in the end.

Newton's third law: law of reciprocal actions

''To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction: or the forces of two bodies on each other are always equal and are directed in opposite directions''.

or as I will lovingly put it....karma sucks.

Morris came home in a bad mood. Made worse by me when I told him no T.V. He stormed into the hallway screaming that I never let him do anything and proceeded to start slamming the door. Over and over. I guess he was trying to get a reaction out of me. He wound up getting a reaction out of the sliding linen closet doors. The next door slam promptly brough the sliding door off the track and it fell on Morris. Not on Morris exactly, but against the other wall with Morris under it. He started yelling for me, but since he slammed the door, the hall door was blocked. I guess it was a good thing Jack was in the back of the house.
What did Morris learn from this? Mommy still doesn't do anything for him (because I did not help him out, Jack did) and that if he slams a door, one will slam back.

Morris is a terror

I can say that because he is my son. I know I'll get bashed by some people for saying that, but he is. Really.
Last night, I was being a bad mom and not paying attention to them downstairs (that would be 2 steps, but downstairs is downstairs right) I had a deadline on some photos that needed editing and they were supposed to be doing homework. Morris let out a scream that you wouldn't believe and it was promptly followed by sobbing. His nose was swelling, and the tip of his nose was starting to bruise already. I called Phil to see if you could break a nose without bleeding. And he did this how? By swinging on the A/C cord that is normally beyond his reach. He let go and flew and hit a little table we have lovingly dubbed "the menorah table". He blamed someone for making him do it.
Fast forward to after school today. My deadline was not yet here, I had about 40 pictures left and told the kids to read a book until I was done. Morris decided he wanted to fly again and did the same thing he did last night. The exact same thing. This time though, he caught his cheek on the table and bruised it, busted his lip and cut his gum. That boy is trouble. Now I am afraid to leave them alone because Bean was watching.
Tonight at dinner, I was sitting at the end of the table, Morris was sitting by Jack on one of the benches. He got mad because he didn't have any sweet and sour sauce left for his rice. He took his fork and stabbed Jack in the arm, Jack now has a nice fork hole in his arm. All because I could not get the sauce to him fast enough. Then he yelled "I'm not eating this" so I told him to go to bed, he ate. Then I made him go to bed.

Cancer Sucks (show and tell)

My uncle Owen is still fighting leukemia. His immune system is non-existant. My friend V, my friend Jill, both fighting. What saddens me most is the little ones this horrible disease claims. Recently I found out that one of the little girls Phil and I used to babysit in our newly-wed days has cervical cancer. (she's not so little anymore and has a little boy of her own, but still). We seriously need to buckle down and find a cure, one that isn't temporary. this is my Uncle Owen, Aunt Theresa and cousin Forrest. They are still in Texas at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center. They have been there most of the year...normally they just live an hour away. They very much believe in the power of prayer, so if you have a spare one, please say it for him, V, Jill, Megan and everyone else affected by this monster.

Last month was breast cancer awareness month...I'm never on time, so this post shouldn't come as any surprise to those who know me.

According to the American Cancer Society, one in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer within her lifetime; that's 12 percent of all women who will be personally impacted by the disease. How Can You Help Contribute to the Cause?Yoplait makes it easy for people to participate in the fight against breast cancer by saving and mailing in their pink lids from Yoplait yogurt cups in September and October. For every pink lid mailed in by December 31, 2009, Yoplait will donate 10 cents to Susan G. Komen for the Cure®, up to $1.5 million, with a guaranteed minimum donation of $500,000. In addition, you can visit YourLidMatters.com to create online lid collection teams. You can also engage and inspire friends, family and colleagues to join the cause. During the past 11 years, Yoplait has donated more than $22 million to the breast cancer cause through Save Lids to Save Lives and other initiatives, and last year, participants across the country helped Yoplait meet its $1.5 million donation goal to Susan G. Komen for the Cure.

Yoplait and MyBlogSpark recently sent me a "Promise to Make a Difference" gift that includes a free coupon for Yoplait YoPlus Yogurt, a breast cancer awareness bracelet, and a leather jewelry case. The jewelry case is really cute. It opens up and there are two little pockets with buttons that snap shut and a little drawstring bag. The bag has a piece of velcro that attatches at the bottom so you can take in and out as you please.

They are going to give one to one of my readers as well. All you have to do is tell me your favorite yogurt in the comment section. I'll randomly select a winner November 11th. Please make sure I have a way of contacting you. If I get enough entries, I'll send a second person my gift pack that was only opened to see the inside of the jewelry case. Cause' you know, I'm a nice person and all that.

Please note that this coupon is void in LA, NV and ND. I was not monetary compensated, I just recieved the gift pack.
To see what everyone else is bringing, visit Mel...and don't forget to say a little prayer.

This is a GIVEAWAY post

obviously I don't know what I'm doing here. If I did, I would have more than one comment...woe is me. Anyone want to tell me what it was?
I'm not giving up, this will work one way or another. It just depends on ya'll.
Go HERE and enter...it's fun, it's free, what have you got to lose?