Music

Let's just go with a general topic. I have no filter when it comes to music. I'm sure there is some random music that I do find grotesque or plain ol' bad but not often. I either don't care, don't mind it, or like it. Not to say that I take the time to listen to all sorts of music because I don't. I don't mind country but I don't leave it on a country station when I'm flipping around on the radio. It would be easiest considering every station except three are country... I don't mind classical. I like rock. I like some heavy metal but probably not all. Mostly I listen to christian music. Even though every other musician is redoing the same song. It doesn't make me like the songs any less... We have a lot of great secular music, though. Anyways, I just thought I'd confess my love for good and bad music. If it's music, I like it.

Let's end with my kids' favorite songs: Twinkle, twinkle
ABC's
All in All( Which is from one of those kids remaking grown-up songs cd!)

Here's a grinder!

So in the last week and a half I have had the pleasure, nay, the priviledge, of going to the dentist not once, not twice, but thrice. I am thrilled because I don't have to go in for another two weeks. Hooray for me! I was even lucky enough to get a denist who just graduated from dental school... in may! Double hooray! I 've got lots of crap in my mouth. That is not what I meant to say!!! I meant I have to get a lot of crap done in my mouth!! I don't have crap in my mouth(or in my crack). I started out with pain which is why I went in. I came out with pain because they practically drilled down to the root of my tooth which was a little tramatic for toothy. When that pain subsided I had new pain due to millions of canker sores in the back of my mouth, under my tongue which caused me to believe that I might have some sort of infection or perhaps strep. That was fun. I thought i should get it checked out because I coudn't actually see the canker sores. that tongue is a buggered to see around. I drove an hour and fifteen minutes into Abilene to get checked out and since I took the time to drive in they thought it wise to fill some more cavities for me. No sense in wasting all that gas for nothing! So thoughtful! Left with a fat lip and a fat filling. More discomfort. Went back two days later to get a crown. Those are awesome! They numb you up again and file down your tooth, jam things into your gums, which still causes some discomfort, put goo in your mouth and you leave with some temporary thing they'll rip off in two weeks. I'm so excited. And I just can't hide it. I'm about to loose control and I think I like it! At least this time I came home with some codene!! Definately lucky for me! Now we're about to take off on a trip to see Ben's family and if this temp crown happens to come off it has to be put back on within 12 hours! I'll let you know!

What the...?

My kids aren't aloud to say that. Their aunt Tara used to say it all the time and that's how they got started. At first it was funny, maybe even a little cute, but if you were to finish the sentence, what would most likely follow? My kids shouldn't be saying, "What the hell." They should say things like,"Oh goodness, What is going on?" Or even, "Pardon me, Did I hear you correctly?" But saying you-know-what is crossing the line. I also don't let them cuss in general. It's not a good habit and so many are completely offended by it so I made a rule. No cussing.
We have some other rules in our house. You can only pee outside if you're already out there and you have to be discrete. None of the shorts at your ankles business. Not very inconspicuous... You have to flush the toilet. I don't really want to see what you've accomplished, or haven't accomplished, today. We also have a rule that if there's poop in your crack you lose a sticker on the helping chart. But, if you go straight into the toilet you get two stickers! This is only the case for our middle child, fyi. Ben doesn't really struggle with that anymore. Well, sorry this is such a dirty post. Who knew I'd have so much potty talk. Not me!

Wash My Dishes: An Ode

 

Oh, who would wash my dishes?
My hands are ever so weary.
A two year old is no help.
Only water,
water,
water,
everywhere.
Hark,a voice calls out.
Hello?
Friend?
Yes, a friend.
A friend to lighten my load.
A blessing, a smile, a ray of sunshine on a dreary day.
Oh, who would wash my dishes?
A friend indeed...