Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Now it's time to say goodbye . . .

. . . to all my company.


I'm gonna miss ya!


Okay, so in an attempt to avoid an awkward "goodbye," I came up with an even more awkward and borderline embarrassing idea - a dumb poem.

So what is this goodbye all about? You guessed it, folks, I'm shuttin' down alidotes.

I'm simply not feeling it anymore.

I don't have a grandiose explanation; all I know is that it's lost its luster, if there ever was any.

But I'm not going to close it completely in case I change my mind down the road.

For now, join me at Blessed Treehouse where I continue to blog about motherhood, family, and sometimes green living.

Love y'all.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Viva La Vida!

Check out this awesomeness!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Twitter and Parenting: Ouch!

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I hope you all are enjoying the heat as much as this kid!

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Big dog + Little baby = Picture Perfect

I can't claim this photo (it was forwarded to me), but as you can imagine, it makes me grin big.

Hammer Time

Friday, June 5, 2009

Dave & Jimmy - Funny Stuff

Thursday, June 4, 2009



Mom, Mommy, Mama, Ma, Dad, Daddy, Dada, Pa, Pop


Long term, team players needed, for challenging, permanent work in an often chaotic environment. Candidates must possess excellent communication and organizational skills and be willing to work variable hours, which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24 hour shifts on call. Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in far away cities! 
Travel expenses not reimbursed.
Extensive courier duties also required.

  • The rest of your life. 
  • Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily until someone needs $5. 
  • Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. 
  • Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 60 mph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf. 
  • Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers. 
  • Must screen phone calls, maintain calendars and coordinate production of multiple homework projects. 
  • Must have ability to plan and organize social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks. 
  • Must be a willing to be indispensable one minute, an embarrassment the next. 
  • Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery operated devices. 
  • Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. 
  • Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product. 
  • Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility. 
Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.

None required unfortunately. 
On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.

Get this - You pay them!
Offering frequent raises and bonuses.
A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent.
When you die, you give them whatever is left.
The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.

While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered; this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth, unconditional love, and free hugs and kisses for life if you play your cards right. 


Monday, June 1, 2009

Just for laughs

An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.

The boy asked, 'What is this Father?'

The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, 'Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is.'

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, an old and wart-covered woman hobbled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the woman hobbled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order.

Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous, twenty-something bombshell beauty stepped out.

The father said quietly to his son, 'Go get your mother.'