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Monday, November 21, 2011

The First Thanksgiving

According to my 5 year-old and his adorable poem for Tuesday morning's Thanksgiving Chapel service at his school. Let's hope he slows it down a little bit and isn't quite as distracted while he's up on stage. Oh, and that he doesn't forget the verse about having the Thanksgiving feast....

Here they are, my #kidstalkinturkey:






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Thursday, May 5, 2011

What It's Like to Have Three Little Boys

You have your hands full I hear all the time.

Monkey is 6, Bear will be 5 this weekend, and Cub will be 3 at the end of the month.  And yes, they do have a crazy amount of energy.

So, what is it like to have three little boys to take care of?

Most days, it doesn't feel like three- it feels more like this:



But, they make me laugh, they give the best hugs, and they love their mama.

And I love them so much!

Even if I do need a bottle glass of wine after they go to bed every night!

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Just Dance Thankyouverymuch

It's here. The big day when I embarrass myself by showing you just how much I can't dance.

But, I can still completely ROCK a high score on the Nintendo Wii game "Just Dance."

You can look like a retarded stringbean when you dance(name that movie) and still get a good score. Though, since the diet isn't going so well, "string"bean would be the best description. Butterbean? I don't know. Mmm, I love butter.

I danced down in the mancave. Shell claims no responsibility for the mess in the mancave as it is not her personal space.

In my yoga pants. Comfy things, those.

Since, really, you could probably care less about what my high score is, but like to laugh at people making complete fools of themselves, first comes my highlight/outtakes reel. I have no idea why both videos got combined in this first one...I wanted to have two different videos...oh well- my high score is right after the montage.

Yes, you are allowed to laugh. I laugh. It's a good thing to be able to laugh at yourself.

If the videos do not appear for you, refresh the page and they should show up.


Done laughing at me yet?

Really, it's fun to jump around and be silly.

And no, I hadn't had anything to drink.

Though I fool myself into believing that I dance better when I've had a little drink.

My high score for the short version of that song is 10,985: for those of you who found that too painful to watch all the way through.

Are you still laughing at me?

Thankyouverymuch.









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I know that there are few brave souls out there who are dancing along with me today. C'mon: your videos can't be any more embarrassing than mine. There's even a very creative gal who decided to play along, even though she doesn't have a Wii! Please go visit these fabulous people!


There IS another dance contest coming...so be prepared!


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P.S. I'm updating the buttons on my scrolly-thing:  if you have mine and I don't have yours, please let me know so that I can grab you back!

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Dance Videos from the Man Cave

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Hubs, BIL, and I are super-competitive. Super.

Okay, maybe it's just Hubs and I.

Neither one of us likes to lose.

If, by chance, someone dares to even come close to beating me in a trivia game: it is not pretty.

So, when we play Just Dance for Wii, we have rules.

We play through all 32 songs and keep a score sheet of our individual scores. Though you can all three dance at the same time, we choose to go one at a time. Random draw the first time, then every time after that, the person with the highest score on the previous song has to go first, while the lowest score gets to go last. We try to make it fair.

You get a point for each song where you had the highest score. We play the short version of each song.

After we cycle through all the songs, we each get to pick whatever song we want and dance to the long version of it. Whoever has the most points on that song, gets three additional points. Gotta keep it exciting.

I totally love that Hubs and BIL are willing to play this game with me.

Though, as my thanks, and because I've had many requests for this, I'm posting a short video of them playing. I'm sure they appreciate it. Good thing they don't read my blog.


This first video is only a minute long. It starts out with Hubs dancing to "Ring My Bell," but you have to listen to BIL's commentary on it, which is hilarious. Right after that is BIL shaking it to "Girls Just Want to Have Fun," followed by Hubs again with "Jin Go La Ba" or something like that. I totally kick ass on that song.

Note: our competition takes place in Hubs' man cave. It is his room to do with what he wants and I am in no way, shape, or form responsible for the condition of that room. We keep it locked so the kids can't go in there and get lost.



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Daffy promised me that she would laugh herself sick, even if no one else does.

What really would make you laugh yourselves sick is what I wish I could post: Hubs dancing to "I Like to Move It, Move It." He'd had enough rum at that point, he and BIL both think they are pirates, that he hiked his shorts all the way up and then made them into a thong and shook it. BIL and I were dying laughing. But, no one else needs to see my Hubs' ass. Not literally anyway.

He knew I was taping it and said, "Shell, what the hell are you doing?" and I replied, "It's for my own personal entertainment."

What I Meant to Say: I'm keeping this video forever as blackmail and if you ever really screw up, it will be on my blog and facebook, where I'll be sure to tag your ass for all to see.

What else I do have for you, though, are my little guys dancing to "Who Let the Dogs Out." The little guy in the purple singing at first is Bear, followed by Monkey. I don't know what happened to the sound when I moved the video upstairs for Cub and I to dance to "Wannabe." It's less than a minute.



Oh, in case you are wondering: I won the game with Hubs and BIL:
Shell: 12 songs + 3 bonus points
Hubs: 10 songs
BIL: 10 songs

My bonus song of choice was Spice Girls' "Wannabe" with a score of 19,673 and a max combo of 27.

If you've done better, please don't tell me. The competitor in me can't take it.

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Monday, November 30, 2009

Time out from the serious

Since I've had several days of being serious(if that's what you are in the mood for, check out some of my posts from this past week), I thought I'd take a break and show you Cub, who always makes me smile- even with milk dripping down his face.

The video is less than 10 seconds long.

Just try to watch him and not smile: Happy Monday!

Cheese!

P.S. My cousin's baby is scheduled for heart surgery at the end of the week. Pray for strength for the little peanut, who will be 3 weeks old when he has his surgery.

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