Rules:
1. Post rules on your blog.
2. Answer the six "4" items.
3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving them a comment.
4 Things I Did Yesterday: Went to church, went to a small group Christmas party, practiced singing for a Christmas party tonite, made a ham ball
4 Things On My Wish List: my kids to never fight, my husband to think I am a genius, help putting away the Christmas decorations, the body I lost somewhere in the 90's
4 Things I Look Forward to: heaven, my kids not fighting, my husband realizing my intelligence, anytime I'm with family (for how long depends on which family, but all is good for some amount of time)
4 Restaurnts I like: Panera (for Breakfast), Tacos Garcia if in Amarillo, La Madeline w/o Jason, Baker Brothers when I'm with Jaylee and Wes
4 Favorite TV Shows: Grey's, Private Practice, The Factor, don't know what else
4 People I Tag (You're it): Amy, Katy, Sydni, Tara
Monday, December 15, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Someone worse than me
Most of the time I like to think of myself as a strong person... I don't mean able to lift heavy weights, I mean mentally and emotionally strong. It happens every year almost without fail that during October or November, I realize I am weak... Not only weak, but miserably weak!!
October and November just happen to be 2 of my most favorite months of the year. Not because of Halloween or Thanksgiving, (which Thanksgiving also happens to be my favorite holiday) but because we have 4 birthdays at our house... And I don't necessarily love the birthdays in and of themself, but I love the...................................cake.
I love birthday cake, or wedding cake... the kind with the icing that is pure crisco and hardens your arteries before you can get up from the table... which would not be so bothersome had I not been blessed with high cholesterol.
So as I eat another piece of birthday cake tonite, I came to tell my husband of someone worse than me. Isn't that what we always like to do, compare ourself to someone worse, so we won't look so bad?
So, after my confession, I want to share with you the stories of someone worse than me.
I have a friend, you know who you are, who is addicted to sweets. I did not believe her when she told me, but after her confessions....... I will let you decide for yourself.
Example 1===My friend often makes trips out of town and on her way home picks up a bag of something.... usually something sweet. After she has had her allotment, not having the stamina to stay out of the candy, she tosses it to the back of the vehicle. This is an excellent remedy, except for the times she cannont help herself, and she stops the car to get the bag at the rear of the car. Poor lady......
Example 2====My friend bought some chocolate candy and could not stay out of it. She really tried. So after countless atempts, she did what any intelligent person would do, she threw them in the dumpster. NO problem..............until, she could not stop thinking about this candy. So you guessed it, she went to the dumpster to get it out. Fortunate for her, it was all individually wrapped.
I dearly love this friend, and you too may have some addiction, not a bad addiction, but something that you know better, and yet you just can't help yourself.... If you can relate, I feel your pain. And in the morning, when I get on the scales, I will feel my own pain...
October and November just happen to be 2 of my most favorite months of the year. Not because of Halloween or Thanksgiving, (which Thanksgiving also happens to be my favorite holiday) but because we have 4 birthdays at our house... And I don't necessarily love the birthdays in and of themself, but I love the...................................cake.
I love birthday cake, or wedding cake... the kind with the icing that is pure crisco and hardens your arteries before you can get up from the table... which would not be so bothersome had I not been blessed with high cholesterol.
So as I eat another piece of birthday cake tonite, I came to tell my husband of someone worse than me. Isn't that what we always like to do, compare ourself to someone worse, so we won't look so bad?
So, after my confession, I want to share with you the stories of someone worse than me.
I have a friend, you know who you are, who is addicted to sweets. I did not believe her when she told me, but after her confessions....... I will let you decide for yourself.
Example 1===My friend often makes trips out of town and on her way home picks up a bag of something.... usually something sweet. After she has had her allotment, not having the stamina to stay out of the candy, she tosses it to the back of the vehicle. This is an excellent remedy, except for the times she cannont help herself, and she stops the car to get the bag at the rear of the car. Poor lady......
Example 2====My friend bought some chocolate candy and could not stay out of it. She really tried. So after countless atempts, she did what any intelligent person would do, she threw them in the dumpster. NO problem..............until, she could not stop thinking about this candy. So you guessed it, she went to the dumpster to get it out. Fortunate for her, it was all individually wrapped.
I dearly love this friend, and you too may have some addiction, not a bad addiction, but something that you know better, and yet you just can't help yourself.... If you can relate, I feel your pain. And in the morning, when I get on the scales, I will feel my own pain...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Something to look Forward To
You can fill in the blanks. Maybe going to the dentist, pediatrician, just about anywhere....our "something" just happens to be going the eye doctor.
It was an ordinary kinda Monday in Dalhart, TX. We had pleasant weekend, and no one would have suspected what would happen. Jaylee had an eye appointment. She had lost her bifocal eye glasses in less than a year and was complaining about headaches. So as any good mother with vision insurance... I made her wait until insurance would pay for a new eye exam.... (disclaimer--we were within 6 weeks of insurance paying)
So I head off early to our appointment, 3 kids in tow. We arrive and the aid takes us to the little machine you look into that does most of the work for the eye doctor-you don't even have to read anything- this machine does all the work for you. You just have to hold your head still....which we had trouble doing that day.
When we arrive in the acutal office, we all find a place to sit ( littlest and most likely to get into trouble is on my lap) Jaylee now is to cover one eye and read the smallest letters she can read. She reads the lines from R to L... Why? you ask, good question. So we tell her, read it like a book...L to R. Still she want to read R to L. (Oh, well)
After a short wait, the doctor comes in. We like the doctor. All 5 of us use him, and today --we abuse him.
Kolin pipes in, "My mom said you are wierd." (which I did not say at any time, but why should this poor may believe me) I try to act like Kolin doesn't really know what he's talking about.
During the exam, which took 1 1/2 hrs, Jaylee would not hold her head still---she kept bobbing up and down and looking around the funny face mask, she read from R to L-when she read,. Most of the time, he would ask her what is the smallest line you can read, and she would say "#2 or #3"-and not read it out loud for him to see how close she was getting it.... he would say please read it for me, and she wouldn't---SHE WOULDN'T. (She does not practice not doing what she is ask to do, so I was wondering if we should be at the hearing doctor instead of the eye doctor.) The poor man knows what prescription she had before in the bifocals, and eveything that Jaylee is telling him now is she needs no RX... This is all for the distance part of the exam.
We now start the reading part. It went from bad to worse..... our poor doctor friend was at a loss. Finally, he opens a drawer and pulls out 2 glass circles and holds them up to Jaylee's eyes. He tells me what he would do is get her a pair of +150 reading glasses at the Dollar Store.
I did not mention that our middle son is part cat. He likes to rub his head on things, people, whatever, it really does not matter. He has been sitting in the chair like Mork from Ork. If you don't know about Mork and Mindy, you might try to catch it on Nick or something.
The smallest boy has been on my lap and for the most part very good. As the patient doctor leaves us, Kolin speaks up once again, "My mom says You're not funny."
Not only is he disrespectful and embarrasing, he thinks using my name gives him some sort of authority.
As we leave, the doctor is asking his aid to come in and interpret for him and a spanish couple who are supposed to be able to talk English. I look at this poor man and tell him he should cancel all his patients and go home.
I had ask the doctor before we left if he had any children. He said, smiling, one daughter who was less than a year. I tell him he has something to look forward to. Many of you have had similar experiences, and the rest of you have something to look forward to.
When relating this to a friend, I ended it with I wish the father had been there. She laughed in an understanding way, knowing that I meant that none of this would have happened if the father had been there.
It was an ordinary kinda Monday in Dalhart, TX. We had pleasant weekend, and no one would have suspected what would happen. Jaylee had an eye appointment. She had lost her bifocal eye glasses in less than a year and was complaining about headaches. So as any good mother with vision insurance... I made her wait until insurance would pay for a new eye exam.... (disclaimer--we were within 6 weeks of insurance paying)
So I head off early to our appointment, 3 kids in tow. We arrive and the aid takes us to the little machine you look into that does most of the work for the eye doctor-you don't even have to read anything- this machine does all the work for you. You just have to hold your head still....which we had trouble doing that day.
When we arrive in the acutal office, we all find a place to sit ( littlest and most likely to get into trouble is on my lap) Jaylee now is to cover one eye and read the smallest letters she can read. She reads the lines from R to L... Why? you ask, good question. So we tell her, read it like a book...L to R. Still she want to read R to L. (Oh, well)
After a short wait, the doctor comes in. We like the doctor. All 5 of us use him, and today --we abuse him.
Kolin pipes in, "My mom said you are wierd." (which I did not say at any time, but why should this poor may believe me) I try to act like Kolin doesn't really know what he's talking about.
During the exam, which took 1 1/2 hrs, Jaylee would not hold her head still---she kept bobbing up and down and looking around the funny face mask, she read from R to L-when she read,. Most of the time, he would ask her what is the smallest line you can read, and she would say "#2 or #3"-and not read it out loud for him to see how close she was getting it.... he would say please read it for me, and she wouldn't---SHE WOULDN'T. (She does not practice not doing what she is ask to do, so I was wondering if we should be at the hearing doctor instead of the eye doctor.) The poor man knows what prescription she had before in the bifocals, and eveything that Jaylee is telling him now is she needs no RX... This is all for the distance part of the exam.
We now start the reading part. It went from bad to worse..... our poor doctor friend was at a loss. Finally, he opens a drawer and pulls out 2 glass circles and holds them up to Jaylee's eyes. He tells me what he would do is get her a pair of +150 reading glasses at the Dollar Store.
I did not mention that our middle son is part cat. He likes to rub his head on things, people, whatever, it really does not matter. He has been sitting in the chair like Mork from Ork. If you don't know about Mork and Mindy, you might try to catch it on Nick or something.
The smallest boy has been on my lap and for the most part very good. As the patient doctor leaves us, Kolin speaks up once again, "My mom says You're not funny."
Not only is he disrespectful and embarrasing, he thinks using my name gives him some sort of authority.
As we leave, the doctor is asking his aid to come in and interpret for him and a spanish couple who are supposed to be able to talk English. I look at this poor man and tell him he should cancel all his patients and go home.
I had ask the doctor before we left if he had any children. He said, smiling, one daughter who was less than a year. I tell him he has something to look forward to. Many of you have had similar experiences, and the rest of you have something to look forward to.
When relating this to a friend, I ended it with I wish the father had been there. She laughed in an understanding way, knowing that I meant that none of this would have happened if the father had been there.
In case
This Blog is for all you Floyds out there who may be wondering:
"What am I gonna be doin' for Thanksgivin'?'
(cause that is how Floyds sometimes sound when they talk to themself)
Well, I have a little teaser for you:
Here are some photos from when Wes was the newest little Floyd. I forgot my camera 2 years ago, and seein' hows we do this thing regular like every 2 years... you better get on the band wagon now!
Dominoes anyone? and Aunt Neva, it is unfair to call for advice....
"What am I gonna be doin' for Thanksgivin'?'
(cause that is how Floyds sometimes sound when they talk to themself)
Well, I have a little teaser for you:
Here are some photos from when Wes was the newest little Floyd. I forgot my camera 2 years ago, and seein' hows we do this thing regular like every 2 years... you better get on the band wagon now!
Dominoes anyone? and Aunt Neva, it is unfair to call for advice....
have any of you heard of the infamous Montana Men Mafia? They are suckers for cute Texas gals.....
We would like to take this opportunityto appologize to all you out there who are not members of the Floyd clan. Ifin you can get in by any means, I would advise you do so without delay. There are always hugs to give/receive, stories to share, kisses from some, homemade waffles, (I hope there is rice casserole), and tons of love and laughter. It makes you want to go to Heaven, because that is what our time together is like
I love my Floyd Family!!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
41
I just had my 41st bday!.. it was not near as bad as 40.... After 40, I am sort of looking forward to the whole maturing thing...the worst part is the way your body starts to change....I had always heard about it, even seen it in others, but thought somehow that it would escape me ...but it has not-- and it is an adjustment
The main reason I mention the fact that I turned a year older, is because this was one of my best birthdays.... Jason planned (key word--planned) a time for us in Amarillo... baybsitter and all! It was his parents as babysitters and the kids loved that. Anyway, we went to Canyon to drop off the kids and then on to Amarillo.... I picked where we ate lunch.... what we ate.... and then whatever we did all day... shopping --even at the mall! and he did not complain ONCE--he did not even look like he was bored or irritated! Then he had gotten us a room at a nice hotel...and we changed and went to eat ---across town! still no complaints and then back across town to the movie-- a love story! and he stayed AWAKE! Then we went back to our hotel for the night. Next morning, we had a good breakfast and met the kids at church.---By the way, next morning was Wes' birthday---he turned 6! He picked where we ate lunch and opened his gifts... and we headed back to Dalhart. When we got home, I found 2 gifts on the porch waiting for me .... how sweet!
After church, Jason had to return something to a friend's house, and he ask me to run it up to the house, and they had a suprise party for me !!!! YEA... delicious fajitas with all the trimmings, and my favorite cake (baked by a dear friend--it was heavenly)
So Just when I think I have had a great bday, I get a call from my Wednesday Friends and we are going to meet at the BarH for supper on Tuesday... The funny part is I hated to be late, so when I was a few minutes late, I scanned the place for the girls, and did not see anyone. So I was seated at a large table and waited.... and waited.... and had these flashbacks from school and practical jokes.... I called my sister..... and then my friends walked in....( I did not realize the dependable friends were the ones who moved.) We ( except for Katy) all sat in the exact same place we usually do(we do the dinner thing for everyone's birthday) except it was sad that Amy and Teresa were not there....I realized how much I missed our Wed Times. I was sporatic at best, but that seems to be how we do things when we don't realize they may not always be there.
I would have to say I would put my friends and family up against anyones as the sweetest and most thoughtful....
I hope that your next birthday will show you how much you are loved and how blessed you are by those that God has placed in your life!
The main reason I mention the fact that I turned a year older, is because this was one of my best birthdays.... Jason planned (key word--planned) a time for us in Amarillo... baybsitter and all! It was his parents as babysitters and the kids loved that. Anyway, we went to Canyon to drop off the kids and then on to Amarillo.... I picked where we ate lunch.... what we ate.... and then whatever we did all day... shopping --even at the mall! and he did not complain ONCE--he did not even look like he was bored or irritated! Then he had gotten us a room at a nice hotel...and we changed and went to eat ---across town! still no complaints and then back across town to the movie-- a love story! and he stayed AWAKE! Then we went back to our hotel for the night. Next morning, we had a good breakfast and met the kids at church.---By the way, next morning was Wes' birthday---he turned 6! He picked where we ate lunch and opened his gifts... and we headed back to Dalhart. When we got home, I found 2 gifts on the porch waiting for me .... how sweet!
After church, Jason had to return something to a friend's house, and he ask me to run it up to the house, and they had a suprise party for me !!!! YEA... delicious fajitas with all the trimmings, and my favorite cake (baked by a dear friend--it was heavenly)
So Just when I think I have had a great bday, I get a call from my Wednesday Friends and we are going to meet at the BarH for supper on Tuesday... The funny part is I hated to be late, so when I was a few minutes late, I scanned the place for the girls, and did not see anyone. So I was seated at a large table and waited.... and waited.... and had these flashbacks from school and practical jokes.... I called my sister..... and then my friends walked in....( I did not realize the dependable friends were the ones who moved.) We ( except for Katy) all sat in the exact same place we usually do(we do the dinner thing for everyone's birthday) except it was sad that Amy and Teresa were not there....I realized how much I missed our Wed Times. I was sporatic at best, but that seems to be how we do things when we don't realize they may not always be there.
I would have to say I would put my friends and family up against anyones as the sweetest and most thoughtful....
I hope that your next birthday will show you how much you are loved and how blessed you are by those that God has placed in your life!
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
No Greater Joy
We have great news!
Jaylee confessed her faith in Jesus being the Son of God, and was baptized tonite, Wed Sept 3, 2008. Please join us in celebrating her decision to put her lord on in baptism. We are so proud of her.
Please pray to the lord, rejoicing and praising Him in whom we have placed our faith and trust.
I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth. 3 John 1:4
The Floyd's
Jaylee confessed her faith in Jesus being the Son of God, and was baptized tonite, Wed Sept 3, 2008. Please join us in celebrating her decision to put her lord on in baptism. We are so proud of her.
Please pray to the lord, rejoicing and praising Him in whom we have placed our faith and trust.
I have no greater joy than this, to hear of my children walking in the truth. 3 John 1:4
The Floyd's
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
It is official
It sounds really important when someone says: "It's official!"
If no one has been listening to you up until that point, all ears perk up...
Sometimes, people say "It's O..." because they want to announce the impending birth of their offspring, or because they have a new job, or even because they have made the "great "discovery... :)
Whatever the reason, when we see or hear that something is official, we all have a deep need to know this "official"news.
So, without further adue, "It's official, we have joined the homeschooler crowd." It was really easier than we (I) thought it might be. We have met several families, and we are very excited about school starting. Our curriculum should arrive the first part of next week, and we will be off! This is the first time since Jaylee was old enough to go to school that I am excited, and she is too... Wes and Kolin are excited too (they don't know any different)
We are lookiing toward our first field trip next Friday to the museum in Boise City for a living history day. There will be about 30 booths set up to demonstrate various things from the past. Example: wheat grinding, clothes washing, ice cream making,ect. My kids are really excited.
So we are off, and "It's official"
If no one has been listening to you up until that point, all ears perk up...
Sometimes, people say "It's O..." because they want to announce the impending birth of their offspring, or because they have a new job, or even because they have made the "great "discovery... :)
Whatever the reason, when we see or hear that something is official, we all have a deep need to know this "official"news.
So, without further adue, "It's official, we have joined the homeschooler crowd." It was really easier than we (I) thought it might be. We have met several families, and we are very excited about school starting. Our curriculum should arrive the first part of next week, and we will be off! This is the first time since Jaylee was old enough to go to school that I am excited, and she is too... Wes and Kolin are excited too (they don't know any different)
We are lookiing toward our first field trip next Friday to the museum in Boise City for a living history day. There will be about 30 booths set up to demonstrate various things from the past. Example: wheat grinding, clothes washing, ice cream making,ect. My kids are really excited.
So we are off, and "It's official"
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
The other PC
The first time I called Poison control, I was terrified. Not terrified that my child was going to die or be permanently disfigured, but that someone on the other end of the telephone line was going to think me a bad mother. Jaylee was less than one year old, and you would have thought too small to get into something she did not need to be in. Well, you would be wrong if you thought that way...
I thought that way, and she had gotten into my medicine. It was my Prednisone. If you do not know what that is, it is a steroid. I knew enough to know that I had to call poison control. I had the handy little magnet on my fridge. (the one the doctor gives you and you thnk to yourself "I will never need this" Emphasis on I...)
Anyway, it was fine, and they told me to give her some milk.....
#2 I had to call PC b/c Kolin ate half a tube of toothpaste... the tube says, do not eat, if you do call a doctor.....Remedy:drink milk
#3 Hello PC this is Leslee and my son just drank 2T of children's Tylenol after I gave him a dose....Have some milk...
Any patterns here?
#4 So today, I am doing some cleaning and using Bar Keeper's Friend. My granny always poured a little on the counter and used her rag to pick up a bit and do her scrubbing.... so like the lady with the ham butt, I do as I see... My little worker bees are in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and Jaylee (10 1/2) says Kolin (3 1/2) said this powder tastes bad....I look at the bottle... do not eat, if you do, contact a doctor... which to me means "hello, Poison control, this is Leslee (again)" When I pick up the phone to call for HELP, Jaylee tells me she had some too. Which is great b/c I can tell PC that not only am I a bad mother who doesn't watch her toddler, I also never taught my 10 year old not to put unknown things in her mouth...
Long and short of it is, Drink some milk!
It is humiliating to let others know you are a failure....It is scary that someone may come take your kids b/c you are doing a terrible job, and strike # ? of calling Poison Control could be your last....It is comforting to know that something that God gave us may be the cureall to what we need..... and it is good to know that a magnet on your fridge can stop alot of worrying.
So don't be afraid to call them if you find out that the small people in your care injest things you would never imagine....
I thought that way, and she had gotten into my medicine. It was my Prednisone. If you do not know what that is, it is a steroid. I knew enough to know that I had to call poison control. I had the handy little magnet on my fridge. (the one the doctor gives you and you thnk to yourself "I will never need this" Emphasis on I...)
Anyway, it was fine, and they told me to give her some milk.....
#2 I had to call PC b/c Kolin ate half a tube of toothpaste... the tube says, do not eat, if you do call a doctor.....Remedy:drink milk
#3 Hello PC this is Leslee and my son just drank 2T of children's Tylenol after I gave him a dose....Have some milk...
Any patterns here?
#4 So today, I am doing some cleaning and using Bar Keeper's Friend. My granny always poured a little on the counter and used her rag to pick up a bit and do her scrubbing.... so like the lady with the ham butt, I do as I see... My little worker bees are in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and Jaylee (10 1/2) says Kolin (3 1/2) said this powder tastes bad....I look at the bottle... do not eat, if you do, contact a doctor... which to me means "hello, Poison control, this is Leslee (again)" When I pick up the phone to call for HELP, Jaylee tells me she had some too. Which is great b/c I can tell PC that not only am I a bad mother who doesn't watch her toddler, I also never taught my 10 year old not to put unknown things in her mouth...
Long and short of it is, Drink some milk!
It is humiliating to let others know you are a failure....It is scary that someone may come take your kids b/c you are doing a terrible job, and strike # ? of calling Poison Control could be your last....It is comforting to know that something that God gave us may be the cureall to what we need..... and it is good to know that a magnet on your fridge can stop alot of worrying.
So don't be afraid to call them if you find out that the small people in your care injest things you would never imagine....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A REAL JOB
I am standing in the room. All eyes are on me. I can tell by their expressions they do not believe I possess any intelligence. This may be the hardest sell of my life.
I begin, "I know what I am talking about. Who do you think I am? I have been to college and have even graduated and have a piece of paper to prove it."
These people do not care about the paper, the college, or the fact that I have complete assurance that I am right in what I am talking about. These people are unreasonable. That doesn't sound like a horrific thing, but think about the word unreasonable.....it means can't be reasoned with... have you ever tried to reason with someone who is un reasonable?
It is impossible, and I am sure from the previous explanation, you understand the term impossible.
Who are these scary people? Why am I trying to convince them that I am an intelligent, capable person who they should listen to and heed my advice? You wonder, what group of unreasonable people would she waste her time trying to do the impossible with? She must be crazy...
no, I am a mother... of small children, and the people I try to convince I know what I am talkingabout are my children...Only a mother can understand, because from my observations, children somehow don't question their father's intelligence except maybe when they are older.
I have tried to emulate the father, do the way he does it, say it the way he says it, but alas, all my efforts are in vain. These little people don't believe me. They look at me as if to say, "you are good and you try so hard, but we know why you don't have a real job."
I am standing in the room. All eyes are on me. I can tell by their expressions they do not believe I possess any intelligence. This may be the hardest sell of my life.
I begin, "I know what I am talking about. Who do you think I am? I have been to college and have even graduated and have a piece of paper to prove it."
These people do not care about the paper, the college, or the fact that I have complete assurance that I am right in what I am talking about. These people are unreasonable. That doesn't sound like a horrific thing, but think about the word unreasonable.....it means can't be reasoned with... have you ever tried to reason with someone who is un reasonable?
It is impossible, and I am sure from the previous explanation, you understand the term impossible.
Who are these scary people? Why am I trying to convince them that I am an intelligent, capable person who they should listen to and heed my advice? You wonder, what group of unreasonable people would she waste her time trying to do the impossible with? She must be crazy...
no, I am a mother... of small children, and the people I try to convince I know what I am talkingabout are my children...Only a mother can understand, because from my observations, children somehow don't question their father's intelligence except maybe when they are older.
I have tried to emulate the father, do the way he does it, say it the way he says it, but alas, all my efforts are in vain. These little people don't believe me. They look at me as if to say, "you are good and you try so hard, but we know why you don't have a real job."
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