Gonna try this one more time!

I changed the settings so it should publish automatically! We'll see!

Testing

I am trying to link my blog to my facebook. Wish me luck!

I have requests....

I have been asked to update this more regularly and have been given the use of a computer that does not piss me off so I will...starting next week.....be updating from the summer and into this year.

In the mean time: MEET

Moo Shu.....

More details later.......

We interrupt this broadcast......

Hello...My name is Cindy...and I have a problem. Since admitting you have a problem is the first step to healing I am on...well...step one.

You see I have a new addiction that has consumed all of my free time and some that was not. Exactly as I predicted when I opened my FACE**BOOK account. You got it..in early Feb. But I am slowly but surely recovering my grasp on the outside world and will hopefully be back in the saddle soon.

I have a lot of catching up to do.....

Footloose and fancy free.......

*** This was actually written in February and never posted*****

Well, we spent the weekend before last with friends....no better way to spend time is known to man...or his family.......

Dear Jesus.....UPDATED

Now I have no problem with religion. And I try to encourage my children to pray.
To that end, at the request of the Popstar, we tend to pray before dinner. Now since it is her idea we ask that she take her turn as it comes. That's why tonight I had to fight the battle to not roll out of my chair laughing. Cause I try not to mock beliefs. But when one hears:

Dear Jesus,
Bless this food. And the salt and pepper. And the ketchup, mustard, and dip dip.........


Well one must chuckle..........if only on the inside.........lol................

***Update: "We" have actually been asking God to bless the salt and pepper on a regular basis. The other condiments only if they are on the table.......Sacrilegious?? Your thoughts? She always remembers the soldiers, friends, and family members and usually the cat....can you pray "wrong" ......does it really matter? I mean really..... does God care if you ask him (Or in Popstars case Jesus) to bless seasonings? As long as the intentions are good? It's not like she's praying to the shakers or the Clover Valley folks...****

Thbbbbbttththth...

Every family has games they like to play. Well at least I assume they do cause ours does and we seem to be pretty normal. For the most part. On a good day. If no one looks too closely. But I digress as I often do.

Last night Popstar talked us in to a round of the family favorite:

Hide and Sneak.

You know that game....

The one where you turn off all the lights in the house and let your kids run pell mell through it in the dark? Then the smallest one and her helper of choice, armed with the flashlight, sneak around trying to find the hidden ones?

The one where you come to the startling realization that most of your kids and all of your pets fit in the dryer? And your husband doesn't?

The one during which, and for some unknown reason, your toddler insists that somebody may be hiding in a toilet bowl and therefore both of them must be inspected EVERY time?

The one where someone inevitably gets hurt and everyone else laughs? Till they cry?

The one where your toddler accidentally paraphrases a Tom Hanks quote and brings you to your knees at your husbands expense?

Yeah, that's the one we play alright......

Allow me to set the scene:

It was a dark and stormy night....well it was dark. Popstar and I were "sneaking" and had just finished a through perusal of the master bath toilet "just in case Mommy". As we rounded the corner into the room proper out of the silent darkness there came a noise. A horrible sound instantly recognised by all in our house.

I bit my tongue to keep from laughing in the hopes she hadn't heard it. And then hit my knees in convulsive laughter as a small voice from beyond the flash light piped up indignantly:

"Daddy, there's no farting in hide and sneak!"