Fat Tuesday

It's Mardi Gras. A time the Columbia Encyclopedia says is 'the last opportunity for merrymaking and excessive indulgence in food and drink before the solemn season of fasting.' I'm looking through my cupboards, in search of something to feast on, but my cupboards are lacking in the indulgence department. Tonight will have to be a Dairy Queen night. Any day designated for feasting shall not be wasted.

In past years, Derek and I have given up a wide variety of things for Lent. Some include coffee, Pepsi, ALL sweets, etc., etc. (notice the food trend). Who knows what will be given up this year. I've still got 9 hours to think it over. One thing, however, will remain......

Merrymaking.

BLOG GAME!!

(I Got This From Kristen)

The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me!

My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! (Though I hope you will!)

2. What I create will be just for you.

3. It'll be done this year.

4. You'll have no clue what it's going to be. I don't even have a clue what it's going to be.

5. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? THERE IS NO CATCH!

The first 5 people to leave me a comment win a homemade gift!

It may not be great, but it will be fun!!

If you live in a different state, I will mail your item to you.

* * *Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!* * *

Get Inside My Head-

My Thoughts (unedited version)....

I'm doing breakfast dishes and staring out the kitchen window. Is it my imagination, or is our dog eating poop again?! Didn't I just feed her?

You know you live in a house full of boys when you pull out your stove and find these three things amongst the dust and crumbs: A Tape Measurer, A 'Home Depot' Racing Car, and A Pez Dispenser. "We've been lookin' for that guy." Says Jack, as he swipes it from my hand (dust and all).

Luke's Sea Monkeys are slowly dying and I can't look at the dead ones for one more day. (When they die, they turn an awful shade of black and float to the bottom) I've been debating with myself over the ethical treatment of Sea Monkeys for four days now. With 20 (or so) still living, would it be murder to flush the entire tank down the toilet? Aside from being unfair to the surviving monkeys, I'm afraid the sewer water will have some sort of morphing effect on them, similar to that of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The thought of scrubbing toilets and having one jump out at me is raising my anxiety.

I played Wii Fit with Evan last week. What a cruel game that is. First, it told me I was out of shape, and that my 'Wii Age' was 39. Then it told me I weighed more than I thought I did....10 pounds more. It polished the blow to my Psyche saying "Your balance needs work. Do you find yourself tripping when you walk?" Bite me, Wii Fit.

I despise nerds. Not the kind that wear taped up glasses and fix computers. The kind that my children received in their Valentine's. My kids cannot eat a box of Nerds without spilling at least half the box on the floor. My vacuum is Nerdaphobic, and refuses to suck them up. I find myself on my hands and knees gathering what I think is all of them, only to find the strays the day after (and the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that). I posted a sign on our front door that reads - NO NERDS ALLOWED!

Did you know, that no matter how hard you try, the smell of vomit will not come out of your carpet? I'll gladly accept tips on this topic.....

My kids look like tribal Indians. They 'tattooed' each other's arms, tummy's and faces yesterday with non-washable markers. Yes, I do keep a close eye on my children. They're just becoming increasingly efficient with their naughty behavior. It only takes a few seconds to scribble on your brother. Then you pass the marker to him and let him do the same to you. When Mom asks you "Who did this?" you point to your sibling and tell her the truth - "HE DID IT!"

Two of the boys have yet another Dr's appointment scheduled at 3:10 today. Sore throats. I give up. I'm going into hibernation. Wake me in April.

The above is just a mere sampling of my thoughts. I'd tell you the rest, but you may find it overwhelming. It is for me.

Happy Friday Night Party Night!

Happy Birthday, Dec!

(The cake from your 11th birthday)

To my little brother,

YEAH, YOU!

The more things change,

(Nice Mullet)

The more they stay the same.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the best little brother a girl could ever ask for.

LOVE,

Amy

Welcome To My World.

Last night after dinner, I sat on the carpet in our reading room and watched the boys wrestle. Wrestling is as much a necessity in our house as food & water. The boys held their very own contest to see who could catch the most air off of my reading chair, and who could 'pin a brother' for three seconds. I've been invited to wrestle once or twice. Most recently, however, I've been uninvited, and told that I "don't do it right."

(Maybe if I had my own pair of Jeff Hardy armbands, I'd be more proficient.)

No hard feelings. I'm perfectly content with my assignment as photographer.

BEHOLD WWE SMACKDOWN - OLIVAS STYLE

2.14.01

Eight years ago today, we received the most precious Valentine's gift two parents
could ever ask for.

Our miracle baby, EVAN JAMES.

5:32 PM

6 pounds, 2 ounces

20 Inches

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIG BOY!!

YOU MAKE US SO PROUD.

LOVE,

MOM, DAD, LUKE, JACK, LOGAN & WES

Call A Publisher...

Evan LOVES to write. He can frequently be found assembling his latest publishing with construction paper and a bind with no less than 20 staples.

I thought I'd share with you two of his latest books.

(What you read here is exactly how it appears in his book. I did not edit in any way)

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DAD

By Evan Olivas

This book is dedcetced to dad.

My dad has a black berry and a bible book.

He works at Jeppsen. He helps the pilots.

My dad has a brother named Dan.

My dad has a wife named Amy.

My dad has 5 boys.

My dad has a ring on his hand that got stuck.

My dad is a strong man. He goes running every morning.

My dad is 37 years old. He LOVES the Broncos.

MY DAD IS GREAT!

About the Author: I'm a great kid. I'm 7 years old and fast.

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Mom

By Evan Olivas

Copyright date 12/2/08

this book is dedcetced to Mom.

My mom is 33 years old. She has 5 great children.

She has a dad that is married to a persen called Annette. She has white skin just like my mom. My mom has a husband called Derek. He is my Dad.

My Mom has a lot to do each day. My Mom has a Pepsi every night.

My Mom has a book called twilight. My Mom has a pink blackberry.

My mom is a great mom!!!

About the Author: I'm 7 years old and 48 inches tall.

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HAPPY FRIDAY NIGHT PARTY NIGHT EVERYONE!!