Midnight,? Really Now.

Well, Wolverine is coming out at 12:01 on Thursday and the boys want to see it. Yes, it is a school day the next day. So will I be a bad mom or a good mom. Although it depends on who you ask, what one considers good, others consider bad.

Edited to add: Nope, I didn't let them go. Still curious does that make me a bad mom or a good mom. Whatever, I'm the mom.

Maybe this time?

He is Risen! He is Risen Indeed!

Okay so I'm a day late but the message is the same, "He is Risen, He is Risen Indeed!"

Isn't it amazing that our God allowed his perfect son to die for us? Can you even imagine what our life would be like if He hadn't allowed it? I just can't fathom.

We did the resurredtion eggs in Sunday School and the forgotten cookies. I'd made each of the girls a beaded cross pendant, I really enjoyed making them.

J's girlfriend spent the day with the family. They had a great day and we had a great day giving them a hard time. We'd take turns going and sitting with them in the living room. It was simply to annoy them and it worked.

Example:
I went in and sat down.

J: "What're you doing, Mom?"

Me: "Just came to talk."

J: "Is that necessary Mom?"

Me: "Yeah, I think it is."

Small talk, small talk, small talk and some more small talk.

J: "Awkward silence Mom."

Me: "Really? I hadn't noticed."

J: "Mom, can ya'll disperse now?"

Me: "I guess."

I head back to the kitchen and say to Cindy, "Your turn."

And the Judge Said . . .

Guess how I spent my morning? I spent it in the court with my J. Remember the wreck, now we had to go take care of the ticket. It wasn't too painful but still. . . I was late to my inservice. The judge likes to see the teens so that he can really "give them a talking to." Nothing wrong with that.

Now I'm sitting here in my workshop hoping I learn more about my blogging experience.

Silly Man

So I'm sitting here almost asleep watching, sort of, a tv show. (My purse and cell phone are in the other room with my hubby.)

Hubby: "Your phone's ringing!"

Me: "I'll call them back later."

Hubby: "It might be important."

Me: "It's probably a wrong number."

Hubby: "But what if it's important?"

Me: heavy sigh as I get up to answer my phone. By the time I get there it is no longer ringing. ?Suddenly it starts ringing again. I check the name and what do I see? Wait for it. . . .


"Hubby"

Me: Laughing. "What are you doing? I thought you said it could be important. I got up from my comfy position and you're calling me from the next room?."

Hubby: "But it is important. We want a cake." He says with a smile."

So what do i do? Head to the kitchen and make brownies (I didn't have a cake mix.)