So, my neighbor come over and tells us, and by us I mean the Professor as I wasn’t home at the time, (because God was sparing the life of my neighbor that day) that the windows of one of their cars had been shot out by a pellet gun. Normal, neighborly information, right? Something bad happened. Want to make sure you are aware so you can protect your loved ones and your property,
Location, Location, Location: Planning For Your Disaster Area
by Gina Valley
I moved our pack’s craft table out of our family room and into our living room last month. The Professor was thrilled. It’s not that he doesn’t want our pack hanging out with him while he watches the Lakers; it’s that he doesn’t want our pack’s art supplies hanging out near the TV.
He really didn’t appreciate it when someone bedazzled the remote.
No, this isn’t a funny post. I know that, as my youngest daughter says, “Mom, you tell the jokes,” so you expect funny when you stop by. I’m honored to get to make you laugh, but I’m not going to do that today.
I had a different post planned for today. One that I hope will make you laugh. But,
Kids Crafting. Wanton Destruction. It’s a Fine Line
So, the parenting magazines and playground mommies finally guilted you into setting up a craft area for your kids. Great!!! Now you’re wondering which of the 5 billion different items in the craft aisle at your local discount store to hoard and bring home. No worries! I’ve made a list to guide you. Breathe slowly. You can do this. Probably.
Crayons – these little gems are supposed to be for coloring pictures on paper.
Toddlers and teens have a lot in common. They both say silly things, and get cranky if you wake them too early. Both have their own unique sense of style, and will take your makeup if you leave it out. They also both have a tendency to mouth off and toss a tantrum when upset. Yet, both have an amazing capacity to be gentle and kind when you least expect it.
What They Don’t Sell At The Flying J
by Gina Valley
Yesterday I decided it would be a great idea to herd my pack into our van and drive 3 hours to visit my great, great uncle and aunt. It seemed like such a simple thing to what I now realize was my clouded mind. About half way there we stopped at a Flying J Truck stop.