THAT time of the month....

God is good all the time, and all the time God is good. But I have to ask....WHY make us women suffer "the curse"? Was it because Eve took a bite of that apple?

We have to deal with this all day for 5-7 days of each month for most of our lives. It has names...Aunt Ruby, Mother Nature, Flo, or my favorite "Surfing the Crimson Wave". We have to deal with tampons and maxi pads. We have to shop for a piece of cotton that is supposed to catch and absorb the wave. There is no Small, Medium and Large....rather, it's Lite, Regular, Super, or Super Plus. God help the woman who has to have the latter. But wait a minute, the tampon itself might not be enough protection, so let's add a maxi pad or panty liner to the mix. You have the tiny panty liners, then you have the long length panty liner, the regular maxi pad, pads with Wings (cause it just might want to fly off), and then pads long enough to stretch from our belly button all the way to the small of our back. What is that about? And then the cramps, headaches, zits and moods that come along with it. I go from pretty nice to touch-me-and-I'll-kill you. And the kicker....the appetite. Oh dear....I went to Target today on my lunch break cause I needed to pick up a few things. Well, apparently chocolate covered raisins, a dozen cookies, 3 packs of gum and 2 bags of Gummis found their way into my shopping cart. I've devoured one bag of gummis and half a bag of raisins already. And I'm just PMS'ing....

PRECIATE YA EVE! You just had to have a bite of that apple.....

Where's the bathroom?

From the title of the post, I know you must be thinking something totally different than what this is really about. I'll just come right out and tell you that is has nothing to do with the title. Kevin and I started teaching the 2nd grade Sunday School class at church this month. I missed the first week because I was out of town, so Kevin taught it by himself. I taught the next week. We are learning about the Bible this month...to obey it, read it, learn from it, and respect it. The kids are doing great in there, and they ask a lot of good questions. And as much as you might prepare for a lesson or think you know the answer to everything, there is always that question that completely throws you for a loop...because for some reason (even in church), you were not expecting it. Well, that happened last week.

I'm quizzing the kids, and they are answering everything. Then out of the blue, one of them asks:



"Where does God come from?"



My initial response in my head was "huh? Don't you mean where is the bathroom?" :) I quickly push that thought aside and answer the best way I know how to a 2nd grader. I have to carefully choose my words because the answer could then lead to more questions that are hard to get a 2nd grader to understand. So I simply tell them that God is a being, a spirit....God just IS. We don't know how God came to be, but that our faith in God is enough to make us understand and believe that He exists and that He is the Creator of all things, including us. I couldn't explain that He is infinite....because how do you explain that in terms a 2nd grader can understand? How do you explain that you can't define God in terms of time? He has just always been.

My answer seemed to satisfy them. Thank you God for helping me through that answer!

Until next time....

My Hubby....

I have been tagged by Heather (sweet friend from church) to share some information about my hubby....

1. What is his name? Kevin Dewayne Dunn
2. Who eats more? He does....I obviously look like I do, but he will eat twice each night.
3. Who said "I love you" first? I have no idea....that was so long ago
4. Who is taller? Kevin
5. Who is more sensitive? That would be me....he is so laid back it's dangerous! :)
6. Who does the laundry? I do everything but his work clothes....he does that himself. I ain't touching that stuff. :)
7. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you're at the foot of it looking at it, that would be me.
8. Who pays the bills? We both do, although I'm very anal about it so I will sometimes take over his part of them.
9. Who cooks more? I would have to say it's about even...especially in the summer when we have the grill going so much.
10. Who is more stubborn? Me....aren't I always right?
11. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? See #10
12. Who has more siblings? He does...4. 2 brothers and 2 sisters
13. Who wears the pants in the relationship? I would like to be Biblically correct and say he does, but let's be honest.
14. What do you like to do together? being outside, anything sports related
15. Who eats more sweets? Kevin....he is a Reese's PB Cup freak
16. Guilty pleasures? he dips
17. How did you meet? My dad introduced at Crawdaddy's. I sometimes wonder if he regrets that...LOL!
18. Who asked whom out first? He asked me...
19. Who kissed who first? I would have to call it even on that
20. Who proposed? He did...if that's what you wanna call it.
21. His best features and qualities? He makes me laugh....always has. Even when I'm so mad at him I could spit fire in his eyes, he makes me laugh. That's why I love him so much
22. Tag you're it. Who do you tag? Mary Hughes, Heather Mikel

Oh no....

How many times have those two words come out of your mouth? They have come out of mine way too often....and most recently at church this morning. It's near the end of worship service, announcements are being made, and Avery gets up in my mom's lap. All of the sudden, we hear that dreaded sound.....yep, you got it. Avery "floated an air biscuit". OH NO!!!!!!!!!! I cannot believe it. My first instinct is to laugh of course. And then I think, "maybe no one heard that". Only the deaf would not have heard it. And that is confirmed as others around us are smiling, giggling, and I can see heads down and shoulders twitching, as they are trying not to make a big deal out of it. I have Walker on one side of me laughing, and Brody on the other. And it sure doesn't help matters that their dad is laughing too. I am defeated in trying to settle the masses down after what has just happened. This would only happen to me....

What will I get? If anything....

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be 35 years old. I am not a big gift kind of person. I don't really want anything, and there is nothing I really need. But I do appreciate a card....just to show that yes, I have been thought of today....especially from the kids. And homemade cards are the best.
But to be completely honest, I am curious to see if my husband will get me an appropriate card. And I say that because of a card I got one year. (Vikki, this story is for you because I know how much it tickles you to death).
It was either our first or second year together. My husband got me a card for my birthday. I open the envelope, and there's a cute little puppy on the front. awwww, I think to myself. But after reading it, I didn't think it was so cute anymore. And here's why:

"Nephew, a life without you would be ruff. Happy Birthday!"

Are you freaking kidding me? Nephew? I was so hurt. I know you're probably thinking, well at least you got a card. Which is true. But he could have put enough thought into it to read it to make sure it fit the bill. But no, let's just grab the first birthday card we see, sign it and give it to the ol' wife.
I now sit back and laugh about it, but I was hurt for a while. So husbands, wives....whoever you are reading this....be sure to take the 12 seconds or so it takes to read your card to make sure it's appropriate for the occasion...or better yet, the right person.

Car Line Drama

PREFACE: I have your typical middle child.

We have somewhat of a "Safety Patrol" at the car line where my boys attend elementary school. The patrol consists of roughly 10-15 current 5th grade students, headed by our P.E. teachers. Their duty is to open the car doors for the students to make the flow go smoother. Well, Brody quickly picked up on what they are supposed to do.
The other morning, I pull up to the sidewalk to let Walker and Brody out. Walker is in the front seat, and Brody is in the back. One of the patrollers walks up to the front door and opens it to let Walker out. He then proceeds to go to the car behind me....which means, you got it, Brody is left sitting there in the car. Well, that went over like a lead balloon. Brody sits there, backpack on, lunch box in hand. He doesn't budge. Our conversation, for lack of better term, follows:

G: Brody, get out of the car.
B: No
G: Brody, get out of the car right now!!!
B: No! They are supposed to open the door.
G: Brody, I'm going to whip your tail if you don't get out of this car.
B: No momma! They are supposed to open the door, and I'm not getting out until they do!

Well, needless to say, I come unglued. I'm holding up the car line, people are watching me and him yelling in the car. So I look at one of those patrol kids, point to him, and point to Brody and mouth the words "OPEN THIS DOOR". God bless him, he comes scurrying over there to open the door. I must interject at this point to apologize to the little fella, whoever he is, if I scared him in any way. I was not directing my anger at Brody towards him. I was just trying to avoid having DHR called out on me because of my stubborn child.
The next day, I pull up, and one of the P.E. teachers sees me and quickly tells the workers to be sure to open the back door also. :) I guess they learned real quick to check the car carefully before walking off. I bet they are wishing they had not signed up for this job.... :)

Football Jamboree

Walker had his very first football jamboree on Saturday. Kevin had to ride up there with Troy, you know...so they could go over some defensive stuff. So Tiff and Cierra rode up with me and Avery. I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a "Tiffisode". :) She's always good for at least one any time I see her. LOL!!! So here we go down the interstate, talking and laughing. Then Cierra, out of the blue says, "momma, Ms. Suzanne said we can call her daddy Fat Daddy". I thought Tiff was going to roll her head up in the window to prevent herself from jumping out of it. You have to know Tiff to know that she was rocking back and forth and flopping around in her seat like a fish out of water. "ooohhhh, Cierra. You can't call him Fat Daddy! Surely that's not what she meant". "oohhhh Me. Ohhhh Cierra. You can't call him that". It went on and on and all I could do was laugh.
So anyway, on to the jamboree. These boys were absolutely precious in their uniforms, pads and helmets. I was about to cry because it was so sweet. Yes, I realize boys are usually not "precious", but these are! We only played 2 periods, and we got beat 6-0. One of our running backs, Darius, broke through for a long run but was tackled around the 10 yd line. And unfortunately, we couldn't score from there. But on Darius' run, Walker blocked his guy and literally drove him back for 20 yards. It was such a GREAT play. I was so proud for him. Then the other team had a long run, where Walker was held by TWO of their players, and it was not called. So that's when they scored their touchdown. Now, I'm not saying if Walker wasn't held that he would have tackled this guy. For all I know, he could have run by Walker like a blur.
But I must say with confidence that if we had a chance to play the whole game, we MIGHT would have come back and won. Or at least tied. We played our hearts out. I am very excited about the football season! Go Tigers!!!!!
FYI....it's Big Daddy, not Fat Daddy.... :)

Pictures to follow later....