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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Basketball Mom

Brandon is clearly insane.

Annie made her school's basketball team....which is shocking, because she barely knows anything about basketball.  But whatever.  October-December is a slow season for us, with only piano lessons, voice lessons, school band, chorus, pitching lessons, scouts, and spell bowl, so adding basketball was a no brainer.  We've got
all kinds of time.
The basketball coach is looking for volunteers to
1) be the book score keeper - and I really have no idea what that involves
2) be the clock operator - and I really have no idea what that entails
3) be the statistician - and I really have no idea what that even means

So insert Brandon's insanity here---->He suggested that I be one of the volunteers.
It's a general rule at our house that we
I don't pay bills in a timely manner, 
shower on a daily basis,
wear matching clothes,
change sheets,
or clean the toilets when most people do.
Because I'm, ummmm, what's the word?


1) I'm...busy.
2) I know very little about basketball.
3) I have being responsible at sporting events anxiety because of the time I was forced to be a line judge at a volleyball game when I was in Jr. High, and the umpire/referee/whatever you call them asked me if a ball was in or out and I had no idea because I was in JR. HIGH and I was too busy looking at boys in the stands thinking about how to excel academically, and I just called the ball as in, which was in opposition to my own team, resulting in parents in the stands booing me!
Crazy heifer parents.
So I don't do books or judging or score keeping.  I just don't.  Especially for sports of which I have no knowledge.... which is, basically, all sports.  So husband of mine, you better take that crazy talk elsewhere.  If I'm at a game without children, I'll be eating popcorn and sitting on my behind,

Henry: Inmate 7

This is the crazy bull-loney I have to put up with.

I'm just trying to watch me a little Orange Is The New Black in the other room, and Henry's gotta go and make a mess.
Ima try to not shank his behind.

That boy's straight Beat Up from the Feet Up, yo!
Yeah.  I'd totally never make it in prison.
Never make it.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Morning Schmorning

We're not claiming to be 'morning people'.

Come back after coffee/sippy cup hour.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Adam of Africa

I've always thought that I was fortunate to have an extended family full of culturally, religiously, and ethnically diverse people.  And, apparently, my Adam has decided to embrace some of that diversity....as his own.  

That Adam is quite the character.
And of all my kids, the fact that it is Adam declaring that he's African is the least surprising thing any of them could say all day.

Percy Cat

We've got ourselves a new cat.

Well he's not quite new anymore.  I actually brought him home a couple of months ago in an act of weakness/rebellion.  Weakness in the sense that I have a soft spot for cuddly new baby creatures, and rebellion in the sense that Brandon was out of town and, thus, unable to make me immediately return the cuddly new baby creature to it's previous home.  My sweet cousin, Debbie, lives on a farm down the road and always has a few cats hanging around and, inevitably, a few kittens.  I went over one evening to pick up a few dozen eggs, and saw four little orange kittens hanging around the back porch.  After discussing the cats for....oh, 3 seconds....Deb asked me if I wanted one.  And after about....oh, 2 seconds....I said,


This girl has Crazy Cat Lady potential.

I sent Brandon a message when I got home with this picture:
I mean, really.  How do you say no to that?
And look at sweet Lucy, with her new baby Percy.
And then there's rough & rowdy Henry.
But as the rock band Nazareth said..........
Love Hurts.

So now....the Mouths To Feed tally:
7 children
2 adults
2 dogs
2 cats

It's totally doable.

The River Camp

Since I've begun talking to myself on a more than regular basis, I've recognized it as my sign to start blogging again.  I use this blog as an outlet to the chatter inside my head, so I'll start spewing my nonsense once again.

(I know this makes my Momma happy.)

The weather here today is absolutely gorgeous.  At least for the moment.  I think it will be cooler and wetter as the day progresses, but at this moment....it's as beautiful as they come.  I love having the windows open, and airing out the stink of these seven children.  And I just generally love the feel of wind blowing through the house and the smell of autumn air.

Love it.
Love it.
Love it.

This past weekend was equally gorgeous, and I was lucky to be spending it at one of the most gorgeous places around.  My parents have a camp, which is lovingly called The River Camp by my people.  It's like a little piece of heaven for my family.  I know my cousin Marla is giving me an Amen.  I think she'd live there if she could.  Hell, I would, too.  They have a karaoke machine.  What's not to love?

This is the back porch.  I spent hours on this back porch on Sunday.  A house with an awesome back porch is by far my favorite kind of house.  
It's so peaceful and so pretty.
I just love it.
And speaking of love it, here are my
parents, the creators of The River Camp.  
Aren't they the cutest?
I just love them to pieces.
And I think I love them more than my brother or sister do, so they should
leave The River Camp to me in their will.
(Because, whoever gives them the most grandchildren, 
in turn, 
loves them the most.)
Here I am, painting a picture of the view from the back porch.  I love that iPhone's now have a self-timer, so you can take selfies without it actually looking like a selfie.  I could just act like I was in the midst of creating a masterpiece while someone else, unknowingly, took my picture. But we all know, I actually took the picture of myself all by myself.  
And here I am again, in a photo I shockingly did not take myself.  But I'm in my typical camera-shy mood, as usual.  I was at camp this past weekend with two of my girlfriends and without children.  Hence, the relaxed look of cheer on my face.

But it's back to reality now, and I currently have a Kix stuck to the bottom of my foot.  So off I go!  

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

But Cats Always Win

Somewhere outside
right now
on this rainy afternoon
is a very angry cat
named Lucy.

And inside the house
warm and dry
is a girl
named Sara
finding it all very funny.

Lazy, And Lazy Some More

Summer time is here! Every year I'm sooooooo ready for the school year to end.  The late nights of homework and signing planners and science projects-(yuck, to the nth degree)-turn me into Angry Momma.  But by the end of summer, I'm craving the regular bedtime and scheduled days and the daytime hours of less-kid freedom.  But today, on just the second day of summer break, I'm still feeling rather nostalgic about the whole thing.  I've missed seeing these smiling, freckled faces.  Watching my big kids hanging out with one another....chatting....taking walks....turns me into Lovin' My Life Momma.  And I'm certainly lovin' these kids.

Yesterday morning was check-up day at the pediatrician's office for Annie and Frankie.  They both had immunizations to get, and poor Annie is still sore today.  (Insert eye roll here.)  She's so much like me.  Bless her heart.  And after we got home and relieved Miss Lexi, (the newest addition to our babysitting staff,) we had some R&R.  The kids sat in front of the TV or had their noses in their favorite books for the remainder of the day.  Laziness at it's best.
Yesterday's Facebook post:
Relaxed.....yet, crowded. That's summer vacation. :)
And today is equally carefree.  
Joe & Annie: chatting in the kitchen....
Adam & Jack: eating honeysuckle by the garden....
Me: not washing dishes....
And I have no plans to steer this day in a different direction.  :)

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

My jelly and my Jellyman Kelly

I can't believe it's been so many weeks since I've written anything.  It's certainly not because of a lack of things to say, that's for sure.  It's a lack of TIME.  But such is life with eight children.  (I mean seven children and a husband.)

I spent most of yesterday's hours making strawberry preserves.  (And by most, I mean twelve.)  And even though twelve hours making 100 pints of preserves seems like a chore and a half, it really wasn't.  When I do things like that, in this same kitchen where my Momma did it when I was a kid, with the same kind of music filling the air, it hardly seems like a chore.  I know it's a special gift what I have.....living in my childhood home.  Walking across these same wooden (albeit sticky) floors, looking out into this same backyard (now littered with bikes), and seeing my little boys eating their peanut butter & jelly lunch in this same (embarrassingly messy) kitchen where I ate my mother's peanut butter & jelly lunch....it's overwhelming awesome.  But now Mr. Henry is smearing his peanut butter & jelly all over the table and in his hair, so the nostalgia is wearing off.
 But he's so dang cute....
....so he's forgiven.

Henry and Mommy...signing off.  Hopefully we'll be back soon!

Final Note: I can't make a PBJ without thinking about and singing Jellyman Kelly by my fav James Taylor. Listen to this, and I'm sure you'll be singing it next time, too.


Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Let It Go

I went to bed last night at....get this....7:00!  I've been straight whooped, ya'll, so our night off became my goodnight-early night.  Sigh.  It was so nice.  As I was getting settled in bed, I had my Jack come in the room.  "Will you cover me up & tuck me in?" I asked.  A smile from Jack.  "Sure, Mom."  And so he did.  And he did a great job.

And I even got a kiss on my forehead.

A few minutes later, I heard Adam sneak in to use my bathroom.  I called him over to where I was all tucked & snuggled in....and I asked him to sing me a song.  "Are you serious?" asked his sweet, dimpled face.  "Yes," I said.  "But I get kind of embarrassed to sing," he told me.  "Then I'll close my eyes," I said.  So I closed me eyes, and his sweet, soft voice sang.

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation,
And it looks like I’m the queen.

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried

Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always have to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well, now they know

Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door

I don’t care
What they’re going to say
Let the storm rage on,
The cold never bothered me anyway

It might be the most overplayed song of 2014, but it's definitely my new favorite.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Gulp...Mammogram Time

I love how they say, "Hold your breath and don't move," during a mammogram.

'Cause who's moving?

Who's breathing?

But, jokes aside...get those mammies, girlfriends!


Thursday, March 20, 2014

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Sometimes I really miss my days as a teacher. I only taught for a few years before I started having all these kids, but I worked really hard, I had the most fun, and I did a damn good job, if I do say so myself.  But there were days when I thought to myself, or maybe even said out loud to my teacher buddies, "Teaching would be a lot more fun if all these kids weren't here!"  But I loved those kids, and I miss that part of my life.  I miss it a lot. And the fact that I occasionally found my students annoying didn't make me any less of a great teacher. It just made human. So I'm writing this tonight because I need a reminder. Some familiar thoughts flashed back to me a few minutes ago in the form of, "Being a mom would be a lot more fun if all these kids weren't here!" I'm having a night where I find them a bit annoying, and the whole process of parenting seems majorly not fun. But I know that I work really hard at this job. I know that I'm having a lot of fun, (and so are the kids).  And I know I'm doing a damn good job. And I know one of these days I will look back on this time of my life and miss it.  I will miss it a lot.

So Sara.


Breathe in.

Breath out.

You got this.

Alphabetizing Wins!

I'm excited that my two, new purchases just came in the mail!

But Mom! It's so much faster if we look up the words on the computer!

You are right! But use the dictionary, anyway. When you're an adult and not stupid you'll thank me.

Morning Meeting

Goals for the day:

1. Get dressed. All of us.
2. Brush teeth. ALL of us.

3. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We'll that's really all I got.

Wish us luck!


Sleep Well Sweet Babies

Ugh. I loathe being up so late. Because I know the morning will be here in a flash...

and I will want to CRY!...

because I don't want to get out of bed.

But the messes came quicker than I could even think about cleaning them today, and I had to take advantage of the quiet hours after the kids were in bed. Yawn. And now I've passed the exhausted point, and I'm into the restless phase. I just finished my last round of bed checks before I found my own. Annie and Joe share a room downstairs. They were both tucked tight in their covers to ward off the basement chill. Joe usually sleeps in his undies only, and ventures out of bed with a blanket wrapped around him every morning. Miss pre-teen Annie has started sleeping in tank tops and sweats...her days of nightgowns over, at least for now. Adam and Frankie are bunked up together in the room I slept in until I was in high school. I remember listening to Michael Jackson in that room...and Def Leppard...and Salt N Pepa. As I was painting that room before we moved in, I painted over 'I Love Joe' that I had written on the closet wall sometime in the early 90's. I guess I could have left it, because I have a new Joe whom I love. Adam is sleeping peacefully on the top bunk, as peaceful as any of the kids sleep. He's the first asleep every night, and gives us the least amount of trouble at bedtime. And Frank is on the bottom bunk. He required a little rearranging because his head was half off the bed. Frankie sleeps with a smile. And it's the sweetest smile. Jack shares the room across the hall with Kyle and Henry. Poor Jack. He's the least opinionated of the older kids, and he's stuck in the room with the undesirables. Kyle is the one out of bed over and over and over, making it impossible for his roommates to get to sleep on time. And Henry tends to stink up he whole room, just before bedtime, to make going to sleep as unpleasant as possible for poor Jack. But nobody is a better sport than him. He gets it from his dad. Flexible and easy-going. That Jack will make a good husband some day. Kyle usually manages to get Lucy in his room at some point, and she always ends up trapped. We make sure to crack the door before we go to bed, so she has the option to escape. As I went to rescue her a few minutes ago, I found the reality of the situation to be much different than I thought.

Poor Kyle barely even gets any pillow. I think KYLE needs rescued from LUCY!

And now I need to be rescued from my wakefulness. Off to bed for me!


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Not So Funny

Annie is still at basketball practice, so the after-school snack & chat was around a table full of boys. I eventually made my way to Joe.

Mr Josiah, how was your day?

It was pwetty good.

I saw a red face on your behavior chart. What's that about?

Oh, it's totawy not a wed! I just dwew a wed wobot instead of a happy face.

Are you sure?

Shua I'm shua!

Ok. Did you get into trouble on the bus?

Well just one time.

One time is too much. Why did you get in trouble?

I've just been kissin' on people.

Joe. Don't kiss anyone on the bus. Don't kiss anyone at school. If you want to kiss someone, kiss me.

I'm just gonna be done kissin'.

I think it's time for Mr. Joe to do his chores.

Joe. King of the funny face.


More Fish, Less Goldfish

Henry Baby.
Your neck is eating your shirt.
Time to cut down on the carbs.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Today's Mom of Seven Confession

My first confession should be that I actually do strange, confession-worthy things on a regular basis.  That being said, here's my strange behavior for this afternoon. 
Backstory:  I really dislike leftovers.  I think most foods tend to taste better when they are first made, and I generally choose to not eat them a second time around.  This is, of course, with the exception of dessert.  I will eat any cake, pie, trifle, pudding, or sweet & yummy concoction for every meal until it's gone.  As a rule.  But I prefer to eat my supper that night for supper and not for lunch the next three days.  And usually there aren't many leftovers in our house to begin with.  On many occasions it seems that I'm buttering pieces of bread for Still Hungry Kids after the main dish is all gone.  (There are kids here in this world of 2014 who would think that whole bread & butter scene is appalling.  Thankfully, they aren't my kids.)  But we have times where the kids aren't particularly in to what I've made, or some kids haven't been home at supper-time, so we end up with a bunch of leftovers.  This past Sunday, Brandon ordered pizza for us.  I was a bit under the weather, so he ordered it, loaded up the kids, picked it up, and brought it home.  My precious spouse.  He got three pizzas, which actually borders on not enough, and a dozen or so breadsticks.  We were short a couple of kids, and the ones here were all surprisingly full after about 1/3 of what they usually eat.  So we had tons of pizza and breadsticks left over.  The breadsticks got stuck with a chicken soup dinner on Monday, and the pizza was lunch Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday.  Needless to say we are all over the pizza.  I'm sick of eating it.  The little boys are sick of eating it.  And I'm sick of it taking up a ton of space in my fridge.  I still had the equivalent of about a whole pizza left...some sausage and some pepperoni...but it was time for it to go.  But the particularly resourceful part of Sara cringed at the thought of just tossing out a whole pizza.  (But I cringed more at the thought of eating one more slice.)  So I decided to do something with what I had.  I decided to make pizza soup.  I peeled the cheese off of every slice, then scraped all the saucy stuff off the dough and into a pot.  Then I chopped up the big pieces of pepperoni & sausage, chopped up some cheese, and dumped it into the pot as well.  I added some tomato juice, and voila! the start of tonight's soup supper.  My feelings of resourcefulness are only slightly overshadowed by my feelings of being particularly peculiar.  But I don't care. 

It's soup.  How can you really mess it up?

Post Edit: The real confession should be that I have yet to get dressed OR brush my teeth.  And it's 2:43pm.

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Machine-Gun Sara

Wacky photo of the week:
It's like I'm some militant rebel with a machine-gun cat.
So strange.

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