Fire! Fire!

Yesterday Cole had the firemen come to his class to talk about Fire Safety. They had a "smoke house" trailer they were able to go in to see how smokey a room can quickly become. His homework was to go home and talk to us and make a family plan if there was a fire.

Love it. So we did. Our plan is to GET OUT! I told them anyway, break a window, any door, and we all meet at The Newcomb's house. They are our family meeting spot.

See quick and painless. Homework complete. Good Talk. Until the questions began.....

Brad - But what about our pets?
Me - Good question, you're only job is to GET OUT. If you leave the door open I promise they will all follow you.

Cole - How do I get out with the screens on?
Me - Another good question. If you open the window and kick them, it will come off and then you GET OUT!

Brad - But what about my colors?
Me - Leave the colors, your only job is to GET OUT.

Brad - Will the firemen go back in and get my colors?
Me - The firemen will show up to put the fire out, just make sure you GET OUT! I can buy new colors. I can't buy a new you. So GET OUT!

Cole - You will buy new colors? I really need some new colors.........


In Brad's typical fashion, he came home and drew an artistic representation of what was going on in his little head.... He called it "Get Low and Go!" Notice we are going to the MTPL. He said that means MEETING PLACE. Spelled it all by himself. I love that knucklehead. And if anyone needs a birthday gift idea for Cole, please send new crayons before we have to head to the MTPL. Pyro ;-)

And so it begins....

Out of the blue, Cole decided to make a sign for his door. I don't like it.

The following day Brad decided to make signs for his door.


It's funny to see their differences sometimes. We also have been doing stuff to their rooms. Brad really wanted a yellow lego room with a cork board. I painted him a cork board, and this is what he did to it. O well, I like his creativity.

We ordered FATHEADS for Cole's soccer room. He wants to be a professional soccer player and move overseas. Humph.



Messi is the best player in the world right now. Cole still likes Christian Ronaldo better because he has dark skin. HA!

Brad is asking me to make a Christmas Tree for his baby owls. Right on brother. I have no idea what he's talking about and it makes me smile.

Weekend of Fun

Keith is leaving this weekend for a cross country. He's suppose to take one every quarter. He's been on one, to Dallas, in the 15 months we've been here. I guess he's due for one more before he gets out.

You read that right - Keith's palace chase paperwork has been approved. He is set to get out by December 1st. Now we are just waiting on a FedEx start date. Yea! Gulp....

So, this weekend it's just me and the boys. They don't know it, but I'm vowing to myself it will be a "yes" weekend. I will have to strike the word no from my vocabulary. Sometimes I feel like all I ever do is say no - but not this weekend. If they bring up camping I will have to find creative ways to get out of that one!!!

AND, I'm off to buy Keith's Anniversary gift. It's kinda for me, but I can't stop thinking about it! 10 years is poultry right?

My Me Space

I am surrounded by great friends and family. You fill my heart over and over again with your thoughtfulness, and love. I hope everybody has someone they can call all day everyday, someone who knows you better than yourself, someone willing to make sympathy cards for your daughter with you, someone to take you out for a laugh, and call you out when you are wrong. I do. I have a solid core of friends that I only pray that I'm equally as good a friend to them. I love you all.

Melissa got me a birthday gift this year. She is always so considerate when it comes to gift giving and has ALWAYS been able to write the perfect stream of words out to express herself.

She knows that tulips are my favorite flowers. Melissa also knows that my house in Idaho had a saying written on my wall.

"Bloom Where You Are Planted"

I stuck by that motto with every Air Force move. God put us there for a reason. He needed us planted and to grow at each location. Many times those locations were NOT our first or even second choice, but we have loved each place we've been assigned. Bloom where you are planted reminded me to spread the fruits of the spirit, to get involved, and to take advantage of each city because our time there was short.

I promise this all ties together!

So she gave me this gift of a beautiful canvas painting:


On the back is a note that reads:

Jennifer, "Bloom where you are planted" - one of your favorite quotes. Tulips - your favorite flower.

I chose this gift for you to bring you a sense of renewed strength each time you see it. I pray that you will once again be able to view springtime with a full and peaceful heart.

Your sweet Carrie will be with you forever in your heart and soul... and in Heaven, you will one day hold her hand.

I love you, my dear friend ~ Sister of my heart, Melissa K

So I've created a Me Place in my bathroom. To see and read every morning. It is a reminder to continue growing, to not just survive, but to thrive. I cherish it. And I love my dear friend.

Cool Kid

All the cool kids INSIST on argyle socks with shorts and tennis shoes. I dig his style. Please God don't let anyone make him conform to the norm!

The Gingerbread Man

Brad's story this week is the gingerbread man. They made hats today and I think went on a little scavenger hunt for a gingerbread man. He wore it all day walking around the school looking for Mr. Gingerbread Man. Here is Brad's hat:


I think they had to decorate it. One would think with items having to do with the story...... or maybe not???


And this:


Get your mind out of the gutter. It's CLEARLY a pair of scissors. My baby wore that on his head. All.Day.Long.

Say WHAT?!?!

I heard a song on the radio today. Call it funny, or a joke, but I will do everything in my power to prevent my boys from having this attitude:

All alone the other I get to drinking and thinking about the woman of this old world,
Well I known quite a few but between me and you I ain't never met the perfect girl,
They either ain't that fun or way too young or they ain't got a lick of sense
Well I dunno if she exist but I'm making up a list that I'm checking 'em all against

(Chorus)
She gotta be five foot eleven
She smells like heaven
She was born in eighty six or maybe eighty seven
She got full intention of getting her P.H.D.
She got some big ol' boobies
A countrified booty
She's a certified bonified cold blooded cutie
If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be
Won't you tell her bout me

Well I don't mean to sound picky but relationships are tricky and I'm looking for a perfect fit,
I want a smoking hot honey with a whole lot of money who's favorite thing is sharing it,
Well you can't really miss her hell she may be your sister but whoever she might be,
You'd be a real life saver if you do me one favor and put in a good word for me

(Chorus)
She gotta be five foot eleven
She smells like heaven
She measures thirty six twenty four thirty seven
She got full intention of financially supporting me
She got some big ol' boobies
A countrified booty
And she don't get mad if I watch dirty movies
If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be
Won't you tell her bout me

You can tell her that I'm all alone and to call me if she would
You can tell her frickin anything as long as it's all good

(Chorus)
Well She gotta be five foot eleven
She smells like heaven
Let's me do what I want to twenty four seven
She got full intention of letting me be me
And you know she got some real big boobies
A countrified booty
And she thinks cleaning house is a womans duty
If anybody knows where the perfect girl might be
Won't you tell her bout me

[Thanks to J.T. Schofield for lyrics]


Makes me think those "horrible songs" we grew up listening to aren't really that bad now! Remind me that the boys aren't allowed to listen to new Country music either. We will be parking the dial on XM Prime country. Thank you very much!