Bike Rides

I love bike rides.

We usually go quite often to the farm market that is on a dead end street off of our road.  

It's called Boughton Road.

I think all the people who live on that road are Boughtons or are related somehow.

I love it!

But, last year, I  was ginormous.

Then, I had that little incident of death knocking on my door.

So I wasn't able to ride my bike at all.

Booohooo!

But yesterday when Isaac said "Mom can't ride her bike."

I took that as a personal challenge to get on my beautiful old blue Schwinn given me by my wonderful Father in law years ago.  He also got me one of those huge cushiony seats!  I love it!

One time when he was visiting for 2 weeks, we all went on a bike ride to the Boughton Farm Market.  

It's in their barn, lest you think it is a high class establishment.

My Father in law got to talking to the lady who owns it.

Well, Justus took off with the kids but I decided to wait for Dad. 

So, there I was on my bike.

He finished up and said goodbye to Mrs. Boughton.

And started walking down the drive 

WALKING

WITHOUT HIS BIKE.

Hahahaha!  I laughed so hard.

So did he.  

Then he sheepishly turned around with a smirk on his face and got his bike.  

Every time I go there, I remember my beloved Father in law laughing at his own mistake. 

I miss him.

Anyway, so today when we woke up, I said 

C'mon boys, lets go for a bike ride!

Hopefully this new-found "exercise" business will cause much needed weight loss.

We'll see.

I do so love my bike.

Happy Summer in March!

Confessions From the Breakfast Table Part 2:

Isaac:

Mom, you make the best "cninnaminn" rolls.

They are only a little bit disgusting.

Thanks Isaac.  

Happy Sunday!

Confessions From the Breakfast Table Part 1:

Chloe:

"Sometimes I say things and I don't even know what I am saying."

Me:

"Yes, yes you do."

Happy Saturday Everyone!

OUTRAGE!

This morning I had 3 dentist appointments for me and 2 of my children.
This is a new dentist office we decided to try.  My husband had been there before, but we hadn't taken the kids.
So, I got ALL 5 KIDS UP AT 6:30 and left the house at 7:30 to drive the 20 minutes to the office.

I was filing out paper work when they called Benjamin back.  He looked at me and I said, "Will you be okay?"
He said yes, he would be fine.  He's a big man now.

I finished the paper work and walked through the door and told the receptionist that I was going to check on my son.  She said OK.

When I got back there, the dental hygienist was flossing Ben's teeth.  I smiled and said "I just came back to check on him."  She stopped working and said that the dentist hadn't been back to see him yet, they would let me know when they did.  But she wouldn't continue working.  She finally, after moments of me just looking at her, said "Ma'am, you can't be back here."

HUH?

I can't be back here?

No.  You can't be back here.

So, I said "that is my child, I gave birth to him."

Yes, she knew that, but it is policy.  "We have found out that children behave better without their parents."

Again, HUH?

I AM ONE ANGRY MAMMA!


First off:  IS THAT LEGAL?  I mean, can they seriously take my child into a BACK ROOM where it is just my child and a dental hygienist in the room?  IN THE BACK ROOM????

Second:  Do you, someone who has never EVEN MET MY CHILD presume to know how to get him to behave better than his own Mamma!

I am astounded.  I am baffled.  How is this even possible?  Do people really just leave their child in the hand of a stranger?  And, yeah, they probably do behave better because they are scared out of their minds!  I can't even believe it.

So, we left.  Not my child.  Not my child.

I am getting ready to make some phone calls.  Whose rules are these?  Is this legal?

I'll be back.

Mad, angry Mamma.  

One of those days...er, weeks, er lifes.

I was tired yesterday.
So tired.
I started a new job about a month ago, and I had it a wall yesterday.
I hadn't been sleeping well at all this week.  Going to bed at 12 or 1am.
Waking up at 5 or 6 to go to the gym and work from home at my computer.
Homeschool.
Nurse my 8 month old.
Clean.
Do laundry.
Cook.
Wipe toilets.
Wipe bottoms.
Wipe noses.

I think you get it.

Last night after church, I came home and I was going to give the kids snacks and send them on happily, skipping (or so it was in my dream) on to bed.
I got online to grab some transcripts and my boss wanted me to call her.
Uh-oh.
I hadn't scored well on my 2 week assessment.
So, she had to let me go.
Hmmmm, I said.
Hmmmmm.  Ok.  Well, that's that then.

So, I was pretty bummed.
Justus was pretty bummed.
Woke up this morning bummed.
Until Justus said "go spend a couple of dollars."

Hehehehe!  Um, okay!  Pitty party ova!

Off I went to spend some money.
I got the cutest purse.  Absolutely adorable!

We went out to eat to Macaroni Grill with our Pastor and his wife.
Went to Sam's Club.

Came home.
I tripped up the steps.
I may die.
I'm going to bed now.
Good feeling gone.
Life stinks.
Let the pitty party resume.
Buh-bye.