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12/23/2011

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I made it!

The Christmas orders are done, delivered, and sitting under Christmas trees.  My sewing machine is quiet, the spools of thread are stacked on their shelf, and the ironing board is actually folded up against the wall.  It feels very strange.  

It's Friday night, and the kiddos are asleep.  Tomorrow morning (Christmas Eve) is our Christmas at our house.  With all of the hustle and bustle of actual Christmas Day, we talked to the guy in red a couple of years ago and worked out a deal.  He puts us on his Christmas Eve Eve route, and we get a day to ourselves to enjoy our own little family.  It's sacred to us.  I mostly love it because by the time actual Christmas day rolls around the present hoopla has died down.  It gives us the chance to focus on the real reason we celebrate Christmas....Jesus's birth.  I don't want us to get so lost in the Christmas crazies that we miss Him.    

Tonight is the first time in a looooooong time I have actually felt like I could just sit down and be.  We (like every other family out there) have been bouncing here and there trying to squeeze every inch of Christmas out of this year.  We have been to two Christmas programs:
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Ben's first Christmas Program
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Drew's 2nd grade program. He's in there somewhere....
We've already had two extended family Christmas get-togethers.  Both involved sleeping over-night and grand breakfast the next morning.  We have three more to go.  I love each and every one.....  Each has its own traditions and memories that are oh-so-special.  

The Christmas sweets are baked and ready to go for tomorrow.  Including the boys' Christmas cookies for Santa.

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If you read the PS on this letter, our mailbox went missing last year on Christmas Eve. We've had a sneaking suspicion it was Santa all along.
So, as I sit here in the living room with the tree, I can't help but get sentimental.  
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Christmas has been so magical this year.  My kiddos are at such wonderful ages (8 and 4) that I just want to freeze this year in time.  So many times this past month I have closed my eyes and said to myself, "Remember this, Lori.  Remember this moment.  This feeling."  I hope I can.  I hope I can somehow bottle up this innocence,; this sweetness of life.  I hope I can always hear Ben singing Christmas songs to himself in the backseat.  I hope I can always see Drew's eyes light up when he talks about Santa finding a way into our house since we don't have a chimney.  I pray I don't forget these days.

So, I bid you all goodnight on this Christmas Eve Eve.  I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, and a blessed new year!    
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Road Rage

11/30/2011

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I picked up Drew after school yesterday, and we set off to the Dentist.  As we drove down the road, I noticed a car fly up quickly behind me.  The driver was in a hurry, going way too fast, and riding my tail like crazy.  Might I note, I was going a few miles over the speed limit.   As we rounded the corner together, I saw a funeral procession coming towards us.  I began to slow my car (and OH, did that make her mad.)  I eventually pulled over as the hearse passed by.  I kept an eye on her in my rear-view mirror.  I watched her throw her hands up, recognize the hearse in the other lane, and then stop. 

Then, it happened.


As soon as the hearse passed by, my friend behind me started nudging towards my bumper.  She threw up hands, she threw up a finger, she yelled, and she honked.  All while the rest of the funeral procession with their little flags passed us by.  My car stayed still.  She gunned her silver Thunderbird up between my back bumper and the trail of mourners.  

I wanted to roll down my window and scream, "What is wrong with you?  Do you not understand the concept of RESPECT?  Is your world so busy that you can't take one moment of it and honor that these peoples' worlds have stopped?  Where are you going that is worth this anger?  This carelessness?  Are you so demanding and selfish that you must have everything immediately?  Do you not see your chance to show another human being kindness?"  


A fire jumped in my heart that made me want to pound that lady.  Hello, Road Rage.

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I had to pull myself back from the edge.  When I encounter this type of person, I have to remind myself (sometimes forcibly)  "Turn the other cheek, Lori."   I keep hearing in my head, "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."  So, to curb the rage I feel inside, I play a game.

                                       Back Story 

How to play:  After you have interacted with a rager, you must create his or her reasoning for the crazy behavior.  Now, I'm not talking about the "Oh, his wife could be in labor and they are on their way to the hospital."  That's too easy.  These back-stories must be creative.  Here are some of my favs:


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1.  A man is racing to catch the love of his life before she marries the wrong man.  He has stayed quiet for too long.....he can't deny it any longer!  He still loves her, and he's been such a fool for letting her go.  (The new man is a cheating jerk in this scenario...)  The wedding starts at 1:00, and he has 5 minutes to get to the church before he loses her forever.  (aka "The Days of our Lives Back Story")

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2.  A young couple discover a bomb strapped in their glove compartment of their rental car.  A note attached reads, "If this car goes under 50 mph it will explode."  The girl drives frantically, as the boy tries to find a way to diffuse the bomb.  (aka "The Speed Back-Story")

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3.  A lady is dressed to kill in designer duds, high heels and spanx.  She is on her way to interview for a job she wants sooooo badly, but has carelessly decided to stop at White Castle en route.  She is white-knuckle driving to the nearest bathroom, praying she can make it and save her Prada skirt.  

You get the idea.  It makes me laugh and helps ease the anger.  I have no clue what kind of day that lady had before she sped up to the bumper of my car.  Maybe she was fighting a really hard battle that afternoon (or maybe she was just being a big ole' meanie.)  Either way, it's best just to drive a few yards, turn into the gas station, and watch her zoom past me.  As I pulled back out onto the highway behind her I began,  "A lady was on her way home when suddenly...."

Any road rage encounters out there?  Anyone want to take a shot at a Back Story for my Rager?  
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For only 3 Easy Payments...

11/8/2011

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6 years ago Bart and I were at The Covered Bridge Festival with a toddler Drew.  It was cold and rainy, so we sought shelter in a huge tent full of vendors.  At the first table we found a charismatic young fellow.  In his hands he held a small, neon, fuzzy worm.  As the worm leaped from hand to hand, I felt Bart start to slow the stroller.  I thought to myself, "Oh no.  Not again......"

"Lori, look at that!  How is he doing that?!?"  Bart exclaimed more to himself than to me.

"It's a string, Bart.  Like a fishing line."  I replied.

"For only $8.99 you can own your own wiggle worm!  It's super easy, and the magic is explained in your own set of instructions you will receive.  With a little practice you can pull off these amazing tricks!  Your friends will be AMAZED!"  The worm-man interceded.  

"No way that's fishing line, Lori.  Look how fast that thing is moving!  He trapped it in a glass and it still is wiggling.  I don't see a string!"  Bart countered back.

"That's because it's dim in this tent.  I'm telling you....it's a string."  I said a tad more forcibly this time.

We continued on with our shopping, but I could tell he was already hooked.  On our way back to the parking lot, we stopped and bought the $8.99 worm.  As we walked away from the tent Bart ripped open the package and skimmed the instructions.

"So?"  I asked.

Bart stopped in his tracks and his mouth set in a tight little line.  "I don't want to talk about it."  He stated.

  
My Bart loves infomercials, and I love this about him.  Sometimes on Saturday mornings I will catch him kicked back in his recliner watching one.  He loves the pitch, he loves the "magic," and he loves the salespeople.

QVC is his vice.

Every year for Christmas we buy each kiddo a QVC toy.  Bart LOVES the hunt.  "Lori, this one could be it.  Look at this!  It's free shipping if we order now.....should we do it?"

I must admit, the QVC toys have not disappointed.  Here are our favorite finds:

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Magformers.  These things are SWEET.  They have little magnets that shift as you build with them, allowing you to create 3-D shapes.

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Neo Tracks.  The track is movable and the cars light up.  It's such an interactive toy...   not like a regular track that the kids just set up and watch.  So many options!

So, our home has its share of "As Seen on TV" items.  Most of them we love.  A miss that we have encountered?  The Bullet.
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The Bullet (a food processor.)  It works, but we totally don't use it as much as we thought we would.

I used to laugh at the madness.  "Awe, bless his little cotton-pickin heart.  Here we go again."  However, that was before I met the Turbie Twist.  I now have no room to talk or judge.
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I ADORE my Turbie Twist.  It is just enough towel to wrap up your hair after a shower, and it stays in place until you are ready to dry your hair.  I was skeptical the first time I used it.  I mean, how big of a deal could it be?  It's just a towel.   I whipped that baby around my head, flipped right side up and looked into the mirror.  I swear I heard a choir of angels singing.  How had I not known about this magical tool!??!?  

I now own 3 Turbie Twists.  Momma gets cranky if she has to use a regular towel. 


So, this year at The Covered Bridge Festival we toted along both of our boys.  We let them pick out 1 item each year.  Drew scoured many booths in search of the perfect item.  As we were getting ready to leave, we had to make one last stop.  Drew darted into the booth and emerged carrying a small brown bag.  

"What did you get?"  I asked.
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The Aluma Wallet.  Protects your credit cards from being scanned.  Water-proof.  Also is strong enough to withstand a car running over it.  Because, you must always be prepared for that kind of thing.

I was overcome with pride for my little Wade man.  That's my boy....  *tear*




So, fess up.  What "As Seen on TV" or QVC products have you tried?  
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The Last Two Weeks

11/3/2011

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I'm still alive, I promise.

I've had to take a short blogging break these last two weeks.  With the Fall Festival and Holiday Bazaar falling on back to back weekends, P & P is in full-time mode.  I'm seeing pins and rotary cutters in my sleep!  Throw Mommy-hood into the mix, and there is just not 1 more extra hour in the day!  Shoo!   I will be back blogging next week, and there are going to be some fun ones.  You will find out which one of us is an "As seen on TV" nut, and we will also talk about preconceived ideas of gender roles in the home.   Good stuff for next week!  So, here are some snapshots of my life lately.

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Drew turned 8, Mario Brothers style.
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Halloween, Mario Brothers style again. I'm starting to see a pattern here.....
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P & P at the Fall Festival last weekend. It was a wonderful day!
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Waiting on customers last weekend. Life is good as long as I have my Francisco De Borja Cappuccino.
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Purr Dee Tree Winner: Number 1!

10/22/2011

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We have a winner!  Our winner of the "Purr Dee Tree" contest is Tree 1:
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This Purr Dee Tree was found by Shaye Place.  Here's how she found it.....

"I had been scoping out trees for about a week with no luck. I'd look on the way to work, search while taking the kids to school, scope out the trees on the way to Mom's. No luck. They were all brown and dead or still green. Last week I had to take the dog to the vet so while I was in Sullivan, I drove up and down the side streets searching out a Purr Dee tree. 

I found this tree one block north of the square by a local business. YES! Success at last! I felt a little conspicuous standing on the yard taking this picture but it was worth looking like a crazed stalker woman to get the pic. I'M SO HAPPY! Thank you so much!"
                                                             Shaye


Congratulations, Shaye!  Thank you to everyone who entered, voted, and admired our Purr Dee Trees!  
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The Legend

10/20/2011

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It's time for a confession.

I have a temper.  Most of the time I am a very perky, sunshine-and-roses kind of girl.  I can even be a tad Pollyanna-ish.   When confronted with something/someone who makes me angry, I bite my tongue.  I might think about what I should have said for days, but I never say it when in the moment.  People I can deal with easy-peasy.  But, don't let that fool you.  The furry of Lori's anger can explode at any moment......on an inanimate object. 

It's a trait I inherited from my Father.  My Dad is a contractor who has built many beautiful homes.  He is usually laid back, slow to anger, and the hardest working man I have ever seen.  However, he has been known to "snap" at a tool, piece of lumber, or even a shingle.  It's quick, furious, and mean.  

I do the exact same thing.  I spew hateful, awful, terrible things at inanimate objects that don't "work."  The only way I can explain my thought process is that I expect an appliance/tool/machine to do its job.  When there is no definite reason for the misfire, my temper explodes.  "OH MY GOSH.  WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?  FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, WORK!"  (Sadly, that's an edited version.)  I have to walk away, take a deep breath, and reset.  


So knowing this, here is the tale of the "Legend."
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Friends, meet the Legend.  She is a 1994 Buick Regal, and she is all ours.  I (with the kiddos) drive the newer Outlander around, and Bart rocks this sweet ride when he goes to work.  If you work with him, I'm sure you have seen her in the parking lot.  (and admit it....probably wondered how she is still going.)  

Bart commuted to college and took me on our first date in this car.  In her lifetime with us she has seen 5 different cars park beside her in the garage.  She is the one who has outlasted them all.  Granted, she's not in tip-top shape these days.  She tends to shake when she goes over 50, the air conditioner leaves a puddle on the floorboard, and the side paneling is starting to fall off.  But, she gets the job done.  

Oh, and one other thing:  She ADORES Bart.

Think I'm kidding?  They have a whole little "Knight Rider" thing going on.  See this door handle?     
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It only opens for Bart.  I'm not even joking in the least bit.  It's like some crazy phenomenon....  It was sprung years ago and is a little bajiggity when you pull on it.  He can walk up to the handle and open it with ease.  But when I try to open the door, nothing happens. 

EVERY.  SINGLE.  TIME.  

She hates me.  Bart has stood right beside me, coaching me on how he does it.  We will take turns trying multiple times in a row.  She will only open for him.  Awe, what a funny story....   but it is a little harder in real life.  If I have to drive the Legend, I usually leave the window down and open the door from the inside handle.  Which works when I remember to do so.  I've been stranded 3 times at the grocery store.  Do you know how embarrassing it is to call your husband to come rescue you because you can't open the car door?   Then to watch him pull up, walk up to the car, and open it the very first time with ease?!?!?!?

So, one dusty summer day I was driving the Legend.  I was moonlighting as a Pampered Chef Lady, and I had a party that I had to be at in 15 minutes.  I was running behind, and I needed to swing by my Mom and Dad's house to pick up a baking dish.  I pulled in the driveway, jumped out of the car, and slammed the door behind me.  I dashed through the back door, grabbed the pan, yelled "Thanks!!!", and hurried back outside.  Then I realized....

I hadn't rolled the window down.  I pulled on the handle, and it wouldn't open.  I yanked, I pounded, I tried over and over and over again.

I snapped.  The wrath of Lori came DOWN.  My temper exploded all over that car. I am embarrassed to say my Mom and Dad heard me and came rushing outside thinking I was being attacked.  I walked away for a bit, calmed down, and called Bart.  He drove to my parents house, walked up to the car, and opened it.....on the first try.

I quietly got in the car and went on to my Pampered Chef Party.  Later that night, Bart was out in the garage inspecting the car's handle.  I heard him come back in the house, walk down the hallway, and then stop at the door.  

"Lori?"  he said.  

"Yes, Bart?"  I replied.

"Why is there a footprint on the door panel of my car?"  

Yikes.
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Ranting Lori. Sorry if I Offend.

10/18/2011

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I was at Wal-Mart this morning, and I saw something on an end-cap that really bothered me.  
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Really?!?!  

My 6 month old child needs to be hooked up to an iPhone / iPod Touch?  Along the same lines, this weekend I watched the new sensational video of the baby trying to use a magazine like an iPad.  (Watch it here.)  It was a cute video, and it made me laugh.....at first.  But, then I was stopped in my tracks this morning with this "toy," and it made me think.

First of all, I'm not an monster of a mother who doesn't let her children enjoy the technical world.  We have Nitendo DSes, iPod touches, and gaming systems in our home.  But, my boys are 8 and 4 1/2 years old, not 6 months.  Bart will tell you I am a bit crazy about "tech time."  It bothers me to see their little minds zoned out and starring at that little screen.  (Even though I do the same with my laptop and iPhone.  Man, I feel hypocritical.)  After I can't take it anymore I deem "tech time" over, and all gadgets must disappear.   Whining is almost always the result...."What am I going to do now?  I'm sooooooooooo bored."

How about write a story?  Play a board game with your brother?  Read a real book?  Paint a picture?  Go outside?  Play kickball?  Swing on the swingset?  Be a kid and enjoy the life you have right here in front of you and not on a screen?!??!

If the fight for my kids' imaginations is this tough now, and I can't imagine if we had started it at 6 months.  Those babies need to be seeing the WORLD around them, not a screen.  Call me crazy, but I think there is something wrong about an iPhone dressed up with a drool-proof cover and teething rings.

So, here is the tough part.  You know the old saying, "Actions speak louder than words?"  The same is true with our children.  I can say till I am blue in the face that the real world is much more intriguing than my child's DS game.  But, if I am plugged in all day long, that is the message they "hear" from me.  We have to set the example.  Sure, it's fun to stay connected through our gadgets, but we need to have limits.  Sometimes, I need to just turn everything off.  Every time I sit down to dinner (be it with my family or friends) I need to put my phone away.  Let's just say it....  It's rude to text when there is a real human being waiting to talk to you across the table.  I'm calling us out on it.  (I am guilty here too.  No judgments; just a little self-examination on my part.)     

I'm not saying quit altogether.....that's silly.  Our world is so tech-dependent these days you need to have some degree of it in your life.  Our (older) kids would be so lost if we kept everything from them.  They need to acquire those skills so that they can function in our tech-savy world when they begin school.  Technology can be such a treasure when used the right way.  However, I have to admit.....there is a part of me that would like to throw every gadget away and go all Amish in this joint.  

There has to be a middle ground. 

Thoughts?               
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Mansfield Covered Bridge Festival

10/16/2011

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Bart and I took the boys to the Mansfield Covered Bridge Festival this weekend.  (Located in Mansfield, Indiana.  It runs for 10 days in October every year.)  If you have never been to this festival you need to go sometime.  It's GINORMOUS.  The whole shindig is in celebration of a covered bridge on the property, which is really quite interesting to walk through.  We met up with Bart's parents once we got there, and we had a beautiful day.  I told Bart that Covered Bridge Day is the equivalent of his Super Bowl Day for me, so if he was going to come along there had to be guidelines.   A.)  No making fun of purchases.    B.)  No hurrying us home so he can catch the football game.    C.)  No griping about moolah. 

I told him many times he didn't have to go with us.  We would be fine on our own, and I didn't want him to "suffer" through a day of shopping.  But, he still wanted to come.  Once we got there it was clear what his motives were.  He knows what kind of food you can score at a place like that.  

I must say though, I'm glad he ended up coming.  I'm going to have to remember this when Super Bowl Sunday rolls around here soon.

So here are some snapshots of our trip:
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Drew took this photo of the covered bridge.
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Another pic taken by Drew. This one is through the window of the covered bridge.
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You have not experienced covered bridge if you have not had the steak tips and potatoes from this place. Sooooooo good.
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It makes me hungry again just looking at it.
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We eat lunch every year under a beautiful tree. After the boys finished their Jumbo Corndogs they played under the tree.
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Sharing a Lemon-Shake-Up from Dotties.
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Where else can you find a pink, seashell toilet brush? Classy. (This is my mother-in-law, Janet. Love her.)
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Bart's souvenir was a mug from Wild Bill's Place. You got fresh root beer off the tap all day long.
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Strawberries dipped in chocolate? Yes, please! (This is Janet (Meme) with the kiddos again, and the fellow rocking the Wild Bill mug is my father-in-law, Steve (Pa.)
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Ah, we meet again, my sweetness.
Are you a fellow covered bridge festival fan?  What's your favorite stop?
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Purr Dee Trees

10/11/2011

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Fall, oh how I love thee.

I love your crisp mornings and your gorgeous colors you paint in the leaves.  Jackets, smores, hayrides, chili, pumpkins, and jumping in a leaf pile make this girl's heart sing.  Fall festivals pop up everywhere, each one giving you the excuse to buy more festival food (come to Momma you big ole' cinnamon roll.....) 

It seems like my family and I have been in the car a lot lately.  To rescue us from boredom, we have created a game called "Purr Dee Trees."  (Well, Pretty Trees actually.  With our tinge of southern accent it comes out "Purr Dee Trees.")  

Here is how you play:  While you are driving down the road each family member searches for Purr Dee Trees.  (No way!)  Here is the thing though.....Purr Dee Trees are quite rare.  We are talking about a tree that is vibrant in color, has most of its leaves on and changed, and literally GLOWS from it's fall beauty.  Let me show you:

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You may call "Purr Dee Tree," but it must be confirmed by all members in the vehicle.  If everyone confirms, you get the point.  When you get to your destination, the player with the most points wins.  (No way, again!) 

So, I am going to play a huge game of Purr Dee Trees with you this week.  Your challenge?  Go out and find the best Purr Dee Tree you can find.  Snap a photo, send it to me, and we will vote on the Purr Deeist Tree on the site next week.  Get this.......The winner will receive a special P & P fall handbag.  (I'm finishing it up, and I am going to post pics tomorrow.)  




So here are the details:

1.  Photo must be taken by you, this year.  Make sure the focus is on one tree only; not a fall foliage pic. 

2.  Submit photos to:  lori@primandposhhandbags.com, or you can facebook message me too.

3.  You may submit photos until Sunday evening, October 16th.  (Covered Bridge fans, I am giving you the weekend to scope out some trees!)

4.  Tree photos will go up on the website Monday, October 17th.  Fans may vote on their favorite tree until midnight, Friday, October 21st.  Winner will be announced Saturday, October 22nd.  

So get out there and find me some Purr Dee Trees!
 

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Guest Blog by Helen: Our Founding Fathers’ Posteriors

10/7/2011

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Lori here, folks.  Can I just tell you how major-mondo excited I am about today's blog?  Welcome to our very first guest blog feature!  Our witty writer today is my sweet friend, Helen.  Helen is a happy soul; she always finds a way to brighten your day when you see her.  She's a glass-half-full kind of person.   On top of that?  She's hilarious.  So sit back, enjoy a cup of coffee on this brisk morning, and prepare to laugh!  
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My kids and I have picked up a hobby. It’s certainly not one you would find a magazine devoted or an aisle stocked at Hobby Lobby. We collect words that can be used for a person’s…ah…rear end. Those of you who are more sensitive may want to veer your eyes from reading any further. But if you really sit down, and you have to sit down when discussing the hiny, and think about it, there are so many terms we use to mean our gluteus maximus. Some are creative and some are funny. There are those that are crass and those that are just matter-of-fact. My favorites are the ones that make your tongue contort when you say them. You never know when a new hind quarters' synonym will make itself known to your kids, so you have to be on your guard to pick it up before they do and it blows up into an embarrassing, finger-pointing giggle-fest.

Our newest specimen came from my son’s social studies assignment: memorize the Preamble of the Constitution. We’ve all had to do it. But thankfully for us who grew up with School House Rock, this is an easy and nearly fun assignment. I still have that familiar tune tucked away in the back of my memory; right next to the day I discovered I was allergic to cats and the taste of caviar.

 “We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this constitution for the United States of America.”

Preamble memorized. Done. But what does it mean? I wanted to take the assignment a step further and explain what some of the words and ideas in the Preamble meant in a manner a sixth grader and an eavesdropping third grader would understand.

One of the few times I get with my older two kids, without the persistent pestering from my 5-year-old, is in our driveway waiting for the school bus. They are fresh and bored enough to listen to what I have to say. It’s a good time to review school lessons and instill life lessons.

I explain, “Tranquility means peace…Defense means protection…Posterity means those who come behind you. Have you heard of the word posterior?”

“No. What does posterior mean?”

“Posterior is another word for your rear,” I said. Eyes light up and the Preamble takes on a whole new interest. “It’s your whole backside actually. So your posterity is the people who come behind you, who come after you.”

Then it clicks into place. “So we are your posterity,” says my 11-year-old son.

“Yes.”

“And Dad is Nana’s posterior,” my 8-year-old chimes in.

“Well, that could be argued but, yes. You get the idea,” I confirmed.

As the kids climbed onto the bus, I had to chuckle, feeling well-pleased with my morning lesson; life, liberty and a new word for our rear end collection. Chalk one up for Mom’s liberal arts education
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