tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-187040432008-07-25T12:03:30.734-04:00Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comBlogger417125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-24654100954053464602008-07-24T20:17:00.003-04:002008-07-24T20:21:35.173-04:00

Only in my house would you find a mom slaving over a stove making homemade popcorn lovingly preparing it for her sons, turning and turning the wheel so all the kernels will pop... ...when son #1 walks in, tastes the popcorn, now hot and buttered in the popcorn bowl and says: "That popcorn is too bland, Mom. Can I make some microwave popcorn?" Sigh. (The mom said yes, by the way.)

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-103993671898124462008-07-23T12:07:00.004-04:002008-07-23T12:36:10.611-04:00

He may have a career in the military yet... I'm in a mood today. So much going on in the news, whether it be blogsphere or my daily newspaper. Almost every day our hometown paper has something about this case splashed all over the front page. This story is a very sad story, and one that I don't think will have a happy ending. I'm also sad to say but I think the mother may have harmed her

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-47305556136504845662008-07-22T12:26:00.005-04:002008-07-22T12:33:29.882-04:00

Shirt worn by Scamp whenever he possibly can. Which is often, since I pretty much have to do laundry every other day around here. 'Nuff said.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-9532441408649302132008-07-17T14:33:00.003-04:002008-07-21T14:43:25.670-04:00

It rained and stormed the ENTIRE TIME we drove home from Savannah. If you know me, you know how much I LOVE being a passenger in a car in the rain. With trucks. and rain. Sedatives? Anyone? Please? So you'll have to make due with this photo. Originally taken when we went to Tennessee. You could barely see the Welcome to Florida sign when we crossed over the bridge into Florida. We're home.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-34003624263990518862008-07-16T13:46:00.012-04:002008-07-21T14:47:18.431-04:00

The actual order of my day went thus: A Graveyard, A Beach, A Lighthouse, and Dinner with a Lady and her Sons. First, the graveyard: Bonaventure Cemetery. It's rather large. When you enter, you drive down this tree-lined path. It's incredibly gorgeous. A plot that was so beautiful, I had to photograph it. I also saw many prominent Savannahians gravesites. Then Tybee Island and the beach:

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-327063388676526732008-07-15T22:15:00.004-04:002008-07-15T22:33:31.028-04:00

So when you travel around Savannah with two boys who look like this: It makes people notice you and yell, "Hey, It's Mario and Luigi!" "Yo Mario!! Yo Luigi!" That being said... Mario and Luigi as Forrest Gump. The only thing missing is the floating feather. One of the only photos of me and the boys I have. Taken outside the Andrew Low House right after Luigi wanted to talk about ghosts to the

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-29565197819027342272008-07-14T19:56:00.001-04:002008-07-21T21:29:56.937-04:00

The photo my kids want me to show you: Taken at The Pirate's House. The Mario Bros. having some lunch. The Photo I want to show you: The Mercer-Williams House, Savannah, Georgia After 4 years since I have been to Savannah, they have FINALLY opened the Mercer House to tours. If you have read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, you know what an important role this house plays in that book

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-49249852745756516902008-07-13T21:27:00.012-04:002008-07-13T21:59:00.142-04:00

So, yesterday I told you that I was heading to Savannah, Georgia for several days (good thing I'm not going to BlogHer this year, I won't be home in time to go!). Today was our "travel day", and after a quick stop at our neighborhood Publix (Holla, K!)we set off on our trip. We hit EVERY SINGLE LIGHT in Altamonte Springs on SR 436. Every. One. Traffic was heavy on I-4 until we hit I-95. So

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-73982764989508230892008-07-12T16:58:00.007-04:002008-07-12T17:18:41.879-04:00

Sunday morning, we're loading up the Mom-Van and heading to Savannah, GA for a few days of walking, goood southern food, ghosts and history, and photographic opportunities. We're very excited. If you are in the Savannah area and see two boys, one big and one little wearing hats that have an M or an L on them, say hello. They are the Super Mario Bros., on vacay. That's what they'll tell you,

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-11305887253684910162008-07-09T19:53:00.008-04:002008-07-09T20:19:15.993-04:00

This summer, we have spent a lot of time playing on the Wii. Scamp has an interesting quirk (I can't imagine WHERE he gets it from?)where he has to finish a game completely, unlocking all the characters that can be unlocked. I'm happy to report the mission has been accomplished. Scamp has also been logging many hours as well in front of the Wii. There is something so cute about a small boy

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-20958432661687380712008-07-04T23:57:00.000-04:002008-07-05T14:15:29.351-04:00

We did this: But they started the journey like this: We also did some of this: We also ate some of these: And did a lot of this: The best part? Was this: What did you do?

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-82989647372482137402008-06-30T17:18:00.002-04:002008-06-30T17:21:28.603-04:00

Today is my birthday. I feel old today.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-30411375461486127082008-06-24T22:31:00.007-04:002008-06-24T22:44:53.608-04:00

...knock LOUDLY. We're getting the band back together.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-80728100145934732852008-06-16T14:32:00.003-04:002008-06-16T14:47:13.269-04:00

Dear Intarwebz, It is with a heavy heart that I write this to tell you that I will not be attending BlogHer this year. I really want to go...I do because this person is speaking and this person, and this person and this person and that person, you know, the one I said LAST YEAR SHOULD HAVE HAD HER OWN BREAKOUT SESSION - she is that cool and has many important things to say?!? I cannot go. I'm

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-54811107183211074682008-06-15T12:42:00.005-04:002008-06-15T21:41:39.632-04:00

You complete me. Thank you for everything. You are my everything. You are The Best Daddy Ever. Love, Shash and the Boyz P.S. Sometimes the best gifts can be found in the garage, next to the garbage can: Aren't you glad your wife screamed bloody murder? Love you, sweetheart..... :)

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-76639281754612378172008-06-05T17:36:00.005-04:002008-06-05T17:41:56.752-04:00

Scamp: Mom? How does this picture I drew look? Me: I love it! Scamp: Good, I'm giving it to Angelica in my class tomorrow. Me: Well maybe you should draw some hearts on it or something? Don't girls like hearts? Scamp: No. If I draw hearts on it she will hit me. She doesn't like hearts. Me: Oh.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-32435144817072228472008-05-28T18:01:00.002-04:002008-05-28T18:21:40.674-04:00

Dear Student, Can I have a word with you? I mean, when you are not screaming at me, or the teacher, or your fellow classmates. I'll wait. Really. I have PLENTY of time to spare for you. That's because my current job has shifted, almost imperceptibly, from working with a child who can't speak to one who screams, throws chairs, hits, sticks his tongue out at EVERYTHING and EVERYONE, and

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-4090634227332197852008-05-15T09:17:00.012-04:002008-05-20T16:15:55.934-04:00

My experiment has ended, and by "experiment" I mean that I actually have some time today to finally post to my blog. Truthfully though, I have had so much to say, but so many things I can't share for so many reasons that I just decided to not say anything at all. That was very hard for me, because if you are one of the lucky few that knows me in real life, I have a very hard time keeping quiet.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-83916713895492191192008-04-16T20:41:00.003-04:002008-04-16T20:52:44.820-04:00

Last night, after Baby Think it Over and I thought it over and decided to part ways (also deciding that I really DO NOT want a third child - thanks Middle School Teen Challenges class!) I woke up to what is my fourteenth wedding anniversary. I am in Orlando. My husband is in Savannah, Georgia. We're actually used to this. The travel is a by-product of our life, so we understand that for many

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-13199856728327605202008-04-02T10:12:00.001-04:002008-04-01T23:02:20.204-04:00

The first night we arrived in Tennessee, our family took us to an ice cream place called Maggie Moos. (For those of you who have ever been to a Cold Stone Creamery, it's that...but way cuter.) Spiff, ever the difficult one, did NOT WANT ice cream, but would have rather had italian ice. So Spiff and his Uncle set off to the local grocery to pick some up. While they were there, looking for the ices

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-13031457698503669992008-04-01T20:33:00.006-04:002008-04-01T20:39:06.903-04:00

Now THIS is a lunchbox I would carry to school. It's making me hungry just looking at it. I found this at Hams & Yams at the Loveless Cafe.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-16932417694850757362008-03-31T17:01:00.005-04:002008-03-31T17:06:16.445-04:00

Tennessee muddy hillside = 1 , Shash = 0. My pride isn't the only thing that hurts right now.

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-38625095820583412222008-03-30T20:16:00.003-04:002008-03-30T22:18:19.646-04:00

My husband got me up at 5:30 am Saturday morning. He lived....but barely. We hit the road by 6am. Light traffic all the way up until we got to Georgia. Then? We hit several of those bottlenecks - you know, the traffic jams that appear out of nowhere, and when you get to the place where you think it was caused there is nothing there? We had a few of those. Dear Georgia, please don't fix every

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-11641333609231581982008-03-17T22:34:00.005-04:002008-03-17T22:57:21.123-04:00

What have I been doing since February? Well, some of what was on my to-do list, but mostly not. I was reassigned to a full time job at my school - and I love it. It's what I did last year, but for the younger ones. I'm exhausted most days, and my 17 year-old niece has come to live with us. She? Is. Awesome. We are having a blast, and I am embracing my inner hip-hop diva. Today, though, I took

Shashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998268292521913501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18704043.post-76762666224887932122008-02-19T00:01:00.001-05:002008-02-24T20:30:58.168-05:00

Gather Tax stuff to take to our "Tax Man" (Or woman. I'm really not picky)Laundry. Wash it. Fold it. Hang it. Put it away. (Wish me luck on this one.)Organize garage. Get ready for Big! Huge! Garage Sale!Take Altima in for Oil Change.Pick up cupcakes for Scamp's class for Tuesday to celebrate his birthday.Find out why my neck hurts all of a sudden.Maybe, just maybe, start exercising.Turn in my

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