Easter,
Well, here it is Easter Sunday. Of course the kids were up early, but I have to tell you I am quickly not liking this holiday very much. Don't get me wrong I love and respect the reason for the holiday, but I am not a fan of all of the candy and chocolate that seems to go along with it. I know you are all thinking that if you don't want your kids to have the sweets then just don't give them any, hey I am all for that, just tell that to the biggest kid in the house, my husband. :-) This morning Joshua wanted to eat his Fun Dip that came with the Easter Baskets that Mick bought for the kids without asking me. They of course were filled with candy, but back to the Fun Dip.; For those of you who don't know it's basically colored sugar that you eat with a candy stick. So, I told Joshua no, his response to me, very much something his dad would say, was I wish you were no here! I could not believe it. I know it's because daddy lets them do whatever they want. Yesterday was my day to sleep in, and when I came downstairs, our family room was filled with candy wrappers and the boys were bouncing off the walls. Mick had given them all of the cholcolate filled Easter eggs that they had gotten at school, and just let them eat whatever they wanted. It was crazy, they were so wired up on candy that we never really did get them down for naps. Anyway I am just venting.

HAVE A GREAT AND HAPPY EASTER!

Here is then last video of the day, it's Joshua playing his guitar and Joseph totally being the back up singer. Also some of Joseph talking

Here is one of Joseph asleep in the car. I finally figured out how to link these off of You Tube, so much quicker. Eventually I plan on having a link on the blog to take you straight to You Tube to watch the vidoes at you leisure, but until I can get that figured out, this will have to do. One last video to follow after this one

Here is a FUNNY Video of Joshua. Boy what a die-hard John Mayer fan he is!!!

Different Drug Problem

This was posted in my office today and I thought it was right on track, so I decided to share

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Meth lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhtorical question, "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?".
I replied, I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull out weeds in my mom's garden and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clotheline, or chop some firewood, and, if my mother had ever known that I took single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything that I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
God Bless the parents that drugged us.

Enough Said!