"Good Bye. Mr. President.
Whether you voted for him & love him, or you’ve disagreed with all his policies and dislike him... Could we all agree on this? We owe President Bush a sincere thank you. As the historic Inauguration of President Elect Barack Obama approaches, Steven Curtis Chapman pauses to thank our outgoing President for his service to our great country." - Stephencurtischapman.com
Click HERE to listen to the song Steven wrote for him.
Also The Chapman family would like to share a Thanksgiving message. Please click HERE to watch the video clip.
As for the Bombardiers. It's been a crazy, hectic, weekend thus far, which included haivng 22 people over for Thanksgiving dinner (9 of them sleep-over guests), putting up a tree today and beginning the Christmas decorations. Right now we're heading out to the backyard for an exciting fun-filled night of camping out in the frigid cold (58 degrees), marshmallow roast included! I'll be catching up hopefully tomorrow night or Monday.
Lastly, Mr. President, our family thanks you for pulling us through some very tough times the last 8 years and for giving us your all. God bless you and your family always.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Short and sweet.
The kids were dragging all of their toys, trucks, balls, etc. into our bedroom while Scott and I were enjoying some quiet time watching TV. They began getting rowdy so Scott said to them. "Take all that stuff back to the family room and you guys can play there." With disgruntled looks, one by one they left carrying whatever treasures they had brought into the room.
A few minutes later, Scott gets up and goes to the garage for something. The little people notice this and once again head my way. Of course, bringing their
annoying toys treasures back into our room again.
Then the following transpired.
ME: "Oh, boy! Daddy's gonna flip when he sees that you guys brought all that stuff back in here."
ANNA GRACE: (serious as can be) "Mama, Daddy can't flip! He's too old and he'll hurt himself!"
I laughed so hard that I just had to give in and allow their noisy, siren-sounding, screeching, treasures to stay in the room.
Time to rid myself of any guilt if I had done anything that would cause said guilt. But since I have not, then it clearly was Not Me!
It was definitely not me that laughed until my sides hurt last week when we made a family trip to the library. After an hour of being there, I went to the little "self-check out" booth and started scanning all of the books we were borrowing. When I got to the only book that sweet hubby had chosen, which by the way took him 20 minutes to find, I kept getting an "Error" message. Finally, hubby muttered that he would take it to the front desk and check it out there since I was obviously doing something wrong. A few minutes later, up walks hubby with no book in his hand and wearing a sheepish grin. It was not me who asked him if he checked out his book only to hear him say, "I guess it's been a while since I was at the library. The lady told me I couldn't check out this book since it was a REFERENCE book! Maybe that's why there were only 4 books on WWII on the shelf." Bahahaha! It definitely was not me that laughed so loud at poor hubby that I had several people look up at me from where they were seated. That would be mean and I am not a mean person.
Celebrating a spectacular win!
The "traitor" leaving the stadium with a rolled up jersey so as not to be detected as a Miami fan. So sad! (But, isn't he cute? I love my baby boy!)
Oh no! I was not me that drove with hubby, on our 11th anniversary of being together, to Miami to watch the N.E. Pats make dolphin "chowda" out of the Dolphins yesterday. It also was not me that was screaming D-E-F-E-N-S-E so loud that I have no voice left today. It absolutely was not me that asked her son, Adam, to go along all while knowing he would root for the Dolphins and then badger him the entire 2 hour trip home, especially because he removed his Dolphin Jersey before leaving the stadium! That would again not be nice and very unsportsmanlike. I am a good sport and would not do that. By the way, Adam, did you notice the score? Oh, you didn't? Let me help you. 48 - 28!!!!!!!!! It really was not me that had an awesome time with my sweet hubby, son and sister at this fabulous game!
It truly was not me that decided that Kiefer, our wiener dog, would look absolutely adorable dressed as a hot dog. No way that it was me that bought the hot-dog outfit with mustard and relish included and proceeded to parade our manly dog through the neighborhood with it on during his walks. That would be completely silly. It was also not me that smiled big when my babies laughed so hard at seeing their puppy looking so silly, which made it all the more fun to dress him up!
It certainly was not me that came home the other night only to find that sweet hubby had purchased the above TV Guide ::big sigh:: for me and placed it under my pillow. It surely wasn't me that danced around the bedroom oooohhhiing and aaahhhing and thanked sweet hubby a thousand times for thinking about me while he was standing at the grocery store line.
And you, of course, have to know that it was not me that made sure the night before that the TiVO was all set up to record the prequel to "24", Redemption, on the following night since we were going to the football game. I would never have come home from the football game, raced through the door and planted myself on the couch with my pillow, blanket, remote control, drink and snack to watch said prequel after thinking about it all day long. I also didn't ask Amanda and sweet hubby to watch it with me because the more, the merrier, when you are watching the man, Jack Bauer, save the world!
Now, what didn't YOU do this week? For more Not Me fun, check out MckMama's site!