tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15958845298244687552024-03-13T22:20:00.100-04:00Seven & Thirty-SevenSo, my daughter and I thought it would be fun to come up with a topic a day and blog about it. We decided to start December 1, and blog topics about the last month of the year, about Winter, about Christmas, and any other thing that strikes our fancy. So, what you'll see "from seven" is from my daughter, Grayson. I’m Jen, and I’m the old one. "from thirty seven" is written by me. Who knows what we’ll come up with, but that’s part of the fun. Welcome December and Welcome Friends!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-17164317489051322652010-12-23T18:23:00.005-05:002010-12-23T19:33:40.788-05:00what's YOUR fave holiday?from 8:<br /><br />Before I tell you what my fave holiday is, 8 is me .I turned 8 on thanksgiving.<br /><br /><br />I have to say I have quite a few holidays that are really cool, but i'd have to say christmas would have to be my favorite holiday. Even that my birthday is really close to thanksgiving I still like christmas the best.I like christmas the best because for one thing you have to get into the christmas spirit.I love all the singing joyous christmas carols and warming up by the fireplace. It's just absolutely wonderful. The second thing I like abut christmas is the presents and seeing one of santa claus's helpers at the mall.And it's really cool to see all the little ones faces before they go and sit on his lap. They seem quite eager. And as I said earlier I liked the presents that the elves make. Like who dose'nt love the candy and toys?! I love just laying back on my couch and listening to the christmas music.Third and final thing I like about the winter holidays is seeing my family and friends. I get to see my dad's side of the family. Sometimes we will go to lauren's at my aunt sandy's house. But this year, we are going to greenwood. My dad's other sis, claudia lives in greenwood. We are going to their house this year for christmas.And we have a christmas eve party. We also go to liberty and have a rocking time.There is two more things that I want to say. Number one:Have a good time at jesus's 2040th birthday party. Number two:Have a merry christmas and a wonderful new year!<br /><br />from 38:<br /><br />First of all, how am I old enough to have an 8 year old? Secondly, if you're a fan of Jesus, how could you NOT pick Christmas as your favorite holiday? This is the holiday I sit around and wait for like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. The lead-in is almost as exciting as the actual event. The season of pondering and waiting for the mystery of Christmas to come around again is a special time of year, for sure. Can you imagine being Mary, pregnant, young, scared, wondering what in the world is happening in your life? Or Joseph, worried that his betrothed could be stoned to death or worse for becoming pregnant out of wedlock? Or one of the shepherds, mindlessly watching your sheep when a star made the night sky look like 10 am? Or say you're a Magi, whose main occupation is studying the heavens, only to discover a new, uncharted star beaming brighter than any of the others, and wondering what in the world that is all about? When you think about the whole story, and all the players that play bit parts in the mystery surrounding Christ's birth, how can that not be your favorite holiday? The older I get, the more it amazes me. I hope you and your family are surrounded and filled with your own amazement at this wonderous time of year.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-82055531391631570412010-08-30T21:53:00.001-04:002010-08-30T21:55:15.178-04:00what's your superpower?from 7:<br />My ideal superpower would be…... invisibility and flight. I would like 2 to have invisibility because on the playground I could be very quiet and sneak up on my friends and tickle them and they’ll always wonder what it is. Because I’ll never tell them it was me. And if I had flight I could say that I’m bus rider, but I’ll really just go outside after all the buses have left and then I will just take off.<br /><br />from 37:<br />So, time’s up. I’ve got one day left to call myself 37. Tomorrow, my birthday’s gonna blow our cute little blog name to bits. Fills me with regret that I didn’t spend enough time on said cute little blog while it had such a cute little name. Alas, tomorrow, we’ll be effectively 7 & 38, and for that I am certainly glad, because that means I am here, spending one more day on Earth with my family and the rest of you people. So, when the panic began to set in that our blog title was nearing its expiration date, I began mulling my and Young 7’s options, and here’s what I decided (‘cuz I am the decider):we’ll leave the link the same (http://seven37.blogspot.com/),even leave the title the same, and just change the numerals before our entries as we grow older. Hopefully, allowing the blog to grow old along with us will keep both 7 and me interested in plodding along with this little experiment of ours, until 7 turns 13 and then, well….cross your fingers. So, that’s it for the housekeeping portion of the blogpost, now on with the show.<br /><br />I was falling asleep last night when I started thinking about superpowers. If I could pick a superpower, I think I would want super-long, stretchy arms, like Elastigirl from The Incredibles. They would come in handy in many situations, not the least of which would be getting your kid a glass of water in the middle of the night. Many parents will encounter this same request from their beloved offspring, whom they would, under normal circumstances, give their left lung for, unless they happen to be peacefully sleeping and are SECONDS away from winning the big prize on Supermarket Sweep, summarily freeing them forever from the living HELL that is weekly grocery shopping. So, it is to add insult to injury to be awakened to find that, not only have your hopes of living a life without coupon clipping been DASHED, but also to realize that, you have to STAND UP. (This act is more difficult for some. I am that some.) Oh, what I wouldn’t give for just once to stay lying down, and effectively shoot my arm into the bathroom to grab a cup, fill ‘er up, and then make it travel swiftly down the hall to poor Dehydrated Danny. Here ya go, Danny. Now, go back to sleep and let Elastimom win us a lifetime supply of V8 Splash.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-36277401736421428302010-02-26T20:35:00.000-05:002010-02-26T20:36:04.140-05:00Big Toothfrom 7777777<br /><br />I have a big tooth( this part is for joy:)...... tell megan that on our next playdate she might be able to see big tooth).A big tooth is a tooth that you are getting ready to loose.it is down to the c in inch on a ruler. it is down to the 2nd<br />m in milemeters.it will propably be my first tooth to loose. it is so loose i can move it with my tounge.when i was little i was running away from my friend megan i ran into a bench and big tooth got bent back. but, a few years after that,i started kindergarten and in PE i ran into garrett and then that's when big tooth came back to the same place it used to be. and now since big tooth is so wiggly it is really close to my lip.<br /><br />from 373737373737373737373737373737373737373737373737373737373737<br /><br />Okay, so I've heard the phrase "long in the tooth" before, but I've NEVER seen anything like 7's Big Tooth. Even though she refers to it as such, Big Tooth has not always been Big. It was just an ordinary front tooth like the one beside him. But lately, ordinary tooth has morphed into Something Scary. It's like the wigglier he gets, the Bigger he gets, and the more he starts to develop his own identity. 7's even created a special face that she makes when she's playing the role of Mr. Big Tooth, and it cracks me right up. The sentence "Let's watch the Wizard of Oz" is nothing comical until it's said in Big Tooth Voice. Her face goes all sideways, and Big Tooth just pokes out there like he's the one who's doing the talking. It's creepy and hilarious. Big Tooth won't be with us long. Pretty soon, he's going to leap right out of that 7 year old mouth. This is my first experience with a child having lost a tooth, Big or not, and it's a little scary. I've warned 7 that There Will Be Blood, and, for the most part, she's cool with that. The panic for the current evening, however, involves Big Tooth's possible departure during sleep, which you would think would incite panic over the thought of swallowing one's tooth, but for 7, this fear is directly related to her losing her payout from the Tooth Fairy. I've promised her that, no matter where Big Tooth ends up, the Tooth Fairy will be promptly notified so that her winnings can be relayed in a hasty manner. She seems sorta okay with that, too.<br /><br />Our questions to you tonight, dear followers, are thus:<br /><br />Did YOU ever have a Big Tooth?<br />Do you have a Big Tooth NOW? (from 7: ms joy may you please ask megan that question? thank you.)<br />What are your memories revolving around your first wiggly tooth?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-43027120211225371072010-01-26T19:18:00.008-05:002010-01-26T21:05:46.082-05:00STARWARS<span style="color:#ff9900;">from 7:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">starwars is BEST movie ever. I have 2 favorite charecters,Princess Leia, and Luke Skywalker.Yoda sounds funny. I told 37 that "Yoda sounds like Grover." and then dad said that "that was a very strong observation"and then 37 said "you're right Gracie. Yoda and Grover are the same pepole.Yoda and Grover have the same person spoken for their voice." Princess Leia kissed Honsolo and Luke both on the lips.in movie #5.one time I started breathing like darthvator.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Okay, okay, geeks, hold your fire, and don't go bustin' 7's chops just because she gets a bit of the plot of star wars mixed up with the empire strikes back. She is but a young jedi and with enough (read: hundreds more) viewings, she, too, will be able to differentiate between the six sagas. Let's just for now be impressed that she referred to the leia smooch-a-thon scene as heralding from episode FIVE. (I won't tell you WHO referred to it as episode TWO just the week prior but...um, yeah, it was totally me.) So, anyhow this whole love-of-all-things Galaxy Far Far Away started about two weeks ago, when we decided it was high time to indoctrinate 7 and her younger brother into the world of droids and space dudes. Scott and I decided to start the viewing in the order in which nature and George Lucas intended: beginning with Princess Bun Head. Seeing this movie was a pivotal point in MY life, when my dad took me to a "grown up" movie for the very first time. I felt like the coolest kid in the world. And Princess Leia....whooo....she was a VISION in her flowy, hooded white gown, and her dewy coral lip gloss, and that hair....my moon and stars....the HAIR!! Those buns would be something we young lasses would not only covet in the late 70s, but attempt to recreate again and again and again, usually, to no avail, even with maternal involvement. It's no wonder so many of us fell for her, and why 7 is falling for her now. Next week, we'll have a viewing of Episode SIX, where 7 will learn, and undoubtedly be grossed out by, the fact that the previously ne'er do wrong Princess has been smooching on her BROTHER. Ewwww!</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-7193052428654684602010-01-14T19:46:00.005-05:002010-01-14T21:47:46.510-05:00let's dance!<span style="color:#ff99ff;">from 7:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">okay i was just at dance class,and i saw one of my BEST friends named olivia. in dance class me and olivia were so silly! and after dance class, we got (two) starburst(s). and we ate both of them before our mom's were even there to pick us up! and i usally get picked up after olivia, but this time, olivia got picked up after me!</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br />There wasn't much in the way of dance studios where I grew up in Tinytown, USA, but my mom managed to find me a place to get my tap, ballet, jazz on. Tammy's School of Dance it was called, and let me just say Tammy had a lot of other things going on in her life besides dance back in 1982. I remember specifically a time when all of us sat lined up against the wall, decked out in our leotards and legwarmers, most of us rocking side ponies, waiting for class to begin. Tammy was sitting opposite us, against the mirrors. Her mascara was all smeared. She wasn't talking, just sitting, and I'm not sure whether she even knew she had 15 young girls in the room with her. I remember we were whispering to each other; I think something in Tammy's face triggered our fight or flight responses, and we were just waiting to figure out which one we should use. I can't remember who started the yelling, but I remember it was loud, and it was maybe the first time I'd ever heard a grown-up yell in my life, outside of a football game. But before I knew it, it was a full-on scream-fest. Half of the yelling came from somewhere off-stage, from a deep voice that we quickly learned was her soon-to-be-ex-husband. The whole thing was very other-worldly, Tammy and her almost-ex yelling at each other like that. I wish I would have known then what I know now, so I could tell Tammy that nobody deserves to be yelled at like that, and that people who yell aren't really the sorts of folks you need to be palling around with anyhow. But we all just sat there, side-ponied, prepubescent wanna-be dancers, waiting for class to start and wanting our teacher to stop screaming and for that mean guy to magically hush. That's the only time I can distinctly remember Tammy and her almost-ex yelling, but I could be blocking out the other times. Regardless: not exacly the year I mastered my shimmie OR my chasse.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-77405565092470235962010-01-05T19:58:00.002-05:002010-01-05T20:46:11.512-05:00ice skating ( with megan for 7)<span style="color:#3366ff;">from </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">77777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777777:</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">a few days ago, i went ice skating with my bestest friend ever named megan. and when it was time for them to clean the ice, (well it was my first time ice skating so megan's mom helped me get off the ice when it was time,) megan was coming to help me skate too. and she was at the end of the ( ice skating) rink,she was ice skating the wrong way. one time i almost went to the middle. then i told ms joy ( megan's mom) that i was cold and thirsty. and she said well why don't i buy you and megan some hot cocoa. and i said ok. and after that, we went back into the ice skating room, and ice skated some more. it was a FUN day. P.S. ME AND MEGAN.... BFFAEAE'S. ( AEAE stands for and ever and ever)</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">from 33333333333777777777777777733333333333333333333337777777777777333377777777:</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">You would think since I agreed that we would write on this topic, that I would have at least some small witty anecdote about ice skating to make my part interesting. But I got bupkis. Tonight's topic selection was a) 7's idea, and 2) basically a vehicle for 7 to tell y'all about her first exciting trip to the rink, courtesy of her aforementioned BFFAEAE, Megan. Now, MEGAN'S mom could tell you an ice skating story. She was championship Ice Princess skater grrl where she grew up in Coldsvile, Northdy North, USA. She could probably spin (punny!) a fabulous yarn about her days on the rink. Me? I vaguely remember something about a run-down ice rink in the middle of a mall somewhere near Charlotte when I was in high school. I remember being not good, and somewhat frightened of the whole bit. It wasn't the ice skating itself that was frightening, it was more because of the creepy dudes who hung out there. Maybe that's why I never became the Ice Princess of My Hometown. Either that, or it's because we haven't seen snow since the 70s, and the only thing we've got in the middle of our mall is a carousel. Maybe there's still time for me to become Little Miss Merry-Go-Round. Who knows? It's 2010. Bring it! </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-10970604654483137192009-12-30T19:58:00.002-05:002009-12-30T20:24:30.623-05:00Holly Gollolly!from 7 & 37:<br /><br />7 got this great idea (a few weeks ago, but 37 can't possibly keep up with all of her whims) to mail all our beloved followers Christmas cards to say thank you for being, well...beloved followers! So then, I thought (I have whims of my own, you know), that it would be more appropriate to send you Digital Holiday Greetings, because a) that's the manner to which you have become accustomed to receiving greetings from us in, and 2) we're out of stamps.<br /><br />So, to all our followers, new and old (we're up to TEN...how exciting is that?), and to those of you who follow us, but haven't figured out how to say so publicly (Mom and Trudy), MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HOLIDAYS, and HAVE A FABULOUS NEW YEAR! You guys are awesome, and every single comment, whether by blog, by email or by phone call, we appreciate you. Y'all keep us motivated!<br /><br />Wishing you all the happiness that a brand new year brings!<br /><br />With love,<br />7 & 37Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-15757367788197544712009-12-22T19:15:00.002-05:002009-12-22T19:48:20.433-05:00going caroling<span style="color:#ff9900;">#7</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">lastnight me and my mom went caroling. first we got on the redemeer luthran church activity bus.( our pastor drove.)first we went to mr. rusty and ms. debbie's house, then we went to ms.lib's house,and then we went to two other families houses. it made them happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">#37</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">it's not something you get the chance to participate in every day, or even every year for that matter, but if somebody asks you if you want to go caroling, say yes. it will warm a bunch of hearts, and make yours feel even bigger. singing experience not required. trust me.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-79457361069145367392009-12-20T17:16:00.002-05:002009-12-20T17:52:56.811-05:00#7's christmas play<span style="color:#6600cc;">#7</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br />today I had a christmas play. I wore my purple robe and we could'nt find the little rope that goes around my robe so we ended up using my dark purple scarf.and today at my christmas play............. we sang..............no ordinary night the first line is there's something in the air tonight it feel's as if the time right for something quite amazing to occur,the next song is glory to god.minding the flock tending the sheep trying to catch a moment of sleep,the next song is shaggy smelly sheep.the first line to that is camped upon a green judean hillside,the next song is head'in down to bethlehem,can't belive we really saw a angel,the next song is this is Jesus, little baby little savior who was born this holy night,the next song is go and tell.shout it from the housetop's.<br /><span style="color:#000000;">P.S. we had speaking part's.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"># 37</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">My participation in today's play was what my boss would refer to as "and all other duties as required." From the flocking of the sheep to the ironing of the backdrops to the wheeling out of the stage partition, I helped fill in the blanks where necessary. All of the accolades, however, go to my amazing friend, Martie, who pulled off the whole she-bang, along with our fab music director, Mark. I don't know how they did what they did, because it was one major production for our medium-ish Lutheran church, but they did it, and it was AWESOME. There's something magical and fabulous about a Christmas play; what a great way to celebrate this wonderful time of year. </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-91130448223674085762009-12-15T20:28:00.005-05:002009-12-15T21:35:24.085-05:00marshmallows<span style="color:#99ff99;">from 7:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">marshmallows are very squishy their like cotton balls almost. they are delish. my brother (Jake). loves marshmallows so very much. and you can put them in hot choclate. I love the deyhidrated marshmallows and I like to eat some before they are even in the hot choclate yet! one time when I was sick I was so sick I went to my nina's and she poured the marshmallows in the hot choclate and I did'nt get to eat any! so here's what I had to do I had to do.I had to eat some choclate marshmallows!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">from 37:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#333333;">What's in a marshmallow, really? And why are they delicious alone, or in cocoa, or in Rice Krispies treats? Is there anything contained in a marshmallow besides sugar? Is it just sugar that's been heated to such a high temperature that it explodes into a tiny pouf? Maybe that's what's happened to me over the years...the high temperatures to which I have been exposed have caused me to explode into a pouf. Regardless of the contents, a marshmallow is a divine food. Just think of all the pistachio salads you would have missed out on in your lifetime weren't it for the creation of the marshmallow. My life would be poorer fo sho without those white little poufers. One of my first jobs was at one of those all you can eat salad and steak places, and, while my friends got the pie jobs <em>waitressing</em>, I was relegated to the bowels of the restaurant...the kitchen...where I think my title was Salad Broad, or something as equally as complimentary. While my supercute friends got to wear their high hair without any sort of cumbersome head attire, I had to wear a white golfer's cap, which, I kid you not, said, "Salad Bar" on it. That's me...."Salad Bar"...the ENTIRE thing! And mind you golfer's hats were by NO MEANS fashionable back when I was Salad Broad aka Salad Bar, which made it even MORE uncomfortable to look at. I'm 37, so back when I was doing this gig, the jaunty-golfer-hat-look had left the building some 10 years prior, not to reappear until Justin Timberlake brought them into fashion like 5 minutes ago. So, no big fashion points being earned for Salad Bar. Anyhow, I worked in the back with this German woman named Brunhilde. It sounds like I'm being stereotypical by saying I worked for a German woman named Brunhilde, but can you BE stereotypical when you're telling a true story? Anyhow, Brunhilde was her full name, she told me, but she had just "Hilde" on her nametag. She had her own golf cap of shame, and she spoke with those really gutteral sounds that kind of scared you, but made you want to hear her talk more, too. She and I got to know each other very well back in the armpit of that steakhouse, and one of the things I remember best about Hilde was how she taught me how to make a VAT of pistachio salad that would, suprisingly, only last a few hours on a Friday night on that salad bar. People would cram that stuff into their faces like it was money. Anyhow, to create that vat took an ENORMOUS amount of marshmallows, plenty of pistachio pudding, and pounds of pineapple. Mix it with some Cool Whip in a tub the size of a small child, and you got yourself some good EATS! I'm proud to say that Green Pistachio Pouf Salad is now in my recipe repertoire because of Brunhilde. But I had to give the golf hat back. </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-84376574618736782262009-12-13T19:44:00.005-05:002009-12-13T21:04:22.733-05:00playdates<span style="color:#3366ff;">from 7: </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">today my neighbor ms Sharon, called us and asked if I could come over to have a playdate with her daughter.(Savanna)and so then 37 drove me over to Savanna's house,( even though she was really our neighbor)because it was so freezin cold out there. so when we got there me and Savanna went up to her room and played Barbies and then we went downstairs to have a popsicle. we asked mr Brett if we could have one and he said if there's two. then me and Savanna got out 5 coloring books and we both got to pick out two I picked growing up with pets and I got surgery. then we played Barbies some more and then we told ms Sharon "we're bored" and then I asked ms Sharon if Savanna could come over to my house and ms Sharon said "if it's okay with your parents"and so we called my house and daddy answered the phone and I asked him "can I talk to mom and he said "yes" so me , mr Brett and Savanna walked to my house. and first we</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">had a build-a-bear parade with Jake, then we played american girls Savanna was Kit, and I was Ruthie and we went downstairs with Kit and Ruthie,and ate pizza and watched mickey's twice upon a christmas and then it was time for Savanna to go home. it was a fun day.</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">The original title of tonight's entry was "playdates hard for adults"...7's idea..until she typed 13 lines and was too pooped to then explain WHY playdates are hard for adults. When she came to me with the title I thought her explanation was going to be about the coordination/serving/schepping/entertaining portion of a playdate that goes on for the adult. Her take was a little different, though. Had 7's tired fingers not betrayed her for the evening, she would have liked to have told you the following: Playdates are HARD for adults! You know why? Because adults don't PLAY, that's why! So, if Scott and I were to invite an adult or two over to OUR house for a playdate, we'd have nothing to DO! And you know what I think? She's kind of on to something! If you were to come over to my house at this very minute...no, wait, you wouldn't want to do that...I'm already in my monkey pajamas, and that might give you nightmares...but if you were to come over to my house TOMORROW, I'm sure I'd offer you a cup of coffee and maybe even a snack, but would we play? Friend, I'm sad to say, we probably would NOT. Why IS that? Why DON'T adults play more? I'm always up for a game of Uno or Scrabble or Gin Rummy. So, why don't I ever suggest it? Do any grown ups PLAY anymore? Maybe some of you do. I have a friend whose husband every once in a while challenges her to a spirited round of Hi Ho Cherry-O, winner takes all. So, there are those of you out there who are DOWN with game playing, even if you are a so-called grown-up. So, what about the rest of us? All of a sudden, I'm thinking a good game of Apples to Apples or Balderdash is in order. So, when are you coming over to play? Let's make a date!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">from 37:</span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-3267202867237976312009-12-10T20:03:00.003-05:002009-12-10T20:47:12.788-05:00Santa on the firetruck<span style="color:#cc0000;">f</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">r</span><span style="color:#cc0000;">om 7</span><span style="color:#000000;">: </span><br /><br />when we saw Santa claus on the firetruck,everyone in our couldasack was saying....."hi Santa!" and the firetruck was very very very loud and last year our freinds Davis,Daisi and Darajane were over,that's when Santa came arond.and the girl's were scared because the firetruck was so loud.last year when he came and the girl's were over,Santa threw out candy, but this year he did'nt. grayson<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">from 37</span><span style="color:#333333;">:</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">When Santa comes through our 'hood each year, it's a major production. Fire truck in front, fire engine in the middle, fire truck in the back, with THE BIG GUY on astride the top of the engine. Our first clue that he's heading near is the awesome tunes blasting from one of the trucks. This sends us into a frenzy of screeching, coat-scrambling-for, and downright giddyness that makes even the dog almost wet her Labrador pants. It's almost more exciting than the event itself. But when that dude comes cascading down our hill, with that big spotlight on his big furry mane and his bowl full o jelly jiggling, it's a magical moment. And now that Jake doesn't scream from the super loud noise and the frenetic energy exhibited by the rest of his family, it's even more fun. </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-17761329719915245342009-12-09T18:43:00.003-05:002009-12-09T19:01:53.544-05:00the food wedding<span style="color:#ffcc00;">from 7:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">ok my cousin Jonathan made a las vegas wedding out of...........a box,fruit loops,cherrios,plastic spoons,markers and some dental floss.and speaking of a las vegas wedding. I made 1 myself. and I made mine out of..........a cearal box, salt, pepper, surrend wrap and some plastic knifes,forks and spoons.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">The knife-bride looked resplendent in her Press 'n Seal veil....</span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-30232543438655205622009-12-08T19:43:00.005-05:002009-12-08T21:25:57.015-05:00What is your favorite christmas movie?<span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">from 7:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">my favorite christmas movie would have to be "mickey's twice upon a christmas."the thing that the movie is trying to teach little one's is...... well....... let's just say little children are donald.k?so their so little and their brains are so small.so let's think the little children's brain's as Donald's heart. Donald's heart is so small</span> he does'nt care enogh at christmastime because he think's the true meaning of christmas is all about getting presents. but it's really about caring for others and celebrating jesus's birth. when jesus was born and he turned one that was year one, same thing when he turned two and three........and on and on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">I had no idea what an array of Christmas movies existed, until I read somewhere that ABC Family was hosting an entire month full of 'em. Blew my mind. Lots of fluffy stuff I'd never heard of, chock full of dogs saving humans, humans saving dogs, dogs saving children who need better humans, you know...happy with a splash of sappy, and a dash of weepy. But among of these offerings, if I were to pick my fave, I would still revert back to "It's a Wonderful Life", which I'd never seen until maybe six or seven years ago. My sweet husband, knowing my fondness for a good tearjerker, recommended it to me, because I had apparently been living under ye olde proverbial rock where Christmas Classics were concerned. Anyhow, saw it, loved it, cried my eyes out, and now it's an essential part of my holiday season. Although I did see a movie on ABC Family this weekend that was pretty interesting, just for people-watching-sake. It must have been filmed circa 1989, because the lady was wearing a dress VERY similar to one I had during that EXACT year. Actually, I think most of us had that dress that year...but just seeing it made me miss the poufy clothes of the late 80s/early 90s, and the way our hair was just uncontrollably flowy and big, and girls got to wear bows with a straight face. Like we thought they looked GOOD. So, that movie, whatever it was called, gets an honorable mention, just for the flashback of bows and poufyness it brought. Another flick that's not too shabby is one that's new from the Pixar Peeps: "Prep and Landing". WAY fun. Watch out, Frank Capra, you gots some competition!</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">But, if you had to pick, 7 and 37 would love to know: what's YOUR favorite Christmas movie? </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-23008495350695195802009-12-07T20:46:00.002-05:002009-12-07T21:21:56.789-05:00Ham<span style="color:#ff6666;">from 7:</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">Ham is delicious. You can bake it and it has a little timer in it. I bake it at my Nina's house. (Nina is my grandmother.) Me and my grandma eat it together at her house with granddaddy, 37, Jake and daddy.(granddaddy is my grandfather.) Everybody loves ham. </span><br /><span style="color:#333333;">G.J.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">from 37:</span><br /><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="color:#000000;">Is there anything</span> better than a delicious ham, I mean, really? There's something about Ham and the Holidays that just goes so perfectly together. Turkey may be the star of Thanksgiving, but Ham shows up to both Thanksgiving AND Christmas without looking like a party-crasher. I'd feel a lot better about Ham if I knew it wasn't possibly somebody's mother, though. The whole vegetarian concept has always appealed to me, and I tried it once in college, and got through the whole year without touching anything that had parents, but as soon as the holidays rolled around, BAM! I was shoving meat in my face by the handful. Maybe when 7 grows up to be a scientist, after she makes cancer drugs hurt less and turns the devil into a nice guy, she can make a Ham grow on a tree. Christmas Party at my house! Tree Ham for everyone! </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-81701717188958552902009-12-06T20:37:00.001-05:002009-12-06T21:20:34.233-05:00At festivce<span style="color:#33cc00;">from 7 </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">when we went to festivce,we went to a parade.<span style="font-size:180%;">1</span><span style="font-size:85%;">st</span> we saw the king and queen of festivce,then we saw some skateboarder dudes that went over a ramp,and then we saw the <span style="font-size:180%;">1</span> and only Santa claus and ms claus!the best part is Santa threw out candy.</span><br /><br />-g-j-<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">from thirty seven</span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Parades always make me a little nervous, because I'm always afraid a clown is going to show up. Just writing the word "clown" gives me the heebies. Seven's no different. Whether she's taken her cues from me, or it's pure genetics, this Dynamic Duo is NOT a fan of people in creepy make-up. So, it was with more than a little trepidation that I packed up the kids and the husband and headed downtown, but, hey, sacrifices must be made for something such as inspiring as the season of Festivus and its subsequent Parade. Actually, the parade was about 12 minutes worthof dudes on skateboards, people on bicycles, The Grinch, the Festivus King and Queen, and Santa and his much-younger-looking Missus. But it was a hoot and a half anyway, and we did get some candy canes and Now & Laters thrown our way. That was exciting. And then we got to go eat Fish Tacos and Fried Pickles with our friends, Amy and Gina. Don't knock the fried pickles until you've had one of these delicacies dunked into Ranch dressing, friends. It is a gastro-pleasure of the highest order, which is as exciting as the Festivus Feats of Strength Themselves. Unfortunately, we were unable to participate in either those OR the Airing of Grievances portion of Festivus, as that section was cordoned off to those getting their drink on, and 7 wasn't really into that, if you can imagine. So, we basically trucked downtown to see a 12 minute parade and eat dinner, but we left happy, with our stomachs full, our pockets full of sugar, and glad to have spent the evening among friends other than those who get their paychecks from the Disney Channel...even if stepping out of our comfy chairs for the night meant risking a run-in with freakish clown types. Someone should really get those dudes their own island. </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-87389987156867211122009-12-03T20:32:00.005-05:002009-12-03T21:46:13.982-05:00Shopping at the holiday store<span style="color:#00cccc;">from seven:</span><br /><br />Today I went to the holiday store. I bought 2 things for mom, 2 things for dad and 2 things for Jake. But.......I can only tell what I got for Jake. But you can't tell him OK? I got him a teddy bear named Roger and a slithery snake. The reason you can't tell him is because it's a christmas present and the reason why I'm not gonna tell you mom and dad's present's is because my mom help's me with this blog and daddy read's our blog. And I lost one of mom's present's. G.J. :(<br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">from thirty-seven:</span><br /><br />Okay, so what's weird is that we agreed on a topic tonight that I can't really write about, since I did not actually shop at the holiday store. But them's the rules, so here's what I've got: I sent in money for the holiday store. Yep, that's about the extent of my brush with the holiday store. The store itself is a pretty cool concept, actually. The parents send in money to the school, after helping the kids develop a budget to help them shop: 3 dollars for Dad, 3 dollars for brother...that sort of thing. It feels like a cruel joke to me that there's shopping going on that I don't get to participate in because I'm older than 11. But the <u>real</u> cruelness came in when Gracie had one of her holiday store purchases stolen during her afterschool care. Crueler <u>still</u> was her learning that she had been lied to by a friend. The kid told her she hadn't taken the gift even though there were witnesses, and the kid practically had the wrapping paper hanging out of her sleeve as proof. We tried asking the dad and again the kid to see if they knew the whereabouts of the missing prize--the dad said his kid didn't have it, and the kid blamed it on a 2nd grader. So, that was that.<br /><br />I've spent the last few hours trying to reconcile my anger towards a father who would allow his daughter to lie to him, to another adult, to a friend...against the pathos I feel for a kid whose parents wouldn't--or couldn't--send in money for the holiday store. After much contemplation, and by the grace of God, I'm glad to say pathos is currently in the lead.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-70125174744406286422009-12-02T20:54:00.003-05:002009-12-02T21:43:07.203-05:00What I wanna be when I grow up<span style="color:#cc33cc;">from seven:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">I wanna be a </span><span style="color:#000000;">s</span><span style="color:#000000;">cientist when I grow up because I wanna discover new things,and make things happen.Two things I want to make happen are.......if you have canser you can get something that`s better than a canser shot and how to make the devil be good.So everyone who's reading this blog remember what I just typed and you think if you might wanna be a scientist when YOU grow up.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">G.J.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">from thirty-seven:</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">When I grow up, which I'm sure is going to be any minute now, I think I'm going to be a doctor. Because the older I get, the more interested I become in medicine and the aspects of healing, but really the truth is, a whole lot of my brain is interested in the diagnosing-part. I don't know what it is: the thrill of the puzzle...the additition and subtraction that comes when putting together what it could be or what it's not...or the big breather you let out when you finally figure out what it is you actually have...and it's not as bad as you thought.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"> </span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-60719596204397186222009-12-02T10:28:00.003-05:002009-12-02T10:33:08.739-05:00rulesBefore we started our new blogventure last night, Gracie and I decided to set some ground rules:<br /> <br />1. Agree on a topic.<br />2. No peeking over the other one's shoulder while they're writing until you're both finished.<br />3. Homework first, blog second.<br />4. You're in charge of your own typing.<br />5. Lipgloss is not mandatory while typing, but it doesn't hurt, either.<br />6. Feel free to change the rules as we go along (we're girls; that's what we do.)<br />and finally,<br />7. Mom gets the final say on published content.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1595884529824468755.post-9704725946788066722009-12-01T20:20:00.000-05:002009-12-02T09:57:10.389-05:00frost on the car.<div><em>from seven:</em><br /><br />This morning when I got in the car there was frost on all of the windows.It was everywhere!And so we could`nt go!And mom could`nt find the ice scraper.But.....she found a dvd.So.....she scraped it off.(the car)with the dvd.P.S.this story is true.Grayson Jane<br /><br /><em>from thirty-seven:</em><br /><br />The first frost of the year always takes me by surprise, mainly because I always forget it gets cold enough here to <u>make</u> the stuff. What <u>doesn't</u> suprise me, however, is the fact that I can never manage to remember in which dark, savage corner of my garage I've decided to stow my car-frost-scraper from the year before. The realization that I'm missing this implement always seems to come at about the same instant that I realize a) I'm late for work, 2) the bus driver has just pulled away and my kid isn't on it, and c) the dog has upended the trash can...again. It was during one of these fast-forward, full-tilt mornings, driven by frost-bitten panic that I managed to come up with one of my favorite inventions, however, of which I am very proud: the CD-case-scrape-o-matic. It works quite well in a pinch, and, if held at just the right angle, manages to scrape off nearly the same amount of of white dust as your garden-variety, Walmart-purchased scraper, which you may or may not be able to locate at the moment. So, it was during this first frost of the year that I was digging for my Plan B Scraper that I realized I had at my disposal a DVD case, leftover from a long, summer trip where Dora was in charge of entertaining my children while I did the driving. I attempted the DVD case for a second, but it just didn't do the justice of the trusty CD holders of winters past. So, I reached back into the car, whipped out They Might Be Giants' "Here Come the 123s", and let them take care of business. As usual, the Giants did NOT disappoint. And an added bonus? From inside the car, my kids thought I was making it snow.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11508125880579899735noreply@blogger.com2