October 30, 2008
I was filling up the Halloween Candy Cauldron tonight, and just stopped to think what might be going on deep down inside.
I put M & M's, some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and a mixture of Hersheys miniature candy bars.
Can't you just picture those Snicker's bars huddling in the bottom "snickering" at all the other candy's? I mean, who knows what Snicker's Bars could get up to in the bottom of that deep cauldron? How does a Snicker's Bar sound when it snickers? Do you suppose it leaks out just a bit of that caramel stuff? Maybe the peanuts tickle it's tummy, and that's what starts all the snickering. Maybe they are snickering because someone's wrapper is coming undone. Maybe they pulled a good joke on the Mr. Goodbars.
Those M & M's could really get into mischief too.....they could really pull off some good stuff and never get blamed for it. I mean those blue guys, there's always so many of them. How would you know who to blame for sitting on and smashing all the Twix Bars? And the red guys, they are constantly blushing, so how would you know if they were guilty of eating the Hershey Bars or not? Those green guys, they are constantly envious of everyone, so they are probably trying to do away with the Milky Way bars. And speaking of Milky Ways, isn't that up in the sky somewhere? Those orange M & M's are really the only ones that fit the holiday season this time of year....unless of course, you bought those goulish ones that Shyla bought. That leaves the brown ones, and I think those are probably the most troublesome as when you drop them they seem to roll away for their own adventures. If one of those little guys gets loose in the cauldron, we might have a real dramatic situation on our hands tomorrow night.
I really don't think the Reese's Cups like those M & M's to start with, as I've seen them avoid each other.....the Reese's cups like to stay at the top of the pile...the Hershey bars report that the Reese's cups have delicate skin and don't want to take the chance of being even the slightest bit squashed. Those M & M guy's can weasle ther way most anywhere ( on a side note, they like the under cushion of the couch!), and in the cauldron on Halloween night, they just might end up with Frankenstein, or worse yet, some Star Wars creature. (No, I don't take comments from the Galactic gallery!) Somehow, I think the M & M's don't fit the image of Frankenstein.
Who knows what little goblins will choose for their goody bags tomorrow night, but I bet it won't be the Hershey's Dark Chocolate bars....those are so mysterious and dark. Perfect for Halloween if you ask me....I mean, who wants a bright and cheery Skittle when you can have a dark Hershey bar? Fits the season.....
Those little packages of Smarties are a bit smug if anyone asks my opinion....I mean really, has anyone seen even one Smartie graduate from High School? What make's them so smart anyway?
I like those Butterfinger bars, they seem to always be falling all over everyone. Guess you could say, they really have a bunch of 'Butter Fingers".
My favorite ones are the miniature Cherry Mash bars. They look like little piles of who knows what, but they could really do a number with the "Monster Mash".
I have held a bag of Crunch bars back just in case we have a candy situation and need some help in a "Crunch"!
Enough of this foolishness tonight. Must get my foot on ice.
Everyone be nice to the little goblins, and don't eat all the candy.
Love you.
Mom
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Misc. Musings
October 29, 2008
Well, Dad is on an airplane to Denver. He will be back on Friday....who can guess what will happen while he is gone! Something ALWAYS does.
Cooper will be student teaching at dance tonight because I simply can't get her to YW and Cymbre to dance at the same time. They are too far apart to go early to one and late to another.
Cool here this morning, the girls are wearing sweatshirts to the bus stop.
Where are all you guys when we have cupcakes left over from the party that need eating? We have been giving them away to get them eaten before they are stale.
Got the lime green neon leotard for Cooper's tap solo, and the briefs for Cymbre's tap solo yesterday. I am making progress, but need some serious sewing machine time. If my foot would just cooperate. Although, I did wear my tennis shoe again yesterday.
Here's the bus....bye.
Mom
Well, Dad is on an airplane to Denver. He will be back on Friday....who can guess what will happen while he is gone! Something ALWAYS does.
Cooper will be student teaching at dance tonight because I simply can't get her to YW and Cymbre to dance at the same time. They are too far apart to go early to one and late to another.
Cool here this morning, the girls are wearing sweatshirts to the bus stop.
Where are all you guys when we have cupcakes left over from the party that need eating? We have been giving them away to get them eaten before they are stale.
Got the lime green neon leotard for Cooper's tap solo, and the briefs for Cymbre's tap solo yesterday. I am making progress, but need some serious sewing machine time. If my foot would just cooperate. Although, I did wear my tennis shoe again yesterday.
Here's the bus....bye.
Mom
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Pumpkin Surgery!
Here's the pumpkin surgery tonight!
October 26, 2008
Dad's about ready to kill Cymbre's pumpkin! He's already done in Cooper's!
Here's the guts to prove my point!
Cymbre's princess castle.
Cooper Princess Ariel.
The finished products.....I need a better photo. You can click on the photo for a bigger view!
October 26, 2008
Dad's about ready to kill Cymbre's pumpkin! He's already done in Cooper's!
Here's the guts to prove my point!
Cymbre's princess castle.
Cooper Princess Ariel.
The finished products.....I need a better photo. You can click on the photo for a bigger view!
More Party Photos
Here's more party photos
October 26, 2008
Cymbre and Friend playing Dead Man
Cymbre playing Monster Twister
Flip Cup Relay
October 26, 2008
Cymbre and Friend playing Dead Man 
Cymbre playing Monster Twister
Flip Cup Relay
Cooper's costume
Ms. Andee and Connor
Ms. Andee and Connor
Halloween Party Photos
Halloween Party Photos
October 26, 2008
Cooper is a sudoku puzzle!
Daddy Mummies!
Cymbre is the Candy Corn Witch with the orange stripped socks.
Cooper and Kendall in Kendall's costume.
October 26, 2008
Cooper is a sudoku puzzle!
Daddy Mummies!
Cymbre is the Candy Corn Witch with the orange stripped socks.
Cooper and Kendall in Kendall's costume.
Party Preparations
October 26, 2008
Decorations for the girls party.
This makes it look like I never dust. It was Dad's idea!
The Spiders are getting out of control at our house!
More decorations.
Cymbre's about me poster.
Decorations for the girls party.
This makes it look like I never dust. It was Dad's idea!
The Spiders are getting out of control at our house!
More decorations.
Cymbre's about me poster.
Car Damage
October 26, 2008
Damage to the car in the accident
Missing parts
The back looks good, but the license plate is wrinkled, and the trunk leaks.
Front doesn't look to bad from a distance, but the side of the car behind the wheels is wrinkled.
Damage to the car in the accident
Missing parts
The back looks good, but the license plate is wrinkled, and the trunk leaks.
Front doesn't look to bad from a distance, but the side of the car behind the wheels is wrinkled.Photos!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
These are Shyla's Elephant Ears in the garden after Hurricane Ike. I'm not thinking they really enjoyed Ike's visit. They are looking kind of droopy to me. And now after it got a tiny bit chilly, they are really looking sad.
And these photos prove that Cymbre was in attendance at Shock too. She danced her little legs off all day long. Shock was a GREAT experience for those two girls.
This shows the real star of the family. Louie! He's wearing Cymbre's new hat.
These are Shyla's Elephant Ears in the garden after Hurricane Ike. I'm not thinking they really enjoyed Ike's visit. They are looking kind of droopy to me. And now after it got a tiny bit chilly, they are really looking sad.
And these photos prove that Cymbre was in attendance at Shock too. She danced her little legs off all day long. Shock was a GREAT experience for those two girls.
This shows the real star of the family. Louie! He's wearing Cymbre's new hat.More photos later after Dad downloads the party last night....oh my goodness! And the pumpkin surgery today.
Mom
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Cymbre Tay
October 22, 2008
Cymbre Tay Flanagan is a fifth grader this year.
Dance shoes in her dance bag tell us that she has recently been seen tap dancing with Mark Goodman, A National Master Tap Dance Teacher. Those same shoes report being autographed by Mark Goodman, and have currently been banished from her dance bag. It seems that they are special, and will be made into a shadow box display of her favorite things.
In other news, stuffed rhinos on the shelf in Cymbre's bedroom report that she has a real live pet rhino, named Rosa. Emails on the home computer reveal that Cymbre receives quarterly updates about Rosa from the preserve where she lives in Sumatra.
Cell phone logs called into report that Cymbre has several sisters, a brother, and a brother-in-law, and sister-in-law that call to talk to her on a regular basis. Cymbre can be heard laughing as they talk to her.
We checked the family computer, and we discovered that Cymbre has her own blog. There she has photos of her rhinos, and leaves messages for her family to read.
Close examination of Cymbre's bedroom reveals that she loves to scrapbook, dance, read, play computer games, and make craft items.
Cymbre recently received her own bedroom for the first time, and the walls report that they got a spiffy new facelift. It has been reported by Dad's paintbrush and Mom's sponge that the walls are now two shades of purple with just a bit of blue.
Cymbre's comb disclosed that her highlights that Aunt Nettie did last March are now really outgrown, and the comb says that the kid needs a trip back to see Aunt Nettie. Then she will need to go see Aunt Sherrie for a new haircut!
Cymbre's smile has suddenly turned pink and blue....at least on her front teeth! Further investigation, but our ITCCB (Investgative Teeth Color Changes Bureau) informs us that she has recently been to the orthodontist for a new wire, and decided to change her rubber bands. Thank goodness, it wasn't Mom's cooking!
This little snuggle bug appears to be getting more FRECKLES! This biased mom thinks they are SO CUTE!! If she were to lay really still and sleep, you could play connect the dots, and maybe draw a really interesting picture....might be like a Picasso though.
Dad needs to be really careful, as if he gets into to much trouble for teasing Cymbre, her rhinos may stampede! That could be tragic considering his office is full of tigers! I'm not quite sure who would win that contest. Dad is constantly seen teasing the little girl, and this editor thinks he plans out things to do to her at work, and then comes home to spring his "one liners" on the poor unsuspecting child. No wonder kids need a Mom!
On that note, I am going to put my foot in the jacuzzi, and then back on ice. This cold front has it very painful....I think it's Ralph's fault because he didn't go to the hospital for my surgery! Dumb Bear!
Love you all,
Mom
Cymbre Tay Flanagan is a fifth grader this year.
Dance shoes in her dance bag tell us that she has recently been seen tap dancing with Mark Goodman, A National Master Tap Dance Teacher. Those same shoes report being autographed by Mark Goodman, and have currently been banished from her dance bag. It seems that they are special, and will be made into a shadow box display of her favorite things.
In other news, stuffed rhinos on the shelf in Cymbre's bedroom report that she has a real live pet rhino, named Rosa. Emails on the home computer reveal that Cymbre receives quarterly updates about Rosa from the preserve where she lives in Sumatra.
Cell phone logs called into report that Cymbre has several sisters, a brother, and a brother-in-law, and sister-in-law that call to talk to her on a regular basis. Cymbre can be heard laughing as they talk to her.
We checked the family computer, and we discovered that Cymbre has her own blog. There she has photos of her rhinos, and leaves messages for her family to read.
Close examination of Cymbre's bedroom reveals that she loves to scrapbook, dance, read, play computer games, and make craft items.
Cymbre recently received her own bedroom for the first time, and the walls report that they got a spiffy new facelift. It has been reported by Dad's paintbrush and Mom's sponge that the walls are now two shades of purple with just a bit of blue.
Cymbre's comb disclosed that her highlights that Aunt Nettie did last March are now really outgrown, and the comb says that the kid needs a trip back to see Aunt Nettie. Then she will need to go see Aunt Sherrie for a new haircut!
Cymbre's smile has suddenly turned pink and blue....at least on her front teeth! Further investigation, but our ITCCB (Investgative Teeth Color Changes Bureau) informs us that she has recently been to the orthodontist for a new wire, and decided to change her rubber bands. Thank goodness, it wasn't Mom's cooking!
This little snuggle bug appears to be getting more FRECKLES! This biased mom thinks they are SO CUTE!! If she were to lay really still and sleep, you could play connect the dots, and maybe draw a really interesting picture....might be like a Picasso though.
Dad needs to be really careful, as if he gets into to much trouble for teasing Cymbre, her rhinos may stampede! That could be tragic considering his office is full of tigers! I'm not quite sure who would win that contest. Dad is constantly seen teasing the little girl, and this editor thinks he plans out things to do to her at work, and then comes home to spring his "one liners" on the poor unsuspecting child. No wonder kids need a Mom!
On that note, I am going to put my foot in the jacuzzi, and then back on ice. This cold front has it very painful....I think it's Ralph's fault because he didn't go to the hospital for my surgery! Dumb Bear!
Love you all,
Mom
Monday, October 20, 2008
What Kind Of Ice Cube Would I Be?
October 20. 2008
Well, we have just finished dinner, and Dad is doing the dance run. So I have a few minutes to do whatever, and then I have to go to the store and pick up my medicine.
So I was filling up the ice trays tonight, and was thinking about what kind of ice cube I would want to be. You know there are all shapes and sizes. Would I want to be a half moon, which is what our ice maker makes....or a regular cube shape like the old fashioned trays I use. Would I like to be a star, a four leaf clover, a snowman, a diamond?
I have decided that I can't decide what shape I would want....although I decided it can't be any fat shape! And nothing nerdy either!
However, I have decided that I would live in the middle of the bin, that way I could be friends with everyone, and could get a good look at all the good looking men ice cubes. I wonder what shape Dad would be....I better ask, so I know what to look for.
I don't think I would be an ice cube that sticks to other cubes, that might limit my abilities to move around the bin and make friends with other lady cubes. Who knows, the sides of the bin may have eyes that make mean looks at you if you get to close to them.
Rumor has it that you don't want to be the cube at the bottom of the bin either, as those tend to be the ones that Dad scoops up to put in Mom's foot ice water thing.
Opps, got to go pick up the girls, they've been in an accident on the way to dance. Dad says they may have whiplash.
Back from getting the girls...some lady hit Dad in the car from behind enough to set off her airbags, and send Dad into the car in front of him. Everyone's necks are hurting, and the girls, especially Cymbre I am sure have whiplash. The policeman said I could bring them home, and Cymbre is getting in the jacuzzi with the bubbles to see if we can't relax her neck a bit. I am probably taking them both to the Dr. in the morning. Dad is still with the policeman, but should be home soon. He's sore in the chest from hitting the steering wheel, and neck from hitting the head rest....GREAT!! At least, the accident was not his fault. Cymbre is pretty upset...it's her first accident.
Anyway, back to the ice cubes....
Sources in the ice tray tell me that if you stick to the wrong ice cubes, you can land in a heap of trouble.....you end up in Cymbre's chicken noodle soup when it's to hot, or Mom's foot cooler, or even Dad's orange juice. I understand that those are pretty terrible deaths for ice cubes. I can imagine the soup, going from freezing to boiling without any notice. I don't really think going into my foot cooler would be so bad, except it would be a slow melting death in a very dark cylinder. Bit aren't ice cubes used to melting slowly?
After interviewing the corner ice cube, I discovered that the way to have a good life as an ice cube is to know where the scoop is going when it hits the drawer....if is it filling the school lunch water bottle, that's good. Then you get to go to school, and you can hear what's going on in Cymbre's classroom until your demise. I guess Cymbre's ice bottle is better than Mom's foot cooler for ice, but it seems to me that there is not oxygen in her thing she uses on her knee or wrist. It's just a rubber ice bag....mine for my foot is much higher class in my opinion.
The half moon ice cubes report that they don't really like it when I empty the ice trays in the bin on top of them, it seems like the regular ice cubes are heavy, and have rough corners that bump the half moon ones. GIVE ME A BREAK! I understand the half moon ones would rather be on the top of the bin, and not under the cube shaped ones.
If I were an ice cube, I think I would want to be the one that ended up in a nice glass of pink lemonade on a hot summer day....at least I would have a GREAT drink!
Must go take care of the girls.
Love you.
Mom
Well, we have just finished dinner, and Dad is doing the dance run. So I have a few minutes to do whatever, and then I have to go to the store and pick up my medicine.
So I was filling up the ice trays tonight, and was thinking about what kind of ice cube I would want to be. You know there are all shapes and sizes. Would I want to be a half moon, which is what our ice maker makes....or a regular cube shape like the old fashioned trays I use. Would I like to be a star, a four leaf clover, a snowman, a diamond?
I have decided that I can't decide what shape I would want....although I decided it can't be any fat shape! And nothing nerdy either!
However, I have decided that I would live in the middle of the bin, that way I could be friends with everyone, and could get a good look at all the good looking men ice cubes. I wonder what shape Dad would be....I better ask, so I know what to look for.
I don't think I would be an ice cube that sticks to other cubes, that might limit my abilities to move around the bin and make friends with other lady cubes. Who knows, the sides of the bin may have eyes that make mean looks at you if you get to close to them.
Rumor has it that you don't want to be the cube at the bottom of the bin either, as those tend to be the ones that Dad scoops up to put in Mom's foot ice water thing.
Opps, got to go pick up the girls, they've been in an accident on the way to dance. Dad says they may have whiplash.
Back from getting the girls...some lady hit Dad in the car from behind enough to set off her airbags, and send Dad into the car in front of him. Everyone's necks are hurting, and the girls, especially Cymbre I am sure have whiplash. The policeman said I could bring them home, and Cymbre is getting in the jacuzzi with the bubbles to see if we can't relax her neck a bit. I am probably taking them both to the Dr. in the morning. Dad is still with the policeman, but should be home soon. He's sore in the chest from hitting the steering wheel, and neck from hitting the head rest....GREAT!! At least, the accident was not his fault. Cymbre is pretty upset...it's her first accident.
Anyway, back to the ice cubes....
Sources in the ice tray tell me that if you stick to the wrong ice cubes, you can land in a heap of trouble.....you end up in Cymbre's chicken noodle soup when it's to hot, or Mom's foot cooler, or even Dad's orange juice. I understand that those are pretty terrible deaths for ice cubes. I can imagine the soup, going from freezing to boiling without any notice. I don't really think going into my foot cooler would be so bad, except it would be a slow melting death in a very dark cylinder. Bit aren't ice cubes used to melting slowly?
After interviewing the corner ice cube, I discovered that the way to have a good life as an ice cube is to know where the scoop is going when it hits the drawer....if is it filling the school lunch water bottle, that's good. Then you get to go to school, and you can hear what's going on in Cymbre's classroom until your demise. I guess Cymbre's ice bottle is better than Mom's foot cooler for ice, but it seems to me that there is not oxygen in her thing she uses on her knee or wrist. It's just a rubber ice bag....mine for my foot is much higher class in my opinion.
The half moon ice cubes report that they don't really like it when I empty the ice trays in the bin on top of them, it seems like the regular ice cubes are heavy, and have rough corners that bump the half moon ones. GIVE ME A BREAK! I understand the half moon ones would rather be on the top of the bin, and not under the cube shaped ones.
If I were an ice cube, I think I would want to be the one that ended up in a nice glass of pink lemonade on a hot summer day....at least I would have a GREAT drink!
Must go take care of the girls.
Love you.
Mom
Sunday, October 19, 2008
More Cooper Dancing
October 18, 2008
OK, Here's another video.
By the way...Happy Sweetest Day, World Toy Camera Day, and tomorrow is Evaluate Your Life Day! A good thing to do anyway.
Mom
Mom Figured Out Video!
October 18, 2008
Ok, so I've set up blogs for the little girls finally....they think it has taken FOREVER!! Cymbre's is beastiesbusiness.blogspot.com, and Cooper's is coopsdogbones.blogspot.com. I've made Cymbre's private so that you have to have a google account to read it. Cooper's will be too once she gets her friends email addresses. I don't want people they don't know reading them.
AND, I get to claim being the first one to put a video on my blog!!! Mom's finally first at something. It's a video of Cooper dancing with Mark Goodman at Shock. She won a scholarship to go back next year for free. Quite the accomplishment. To watch, you just push the play button. He doesn't push Seirra in a mean way, he is just teasing her.
Ya'll check out the girls blogs. Leave them comments.
Mom
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Kids Are SO DEMANDING!!
October 18, 2008
Ok, so here's the beginning photos of Cooper's room. Dad has since finished painting the dressers and stuff, so I need to take the latest ones....however, this gives you demanding children an idea of what we did. AND, the date on the photo should be 2008, who knows what the camera is thinking.
And for those who don't remember parties, I seem to remember cleaning them up....and I have pictures.
Mom
Friday, October 17, 2008
I Can Find The Photos Finally!
October 17, 2008
Well, here's a picture finally of Cymbre's room. We sponged two walls, and I finally got the curtains made and up. The only things left are to print some photos for her picture frames, and do the wall words. Maybe she will get the words she wants for Christmas. Who knows! I did find a website to order them from. She wants her name.
I spent the day at BizTown with Cymbre today. I was running the Health and Fitness Center, and she was the CEO for the Delivery center. It was a major learning experience for those kids. They had to write checks, make invoices, pay bills, make deposits in the bank, and still run their stores. They were very busy from when they got there until they left. I left as they gathered for the final town meeting. I had to pick up Cooper from school. I'm glad I went with her, but my foot has a different opinion. Oh well, it will survive!
We have dance tomorrow afternoon with Ms. Andee...the girls are loving having her come each Saturday to work on their solos upstairs. Tomorrow, after working upstairs, we are going to the studio to work on the solos on the full floor.
I have almost got the two tap solo costumes made, have a poodle skirt left, and then some rhinestoning to finish. Then it's on to the duet, and Cooper's Jazz solo. I've done the alterations for a lady at Hintze, but don't think I will do much more of that. I have decided that I really don't like to do that. To much ripping out and putting back together.
The weather is cooling down a bit, a welcome relief for most of us.
Found another really cute shirt for Baby Jack, but we are saving it for Christmas. Cymbre is excited.
The girls are having a major Halloween party here next Saturday, so they have decorated up the entire downstairs, and have been working on prizes for games, games, costumes, and getting all the food ready this past week. We just have a few more things to work on. There will be around 30 kids and some parents here. Victoria, Cooper, and Cymbre are doing the party. It will be fun, but a mess in the end. They want to make the Dad's who will be here into TP mummies for a game. The Dad's will be the ones who decide the costume awards, and help keep things under control. Even Ms. Andee and her husband and baby Connor are coming. Should be really fun, they haven't had a party in a long time. The problem will be, the friends will want to have another one for Christmas, just you watch.
Well, I am going to put my swollen foot to bed.....sounds delightful.
Have a great weekend.
Love you,
Mom
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
THE FLANAGAN TIMES
THE FLANAGAN TIMES
Sources close to this editor have reported that a certain family named Flanagan who reside in Cypress, TX have been having way to many adventures this past week.
SATURDAY NIGHT CALL LEADS TO DINOSAUR ICE CREAM PURCHASE
Note pads in the basket by the family telephone report that around 8pm on Saturday evening the family phone rang. It was answered by Mom, (who won't say her age), but who informed us it was her friend with the little boy with liver cancer. The young mother was crying, and was calling the Flanagan Mom to find out where you buy dinosaur ice cream. After hearing the details of the young mothers week, our mom found out she was having some alone time at the grocery store after coming home from the hospital once again. All little Ethan wanted was some dinosaur ice cream, and his mom couldn't find it. Pens standing in the basket reported to us that the Flanagan mom was close to tears as she asked what she could do....in the end, Mom and the little girls went to the store, luckily found the dinosaur ice cream (Ben and Jerry's Fossil Fuel) for those who don't know, and took 2 pints to the Brown family. Mom's foot even managed to walk normally while in the Brown house thanks to a silent prayer uttered in the car on the way over. Then the limp returned as Mom left the house. (At least Sister Brown didn't see the pain Mom was in.)
BRAND NEW TAP SHOES NOW ON THE SHELF BECAUSE OF HANDWRITING!
Taps on the bottom of two pairs of tap shoes called our office to report they are suddenly out of work. They were all upset because they thought they had been doing their jobs very well lately. They had spent hours and hours rehearsing tap solos, and going to tap class. However, suddenly at a intensive dance workshop they were put out of business. How will they ever feed all the baby taps waiting at home? What will become of these families? Further investigation from several sources found at a dance workshop reveals that the tap shoes now have some very important handwriting on them. It seems that THE "Mark Goodman", a master tap dance teacher signed his name across the toes of each pair of shoes. Now in order to preserve the handwriting, the shoes must be sidelined! Oh the drama! At this same workshop, Cooper's pair of tap shoes reports that she was asked to dance on stage yet again with Mark Goodman, and also received a scholarship to attend next year's workshop. Cymbre's shoes tell us that her little toes were sore from all the dancing she did at the workshop. Receipts in Mom's purse have the proof that new tap shoes have been purchased to replace the sidelined ones, and two dancers are now working on breaking them in, and hoping to avoid any blisters!
NEIL DIAMOND SINGS SONGS THE LITTLE GIRLS RECOGNIZE!
Ticket stubs laying on Dad's desk have called in some startling information to this newspaper. It seems that during a concert in Houston, TX tonight, Neil Diamond actually sang some songs the children in the Flanagan family actually knew. They were surprised to hear, Sweet Caroline, Forever In Blue Jeans, Coming to America, Cracklin' Rose and a few other songs. The poor children have been brainwashed into liking his songs because of having to listen to the music in the cars while driving here and there. The clock on the kitchen wall reports that the family returned home around 11:15 PM, and everyone scurried off to get into bed. Seems little Cymbre went to bed in the car on the way home, but woke up for a few minutes when we got home. Now Mom and Dad have to wait until Neil comes to Houston again...hope it isn't too long a wait!
Sources close to this editor have reported that a certain family named Flanagan who reside in Cypress, TX have been having way to many adventures this past week.
SATURDAY NIGHT CALL LEADS TO DINOSAUR ICE CREAM PURCHASE
Note pads in the basket by the family telephone report that around 8pm on Saturday evening the family phone rang. It was answered by Mom, (who won't say her age), but who informed us it was her friend with the little boy with liver cancer. The young mother was crying, and was calling the Flanagan Mom to find out where you buy dinosaur ice cream. After hearing the details of the young mothers week, our mom found out she was having some alone time at the grocery store after coming home from the hospital once again. All little Ethan wanted was some dinosaur ice cream, and his mom couldn't find it. Pens standing in the basket reported to us that the Flanagan mom was close to tears as she asked what she could do....in the end, Mom and the little girls went to the store, luckily found the dinosaur ice cream (Ben and Jerry's Fossil Fuel) for those who don't know, and took 2 pints to the Brown family. Mom's foot even managed to walk normally while in the Brown house thanks to a silent prayer uttered in the car on the way over. Then the limp returned as Mom left the house. (At least Sister Brown didn't see the pain Mom was in.)
BRAND NEW TAP SHOES NOW ON THE SHELF BECAUSE OF HANDWRITING!
Taps on the bottom of two pairs of tap shoes called our office to report they are suddenly out of work. They were all upset because they thought they had been doing their jobs very well lately. They had spent hours and hours rehearsing tap solos, and going to tap class. However, suddenly at a intensive dance workshop they were put out of business. How will they ever feed all the baby taps waiting at home? What will become of these families? Further investigation from several sources found at a dance workshop reveals that the tap shoes now have some very important handwriting on them. It seems that THE "Mark Goodman", a master tap dance teacher signed his name across the toes of each pair of shoes. Now in order to preserve the handwriting, the shoes must be sidelined! Oh the drama! At this same workshop, Cooper's pair of tap shoes reports that she was asked to dance on stage yet again with Mark Goodman, and also received a scholarship to attend next year's workshop. Cymbre's shoes tell us that her little toes were sore from all the dancing she did at the workshop. Receipts in Mom's purse have the proof that new tap shoes have been purchased to replace the sidelined ones, and two dancers are now working on breaking them in, and hoping to avoid any blisters!
NEIL DIAMOND SINGS SONGS THE LITTLE GIRLS RECOGNIZE!
Ticket stubs laying on Dad's desk have called in some startling information to this newspaper. It seems that during a concert in Houston, TX tonight, Neil Diamond actually sang some songs the children in the Flanagan family actually knew. They were surprised to hear, Sweet Caroline, Forever In Blue Jeans, Coming to America, Cracklin' Rose and a few other songs. The poor children have been brainwashed into liking his songs because of having to listen to the music in the cars while driving here and there. The clock on the kitchen wall reports that the family returned home around 11:15 PM, and everyone scurried off to get into bed. Seems little Cymbre went to bed in the car on the way home, but woke up for a few minutes when we got home. Now Mom and Dad have to wait until Neil comes to Houston again...hope it isn't too long a wait!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Life As A Ceiling Fan
October 9, 2009
Have you ever considered what life would be like if you were a ceiling fan? It could be different depending on the location, and even climate you lived in.
If I was a ceiling fan, would I like the dust to be piled high on the edge of my blades? Or would I want a good dusting each Saturday? Would I want to have a light fixture attached to my tummy, or would I just like to make a statement all on my own?
I think I would like to be a shinny gold fan. They seem to sparkle more than the others, and I guess I like to sparkle! At least I like to sparkle for Dad! I would want a light fixture because I just think I would be more useful that way.
Can you just imagine the things those light bulbs see? I mean really! The fan in my sewing room probably knows much more than I care to realize.
Just think of all the trouble you could create if you were a ceiling fan.....my goodness, you could sitr up feathers on a sewing project sending them flying EVERYWHERE! Been there, done that!! You would have a birdseye view of everything in the room. Maybe not a great idea in the bathroom! However, in the family room you would actually see everyone's hand when playing card games, or know the words someone could make when playing scrabble.
You could just go on vacation and not work, just to irritate Dad! Or the best thing is to reverse yourself for no apparent reason sending the cool air up! You could whip Dad's work papers into a frenzy with just a simple whirl! And Mom's sewing patterns wouldn't know what hit them as they fly around the room missing the opportunity to be stabbed by those very sharp straight pins and attached to a piece of material before the cutting out process! You could create havoc with kids homework papers, causing them to have to sort and resort them yet again. Payback I say! I mean after all, those kids don't spend enough time learning as it is.
We have a couple of ceiling fans in our house that seem to have minds of their own.....they just turn on and off at their leisure. I actually think it's because the people behind us have the same kind of fan and so the remotes work each others fan. We change the channel, but that only works for a little while...probably until the neighbor changes the channel on his.
I'm not sure I would like to be a ceiling fan that works on a remote....I mean, what happens if your people lose the remote, or the battery goes dead? You would just be hanging there with nothing to do but look pretty or dusty as the case may be.
And would your family appreciate you? I mean they like you when you are cooling them off, but at cleaning time, Dad tends to get a bit testy if you move your blade and knock him in the head! And when a light bulb goes out, I imagine that you would feel like you lost your arm or leg as the case may be.
And what happens if the family just goes to bed and leaves you running all night? When do you get to sleep? And if Mom ends up on the couch, to you pretend to stay alseep, or do you hope she turns you on?
What about those CRAZY girls who turn you on, and then go get a blanket to lay under saying you are making them cold? DUH!! You are just doing your job!
I think it would be fun to be a fan that has several speeds. Then you could wait until just the right moment and go really fast creating havoc below! Or on really hot days, you could refuse to go fast stating that it makes you to hot....leaving the family totally and utterly frustrated.
Yes, I think there are definite benefits to being a ceiling fan!
Guess I'll go dust mine....
Love you,
Mom
Have you ever considered what life would be like if you were a ceiling fan? It could be different depending on the location, and even climate you lived in.
If I was a ceiling fan, would I like the dust to be piled high on the edge of my blades? Or would I want a good dusting each Saturday? Would I want to have a light fixture attached to my tummy, or would I just like to make a statement all on my own?
I think I would like to be a shinny gold fan. They seem to sparkle more than the others, and I guess I like to sparkle! At least I like to sparkle for Dad! I would want a light fixture because I just think I would be more useful that way.
Can you just imagine the things those light bulbs see? I mean really! The fan in my sewing room probably knows much more than I care to realize.
Just think of all the trouble you could create if you were a ceiling fan.....my goodness, you could sitr up feathers on a sewing project sending them flying EVERYWHERE! Been there, done that!! You would have a birdseye view of everything in the room. Maybe not a great idea in the bathroom! However, in the family room you would actually see everyone's hand when playing card games, or know the words someone could make when playing scrabble.
You could just go on vacation and not work, just to irritate Dad! Or the best thing is to reverse yourself for no apparent reason sending the cool air up! You could whip Dad's work papers into a frenzy with just a simple whirl! And Mom's sewing patterns wouldn't know what hit them as they fly around the room missing the opportunity to be stabbed by those very sharp straight pins and attached to a piece of material before the cutting out process! You could create havoc with kids homework papers, causing them to have to sort and resort them yet again. Payback I say! I mean after all, those kids don't spend enough time learning as it is.
We have a couple of ceiling fans in our house that seem to have minds of their own.....they just turn on and off at their leisure. I actually think it's because the people behind us have the same kind of fan and so the remotes work each others fan. We change the channel, but that only works for a little while...probably until the neighbor changes the channel on his.
I'm not sure I would like to be a ceiling fan that works on a remote....I mean, what happens if your people lose the remote, or the battery goes dead? You would just be hanging there with nothing to do but look pretty or dusty as the case may be.
And would your family appreciate you? I mean they like you when you are cooling them off, but at cleaning time, Dad tends to get a bit testy if you move your blade and knock him in the head! And when a light bulb goes out, I imagine that you would feel like you lost your arm or leg as the case may be.
And what happens if the family just goes to bed and leaves you running all night? When do you get to sleep? And if Mom ends up on the couch, to you pretend to stay alseep, or do you hope she turns you on?
What about those CRAZY girls who turn you on, and then go get a blanket to lay under saying you are making them cold? DUH!! You are just doing your job!
I think it would be fun to be a fan that has several speeds. Then you could wait until just the right moment and go really fast creating havoc below! Or on really hot days, you could refuse to go fast stating that it makes you to hot....leaving the family totally and utterly frustrated.
Yes, I think there are definite benefits to being a ceiling fan!
Guess I'll go dust mine....
Love you,
Mom
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