Here's to the bird!

Ohhh, I am STUFFED! We did the traditional thing, eat till you are full..go to the bathroom, then eat some more, Full. Had heartburn all night, ugh, why eat soo much, you don't feel any better???

So, let me give you a run down on our Thanksgiving. Mostly went without incident. But, a few little funny things thatI must share.

First there is Chuck. Yep, I was able to convince him that HE needed to get up early and prep the bird. Every year, it's me. I get up, butter the butt and slap it around and cook it. I think this year...it should be him. So, after showering, I noticed he was up and in the kitchen. well for crying out loud, it worked! Went to the kitchen, and this is what I saw..

All he needed was a gun and a ski mask...someone broke in to steal the turkey!! But look again, you may have missed this......

orange knee highs....nice.

Ok, so moving along. He decided later to head to the store, in his lovly outfit, icluding socks with sandals, and get a pecan pie for work. While he was at the store, I asked him to bring home a baster. I first need to share with you what happens to my cooking utensils. For some reason, my cooking utensils make great shovels and what have you. I have lost a good portion of spoons, forks, spatulas and obviously my baster to the great outdoors. I don't think basting with a baster that was used for a mud pie would be a good idea.

So, got the new baster, checked it out and it looked a little like the "BMW" of basters. Of course, I never cook. The baster that I previously owned was a hand me down from my mom...it was probably a hand me down from grandma which was probably a hand me down from Noah. get the picture?

Excited by the new thing, I quickly cut the ties and started using. My first suction it grabbed a whole bunch of juice and stuff...but then wouldn't really release to well. what in the world?? so, try again...Charles, you bought this stupid thing and it doesn't work! It now doesn't release at all and the ball you squeeze won't puff back up! I'm just about panicking, because without basting..you get dry bird, YUCK! Here he comes.... shaking his head, he says not a word and fixes the problem.

Look at this, tell me you wouldn't do the same thing as I did.

There is something in there. I thought it was to help with sucking out the juices..some really nifty way to do it. Look at the next photo..

but nooo there is a brush that you use to clean the inside of the stupid thing...who whould have thought?. Dah! I knew that! A little FYI...it doesn't work to well with the brush in it while trying to suck up juices.

Nice little discovery. But here is the finished product!

Nice birdy bird! Very tasty... All in all, it was a yummyful thanksgiving. For the first time, I did crock pot stuffing which was VERY GOOD! Thanks Dawn! Anyway, Happy Turkey Day to all my friends and fellow bloggers.

Charles and his Sack O Nuts!

Ahhhh come on now, get your mind out of the gutter! I was referring to his nuts that he loves soo much..lol!

Chuck has a thing for walnuts, pecans and some other funky named nuts. He said he used to get them in his Christmas stocking as a kid. ok, whatever...anyway, since it's the season for nuts ( literally) he came home with some walnuts and decided to crack away on my couch. Thanks!

So, cracking away...here comes Keaton...Watcha got there dad?...nuts, want some? hysterical laughter from Christian as he knows another term for nuts. sure dad!

Meanwhile I am in the kitchen not really paying attention to the cracking going on in the next room, UNTIL...Keaton comes in and starts this WEIRD noise that only I and one other person (Taran) knows how to do. It's a nifty way to itch your throat, makes a pretty interesting noise...anyway, here he is standing in front of me making this noise and he is saying something that I can't understand. What? come again? What's that on your face? He is now starting to look like Hitch. Member this? Big puffy face, the whole shabang!

CHARLES!!!! Nah, he's fine, give him some bendadryl. Alright, can you breathe son? Take a deep breath, are you all right?? Mom, my ears itch, I think the potatoes need to come out!

Benadryl to the rescue! Q-Tips to itch and romove potatoes.... Whew, NO MORE NUTS!! Hysterical laughter once again from Christian. So, we sit down to watch a movie and Keaton comes to me once again, looking better had been running around...and says. mom, my tummy hurts. Ok, not thinking..I say You probably need to poop, head on in there and sit for a little bit. He comes back, no luck..no poop. Well, still not thinking I think he needs a belly rub, a little massage to move the poop! So, massage I go, a little deeper, harder and then...... he gets up and runs to the restroom. Great, it worked! I am soo proud!

But NOOOOO, not poop....Vomit, all over the bathroom! Here I am trying to be the loving, supportive mom and I am GAGGING as I rub his back...every noise, I GAG some more... I can't even get the words out to Chuck that we are both loosing our cookies in the bathroom. Nice, who will have to clean this up? Should be the one with the sack o nuts!

So, I guess we now know that Keaton is allergic to walnuts. It could be worse I'm sure! Aren't you glad you check my blog everyday for stories like this? Makes ya feel all warm and fuzzy now doesn't it? Hey, at least I have no pictures with this one...

Another Note

Brotherly love at it's best! Now, I found this little note about a year ago, it now resides in my closet in an album that has the kids drawings, art projects and special little notes like this one. I discovered it one day while cleaning out Christian's nightstand. See, it's like this. On the weekends, he takes prednisone, which makes him moody and irritable. You can barely bump into him and he thinks the world is coming to an end, crying and just feeling let down. So, since Keaton is a regular in causing mass amounts of emotional let downs..I had decided to have him write his feelings down rather than let it out verbally... a little safer for us all. ( or at least I thought).



So, now onto my little discovery... I actually found this quite humorous..I hope you all do as I KNOW he does not mean this!

EXACTLY how it is written:

Dear Keaton Powell


you are a pimp and you shutup your mouth. I hate you. I dont like you.

Your not playing my game tommoww. You are a dodo.

You are a brate day ( boy). Your not geting your pencle back.

I have your big pencile. You meet me at 3:00 tommorww.

this is the end of you.Your going to pay for what you do to me.



Look out Keaton, he has your big pencil and YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT BACK..tooo dang funny!!
Anyway, I also have this posted on my board at work...keeps me laughing!
Just so that you know I don't make this stuff up... here is the proof, hard to read, but here it is!

Because he is a diligent student, who goes above and beyond...he circled several words...not sure if they are adjectives pronouns or what have you..see, I was not that diligent of a student.

Comments

OK, I have had several of you not really know how to post a comment on this her lovely blog. Here is the deal, click on comments at the end of each post that you want to make a comment on..then this takes you to another screen where you write your comments in the box on the right. You don't have to "sign in" ..you can just leave your comments Anonymous.. but you must enter some weird word or all those letters in the other box before you can post your comment. If you sign anonymous..you can sign your name at the end of your comments in the box... get it? Confusing I know... but at least I know someone reads this...If not, just email me...

I am having entirely too much fun with this, lots of good stuff everyday!! I am seriously thinking that every week I can do a post on Chuck's Closet.. there is PLENTY more good stuff in there. ( well, I can do this as long as he still doesn't check my blog). Anyway, hope you all get a kick out of it as much as I do because......You Can't Make This Stuff UP!!!

Ladies...He's Taken!

Charles..Chuck...Chuckie boy.....


One requirement that was non-negotiable when buying this house was that I HAD, MUST, WILL have my OWN closet...WHY??? Well, you had to ask...The man NEVER throws anything away, including clothes.

Yep, I waited til he went to work and decided how funny it would be to go through his closet and show you all a few choice outfits that thankfully I can step in and save him and me the embarrassment before he gets out the front door. Now, not always can (and will) I do this...sometimes I get a kick out of what he is wearing, I say not a word!

First, a look at the " walk in " closet. Make sure to pay attention to the " " as you are supposed to walk in into a "walk in" closet...

hmmmm, rooomy! I know this picture doesn't do it justice, but clearly you have NO ROOM! Most of which are clothes that he just can't get rid of... Here's my ALL TIME favorite discovery.......

Oh, that looks just like the perfect box for my paperwork, don't mind if I do....

Ok, a typical outfit when going to a meeting, training or just plum church! .... You must be one lucky son of a gun to have a matching hat with that nice shirt! sweet!

Next...ummmm...don't be jealous... You know you want this...

Grandpa Jeremiah William Edward Powell lll had this tweed beauty all to himself until grandson Charles just begged him for it on his death bed. Tweed and all, scratchy..just how he remembers his grandpa's face. I'm just kidding, but he loves this thing...why??? It's soo heavy it breaks the plastic hangers, it's scratchy, hairy...need i say more????

Tweed #2...except this has those nifty elbow pads...you know, in case you rub your elbows a little too much and need a little extra something. It's heavy and scratchy just like the first one...got a mound of dust on the shoulders. He was planning on wearing this with his khaki's Sunday morning... brush off the shoulders first you know, make himself presentable.

Moving along....on the hanger together as he was planning on wearing this outfit together... ]t's stylish, in with the crowd....it has camo, what the big boys are wearing today! Yah buddy!

Alrighty then...next...hey, now that's a tie!

WHY would I throw this away??..I mean, Michael Jackson had one just like it..it has real leather trim and everything! "Beat it, just beat it...no one wants to be defeated...." Darn! Can I dye this red? Add more zippers?? Matching gloves??? oh wait, I bet I have some..somewhere!

Next...we go NOWHERE without this gadget. A MUST and I mean a MUST...we have an assortment of these...it's like a matching pair of shoes with an outfit... you HAVE to have....

the matching Fanny Pack!!!

As I said earlier...Step back ladies, he's taken!

For Christian

This is a more serious blog entry, I can't really say I'll do this often...Not really me to be serious as I hide many of my serious emotions by being silly. A safety mechanism. But, sometimes you just have to let it out...then go on and laugh some more....there is ALWAYS something to laugh about around here!

Christian's illness....doggoneit.. will not go away, and as often as I can, I make it go away by laughing and just not facing it. But sometimes I find other ways...obviously by trusting in what God has in store for him and us. And, by talking about it..then I'm good to go again..

This morning in bible class, I found a verse to a song by Casting Crowns...I'm sure that if you are the religous type, you have probably heard this song before. "Ill praise you in this storm". A very meaningful song to me as this is a storm and what do I chose to do with it?

Here's the verse : Psalms 121: 1-2

"I lift up my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth,"


I'll praise you in this storm...absolutely! As much as I hate the fact that we have to go through this, I have to trust in my faith that there is something better! Oh, and there is!!!

Christian has no idea what is in store for him. We don't either. A cure may come up, maybe in time, maybe not...who knows. I can sit here day in and day out and be sad and gloomy and live as this is his last days. Well, I don't care to live that way. I care to make the most of today and what he can do and be glad that he is still alive and with us. I'm not like other's who sit and calculate how much time before this happens, how much time will he be able to do this..and so on. Nope, not me! Why waste what is in front of me right now and not enjoy what I have now?
I'm not in denial, I'm in: I accept it, let's make the most of it and carry on!

Here is a video I made last year. I found this song that was AWESOME with words and said exactly what I would like to say. But I did it really just for myself, I showed my family, a few friends..but it is NOT something that I did to get sympathy, pity or attention. Well, and for the simple fact that I did a video!.. wha hoo me! AWARENESS was my first intention though. Some of you may have seen it on Facebook..but honestly, I did not post it for EVERYONE to see it, only some of you. But here it is, getcha some kleenex and hit play..that is if I can really download this..having some issues at this momment, but hopefully I can figure it out.



"Can you hear me? Let me take his place somehow..see he's not just ANYONE...he's MY SON!"

I promise, this next video that I do will be a more "funny" take on MD. I already have an idea...just wait! Oh, and by the way, If you are a Mark Schultz fan, he will be in Memphis, ummm sometime soon. He is doing a concert for AGAPE..you can log onto agapemeanslove.org and get tickets..it's for their Heartlight thingy that they do every year to raise money for adoptions. It may have already happend, not sure... just a little FYI.. Anyway, hug your little one's and be thankful that God gave you them to raise and make the most of!

It is NOT a NIP!

NOTICE: This is NOT suitable for young viewers..viewer discretion is advised.... consider yourself warned!

Most children comfort themselves with a blankie, pacifier, teddy bear...all of which are quite natural. Of course, if you were a Powell...none of these would be natural.

Let me start with my first discovery that this was a "problem". I was coming home after work one night and to get into my neighborhood, we lived on the main street. Our house was located directly in front of the "curve" into the rest of the neighborhood. So, if you lived in that area..you would pass by my house, most certainly an adventure.

Ok, so there I am driving along and there are about 4 cars in front of me (which are moving ever so slowly ) stop in front of me. I' m thinking hurry up you people what is the deal? Well, by the time I reached my house...there in the window that faces this street ( a full size window mind you) I see my son ( a little over a year old then) standing on his dresser, blinds up... butt naked with both hands on his nipples! Yeah, I was soo shocked by what I just saw..I just kept going and quickly called Chuck and told him to DO SOMETHING...QUICK! I didn't want anyone seeing me pull in my driveway!

So, this little nipple rubbing thing hasn't quite gone away. Last year at Kindergarten, his teacher had to ask what is he doing? You see... All of his shirts are stretched at the neck as this is his easy access! The moment that shirt comes off...both hands locked on the nips.

Here is a little "visual" not like you really need this... but you never know, your child may do this and so there, I have prepared you. First, the hand under the shirt method. You can see this when he's tired or stressed.... Most would not recognize what this is, well... not until now.

Next... umm, well this is what happens when the shirt is " removed"... once again "NOT FOR YOUNG VIEWERS"!

another shot, just in case you missed it...

Now, don't think I don't try and discourage this, but mostly only in " the public eye". He can nipple away at home, but not out in public. ( I do a lot of reminding).

I am reminded constantly by watching my husband that ...it could be worse! No visual aides needed. Sorry chuck, this is my blog...I make the rules, besides you are no different than any other man who sits in front of the TV and needs a good scratch.