just because

the truth is always the truth

manipulating the truth makes it a lie

omitting a fact

or

withholding information

isn't the truth

the lie ruins trust

love needs trust

truth is love

A Blog Divided

Oh, Honeeeeey!  I'm Hooooome!!!  That's right, Blog-Stalkers!  PrissE is in the HazzOuse (that's totally cool talk for 'house')!!!

...And let me tell you, it has been a crazy, fun, busy, roller coaster of a month!  In fact, I'm pretty sure that the time's gone by so fast since I was but a mere 38-year-old (because remember? my 39th birthday was only a month ago?) that I'll be a 'Fabulous 40' in less than a year!  Oh.  Wait.  I'm sensing that math isn't computing....

Speaking of my 39th birthday, one of my wonderful presents was a pair of tickets to my favorite sports-event of the whole entire year (Mr. Analytical got a pair of the same tickets for his birthday, too!  2 + 2 = 4!  Betcha didn't know today's post was going to be so arithmetically inundated!?)!!!  Just take a gander at these babies!!

Jealous much????  You know you are!

Well, now we're faced with the fact that we have 4 tickets and 2 grown ups between the 2 of us.....whoever shall we take with us to the most fantastic football game ever??  They've gotta be a couple we have a blast with any time we're together.  They've gotta be tough, too.  It's hot at that game for a while, then it gets cool in the night air....and let's not forget the crowd and dumb drunk fans that give the rest of us elegantly loyal fans a bad rap!  (P.S.  Hey, drunk fan!  Yeah, you.  I got video of you....so you might wanna NOT "throw a boot" just in case you need to run, cuz your mom won't be happy what with all the bad-word-bombs you're dropping and the nasty tobacco spit dripping from your face!)

WHO ELSE WOULD WE TAKE??!!  None other than THE BOSSMAN & SASSY!!!!  DUH!

And check us out!  We aren't even sportin' the same 'fan-fare,' yet here we are, all civilized, cruising around the tail-gating party and getting caught in photo ops!  (Also, notice the random-red-raider-fan...)

When we finally make it to our seats, we're just as marvelously well-behaved as we show kindness to all around us and display our sportsman-like support for our favorite teams!  What a wonderful night was had by all!  Especially all who were wearing the Burnt Orange!  And, thanks for being such AWESOME friends and 'fans in the minority,' Bossman & Sassy!

....On a side note:  Here's another mathematical equation for you (..and no.  it's not about anyone in our 4-some..):  13 Girls (all under the age of 12) + 10 Dads (most of whom were over the age of 35) + 1 Flask (I don't know it's age) + All the Junk Food the Dads would buy (again, not sure of the ages of the food...hopefully not expired!) = ?????????
     *Answer:  2 (maybe 3, depending on how many are on the plane) clogged toilets and extra charges for using excessive numbers of 'airsick' bags on the flight back to Austin!*

HOOK 'EM HORNS!!! 

 

Monday Morning Randomography

Here I am! I know. It's been too long since I've posted. Sorry for that. Time just seems to get away from me. Nothing too terribly exciting to write about even now, but I wanted you all to know I didn't die in a horrible Homecoming Football incident.

So, you get my rambling Monday thoughts.

Shall I go to the Walmart today or not? Fox requested I purchase, 'that soft toilet paper' next time I go to the store. Is that a funny enough request?

I had a brief moment of questionable parenting this morning in the car, on the way to school. Jag's allergies are OUT. OF. CONTROL. This morning in the car, I discovered he in fact, did NOT take the allergy medicine this morning. Instead of turning around to make his life better today, I spent the rest of the drive to school putting it, 'on record' that I had told him AT LEAST 3 times this morning to take the allergy medicine. I think it went a little something like this:

Okay, for the record, I just want it said out loud, that I did, in fact, tell you a minimum of THREE times this morning to take that allergy medicine. Just to be clear, even after those THREE requests, you still did NOT take any medicine, so you will be miserable all day today with a snotty nose. Possibly even a headache at some point. You need to recognize that this could have been avoided if you would have just done as I told you the FIRST time. Is everyone hearing me? Am I clear? This allergy problem is Jag's own fault.

I feel the sudden need to update you a little with some 'Tales from the Trainer's Pack.' Jag continues to be the student trainer for the football team. We just completed a very busy week of Homecoming activities topped off with the football game. One player was injured seriously, and one player had a bad attitude problem on the sidelines. Jag takes all these things really personally. Trying to comfort the injured player and trying to encourage the bad attitude. I just love watching him do these things. He seems to have found his 'niche'. I hope he's also making some great friends.




(These football game pictures do not picture the injured player or the attitude issue. Some things teens need to work out without blog interference.)


Those other little boys are having a wonderful time in Junior High. They seem to take everything in stride. Great attitudes. Great friends. Great environment. They will begin practice for fall basketball today. I can't wait to watch those games in the coming months.




A few weekends ago, I had the pleasure and privilege to take a couple of my wonderful friends to a Stampin' UP! regional event. It was a quick trip, full of wonderful information from Stampin' UP!. My guests were able to see first hand why I love my company so much.




Most importantly, we didn't perish on the busy metroplex freeways. I don't know how I got to be this old without ever driving on them, but I was proud of myself for a successful journey.

Random Monday mornings. So very nice.

We Remember

Here at Tales, we remember.  We will never forget.  We appreciate the sacrifice, unmitigated courage, and selfless service.  "Thank you" isn't enough, but, Thank You.  

Today, we pray the scriptures Lamentations 3: 20-23 & Romans 8: 28-39 for our nation & those we lost.  We support your families and friends in prayer.

We do remember.  We thank God for you.

  

Morning Errands with a Former Non-Blonde.

Today's first stop is the oil change place. Easy enough. I pull in and roll my car window down. The guy greets me and asks me a question, 'Mornin', here for an oil change?'

(Okay, I'll play along.)

'You bet! I also need the air in my tires checked. I think these two are low.' (As I point to the two driver's side tires.) Second guy says to me, 'Hey! Did you know these two tires are low?' (I wonder.... is he giving me an unsolicited commentary on my weight? Is PrissE trying to 'punk' me? What's happening?)

(All bets are off now.)

I tell him, 'Yep! I sure did! That's why I came in here! Guess what? Did you know that you're holding an air hose?' Man stands there, grinning, with a puzzled look on his face and says, 'Yes Ma'am.' So I tell him, 'See? It's like destiny has brought us together.... me, with my low tires, and you, with your air hose. See what you can do.'

All the time, I'm thinking to myself.... where's Bill Engval when you need him. (The 'Here's your sign' guy.)

Next stop.... well, all the rest of the stops were pretty uneventful. Boring even. I could make some stuff up to tell you. It might even be slightly funny, but it wouldn't feel real. I'm dedicated to the honesty of today's errands.

That first stop at the oil change place has kept me in a grin all morning long! How much do we love the oil change guys!? Grimy hands, saggy pants, and always big grins on their faces. Sometimes, holding their sign.

Givin' Him Props...

Here, at TftC, August & September are HUGE birthday months:  first, Oma's...then, PrissE's...then, Meg's...then............................................

Mr. Analytical's!!

(Actually, Meg & Mr. Analytical SHARE the same birthday, but BOTH deserve their day in the spotlight...So today we say to Mr. Analytical...)

HAPPY September 6th BIRTHDAY, MR. ANALYTICAL!

  

We LOVE YOU, Party Animal!!

She always calls me Sister.

Today is her birthday. Happy Birthday Little Sister! Hurry up and get married, so I can have a niece and she can call me 'Aunt Sister.'

It's a dream of mine.

In only 3 months...

This photo was taken on 'almost' the last day of school, last May.



In only three short months, we morphed into this.



We do like to eat. And swim.

Jag's New Gig

Guess what? Jag is the student trainer for the high school football team.




This is pretty exciting stuff! He loves it.



So much.



Can you tell by that HUGE grin?

I already digitally scrapped the first scrimmage.



That little star in the top right corner is Jag. He's pretty much the smallest guy out there. It's pretty cool watching him 'train' on the sidelines. I have the honor of getting to watch him help all the other players, while at the same time, I don't have to worry about him perishing in a pile of pads and helmets. He takes his job very seriously.

I'm sure Tales from the Trainer's Fanny Pack, will be a humorous look at football as seen through the eyes of a mom. Let the lightening storms begin!