It's Getting Hot in Here

...so take off all your clothes. No, not really. I am sure that you don't want me to take off all my clothes. Of course, I felt like it plenty of times today. It's been burning up down here. It doesn't help that the humidity is 83% either.

Today was a long day.  I took M. to get her dance stuff today. She is a true girl, too. She tried on 6 different outfits, and picked out the first one she tried on. When we were checking out, the young lady behind the counter said "Ya'll look so much alike!" I said "Yes, that's what alot of people say. I am her older sister. "
Of course, M. says "Uh-uh! You're my momma." Then I think she said something about me being old and all. But, I tuned her out. After that remark, I seriously thought about making her put her outfit back. She didn't need it anyway.

She's taking Jazz this year. Any of you mothers that have let their daughters take dance lessons, knows what kinds of outfits they wear. I swear, if you look at all the outfits, it's like  looking in a hooker's closet. (Probably what that girls closet we seen in Kangaroo last night looks like, too.)  Luckily, we found an outfit that weren't quite Daisy Dukes, and covered her tummy. So, the mission was accomplished.  There was no way that M would have made it out of there with any of those outfits if her daddy had been with her. In all honesty, no one sees her wear this except the teacher and girls in her class. There are no boys (that I know of yet) in her class.

After I got home, I had to get ready to go and do a photo shoot. Can you say HOT? ALOT HOT! It was about 97 degrees, and miserable. After that, I really felt like I almost passed out. Had a headache ever since.
David cooked steaks tonight, and it was really good. I am so thankful for such a wonderful husband. He truly is the bomb. I hate that he's going back to work Monday. It's back to the grind for everyone. *sigh*

Nine days until school starts! I don't know who is more excited- me or the kids. :)

I am going to end it with a picture I took of the girls reading together. It's a sweet picture. S.B. wanted to sit in M.'s lap.

Goodnight!

Freaky Friday

I realized tonight that Friday Nights are mostly made of freaks. All kinds of freaky, crazy people come out on the weekends.

Let me back up to say that David and I had a date night tonight. Yes, tonight someone came and watched ALL of our kids so we could go out on a date. 

Let me back up again- I left this morning around 10:30 to run some errands. I was on a mission to find some things for some photo shoots coming up. I called David and very politely asked him to PLEASE wash the clothes that were laying under the ironing board. ( Why were the clothes under the ironing board you ask? Well, because I have so many loads to do, I have to put them somewhere. I know you understand.)  He said, sure. But, we need some fabric softener. I then replied, OK, I have to stop by Publix (I heart Publix) and get some formula, I will get some fabric softener. (I endorse Snuggle Blue Sparkle, in case you're wondering)(is that enough parentheses?) Went by Publix, got said fabric softener and formula and returned only to find that the clothes were still under the ironing board. So, I asked him again to wash the clothes. I could have done it at this point, but I didn't. So, he washed them at 3pm, everything that I could wear tonight was still damp by the time we were suppose to leave at 4:30. So, I ended up wearing damp jeans. Yay! But, they smelled really good.

After we left, we were on our way to Outback Steak House. We waited. We ate. We left. Blah blah blah.
On our way to see Grown Ups. Has anyone seen that movie? It wasn't as funny as I thought it was going to be. I didn't find any plot to the story. And it was just kinda- stupid, I guess.

Then it was on to Ross's Dress for Less store, Target, and finally Kangaroo gas station. The most interesting of these was Kangaroo. You really forget what kind of freaky people lurk out in the night. Maybe one who is- well, I can't really describe her. The way she dressed (like a stripper), the way she acted (like her crap didn't stink) and the way she talked (like she was on drugs). After the encounter with the Stripper, because we were almost positive that is what she done for a living, David and I got back in the car and talked about how horrible we would be in the partying scene these days. And I got on soap box on what goes through a woman's mind to make her want to dress like that? Seriously, I don't understand. Women get so mad when men make remarks to them about how HOT they look when they are sitting there wearing nothing but enough fabric to cover a few things on their bodies. Look around, ladies. Think about what you are wearing. Chances are that if you dress like a hooker, then men are going to treat you like one. Don't wear stuff that degrades you as a woman. Be proud to dress modestly. Treat your body with a little respect, because you deserve it.

I'm done. :)

Sleep is for the weak...

Go me! I have done nothing ALL.DAY.LONG. Wait, I did get up to go to the bathroom. Then I came back and laid down on the couch and went back to sleep.
I guess everyone needs a day to be lazy, right? 

Well, today was National Lasagna Day. I really hate that I missed it. I could have whipped up some good ole lasagna in no time. But, if you read the paragraph above, you would remember that I was asleep all day. So, instead we ate pizza for lunch (compliments of Tombstone and my wonderful husband), and then cereal for supper.
Mark your calendar for tomorrow, though. It is National Cheesecake Day. I want every mom to go out and buy themselves a piece of cheesecake.  Eat a piece for yourself and anyone that you want. But, whatever you do, don't share. Because, I know, (and you can't hide it, either) that you are tired of sharing with all the little mouths in your family. If you are like me, you hide candy and chocolate in hopes that you can sit down to eat it by yourself and enjoy EVERY. LITTLE. BITE.  Only to find it weeks or months later because you never had the time. So, tomorrow, treat yourself to a little cheesecake. And maybe if you're lucky, you can get a few minutes to yourself!

We need some potty training over here!

...and I don't mean that kind of potty! I mean potty mouth.
Yes, S.B. learned a new word today. But, let me reassure you it wasn't from us. It was from her own vocabulary. Yesterday while we were at Cathedral Caverns, we bought her a frog. Today, on the way to Point Mallard, she started saying "frog", but it came out as the f-bomb.  Yes, the f-bomb. I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She just kept saying it over and over and over. Literally. My boys, of course, were rolling. They thought that it was so funny.  Yes, right. Trying explaining that to the next person that will, eventually, hear her. I am betting that it will be on Sunday Morning during prayer or something. When everyone can hear her.

Our day at Point Mallard was almost uneventful. Until Luke decided to swim without opening his eyes, and whacked his nose on the steps. Or after Maleah cut the bottom of her foot. Which really wasn't that bad, but it's always so dramatic with her.

Either way, it's bedtime here at the Metcalf house. At least for me, anyway. These crazy people can stay up and watch TV all night long. I am hitting the pillow.  Trying to get rid of the right sided migraine that wants to stay with me. Of course I am not making any sense. But, really, do I ever??

Vacation Day #2

Today was a normal day. I say normal, because nobody was near drowning, running out in the road, or trying to  break an arm or leg. So, yes it was normal. YAY! So, this post might be just a little boring. :)

We left today headed for our second day filled with fun! WHOO HOO!!!

Destination- Cathedral Caverns

Have you ever heard of Woodville, AL? Yeah, I didn't think so. I am not sure if there is anything in it besides Cathedral Caverns State Park. But, if it is, I missed it.
In all the years I have lived in the beautiful State of Alabama, I have never went to CCSP. At least not that I could remember it, anyway.
So, for all of you that  does not know about how the Caverns came to be, let me give you a history lesson.

Cathedral Caverns was once known as Bat Cave. (The only thing I could think about when the guide told us this was, "To the bat cave".) A man by the name of Jay Gurley sold everything he had to buy the place. He work ten years to make it a show cave.  When he showed it to his wife for the first time, she said the Big Room in the cave looked like a cathedral, so he changed the name to Cathedral Caverns. Wise man, Jay!
He would charge people .25 to enter the cave. He kept the cave until 1974.  IN 1975, it was sold at an auction. The State of Alabama  bought it in 1987, and didn't have the money to fix it up. Finally, in 1995, they started working on it, and it was opened in 2000 as a state park.  Listed below are the five world records that the State claims that the CCSP has :

*  Largest Commercial Cave Entrance
*  Largest column in the world. Goliath measures 45 feet tall and 243 feet in circumference.
*  Largest flow stone wall which is 32 feet tall and 135 feet long.
*  Most improbable formation in the world. A 3 inch diameter stalagmite rises at a 45 degree angle from a   rock formation to the cave ceiling 25 feet above.
*  A Big Room, which is 792 feet long and 200 feet wide.

You can take that with a grain of salt.
But, the one fact that you really need to know in all of this is: I walked 1.3 miles today, inside a cave that was filled with 45 degree inclines, and made it out alive!  Now that is a record! :)

Here are  some pictures from today-

Notice the Cave Man at the top. He's holding a club. It's so easy, even a cave man can see it. :)

Honest Abe's silhouette. No, it's not really him.

Vacation Day #1

Today was the first day of David's vacation. We have been looking forward to him being off since he went back to work after Em was born.  We slept late. Got up. Got everyone ready and headed to:

Destination #1- Ice Skating.

Ice Skating, you may ask? Yes, ice skating. It had been awhile (like 20+ years) since I had been on the ice. I say that like it was once a great pastime of mine. I think the last time I went ice skating was when I was 9, and I tried the triple lutz, and fell on my lutz. Since then, I decided that the Olympics weren't in my future, so I gave it up. No, wait, I went one more time back in '95, and barely could get off the wall. Still no one was calling me to come and skate, so I gave up. Today was different. I actually made it from one end to the other, without holding on to the wall. I didn't fall, either.  I am sure that the only reason that my phone has not rung, is because they don't have my cell phone number.

Destination #2- Funntasia Miniature Golf

After leaving the ice skating rink, we headed over to play some miniature golf.  I actually had a coupon in the mail to use that gave us 2 pizzas, 2 pictures of coke, and 5 rounds of 18 hole golf for only $30. I was so excited! When we arrived, David went in and ordered our pizza, and I got all the kids out, we went in and ate and blah blah blah...nothing interesting about eating.  We finally get out putters and our golf balls, and head out. I thought to myself,  "Self, this is a fenced in place. S.B. will do great. There really isn't anything that she can get INTO. Pretty much a place for her to run free, so we don't have to keep yelling at her to come back. That sounds great!" I patted myself on the back for thinking such a great thing. I think it was around the 8th or 9th hole that she found a big rain puddle, and got her sandals soaked. No problem, just wet sandals, right? The 14th hole, she found a mud puddle, and decided to sit down in that. She had mud all over her shorts, down her leg, and on her sandals. Still, I thought, this is vacation. I am going to be relaxed. She is just being a two year old.  Hole #16 is when I lost it. Not only did David come back and was beating me, (I was in first place), Em was fussing. So, I decided that Em had had enough, so I took her back to the deck on the building, and was changing her diaper. When I heard- I am going to stop there and ask for you to imagine with me- this place had a very nice deck over a miniature little lake. See where I am going with this?

When I heard, "Agh. S. fell in the water. S. fell in the water." Imagine the fear that came across me when I couldn't see her, or where she was, or if she had come up, or was face down, or anything. All I knew at the time was that I couldn't get to her because Em was laying on the table getting her diaper changed, David was across the bridge. I can't really tell you what happened, but my Knight in Shining Armor came to the rescue.  C. (our firstborn) jumped in and got her and pulled her out.  When he got there, she had already came up and was sitting on her knees, and coughing. I think she was in shock. She never cried. All she said was "Ernie". Yep, you guessed it. Ernie went down with her. So, guess who got in and got Little Ernie out?
The same Knight in Shining Armor. After it was all said and done, and she looked like a poor orphan child, she said "Ernie tay bath?"

After we went back inside, the man behind the counter gave S.B. a Ernie that had been there for awhile. I guess that Ernie was waiting for us. Thank you man behind the counter at Funntasia. All of that called for a drive by Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Thankfully, the HOT sign was up.  We got our dozen doughnuts and called it a night!

Today's Milk Bath is brought to you by the Letter "S"

.......S.B.'s fascination is with Ernie these days. It use to be Blue's Clues. Then it was Cookie Monster or Num Num as she calls him. Then it was Elmo, and still partly is. But, mostly now it's Ernie. Ernie. Little Ernie has to go with her all the time. Literally. She won't sleep with him. She just knocks him out of the bed. I guess she's getting ready for when she's older and married (or I hope married.)

Anyway, this morning we were (trying) to get ready to go to church. And I heard "Momma, Ernie! Momma, Ernie!" Or course, I am just passing it off, until she says "Momma, Ernie tay bath." When I walk by, Ernie is standing in her cereal bowl, smiling and waving at me, along with his accomplice. He must have known that milk does the body good. S.B. was so proud of herself.

And I was, too.   She was actually giving Ernie a bath. A milk bath, but hey I ain't complaining. He was starting to smell. I thought it was so cute.  Until I seen this:

Oh well.

You Might Be a Redneck If...

So, today was a Redneck-y kind of day. Just about the only thing that wasn't rednecky was me going school shopping with L. this morning.  Even then, it was almost rednecky. Especially when we were in Old Navy and he was pushing the buggy right on my heels, and ran over the back of my foot. That's when I yelled "Ah! Get off my foot. Ugh! Quit getting right up on me." Did I say that I yelled that? Just making sure. Because I think everyone in the whole store heard me. If anyone knows me, they know that I can pretty much handle major pain: labor, birth, c-section, surgery-anything of that sort. But, if something accidently happens like today, or being hit in the nose by the swing (another story, another day), I don't tolerate that very well. To say the least, it ticks me off.
So, when I get home, David is cleaning out the garage. Our icky, icky, spider and bug infested garage.  But, when I arrive, I see S.B. running around in her diaper (that is hanging), hair not brushed (bird's nest in back). It was truly a moment to be proud of. The only thing missing was her holding a gun or cigarette or something.

When I go inside, I see this:

How many of you can say that your 5 month old and your cat are the same size? Actually Simon is bigger than Em.  Em weighs a mere 19lbs. compared to the 25lb. cat.  So, all of you who thought that I was kidding when I said my cat was bigger than my baby. Ha!  I wasn't lying.

Shortly after, I put my doo-rag on and joined in. Me and M. made our way to The General, and I wore it there. Later on to K-Mart, and I wore it there. On through to Mickey D's drive-thru. It was great! Looking back, I should have taken my teeth out, and just went all out. (No, I didn't take a picture of me with the Doo-Rag.)

That's how today went. A lovely, beautiful, HOT Alabama day!

A Boy and His Dog

Deciding that I need some practice (well, alot actually), my second born offered his services today. It's a rare chance that I actually get him to take pictures. That is unless it's of his things: stuffed animals, toys, hotwheels, baseballs, bats, glove, etc. But, hardly of him. So, I did. He is really a sweet  boy, and I should take more time to get some pictures of him.
We let the dog out (whoo whoo whoo) (yes, I know that you are singing that song now, and I am truly sorry! :)) to get a few pictures of her and the said son!

Now isn't this the cutest picture you have ever seen? I guess I need to check him for ticks. LOL. I'll get back to you on that!