Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You Carnival Guidelines

Thanks for your interest in this blog carnival.  I’m not a big rule follower, so I don’t have many rules. Just write a sincere post from your past and link up:

  • The purpose of Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You (every Thursday) is to link up a post about something from your past. You can reach back all the way to your childhood and bravely post pictures of your ‘fro or post something from last year and tell us about it.  I’m not picky.  We just want to read about something that will never see the inside of a scrapbook either because it’s not worthy or because you can’t find your fancy crinkle cut scissors. 
  • Please use a permalink that sends readers directly to the correct post.  
  • You can put the ‘fro button on your site, if you dare, but if you choose not to, it would be great if you’d include a link in your post just so others know how to join.
  • Have fun and can’t wait to see what you’ve got!  
  • P.S.  I don’t have a scanner to scan my old photos. I grabbed a big pile of ones that ‘spoke’ to me and used a Kodak photo machine at Walgreens.  For like $2.99, you can put the photos on a CD.  Don’t let this stop you, grab a photo from yesterday if you need to because that’s the past!
  • I’ll be putting up Mr. Linky every Wednesday evening, so grab the button and let’s get sincere! Here are some tips for using Mr. Linky if your new to this. (Shannon at Rocks in My Dryer explains it well).

Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-The Big Twin

Thanks for joining me for my weekly flashback. Today, I dove deep into my photo box and pulled out a bit of history. If you want to read why I’m sincerely offering this ‘fro me to you, and just how sincere blah blah blah I am, click here.

I am a twin.

My sister was born five minutes after me. I am older. As a twin, this is important.
Growing up twins made my sister and I a little more unique than the average singleton. We shared a birthday, a room, clothes and sometimes we were nice to each other.

Sometimes. Notice I did not choose often. Stay with me.
I think the best thing about being a twin was always having someone with me, especially in difficult situations.
The worst thing? Those difficult situations: We could be scratching each other’s eye balls out in the privacy of our closet one minute and holding hands like the greatest allies, when we were caught by our parents in the closet scratching each other’s eyeballs out.
Oh, yes, we hid our wounds and quickly became best friends again. Unity is born in the midst of anger from the parental units.
We are not identical. Actually, we’ve always had our own look. She has green eyes. Mine are brown. As children, she was fair, I was olive.
And, not only was I the older twin, I was the bigger twin.
My parents always referred to me as the big twin, you know, to differentiate between us. I guess because saying, “the brown-haired one or the blonde one” would be confusing.
I have always been bigger than my sister, at least several inches taller. I was born at 5 lbs. She was only 3 lbs. and so, I guess it was natural from the beginning to label us by size. I grew up with the label.
It was like a trait. “Oh yes, she has wavy, thick hair. And she has straight, fine hair. Yes, she is tiny, isn’t she? Oh, and that one? She’s the big twin.”
During high school, we quickly migrated to our own interests. I loved sports, drama and journalism and my sister loved all things music. We found autonomy and it was good.
I will never forget the day I referred to myself as the big twin. I was in college. (Yes, I know it is sad that I still characterized myself this way.) Someone mentioned that I was petite.
I argued and others joined in, pointing their fingers and proclaiming me petite.
Well, never in all my 20 years had anyone ever used that word to describe big, ol’ me.
It was such a revelation, once I returned to my dorm room I called my Mom.
“Mom, did you know I was petite?”
“Of course, honey, you’re 5’2″.”
“But, I’m the big twin!”
Well. After my mom stopped laughing, she went on to explain that compared to my sister who was just under 5 foot, I was big, bigger, oh, um, tall, yes, taller.
Oh.
And that’s when it dawned on me that I wasn’t that big after all.
Of course, I’m still the older twin. And that’s pretty important.
Food for the Soul:
“It is written: ” ‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.”- Romans 14:11

Washing Clothes-BLOGGER STYLE

A few weeks ago, I taught the world how to Mop: Blogger-style. I have been bombarded with visits from people who actually googled “pictures of mopping the floor.”

Seriously.

I’ve actually considered getting a patent on my innovative idea. Who knew accidentally overflowing the tub would lead to such fame.

At the end of that post, which you can read here, I jokingly invited you all to come back and see how I “wash clothes -blogger-style.”

Fate is a funny thing.

Because about 9.2 days after I wrote that in jest, my toddler entered a new and exciting phase called, “Everything I see, I put in the tub full of water.”

“Hmmm. . . these could use some pre-treating.”

“Oh, yes the temperature is just perfect.”

“In they go. My Dad will thank me for taking care of his boxers-

And his shirt.”

You might find this little fact funny: That was the third time in three days she did this. I do not find this funny, in case you’re wondering. But I did decide to grab the camera and record it, you know, to show to the family therapist.

While I’m shooing her out and wringing out the wet clothes, she did this:


Yes, we have some water issues we will be dealing with this week. (This is where most of her hair accessories have ended up and yet, I keep trying. Why? I ask you?)

But at least I got a head start on the laundry.

Washing clothes: Blogger-style.

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Food for the Soul:
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.”- Romans 1:20

Secret Post {for Newsletter Subscribers}

*Update* We have a winner! Congrats to Laurie (email laurie@qts.net)!!

Hi y’all!

I love secrets. Don’t you?
Thank you for being a part of my newsletter. I’m proud to see so many who are parenting on purpose!
Our kids LOVE family night! It’s such a great way to communicate, fellowship and just have fun! Usually we turn off the technology and just have some good old-fashioned fun.
Family Night Fun is a really great company that sees the value in family nights. They offer great ideas, fabulous products and they truly partner with parents. They sent our family a huge box of games art projects for many family nights to come. They also offered to reward one of you with the Armor of God Family Night Kit ($60 value). They sent us this board game and it’s awesome!!
Would you look around their shop and then leave a comment about something you think your family would enjoy?
I will send out the winner’s name in a special newsletter only email.

A New Southern Snack

Okay. So I’d hardly call it a landslide, but the “Have you ever heard of putting peanuts in your Coke” poll is in and 56% would call this act Southern.  I call it shameful.  I’m a big fan of leaving perfection alone.  Don’t put vanilla or even a cherry in my Coke, thank you very much.

And 52% think I should leave him!  (Just kidding, but you are on my side :D)  
The rest of you think I’m crazy.  True.  But not the point.  At all.
Well.  The tension has ended because he won.  I did learn a few more facts:
  1. It must be Coke.  (Not a substitute, like Pepsi or Dr. Pepper)
  2. The Coke needs to be in a bottle and it needs to be ice-cold.
  3. The peanuts must be salted.
One inquisitive reader asked if you swallow the peanuts with the Coke or if they collect in the bottom. . . truthfully, I do not know and I did not ask the hubby because I could not handle a monologue from the poll winner.
I also learned that there are some weird Southern people out there . . . cheese and crackers dumped in coffee, mayo and bananas, fritos and buttermilk . . . frankly, I’d like you all to leave the South.  My stomach just can’t handle it.
So, go on, grab a Coke and a handful of peanuts and MIX THEM TOGETHER.  I dare you.  Come back here and leave a comment.  I’d like to know about the long term effects.

Wrong on So Many Levels

I have mentioned my children’s fondness for tackling their loose teeth and for the The Tooth Fairy here and again, here.

My son, a fairly new member of the tooth-loser club had a wiggly front tooth.

This is seen as some sort of sporting event for my husband or at least a hobby.

Way past his bedtime, my son ran down the stairs screaming, “We have blood, people!” He held up the spotted tissue as proof.

My husband’s eyes glistened and dilated.

Let me just say that what happened next was wrong on so many levels. (Of course, my teeth have a low self esteem, so I may not be a qualified judge).

At first glance, dental floss may seem a harmless over-the-counter dental tool.

Not in the hands of my hubby, tooth-puller extraordinaire. 

This is what I heard:

Puller:  “I’m going to wrap this tiny string around your tooth.”

Pullee:  “Okay.  Why?”

Puller:  “It’s going to help me, help you.”  Give me a break.

Pullee:  “Will it hurt?”

Puller:  “That’s difficult to answer. I’m going to pull on the count of 3.”

And then I heard this:

“One-” yank

“Noooooooo,” from my terrified son.

“You did it!” from my elated son.  (Perhaps we have a bipolar thing going on here.)

This is what I saw:

 

Note how the tooth is still hanging from the said floss.

Like there were any other options for that tooth.

I’m sure this tooth pulling move will be outlawed soon.  It borders closely to child abuse or child endangerment, to say the least.

This is wrong.  I am ashamed to be a part of it.

I think teeth should fall out au’ natural.  You know in your food because they are hanging by a tiny thread of flesh.  This is the beautiful way. It’s a peaceful ending to the tooth’s life.

No.  Not here.  We pull and push and twist.  Apples are eaten by the handfuls.  We have tools, now.  The horror of it all. 

And I think this grieves The Tooth Fairy. I really do.

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Can You Help Me?

My hubby left for work this morning.  There was a little tension in the air.

It started last night and continued thru the night.  Let me put it this way, we didn’t exactly spoon all night.
Uh uh.  Nope.
He shocked us by opening a can of Coke and dumping an entire package of peanuts into the can. 
This was done in a nonchalant manner.  My kids and I froze and stared at him.  He glanced up.
“What?” he said as if he hadn’t just dome something totally weird.
“That is disgusting!  Why did you do that?” my daughter demanded.
“Yeah, Dad.  That is gross,” my son piped in.  The baby grunted and pointed.  She was in dismay too.
And this is when the tension began:  “Oh, that?  You guys haven’t heard of peanuts and coke? 
It’s a Southern tradition,” he explained as if he were Paula Dean.
Who is this man?  What did he do with my hubby?
“I am Southern.  I love traditions.  I have been married to you for almost 14 years and THIS, is a first.  Peanuts and coke, together?”  I said.
Well.  What do you think?  Please help me out.  For the love of all things Southern and good, can this faux hubby be correct?
There is tension, people.  I need your help.

Family Night-STAY FOR $140 Giveaway!

I love my family.                                                                                             

My hubby, well, what can I say?  Anyone who writes my name in mildew and takes pictures of my rear on purpose, ranks high in my book.
The children?  They are the reason I get up everyday.  Literally.  They pull and tug on my tired body until I have no other choice.  
They light up my world.
And of course, I’m the Mom. I’m the do-er.  I am the efficient multi-tasker.  If I’m on the phone, I’m also sweeping.  I can carry huge piles of laundry up the stairs while dragging a new bag of kitty litter with my toe.  
Oh, yes.  I’m that good.
We are homebodies.  The mall frightens my husband.  We can only dine at restaurants with outdoor patios, what, with the toddler we now own.  We go to church and school-together, but separately to our own classes.  
So somewhere in the mix of all that being together, we missed togetherness.  So, family night was born.  Family night consists of well, the family, cat and toddler included, locked up in our family room, together.  
Now, at this point I’d love to tell you we sit around without the interruptions of tv, phones, computers, etc, holding hands, sharing fond stories and end the night singing “cumh by ya my Lord.”
Hmmm. . . . Not so much.

A typical family night for us might include a Wii family bowling tournament or the latest Disney movie.  Lately, we’ve really gotten into board games.  I don’t even throw myself on the floor anymore when I don’t win.

By far, our best family nights center around old home movies of well, us.  We’re vain that way. 

My kids LOVE watching themselves when they were babies.  We had a big box of unlabeled tapes.  We’ve almost made our way to the bottom.  Each one has been a surprise. (One of the first ones we watched almost 2 years ago cinched our decision to have another child.  When we stumbled upon the ‘baby tapes’ I just cried my way thru them.  Who knew my kids were so cute? And that it would lead to a third?  )
Family night isn’t strict or structured.  There isn’t a manual.  

It just is.  
Because one day, it won’t be.
And so, in honor of my sixth month anniversary of blogging and our love of Family Night, I’m offering one lucky reader an enormous pile of brand new Family Night Activities valued at over $140!

  • Risk Transformers Board Game :: Retail Value $39.95   
  • Mall Madness :: Retail Value $39.95    
  • I Spy Preschool Game :: Retail Value $14.95   
  • Uncle Milton’s Ant Farm :: Retail Value $9.95 
  • Smart Lab Electronics Lab :: Retail Value $19.95   
  • Hannah Montana 26 piece Activities Set :: Retail Value $19.95   
  • Popcorn Bags (because would it be a Family Night without it?  We know the answer to that, don’t we?)

To be entered into this random drawing, just leave a comment.  Comments will close Friday night, April 25th at 10 p.m. CST.  Winner will be announced on Sunday, April 27th. (I am limiting this giveaway to the U.S. only.  I’m sorry, but I will have to take away my kid’s lunch money to mail it as it is, thanks for understanding). Oh, and please, only leave one comment.  I’m not the best counter and I confuse easily, so play nice, ya’ll. This is open to bloggers and non-bloggers!


I have a big storage closet where I stick games and toys I find on sale.  This is only some of the stuff ! One lucky reader will benefit from my deep-seeded shopping issues.  

Oh, and if giveaways are your
thing
, you must hop over to the Bloggy Carnival.  (I don’t know if specifically asking for God’s favor for the Random Number Generator works or not, but I’m going to try it!) Good luck!  Don’t forget to subscribe to my blog.  That will help you win something.  I’m sure of it.  Sort of.