THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 27

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Picture of the Week:

The Week in Review: My older kids decided to dig a hole to China. It worked out well since I was rearranging my living room furniture (pictures/post to come later today).  The toddler got in on the excavation with baby wipes. Seems the dirt needed to be cleaned first.
Introduction into The Society: Dawn’s Diversions! Please go visit her (we all like a Sunday social call!) Plus, her answers are pretty funny……

1.    Tell us a little about your blog (name/reason why you blog):

The name of my blog is Dawn’s Diversions.  The reason I started bloggingwas because some of my friends were doing it.  But, I soon realized that itso fit my personality.  It is so SOCIAL! It is addicting. I tend to have an addictive personality and I’m very social.  I now covet comments. :) But, I have to say, I love talking about my girls.  They are my favorite topic.
2.    How long have you blogging?
I’ve been blogging since March of this year. But, it seems like much longer. I did my first give-away with my 100th post. That was so much fun! 
3.    How would you define THAT family?
THAT family is one that can laugh together at anything life throws at them. 
4.    When did you discover you were a part of THAT family?
Maybe when my first daughter was 20 months and trying to put in a tampon? Or, when at 3 she painted our dog orange? Or how about when I caught her squatting over the toilet and asked her what she was doing. She informed me that she was perching like a bird! Duh!  Oh, yeah, what about when she decided to paint her fingernails red along with the carpet?  Or when she told her k4 teacher at a Christian school that her grandpa doesn’t like mean SOB’s!?! AYE!!!   Oh, yes, we ARE THAT family! 
5.    Where can we find your blog?

DIYP #31 Old Tin

Have y’all heard of junk shopping?
Some call it junk-tiquing, others trash to treasure.
It probably should be called “I can’t afford real antiques.”
Call it what you may, but I enjoy it.
I like mixing old things in with new and my bedroom is full of both.  Today, I want to talk about old tin. There are so many great ways to use these old ceiling tiles.  Here are some great projects using old tin.
I found mine at a flea market for $2-$5 a piece. But don’t let that stop you. You can actually find some great affordable pieces on Ebay (buy old tin)  Mine has the original white paint that is now chipping off:
I’ve seen picture frames made from tin and I thought this would make a cool double frame.
Please note: This rusty old tin is sharp!
Please also note: My hubby was very involved with this project.  
Please note the above note: I didn’t want to get a boo-boo.
First, cut an X in the center of the tin. We used tin snips, but if you have a jigsaw or dremel saw, they work best. (And let’s just pretend I know what a dremel saw is, shall we?)
Next, carefully pull back the four triangles that make up your X. We used pliers.
My two favorite guys working on a home decor project: Beautiful! 
This is what the tin should look like with all four pieces pulled back with pliers. (The picture opening on mine is about 5×5). I just taped pictures to the back of the ‘frame.’
And since I’m putting this unique frame in my bedroom, I thought it should hold a picture of me and my hubby.
When we were 10 years old. (Yes, that is my ‘fro picture).

Aren’t we darling? My kids laugh every time they see it. What is so funny?

I actually have some new stuff in my room too; it’s not all junk. Here’s a short tour.

Turns Out We are Dirty People

O. My. Word.
Do I have a Not Me story for y’all!
I started out the week telling you how my teeth have a low self esteem. And then I spent two hours in The Chair yesterday. I survived.
Well. I want my kids to have healthy teeth too and positive feelings about their dental hygiene experience, so I took them to their bi-annual visit this week also.
I find this nearly as bad as taking myself to the dentist.
Because you know who they blame when your children have cavities.
Oh goody, more Mom guilt. Thankyouverymuch.
In my wildest imagination, I prepared myself for 10 cavities each. 
I said wildest.
I wanted to go there mentally, just in case. I like dealing with worst-case-scenarios head on.
It was much worse than I feared.
I mean, so bad, I might need counseling or a beer. (Which is saying a lot, the beer part, anyway. Former Pastor’s wife, remember? And I get tipsy with Nyquil).
Oh, no, my kids didn’t have 10 cavities, they had……………….
wait for it…………………..
None. Not one. Totally clear, beautifully clean teeth.
But apparently that’s nothing because by the look on the hygienist’s face, I knew there was something else.
She quietly leaned in and said for adult ears only, 
“Your daughter has lice.”
Let’s just let that nugget sink in.
Um, no thank you, my kids don’t get lice.
As in little bugs in the head region.
Discovered by a dental hygienist. 
Turns out my deep conviction that only dirty people get lice is not true.
Or is it?
Thank God for over-the-counter hair pesticide.
On the bright side, I’ve learned there’s much more to fear than a simple visit to the dentist.
And now it’s your turn to fill up my comment section about all the times your children have had lice. This will make me feel normal, less dirty and possibly make me stop scratching imaginary bugs. So, go ahead, tell me how you boiled your sheets, stood your family in a line like gorilla’s to check each other’s heads, used the tiny, fine-toothed comb….hello?  Anyone there?  
P.S. We caught it very early and only had to fumigate my daughter. Turns out it was going around in her class. Who knew? But still, y’all: lice. Oooh.

Playing House {Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You}

I’m joining Hooked on Houses because I’m hooked on fresh starts. And here’s to a beautiful life full of color at The Inspired Room.

I grew up playing with dolls.
I enjoyed pretending I was a Mommy.
I tucked in my precious babies every night, whispering sweet words.
I loved playing house.
And then I got a house.
With my own real babies.
Two in two years.
And then I wasn’t playing any more.
When I look at this picture, I see past the precocious toddler stuffing her long-legged baby brother into her doll bed. Playing, pretending.
I see the gray.
It was the color of my soul.
Our circumstances helped shade my world. We were working at a church that didn’t honor us, both of us working several jobs because the first wasn’t honorable. 
My marriage held lies and secrets.
Loneliness was my shadow.
Depression my friend.
Money my need.
And then, God.
He became the light, the ray of Son to break up the darkness.
He delivered us from the dishonor.
He healed my broken marriage.
He met every financial need.
He colored my world.

And now red is so red. 
Green is very green.
Have you seen yellow?
I’m still playing house. 
Only this time, in color.
Food for the Soul:
John 8:12 “When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

This is My Kind of Giveaway

*UPDATE* Wow, you guys really turn out for paper products. I’ll have to remember that. I’d like to congratulate Homemaker Chronicles and Running Amuck!

Y’all send me your email and I’ll get it to Broadway Paper!

Don’t forget to check back in on Monday for my biggest giveaway ever!
Stick around, I’m giving away two gift certificates!
I’m a list-maker.
I’m a Type A list -maker. {I write down what I’ve already completed, just so I can mark it off}.
I know. Gross, huh?
{Pretty sure I need to be medicated for it}.
And that’s why I fell in love with Broadway Paper: The paper store with so much more.
Because they sell this Sanity-Induced Shopping List:
And this Mood Tracker Mouse Pad {cracks me up}:
And I adore this List Me, Doodle Me Notepad, for when words fail….
These are just three of hundreds of items in this delightful paper store. There are also planners and calendars, invitations and announcements, delightful personalized items, pretty packaging and fun office supplies, plus many more categories!
Broadway Paper is giving away TWO $25 gift certificates to anything in the store. Two random winners will be chosen on Thursday. Leave a comment and tell me what you like!
For more great tips, visit Works for Me Wednesday.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go mark down my mood.

The Dental Chair

I’m having some dental work done this week. 

A word of silence, please.
Thank you.
I’m dreading the dental chair. I wrote the following as a guest post last year, but I thought you might like to read it, considering my current frame of mind.
Also, I can’t type well when I grind my teeth:
I found a new dentist for my kids. He’s nice and his office staff is friendly and helpful. It’s a family dentistry practice. So, he treats kids and adults.
There’s a children’s waiting room with video games and toys. I have to force my children to play.
My husband liked the office so much, he became a patient. 
That’s nice. I wish I could.
Oh, I like everything about the dentist’s office. But I can’t join the rest of the family.
Why? My teeth have a low self-esteem.
It’s true. You might see me smile and think my teeth look nice. And, on the surface, you are right. But I have deep-seeded teeth issues.
As a child I was always the one with a cavity. My siblings would get their photos posted on the bulletin board because their teeth were perfect. Stupid bulletin board.
I didn’t lose my baby teeth either. So, in order for the tooth fairy to visit me, I had to have my teeth pulled at the dentist’s office. I remember once I had 8 teeth pulled in one day. There must have been a ‘pull one, get one free’ deal. 
I brushed, flossed. It didn’t matter. I got braces and went through dental torture in my teen years. I wore a metal head gear to Jr. high. 
I wish I was kidding.
So all of these factors probably contribute to my teeth feeling so inadequate. 
I’d really like to change dentists. 
But I won’t. I feel comfortable at my current dentist and that is saying a lot, considering my history. His office is dingy. He is old and doesn’t have any of the new equipment. His office staff is rude. It’s inconvenient and it’s hard to get an appointment.
And, there’s a bonus. He smokes. Yes, my dentist is a smoker. 
So, when he takes a peek at my pearly whites, and moves in for a close up, I get quite a whiff. This makes me happy. I mean, my olfactory senses are offended, but my teeth? 
They feel right at home.
I scoured the city for a crummy dentist. I feel comfortable opening my mouth and revealing my giant fillings and my splotchy teeth. I know he won’t expect much when he takes a look because between you and me, his teeth are nasty. We belong together.
The other day my hubby was raving about the ‘family dentist.’ Hello? Can he really be called the ‘family dentist’ when not all the family attends? He was encouraging me to switch. But I’ve seen his dentist. I’ve watched him work on my children’s teeth. He’s young. He’s handsome. And his teeth are beautiful.
I’d feel like such a tooth failure if I sat in his dental chair. One look in my mouth would tell him of my sad dental past.
When my current dentist looks into my mouth, do you know what he says?
“It looks good, I don’t see a thing wrong,” and he means it. He doesn’t want to change a darn thing.
And that makes me feel terrific.
How about  you? Do you fear the chair?

Just Send Me Your Therapy Bills

I think I’ve failed my children. {Not Me!}
You be the judge:
At breakfast this past weekend, something had obviously been bothering my son because in-between bites of scrambled eggs he said, “Mom, why didn’t you tell me I was a mammal? I didn’t find out until I was in Kindergarten.”
And considering he is now halfway through the first grade, I’d say he’s been holding this in.
For awhile.
If you were on Twitter, you probably followed this conversation. But I failed to mention my third grade daughter’s mammal input. She’s an expert.
“Well. It doesn’t even matter because You are not a mammal. You don’t feed your young milk from your body, do you?” she asked. “Plus, the dolphin is the smartest mammal.”
Strangely, that got me off the hook. 
And no, I didn’t even correct her. 
And it’s certainly NOT because I don’t know my mammal facts. 
I do. Really. I think.
The night before, my kids were playing with action figures and I heard some smashing and crashing.
And then I heard this: “Oh, no, he fell. He is really hurt. He is really suffering!”
“You know what this means, don’t you?”
“Yeah, we’ll have to put the guy out of his misery since he’s hurt so bad.”
And then I heard all sorts of frightening sounds.
Um. No, my kids did not just euthanize a parachuting action figure.
I’ll just add that talk to my to do list.
But just in case there are permanent effects to this recent behavior, I’ll have them send their therapy bills to me.
And if all that isn’t enough:
The hubby and I took the kids to see Paul Blart: Mall Cop at the theatre. It was funny and fairly family-friendly. Well, as much as gun-toting mall thugs can be. 
The highlight? My son proclaiming it “THE BEST MOVE EVER” and deciding to pursue mall-copping in college.
Pride. It’s all I feel, people.

THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 26

Picture of the Week:

The Week in Review: I finally found some good help. I figured since my 2 year old is always climbing and playing in the water while I’m trying to create a dinner miracle, I’d let her do both!

Introduction in The Society: I’m happy to welcome Angela into The Society!

1) What is the name of your blog?

I have two blogs: All That Naz, which contains stories about the lives of my family. Some stories are kooky, others endearing, and a few may even be deemed ordinary, but they all are all worthy of notation…because sometimes the extraordinary memories are buried within the ordinary moments. My other blog, Becoming Me, could also be titled, “How God Cleans What Angela Messes Up.” It’s a transparent look at lessons I have learned or am currently learning as I journey toward becoming the woman God wants me to be.  

2) How long have you been blogging?

I’ve been blogging since September, 2007 

3) How would you define THAT family?

Hmmm, I would define “That Family” as the family that  thrives on love, humor, and the strength of each of its members despite it’s imperfections, mishaps, and array ofembarrassing moments that  regularly invade everyday life, as well as cermonious ocassions. One thing that I beleive is not a part of being a “That Family” is shame. There may be red-faced moments, but through thick and thin pride swells in your chest when you think of your family unit…except for maybe that crazy uncle. 

4) When did you discover you were a part of THAT family?

The first time I read your blog I thought, “Hey,  I get this woman. I am this woman. My family is a lot like this family…just one less kid.” Let’s see… I’ve run into a lady while trying to manuever a racecar shopping cart, totted a screaming toddler out of myriad public places, clogged a toilet or two in a public restroom, and,  I even had a very private melt down in a very public place called PetSmart! And if those items aren’t qualifiers, than the “Good Will” incident surely puts us in the ranks of “That Family.” 

5) Where can we find your blogs?

You can find All That Naz at and Becoming Me at