Monday, May 31, 2010

Name Shame

I don't know what it is about my name. People love to write songs about it-- Frankie Valli and Steve Perry, to name a few.

I guess it's just too easy to rhyme with.

When I was in 4th or 5th grade, some kids in my class made up a song for me. You pick the tune, but the lyrics went a little something like this, "Take off the 'S' in Sherry. Take off the 'H' in Harms. If you do what I tell you, you'll have Herry Arms!"

Ha ha. So funny. Thankfully, I didn't actually have hairy arms, or I could've really gotten a complex. Kids.

Yesterday at church we sang a hymn called "Carry On." And lucky for me, carry is one of the many words that rhymes with Sherry.

It was always my family's little joke growing up to sing the chorus really loudly, "Sherry on, Sherry on, Sherry on!"

I don't remember the last time I cried so much during a song as I did yesterday during "Carry On." It was kinda embarrassing.


Aren't they cute?

Not sure how many of you know this, but they have been asked to extend their mission in South Africa for another year. December 2011 is sooooo far away. Boo hoo.

Guess I'll have to just Sherry...errr...Carry On.

Monday, May 24, 2010

When the Scissors Go Missing

Life's full of surprises. And motherhood's no different.

One thing that hasn't surprised me, however, is my kids' obsession with these babies.

When the scissors go missing at my house, I'm not gonna lie-- I get a little nervous.

Luckily, (knock on wood) no one has given himself a "fun" haircut or given one to his brother. No major damage done.

And since we're talking about a house full of boys with not a single Barbie or doll in sight, I thought I would be safe from finding remnants of "salon makeovers" when the scissors go missing.

But then I realized I forgot about the Christmas nutcracker.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Really Random Ramblings

So I've recently discovered something about myself. Apparently my blogging abilities have an unhealthy codependency on my camera cord. With my camera cord out of commission the last couple weeks, my blogging's been unwittingly out of commission too.

Never fear (because I'm sure you were...fearing). I was finally able to upload some pictures yesterday. And voilá -- a post today! Now, that doesn't guarantee a great post. Just a post.

Don't you love reading a post about the writing of a post? I do. It's almost as good as writing a post about writing a post.

Do you ever read a word (like post, for instance) so many times that it starts looking weird and you have to double check that that's really how you spell that word, even though you've been reading/writing that word ever since you could read/write?

Obviously a ton has been going on since we last convened.

Actually, I have been pretty busy. I just don't feel like writing about it now...I'll save that for the next post (gotta keep ya coming back for more somehow).

For now, here's a little gem of a pic I took today. Ian and Carter built this "pillow house" while Ashton was at school.

These two were playing so nicely together that I started questioning my decision to put Ian in all-day kindergarten next year.

...but they can still play just as nicely together after all-day kindergarten, right?

Monday, May 10, 2010

A Sublime Rhyme on Your Dime

I'm sure you're all sick and tired of my constant bragging about my children. I would be if I were you, but I'd understand. Because if I were you, I'd realize just how awesome they really are.

But, I figured I'd give you all a break today and brag on someone else for a change: me! I bet you didn't know this about me, but I've got some mad rhyming skills.

I put them mad skills to good use yesterday and wrote my mom the best Mother's Day poem EVER. And out of the kindness of my heart, I will share it with you now. You're welcome.

But, I'm gonna have to warn you: you're all going to feel a little sad that you didn't get such an awesome poem for Mother's Day. Sorry.

Of all the fish in the sea

Or leaves in a tree

Or dogs full of fleas

Or spellers in a bee

Or rednecks of Tennessee

Or bones in your knee

Or cherries in a jubilee

Or scratches on a CD…

All the world would agree

You don’t need a degree

To know with certainty

That none can compare with thee!

Happy Mother’s Day

Thursday, May 6, 2010


Dontcha wish you loved something as much as this kid loves his blankie?

Monday, May 3, 2010

Channeling my Inner Fraulein Maria

{A Few of My Favorite Things}

Okay they're not brown paper packages or raindrops on roses, but they did help brighten up my Sunday.

Have you tried it? Soooooo good. I couldn't find any for a while after lunch and I was going through major withdrawals. Don't worry-- I found it, and all was again right with the world.

I've never gotten into this show before or even the regular Apprentice. But it's great television! I mean, I don't know what's better: the Trump comb over or the unstable state of Cyndi Lauper's mental health.

Oh, and these guys are pretty good too.