~2 Down & 2 to Go~

Well, the decision is FINALLY in....drum roll please....we decided on what the twins would be for Halloween. INDIANS! We think that it will fit them perfectly. I also had the idea of everyone in our family being Indians, but Sis said that even if I went around singing "One little, two little, three little Indians" it still would not change Grace's mind of wanting to be a Cheerleader.:(
I thought that it would be so cute for us to number off starting with Eric being number 1, Me #2, Cam #3, Sis #4 and so forth, but I guess everyone needs to be their own little original person.....Keely didn't go for the idea either.
I'm still holding out for all 4 of the kiddos to be the cast of "The Wizard of Oz". Clearly, Tyler is getting to old for this dream to come true.
I'm a crazy woman when it comes to deciding the Halloween attire. I have to know the plan and start working on it entirely too early, but somehow it gives me comfort to already have things in place.
I'm also the girl that bought pumpkins 2 weeks ago....I know I have some issues.

Now you all can sleep knowing that the big decisions have been made at the Giles' house.:-))
~r

~E-Mail~

I know that many of you might not enjoy getting e-mails, but I honestly have to say that I LOVE THEM! We tend to just click on the forward marker and not pay much attention to the little notes of kindness and whatnot's that say so much. I recently received an e-mail that touched me. It was sent to several people, but to know that I was thought of enough for someone to share a scripture, a thought or even a joke with me....brightens my day. I love when my oldest and dearest friend, Jen, sends me an e-mail that is what I call a "catch up" e-mail. She will let me know what all is going on in her life, as well as, her kiddos. It is so much easier for her to sit down and type out everything all at once so that when we do get a chance to visit I am completely up to speed with everything.
We tend to take for granted(sp?) all of the awesome things that God does for us daily. If we take a moment everyday to thank Him for His blessings we will see that even an e-mail can bless someones life.
Just a thought aloud. Have a wonderful week!~!
~r

~Funny E-Mail~

~We have all had this happen at one time or another...

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women,

so you smile politely and take your place.

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors.

Every stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in,

nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall..

You get in to find the door won't latch.

It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by some one's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,

(Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!),

yank down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake.

You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat

or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'

To take your mind off your trembling thighs,

you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.

In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,

'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat,

you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'

Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -

the one that's still in your purse.

(Oh yeah , the purse around your neck, that now,

you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).

That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.

It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.

The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck

in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward

against the tank of the toilet.

'Occupied!' you scream,

as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,

tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor,

lose your footing altogether, and

slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.

It is wet of course.

You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late.

Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ

and life form on the uncovered seat because

YOU never laid down toilet paper -

not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.

You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew,

because, you're certain her bare bottom never

touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear,

'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.'

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet

is so confused that it flushes,

propelling a stream of water like a fire hose

against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water

that covers your butt and runs down your legs

and into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force

that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser

for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up.

You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.

You're exhausted.

You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket

and then sneak out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets

with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands

with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them.

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out

a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.

(Where was that when you NEEDED it??)

You yank the paper from your shoe,

plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,

'Here, you just might need this.'

As you exit, you spot your hubby,

who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.

Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long,

and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'

*Seriously, every time I go to a public Rest Room!

~r

~This Speaks for Itself~

~turn up the volume~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2sZuJbxi8Y
~r

~Happy Anniversary~

Happy Anniversary Mom & Dad! We are so blessed to have you both as our parents. It is amazing these days to find couples that have been married for 37 years! WOW! God has truly shined through your marriage reminding us all of your love and devotion to Him as well as each other.

We love you guys....
~r

~Just a glimpse into our week....~

So, just when you think that nothing else could happen…
~The dog’s have diarrhea all over the coach.
~Maggie has diarrhea all over the everywhere.
~Marlee throws up.
~Tyler accidentally shuts Maggie’s finger in the door.
~I had a blow out on one of my tires.
~I have been sick.
~Maggie’s tube is coming out of her ear and has made it bleed.
~Marlee & Maggie pour out numerous different things all over the everywhere…(syrup, conditioner, lotion, hand sanitizer & whatever they can find that squeezes out.)
~I have washed my 300th load of laundry this week and still not done.

*I’m really not mad, but honestly thought you all might find some humor in everything that has happened. As well as, give you a hint of all the wonderful aromas that are coming from my house. Not to mention the glorious sound “Momma…Maggie just..." or "Momma....Marlee just…”
Go ahead laugh….I am that is what is keeping me sane!
~r

~BMI~

So, this morning after talking with a friend...names will be kept anonymous.....we decide that we needed to calculate our BMI(Body Mass Index). Yes, I know the thought of "what were you thinking" is coming to mind, but it only gets better....clearly, I won't be putting my numbers out there for everyone to see, but it truly is a sad day here at my house.:-(( Not only do I need to loose weight, but the stinkin' BMI chart was completely depressing....even if I was <18.5 I wouldn't like the names....
It would need to read: "Renay you are skinny! Don't change a thing!" :-)

Check out this precious gift called the BMI Chart:

BMI Categories:
Underweight = <18.5
Normal weight = 18.5-24.9
Overweight = 25-29.9
Obesity = BMI of 30 or greater

***I know you are all thinking I must be about 18.6...:-))????
~r

~NKOTB & 90210~

I maybe 30 something and have 4 kids, but I love the

New Kids on the Block & 90210!

They are both BACK~

A dream come true.:-))

I know that you are all rolling your eyes right about now, but I don't care....I could sing every song of the NKOTB and recite every episode of 90210 at any given time.

I guess that it is inner child inside of me wanting to be back

in high school....

why I have no idea??

Right about now you are all probably thinking of

Brenda, Donna & Kelly or should I say Brandon, Steve & Dylan....

Then of course, the infamous songs....Covergirl and Summertime....

Donnie was my favorite!

Once again get your lighters ready....start the swaying....here we go:

You thought that I would list all of the lyrics.....

I decided to spare you every detail. :-))

Have a wonderful week....and stop laughing....

It's not funny...I know I'm a nerd!

~r