Dancing with the Stars

Whitney loves Dancing with the Stars...(inappropriate as it is....It does make me feel better that while she is subjected to the lack of morals that our country enjoys, the plethora of immodesty is mentioned.)

The final show is tonight and she was officially bribed. The basement needed a tidy-up. During the process Wyatt was told by the oldest that the Dancing Show was about Army Guys and Machine Guns. Consequently, the basement was cleaned in record time.

The disappointment was thick when the show started.

"Mom, I am so mad....This show is not about about cool things. It is about naked girls in bikinis dancing with boys. Gross."

Wyatt buddy, you are incredibly correct. Go enjoy something manly in the clean basement.
Walker, you are in trouble man.

Please pass me a new box of Kleenex and some Tylenol for my cry headache.

I just finished watching ABC's Find My Family and seriously cried like a big fat baby.

I am thankful for the insight I was given tonight. Adoptions bless so many families and I in awe of amazing birth parents who are incredibly unselfish. I cannot imagine anything more heart wrenching than giving up a baby. I am happy about the sweet reunion that I witnessed tonight.

Trust me, my couch will enjoy an indent and a pile of used tissues next Monday night.

How does JEFF (and the rest of us Johnsons) survive the NIGHT SHIFT?

Well....he has given up on those cute little orange foam ear plugs to moved on to ear "PROTECTION." He is ingenious and sleeps through anything.... We practically could move our bedroom next door to the shooting range. Not only is he immune to the normal kid noises, but to AK-47's, monster truck shows and even dump trucks driving through a Nitroglycerin plant.

Super Saturday

***Woke up today...to a blanket of snow.
***Felt happy....and told myself I will NEVER go as long (aka as hideous, shaggy, or trashy) as I did without a haircut.
***Love the new do...AND love the Styling Chic that does it.

 

***Felt like pulling the Christmas Decor out of the basement...
***Decided to hold my horses and NOT skip out on being Thankful.
***Found a treasure from Mr. 5 Year Old....Wy, I "LIKE YOU" too!

 

***Was entertained for 30 seconds when Wes danced into the room equipped as a princess. (Dress and Tiara included.) He squealed with delight in a high pitched voice "I'm a princess!" Then ripped it all of in no time flat, threw it on the floor and gruffly said, "No....I'm a Boy!"
***Cackled to myself when Jeff and Walker braved the cold in the garage to create a CAT HOUSE. (Slow down, not a "CAT HOUSE" like those in Nevada...but a real cat shelter for our blessed gully cat, Gary.) He is the ultimate pet that is kind enough to eat leftovers and the cheapest cat food we can shove in our grocery cart. To show our appreciation for his greatness, this piece of work was constructed to keep him warm this winter out of scraps from the garage...(Precious left-over bead board from the basement and carpet pad that Walker dug out of the dumpster when I wasn't looking. The pad has been shoved in a secret corner of his closet out of my view for this blessed occasion.)
***Was uber-generous (as always when it comes to our pets) and gave up a scratchy old wedding present towel that has taken up space in the linen closet. It has MY name embroidered on it...If it ever blows away in a freak storm and is found by an unsuspecting neighbor I will die of embarrassment. My name is not that common. More pictures to come...trust me.

 

***Found myself writing a note to a 2nd grade teacher.
(Dear Mrs. Bystrom,My doter is sick. She can not go to scool today. Sind My Mom)
***Misspelled lots of words and signed my name, "My Mom" Ha, Ha, Ha!

 

***Went on a 30 minute date with Jeff. I love, love, love that my kids are getting old enough to leave for a short amount of time.
***Romanced at the Gas station, Lowe's, and the Taco Guy. On the way home we just about wrecked the truck on an icy road as Jeff (the driver) shoved his TACO into his Pie Hole.
***Swore, laughed, put it in 4 wheel drive and then swallowed our last bites.
***Was blown away when at dinner Walker gulped down his milk, coughed and laughed simultaneously and showered us all. I had vivid flashbacks from lunch at Robert Stuart Jr. High.
***Seriously scowled and then watched him play Cinderella!
And last of all...
***Checked out the "Buzz Cut." It lives....and I am dying!!!! (Just for the record it is blonde but flourishing.)

Walker stayed home from school today. Our family has been sickly this fall. We continue to share germs and pass the misfortune around. His sniffling company however was very much enjoyed.

We were also pleased to get some insight on some of his classmates.
---Mom, did you know that "So and So" already has Zits?

---Yes as a matter of fact I did. "So and So" is a girl and remember that girl's bodies change faster than boy's. You just wait your turn. (Poor Kid)

---You know that I am already starting to change!

---(I am sure that a sheer look of Horror hit me in the face....I want to be able to be honest with him and him with me, but I was definitely unprepared this morning.) GULP.. you have? (Anticipating things to get a tad uncomfortable)

---Yeah. I am getting little hairs in my armpits. Just a little bit though. It's kinda like a BUZZ CUT in there!

Is he really getting to be that old? I may make Jeff investigate!

Thankful....

This morning I am thankful for my little buddy. What will I do when they grow up and ALL leave for school?

 

The Runner Up's!

Yes, Halloween is over.....But, the costume possibilities for our 5 year old are worth mentioning. He changed his mind over a dozen times. Harry Potter, a King and a Pirate were discussed but not pictured. The Nerd was originally put together with this little one in mind, but after all it was too "nerdy" for him.

 

My personal favorite was good ole M.J. since the nose can be mirrored with ease...It just didn't seem like the best option for a Kindergartner (We didn't want to sick anyone out and after all Kindergarten is a safe place for little boys!) Although one hand would have stayed warm, and he would have tolerated a black wig, Wyatt's nose would have become really tired by the end of the night. Here's to another year! (I need to start looking for some clear nose pinchers that swimmers use. That ought to do the trick!)

 

I don't think he was steered wrong with his final choice. (I look like a decent Mom by saying "his choice". In all reality, he ran out of time to change his mind again!) Obi One floated his boat...and mine too!