Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
YouTube
I love this.
And this.
And this.
I'm so excited about this new YouTube channel! (Or maybe it's not new but it's new to me.)
And this.
And this.
I'm so excited about this new YouTube channel! (Or maybe it's not new but it's new to me.)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Sorry?
The other day my kids seemed to be fighting quite a bit. It was driving me crazy so I told them whenever they got in a fight they would have to write apology notes to each other. It made sense at the time. Anyway, these notes kept appearing in the kitchen--they were all for me--I think the author thought I meant they had to apologize to me. The notes written by the other two were shown to the injured party and then immediately destroyed.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Oops!
I was messing with my blog yesterday and lost my header. I couldn't get it back so I decided to make the blog private so I could fix it and do a bunch of other stuff. Then I forgot to fix anything and forgot to make it public again.
I'm just going to make it public again even with my messed-up header and my boring background. Dana, can you log in and fix my header again? Do you still have the one you made?
Sorry if you checked my blog while I had it marked private and thought I had locked you out...I would never do such a thing...:-).
Love ya!
Haley
I'm just going to make it public again even with my messed-up header and my boring background. Dana, can you log in and fix my header again? Do you still have the one you made?
Sorry if you checked my blog while I had it marked private and thought I had locked you out...I would never do such a thing...:-).
Love ya!
Haley
Friday, February 6, 2009
Happy Birthday, Mum!
Everything I need to know I learned from my Mom
ON HOUSEKEEPING:
C.A.Y.G.: This stands for Clean-As-You-Go. I don't know if my brothers and sisters heard this one as much as I did. I would go on baking/cooking sprees and my Mom would always call out, "Don't forget to cayg (pronounced kag)! Are you cayging?"
Rake the leaves. Just rake the leaves.: This was a technique I was taught as a child whenever my room became too messy. What you do is put everything in a big pile on the bed and then organize and put away from there.
When in doubt, throw it out. This is my Mom's favorite de-junking mantra. I can't count the number of times I have heard it.
ON PERSONAL APPEARANCE:
Good things come in small packages. My sisters and I were told this our whole lives because our parents knew we were going to be short. It worked--I loved being short. It wasn't until just recently when I realized that to reach the second shelf in my kitchen cabinets I have to get a stool that I realized a few more inches would have been nice.
It takes pain to be beautiful. This piece of advice originated from my Mom's cousin and it has gotten me through many workouts and eyebrow shaping sessions.
It's what's inside that counts. This was an oft repeated phrase whenever we became too obsessed with our appearance (by we I am again referring to sisters and I).
Just make yourself as beautiful as you can, then walk out the door and forget about yourself and have a good time. And stand up straight. This philosophy originated from my Grandma Haley and was passed to me through my mother; I think it is very good advice.
A low ponytail is artsy. General hairstyling advice that also originated from my Grandma Haley.
ON INTERPERSONAL RELATIONS/CONFLICTS:
Be a duck. This is what we were told anytime we got upset by someone teasing us...because ducks let things just, "roll off their back."
Mud can't stick to marble. This advice was given during my teenage years when I got upset if I thought someone was gossiping about me. My mom told me that if I stayed clean and shiny like marble the mud wouldn't stick and it would become obvious what the truth was.
It's their problem. This advice applies whenever someone is being mean...you just tell yourself they are the one with the problem, not you, and be nice back to them.
ON LIFE IN GENERAL:
There is nothing worth worrying about. NOTHING. We were told this to remind us that worry doesn't solve anything and only saps your energy.
Happiness is a choice. This advice applied in many situations and really helped me think straight.
So, basically that is a brief summary of the words that still run through my head. From her example I learned that everyone deserves to be listened to and treated with kindness and respect, how to love my friends, and the magical, healing effects of a five minute power nap."I just need to close my eyes for five minutes, maybe 15, and then we can go."
C.A.Y.G.: This stands for Clean-As-You-Go. I don't know if my brothers and sisters heard this one as much as I did. I would go on baking/cooking sprees and my Mom would always call out, "Don't forget to cayg (pronounced kag)! Are you cayging?"
Rake the leaves. Just rake the leaves.: This was a technique I was taught as a child whenever my room became too messy. What you do is put everything in a big pile on the bed and then organize and put away from there.
When in doubt, throw it out. This is my Mom's favorite de-junking mantra. I can't count the number of times I have heard it.
ON PERSONAL APPEARANCE:
Good things come in small packages. My sisters and I were told this our whole lives because our parents knew we were going to be short. It worked--I loved being short. It wasn't until just recently when I realized that to reach the second shelf in my kitchen cabinets I have to get a stool that I realized a few more inches would have been nice.
It takes pain to be beautiful. This piece of advice originated from my Mom's cousin and it has gotten me through many workouts and eyebrow shaping sessions.
It's what's inside that counts. This was an oft repeated phrase whenever we became too obsessed with our appearance (by we I am again referring to sisters and I).
Just make yourself as beautiful as you can, then walk out the door and forget about yourself and have a good time. And stand up straight. This philosophy originated from my Grandma Haley and was passed to me through my mother; I think it is very good advice.
A low ponytail is artsy. General hairstyling advice that also originated from my Grandma Haley.
ON INTERPERSONAL RELATIONS/CONFLICTS:
Be a duck. This is what we were told anytime we got upset by someone teasing us...because ducks let things just, "roll off their back."
Mud can't stick to marble. This advice was given during my teenage years when I got upset if I thought someone was gossiping about me. My mom told me that if I stayed clean and shiny like marble the mud wouldn't stick and it would become obvious what the truth was.
It's their problem. This advice applies whenever someone is being mean...you just tell yourself they are the one with the problem, not you, and be nice back to them.
ON LIFE IN GENERAL:
There is nothing worth worrying about. NOTHING. We were told this to remind us that worry doesn't solve anything and only saps your energy.
Happiness is a choice. This advice applied in many situations and really helped me think straight.
So, basically that is a brief summary of the words that still run through my head. From her example I learned that everyone deserves to be listened to and treated with kindness and respect, how to love my friends, and the magical, healing effects of a five minute power nap."I just need to close my eyes for five minutes, maybe 15, and then we can go."
Thanks for the wonderful childhood, Mom!
I love you! Happy Birthday!
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Baby Animals
The boys and I had a fun time looking at these adorable animals tonight. If you have any kids that like animals as much as mine do they'll enjoy these pictures too.
P.S. The picture is of a raccoon we befriended the summer we lived in Arkansas. I really loved him. So did J.J. We would wake the kids up whenever he came around (usually between 11 p.m and midnight).
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Basketball
Top 3 things I love about watching Thomas play basketball:1. Little boys play slow enough for me to follow the game (I can not keep up with college/NBA games).
2. For the most part, the little guys all come with bedhead. Some of them even come wearing wrinkled sweats. The games are all on Saturday mornings so I'm guessing they all just roll out of bed and come to the games (unlike Thomas who wakes up at 3:04 a.m. because he is so excited). Their messy hair reminds me how young they are and keeps me from screaming, "THOMAS, GET IN HIS FACE! PUSH HIM! GRAB THE BALL!" like I am frequently tempted to do.
3. Thomas is quite awesome. He scored 10 of his team's 33 points today (and he only played 2 quarters). Most of the time he doesn't look like he is that enthusiastic about the game--he looks like he might not be paying attention--but, trust me, he LOVES it. Every so often he asks me, "Mom, should I have Nike or Adidas sponsor me when I go pro?"
P.S. The picture is from last year...he was #15.
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