Sights Family Weblog

Facebook Addiction

I now know what the big deal is. I finally got a facebook account. And it is totally addicting. It was kind of like my Freshman year of college when I discovered "forwards" on the internet. I at one point was even printing them out. Why? I don't know. But you have to remember, this was when I first really used the internet...other than AOL chat rooms.  Traci, if you're reading this, do you remember that?  We used to hang out in her basement. I think we pretended we were psychics or some crap. Those were the days. Isn't it weird to think that now we take the internet for granted.  Makes me feel old. Anyway, I digress.  What I am trying to say, is that I see why Facebook is so addicting. You can catch up on all of the other people's lives without much effort. We as Americans have become lazy.  No longer do we have to pick up the phone to find out. But I'm kind of enjoying the laziness.

I log on all the time.  Like if I haven't been on in an hour, I check. It's a good thing I don't have it on my phone. I would never get any work done. Or I would be checking it while driving. That would be bad. I wonder how many Facebook Car Accidents there have been.  I bet a lot.  And what do you say?  Oh, I'm sorry...I was checking to see if my friends had done anything cool today and was so surprised that Sarah became a fan of the Snuggie that I laughed. And when I laughed, I slapped my right knee...which hit the gas...and the rest is history.

Speaking of logging in...I love when that little red bubble pops up. It makes me happy. I have found lots of old friends. And it was easy! Now I log on all the time, just to see what they're up to.  So it's kind of like stalking. Whoah. I went from catching up to stalking. And I think I'm beginning to measure my worth by the number of facebook friends I have. I'm like a facebook whore. Yep. Pimping myself out for friends. So, if you have a facebook account and we aren't friends yet, we so need to be....

Well, enough on facebook.  It's been like an hour.  I need to log in...

Mrs. Ledman

This is funny.  I'm preparing you in case you didn't realize it was funny when you read it. My sister had conferences last night and today.  One of the parents came to her and said that her kids play a game at home. The daughter is in Kiki's class and the older brother must just go to school there.  Anyway, the game is: 

Mrs. Ledman and Dashawn. 

The older brother is Mrs. Ledman who yells at the little girl (playing Dashawn) as she misbehaves and tells her what to do. I think that is hilarious.  She doesn't. Go figure.

Asthma Attack

For the last few days I was thinking. Man. I would really like a three day weekend. Then I thought.  Gosh. I could take a sick day. Well, I feel way too guilty actually not going to work, so after much talk last night, I got up with my alarm and was getting ready for work when Trevor got up.  He was coughing.  I had him check his peak flow meter and sure enough, he was having trouble breathing. Kevin was already at work (he has been going in early lately) so I called off. That's what I get for even thinking I would like a day off. Now it's turning into an expensive day...much medicine to be purchased. 

So, I had him take a neb treatment.  And you know me...scrapbooker that I am...I took a picture. He was sitting in my chair with my Suggie on (I thought I would share--I mean the kid is having trouble breathing and all).  He was kind of irritable, but once I break out the camera, he can't help but smile!

Autopsy

Wow. I bet that got your attention. So. Here is what happened.  I was putting my shoes on yesterday as we were getting ready to walk out the door.  I'm in a skirt (there's a reason I'm telling you this).  All of a sudden (picture this in slow motion).  My left hip gives out...I make a Gumby like move (no idea how I became so flexible)...my left leg bows out like I'm riding a horse...my right leg looks like I'm Indian Style and hooks onto my pantyhose...I fall backwards...as I look to my left I see the corner of the woodwork coming at my eye...I miss it...and I hit the ground...Hard.  So, as I'm thinking to myself, "Crap. (Well, it was a much more descriptive word, but this is typepad--and Trevor was right there).  This hurts. Bad."  Trevor comes running over to me and is yelling (obviously he thinks my hearing wasn't working), "Mom, do you need an ambulance?"  I reassured him I was okay and tried to get up. At this point, my feet are tangled in my skirt (remind anyone of me leaving Karate class at IWU???)  Trevor proceeds to walk me out to the car like I'm a 90 year old crossing the street.  So, we get in the car, and I'm sore (still am--I'm such a freakin' klutz).  Here is the conversation Trevor had with me...

Trevor:  "Mom?"

Me:  "What?"

Trevor:  "I think you need a Cat Scan and an Autopsy"

Me: "A what???  Do you know what an autopsy is?"

Obviously he was a bit confused. I then had to explain that it was performed only on dead people. Too much CSI. And House.  I really should pay more attention to what he is watching (and House probably isn't that appropriate, but he really does like it.) And I justify that it is educational. How many 9 year olds know what a Cat Scan and Autopsy are??? I love my little nerd.  He is so my kid. 

Warm Fleecey Goodness

I know everyone is making fun of them, but my Dad got me one. And I love it. I don't care what you say. It makes me happy.  And it works awesomely.  So warm. Especially in our oh so drafty house.

It's a SNUGGIE!!!!  No, I don't have a robe that would do just as good of a job--by putting it on backwards of course.  This is some warm fleecey goodness. Love it!

Look at the different ways you can use it. It's amazing.

 

They did forget scrapbooking...

Movies

I love movies. All kinds. But you know what kind I really like?  The kinds that have some sort of animal/creature on the loose. I know.  You're thinking...ME TOO!!!  Right?  Well tonight, there is a movie on that I want to DVR (because I'm old and will probably be in bed before that).  It's called Planet Raptor. I think I will love it. I hope it's like Lake Placid or Anachonda.  Loved those.  No, really.  I did.  It's my Dad's faultl.  He likes stuff like that too.  It's on Sci Fi. You might want to watch it. I'm going to!

Guitar

For Christmas I got Kevin an electric guitar.  He used to play as a kid with his Dad and Grandpa and he told me the stories so many times that I decided since I wouldn't be able to get him his Grandpa Sights' guitar, I would get him one of his own. 

Here's how it went down. I was like the most top secret agent ever.  My sister and Mom were in on it.  I told him that Kerri wanted to buy Bo another electric guitar.  So, she had Kevin look on ebay for a guitar for him.  They found an Epiphone that looks like a Gibson Les Paul (Greek to me!). And so we bought it for (see the air quotes) "Kerri to give to Bo". So he paid for his own guitar, not realizing it. Then once it got here, I had him tune it for Bo and make sure it was ok.  At that point, he started getting suspicious. I didn't know what to do. So it was Christmas Eve Eve and he asked if I was ever going to wrap Bo's guitar...I think he thought it was his at that point.  Here's where my excellent acting skills came into play...

I asked him to wrap it for Bo. He said he didn't really want to. But that's when he thought it wasn't his.  Haha. I actually gave him a card that told him what his present was. I rock.  Now he does.  Get it? Rock. As in Rock N Roll. Because he has a guitar. Well if you don't get it, it isn't worth explaining...

Here is a picture of it. 

He practices a lot.  I'm glad most of it takes placce while I'm at work. Not that he's bad or anything, but with the amp, it's kind of loud. And he wants me to guess what song he's playing. Which usually I have no idea, but I don't want to say that because then he'll think he's bad, so I pull the...Can you play some more? I think I know it. What he doesn't realize is that when you know what the song is, you hear the words in your head...but people who are only hearing chords don't hear those words.  Hmmm...

So all in all, he bought his own Christmas present, unpacked it, got it ready and almost wrapped it himself. How awesome was that for me???

Dressing the Dog

So, for our final Christmas this year, we celebrated at Mom and Dad's with Kiki and Bo.  If you don't remember, they had the flu earlier this year. Well, they bought Tilly some clothes.  The sweatshirt was freakin' hilarious. She loved it.  It doesn't look like it in the picture, but she curled right up on the couch...and actually got really ticked when my Mom took it off of her!

 

And the hole in the back is not for a ponytail Kevin...it's for a leash!

Playing Piano

I had a bunch of fun playing with the church band, "Worship Team" whatever you want to call it.  And No, Kiki, it isn't a cult. I was the back up player.  It really was a lot of fun. It was no Prozac Kittens, but hey...what can I say. I actually kept up.  And I don't think I sounded too bad!

Leeandra's Christmas Program

Once again, the scrapbooker of the family forgot her camera.  Thankfully since Ray and Deb got their new one for Christmas they take it everywhere!  So, Ray went down front and got pictures of Leeandra.  She looked so pretty.  Her Mom actually didi her hair and the dress was really pretty too!

 

 

She actually got to play the bells!  She did a very good job.  The little girl next to her messed up and you should have seen how Leeandra looked at her.  If looks could kill!  And it isn't like our children are perfect.  I will say though that the teacher has taught them how to open their mouth to be able sing louder.  She sure was trying!