Tuesday, December 18, 2007

This One Goes Out to All My Little Teacher Friends

My first lesson in clouds...given to me by my EIGHT-YEAR-OLD!!
Don't laugh y'all...don't you dare. Well, okay - you can laugh, else what's this blog for anyway, right?

So, my friend Sonia...who was a 4th grade teacher way back when...well, she has this daughter Lauryn who is darn close to genious....mind you she IS an only child....mine would all be that smart too, if I could have had that much time to spend with the lot of them. ANYhoo, back to the story...Sonia is forever giving this genious of an almost 5-year-old the lessons that would give any almost-36-year-old a run for her money. Well, most of the time Sonia tries to give me some lessons too...it's a long running joke for her to look over at me and ask me what kinda clouds are in the sky. Yadda yadda yadda. I just look at her and say..."whatever, when in tarnation will I EVER need to know that?" Well.....let me just TELL you...that cloud bug bit me RIGHT in the rumpous yesterday!!!

This is how that lesson went:

Fisher: Hey Mommy, the clouds today were Cumulus.
Mommy: duhhhh duhhh duhhh blah duhhhhhhhh dummy me
Fisher: Did you know that Stratus clouds are when it's sunny outside and they sort of are similar to looking like a horse's tail??
Mommy: duhhhh duhhhh duhh blah duhhhh dummy ole mommy me
Fisher: And what other clouds are there Mommy? There's that one that starts with a C, what's it called?
Mommy: Nimbus, Rhombus?
Fisher: Mom, I SAID "C" and we ARE talking about clouds here...
Mommy: duhhhhhh duhhhh duhh blah duhhhhh dummy ole mommy me.."Go ask your dad".
Fisher: Daddy, do you know that name of the cloud that starts with a C?
Daddy Daddy Big Fat Baddy: That would be Cirrus, son.
Fisher: YEAH!!! That's it! SEE Mommy..toldja!! And you know what those remind us of? Cirrus clouds remind us of blankets in the sky.
Mommy: (Nothing said out loud, only in my head)

Huh. Three words...SO I'M DUMB Y'ALL....well that was four...see what I mean?

Friday, December 14, 2007

We Miss You Pop-Pop!!!

A Funny Fisher Story
Told by Charlie Meyer...aka Pop-Pop... (told one year ago, today on Thursday, December 14, 2006)

Last Thursday night, Fisher was sitting beside me in my chair and we were watching survivor. At a commercial break, He asked, real seriously "Pop-Pop—Do you have cancer?" I replied, "Fisher, I don't think so—but why do you ask?" Still serious, he said " Well all your hair is gone." I laughed and said—"It's just a lot of years of hard work"—and that I would explain it to him later.

Monday, December 10, 2007

I'm Sick As a Dog Y'all

Where did that saying come from? Are dogs all sick? Anyway...if it means something really bad, that's me. I've been sick for over a week!! I NEVER get sick. I gotta be a mommy...I don't have time for this weak stuff. I guess if it doesn't get better I outta go to the doctor tomorrow?

My old boss used to call me Typhoid (sp?) Annie. He said she walked around carrying the disease and killed tons of folks. Well, that's usually me alright. I walk around with everyone around me as sick as dogs...but I never get it. Hm.

But now, she got it, she sure do. Wish me luck. I'm going to bed so I can "sleep like a baby". Huh, that one never made sense to me either!!

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Rain Drops On Roses...

...and white fluffy kittens... HOW does that song go, Y'all? Anyway, I can't ever remember it, I just know I love it.

What I MIGHT not love is decorating the dadgum Christmas tree with three little boys. I have tried and tried and tried for a few years now. And bless my butt if it doesn't always end up in a wad of frustration. Please God, tell me I'm not the only high-maintenance, high-strung, high-anxiety mom out there? Please.

Anway, as if it wasn't enough that we did our tree, I promised Mom that I would help her with her tree. I'm not sure her new anti-depressant medication was enough to handle all that is my boys around Christmas tree decorating! I shall look back on this in a few years and laugh...heck it's just been a few hours and I'm already giggling.

Merry Christmas Folks and have a happy week. Only one more paycheck and 15 more days until Santa does his diddy-do. Good luck...the countdown begins!

Friday, December 7, 2007


It's a little place I live...it's called SmartAssVille. I can't complain really, since I am the queen and all, and they only learn from the queen, right? I've been stuck in Scrapbookland for a time, but now have returned to SmartAssVille...

Here are some prime examples of living in SmartAssVille:

SmartAssVille the "Fisher Russell Way": Mac went to Evant last weekend to go hunting. It was pretty much rainy the whole time. On Saturday Fisher said, "Mom, did Dad go hunting?" I said, "Yup." He walked over to the window and looked out and said..."Did he NOT listen to the weather at all?"

SmartAssVille the "Eli Russell Way" : While Eli and I were sitting in the living room the other day, Rusty our 2-year-old toy Australian Shepherd nipped at one of the puppies and the puppy yelped. I immediately grabbed the puppy up and said "RUSTY, WHAT DID YOU DO TO THIS BABY?" Eli looks over at me, rolls his eyes and says..."What, you think he can answer you? He IS a dog, Mom. He CAN'T talk".

SmartAssVille the "Sullivan Russell Way": Sullivan has been coloring so many pictures for me lately....just the other day he brought this one in to me:

He said to me...."Mommy, it's a picture of YOU!!" I said, "Oh, Sullivan it's so Beautiful." He stopped for a moment, got a sheepish grin on his face and said...."It's a picture of you if you were naked and you had your crazy hair!!" Then proceeded to laugh non-stop at my expense for many LONG minutes.

There is no hope for me in SmartAssVille. I just gotta kick up my heels and join in with the rest of the Russell Smart Asses. It's quite a fun time here in SmartAssVille, just let me know if you ever want to come visit...I'm sure we have a few surprises in store for you too!