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Tonight at dinner Hallie pointed to the juice and said, "Is that apple juice?" Devin responded, "No, that's cherry limeade."  Hallie thought about that for a moment, and then she said, "Ok.  Well, I'm going to call it apple juice.  May I have some apple juice please, daddy?" This story is just to let you know that at our house, things aren't always what they are called.  You've been warned. And now, for some Olympics Trivia.  Person who gets the most right answers without cheating* wins, and the prize is... something really special.  I keep thinking a king size candy bar, but in this heat you'd open the package and think, "Why did Amy send me the contents of a dirty diaper wrapped in a snickers package?... oh wait, is this my candy bar from winning that trivia game? Ew." So, let's not do that.  I'll think of something.  How do Skittles hold up in the heat? True or False: The last Olympic Gold medals awarde

So I had this idea for a blog post, mostly I just wanted to share a video of the girls because I thought it was funny. Then I tried to use imovie to do something else, and I saw it had a template for something called a "documentary".  So I clicked on it, thinking I could use the format to help make my little movie about my girls be even better than it was in its raw, natural form. But the template turned out to be for making a film trailer.  So, here, enjoy the trailer for my upcoming film, "Opinions." The film "Opinions" will be coming to a blog near you in August, 2012. For advance tickets, please send money to Amy Rose, White Picket Fence House, Nebraska. Thank you. Honestly, though, the trailer just might be better than the actual "film".  Ah, well. Thanks imovie!

If you are a 33 year old shaped person, with a brown-haired, brown-eyed personality, of a Devin type physique, you probably decided last minute you wanted to take your family camping on your birthday. Your (recently) 29 year old shaped wife, of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed personality, of an Amy type physique probably spent the morning at swimming lessons, the afternoon babysitting a cute 14 month old girl, then cajoling and bribing Heather to take a nap, and then scurrying around trying to get packed for the big trip.  So what if she forgot the flashlights and her own deodorant?  Your wife is not above smelling like Old Spice for a day.  It's good to share, isn't it? Now then, what does a birthday camping trip look like? Well, this is what a tent looks like: This is what a husband making a fire looks like: This is what two little girls roasting marshmallows look like: This is what camping breakfast looks like: This is what a camping hike loo

If you're searching for the perfect birthday, let me share with you some tips and secrets that are sure to guarantee you success.  I must warn you though, that this birthday is probably better suited to an adult individual rather than a child. 1. Wake up.  The door man is coming at 7:30 am.  I suppose this step requires some groundwork.  The night before your birthday, talk your husband into ordering a new sliding glass door. 2.  Say goodbye to door man.  Watch husband take birthday cake out of the oven. 3. Friends begin arriving in their painting clothes.  At 9 in the morning in the 90 degree heat show them where they can begin working. 4. Just before lunch time run to Little Caesar's for pizza for the hungry painters.  Grab a watermelon and cantaloupe for a little bit of freshness on the side. 5. Say goodbye to friends. Watch husband insert pudding layer into middle of cake.  Frost, with substantial help from a two year old and a four year old. 6. Tidy up the house.

I recently found out that someone I am close to is pregnant.  Yay, yay, hip hip hooray! I am not going to say who, because that is their news, and not mine.   In the course of the discussion of her hopes and dreams and plans for this pregnancy she mentioned that she really wishes I could be there.  Now, it is highly unrealistic to think that I could be there for the actual birth, much as I would like to.  I think there are various reasons why she wishes I could be there, most of which I will not say because, again, it is her news to share how, when, and with whom she may, not mine, and telling you why she wants me there may give too many clues about who she is.  But one reason I can share that I think she might want me there is because I am pretty enthusiastic about the whole giving birth thing. I mean, I recognize it's awful painfulness as much as the next girl, but the whole thing is really pretty incredible when you get right down to the nitty-gritty-dirty-does-it of it all, am

I imagine that I am not alone when I say that I occasionally feel overwhelmed by my life.  Don't get me wrong, I know I have it good.  I know and am grateful for the life that I have.  That doesn't mean that sometimes I feel like I am in over my head - house, yard, children, husband, church, family, friends. My life is lived in ten minute bursts - what I can get done in between fights, demands for a snack, a snuggle, a book to read.  That is between the phone ringing, the drier buzzing, the mail truck rumbling down the road. Yesterday I finally put stamps on the bills that have been sitting on my desk for almost a week.  I felt so proud of that accomplishment - and then just as I was putting my shoes on I heard the mailtruck going by.  I tried to go outside, but Hanna wanted me to help her with something.  Frustrated, I pushed her out of my way, opened the door, ran down the steps, and he was four houses down already.  I began to run after him. And then I stopped in my n

I found these in an old email.  Classic.

I feel like there has been an awkward silence in the interaction between me and my blog, and by proxy with you, those who read my blog seeing as how I only wrote three posts in June, as compared with the averaged 10 posts for the past five months.  (yeah, I totally did the math there.) I kind of feel like the weirdo new kid again, with my hands in my pockets, sort of rocking back and forth, whistling quietly, wondering what to say to the cool kid standing next to me eating pretzels.  "So, what else is new, he he?" I might have asked.  And it was always my lucky day when the cool kid responded.  In hopes that you will respond to my "so, what else is new?" He he, I'm gonna jump the gun and tell you what is new with me, as if you cared.   Awkward . Turns out I don't have a hernia. Have to get that out there quickly.  People keep asking, and I just feel bad that I haven't spread the word yet.  I had a post-op appointment with the surgeon last week and w