Have you ever watched 18 Kids and Counting on TLC? It's that show about the Duggar family. In case you've been living in a cave for the last few years, the Duggars live in Arkansas, and they're expecting their nineteenth child sometime in 2010. Darling Daughter and I have been following the Duggars off and on since about five children ago.
I've always been fascinated by very large families, I think because I have grandparents on both sides who grew up with dozens of siblings. Well, maybe not dozens, but there were plenty of them. My great-granny was the oldest of twelve. Only ten survived infancy or early childhood, but still...can you imagine having so many? When I was a little girl I loved to listen to her stories about having so many smaller brothers and sisters. It was obvious that Granny loved her family and she never expressed any resentment at having had to wash tons of little clothes (by hand, in a washtub) or help with the chores on their farm. And as the oldest girl, she had a lot to do...washing out clothes and cloth diapers, helping in the garden and kitchen, keeping up with small people. Granny stayed close with her siblings as long as they lived. I always thought it must be a nice feeling to have so many brothers and sisters out there in the world who were such a part of your life.
Because, you know, growing up I only had the ONE sister and once she was old enough to realize she didn't have to obey my every command, well she just wasn't much fun anymore! (Hi sister!) Seems like my parents could have had a few more little ones to follow me around in awe and respect! I was robbed, I tell you.
But anyway...back to the Duggars. We like this show. There's no mystery to be solved, no drama and suspense, no car chases, no cage fighting and no messy divorces, but there's love. There's a spirit of togetherness and cooperation. The Duggars seem to be a sweet Christian family who genuinely like each other. They treat each other with kindness and respect. The Duggars are happy with life.
Apparently that really disturbs a lot of people.
If you browse through the message boards on TLC's website, you'll find vicious attacks on every topic concerning the Duggars. Some folks think they have too many children and are using up all the natural resources that the rest of the world could be consuming. Some find fault in the fact that they homeschool and therefore they're raising a bunch of unsocialized, ignorant young people who won't be fit for the big, bad world. People gripe and argue about the way Michelle (the mom) feeds the baby, whether they can afford to send each and every child to college (where is it written that parents MUST provide the funds for this?) who cleaned up the vomit when one of the little ones puked, whether the twelve year old cried when she mentioned her dead cat, the length of the girl's skirts, the careers the older children do or do not want to pursue, the fact that most of them still live at home (they're mostly still teenagers, big deal) and have even spewed venom because the oldest son and his wife chose to deliver their first baby at home. If one of those kids sneezes, the family is berated in the forums for not having enough tissue within reach.
All I can say is, "Thank heaven TLC has never knocked on my door and asked to do a show about my family!"
Because we'd be in BIG trouble! We also have the audacity to believe in God. We have the nerve to insist that our kids treat each other with love. We attend Church. We homeschool. We aren't paying for our Oldest's college education, so if he loses his scholarships, he's going to be in bad shape. Speaking of the Oldest, he still lives at HOME. Gasp! We make our kids do laundry! We make them scrub toilets. We make the older ones babysit the younger ones. We make them help with dinner. We haven't provided Darling Daughter with an automobile. And....are you sitting down?? The twins' pet fishies DIED last summer and NO ONE shed a TEAR! My kids have been known to leap off of things, ride their bikes without helmets when they think no one's looking, smack each other upside the head and fall asleep sitting up in their highchairs! They've wrecked cars, and broken windows, plates and even bones! They've had stitches, bruises, upset tummies and nightmares. There have been days when none of them has gotten their fair share of one-on-one time with mom or dad. Heck, there have been days when we haven't even SEEN the Oldest one. I'm pretty sure we're normal!
There are families of all shapes and sizes and kinds in this world, and they all have a right to raise their kids the way they see fit. I may not agree with your way of doing things, and you may not like mine. As long as what we're doing isn't causing someone else pain, so what? With all of the other trash on television, isn't it refreshing to be able to watch a family who cares for one another? Does it really matter if they have exactly the same religious, moral, educational, ecological, and philosophical beliefs as the next family?
What do you think of the Duggars?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Happy Feet, Happy Heart???
Do you take good care of your feet? Do you pamper them with pedicures? Do you paint your toes, soak your tootsies and humor your hooves?
Or are your phalanges frustrated? Are your toes troubled? Are your paws pathetic?
If you're lowest extremities are stressed, you'd better do something about it. Head to Wal-Mart and buy yourself a foot-soaker, quick! Grab some pretty pink nail polish and a good callus scraper while you're there. You're going to need some relaxing peppermint cream, and you might as well pick up some fluffy socks, too! Trust me, you want happy feet!
Because believe me, it matters. More than you know! Happy feet are the keys to a successful life. Lucky for you, you have stumbled across my blog today, and I'm here to enlighten you in the knowledge of toes.
After all, that's why I'm The Source.
It seems that our feet are representative of the very lives we lead. This is particularly disturbing to me since I tend to overlook my feet for the most part. I mean, I wash them, I put lotion on them, and in the summer time I paint the nails bright, cheery shades like lime green or electric blue. (I stopped using dark purple when my mom told me I looked like I had broken all my toes.) In the winter time, I'll admit, I tend to ignore my toes. I make sure that my toenails are nicely clipped and that they stay toasty warm, but otherwise my poor toes are neglected in colder months. Unless my hubby wants to rub them for me.
However, I hereby declare that all previous slovenly disregard for my toes shall be rectified now that I have seen the light! You may want to take note of the following. It could change your life.
According to the Toe Expert, KC Miller, toes tell the story of our lives. There's a whole entire science behind toe-reading! Were you aware of this? I wasn't, but it's true. By merely observing the state of your feet, a toe-reader can tell if you're shy or outgoing, depressed or content. Had a hard life? It's reflected in your feet. Your toes are probably crooked, scaly and sad. Are you unhappy? Lonely? Looking for a friend? You may want to avoid flip flops because your tired old feet are sure to be a turn-off.
On the other hand, if you have an outgoing personality and a careful outlook on life, invest in lots of sandals! Because yeah, Happy people = Happy toes.
But wait! There's more! (I know, astonishing, isn't it?) Is your second toe longer than your big toe? Then you're an excellent communicator. Do you worry about money all the time? If so, you'd better knock it off. That will cause a corn on your pinky toe. Is your middle toe pointy? You're bound to be a know-it-all. And be extra careful to protect your left foot! It "contains vital energy for the moral and spiritual growth and understanding." The right one isn't so important since it holds all your past junk.
All of this toe science leads me to worry about my Hubby and the Pip Squeak. You see, they're doomed. Yes, both of them. To be honest, I'm not sure if I should share this with them, since I don't want to make things worse. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Then again, I suppose they have a right to know that life may not be all they had hoped.
They...they...umm...they have strange big toes. Heartbreaking, I know. Pip's big toes are crooked. They don't point straight ahead. Since BOTH of his big toes are affected, this indicates that not only has he already settled for less but he will continue to do so in the future. Less what? I don't really know. But if he's settled for it already at his young age, life can only be distressing for the poor child. Maybe we should save up and have his toes fixed before he reaches adulthood so that he can lead a more satisfying life?
Now, my Hubby? Oh, my Hubby. The love of my life. The father of my children. My companion in this crazy world. I don't know how to inform him that he's headed for a future of misery and squalor. There's nothing I can do to help him. It can't be fixed. His feet are freckled and slightly hairy. His toes are boxy and stumpy. But all of that's nothing compared to this:
He's MISSING the toenail on his left big toe!
It's OK. I'll be fine. I'm certain that I'll find a way to break it to him. After all, I'm a great communicator...just look at my toes!
Or are your phalanges frustrated? Are your toes troubled? Are your paws pathetic?
If you're lowest extremities are stressed, you'd better do something about it. Head to Wal-Mart and buy yourself a foot-soaker, quick! Grab some pretty pink nail polish and a good callus scraper while you're there. You're going to need some relaxing peppermint cream, and you might as well pick up some fluffy socks, too! Trust me, you want happy feet!
Because believe me, it matters. More than you know! Happy feet are the keys to a successful life. Lucky for you, you have stumbled across my blog today, and I'm here to enlighten you in the knowledge of toes.
After all, that's why I'm The Source.
It seems that our feet are representative of the very lives we lead. This is particularly disturbing to me since I tend to overlook my feet for the most part. I mean, I wash them, I put lotion on them, and in the summer time I paint the nails bright, cheery shades like lime green or electric blue. (I stopped using dark purple when my mom told me I looked like I had broken all my toes.) In the winter time, I'll admit, I tend to ignore my toes. I make sure that my toenails are nicely clipped and that they stay toasty warm, but otherwise my poor toes are neglected in colder months. Unless my hubby wants to rub them for me.
However, I hereby declare that all previous slovenly disregard for my toes shall be rectified now that I have seen the light! You may want to take note of the following. It could change your life.
According to the Toe Expert, KC Miller, toes tell the story of our lives. There's a whole entire science behind toe-reading! Were you aware of this? I wasn't, but it's true. By merely observing the state of your feet, a toe-reader can tell if you're shy or outgoing, depressed or content. Had a hard life? It's reflected in your feet. Your toes are probably crooked, scaly and sad. Are you unhappy? Lonely? Looking for a friend? You may want to avoid flip flops because your tired old feet are sure to be a turn-off.
On the other hand, if you have an outgoing personality and a careful outlook on life, invest in lots of sandals! Because yeah, Happy people = Happy toes.
But wait! There's more! (I know, astonishing, isn't it?) Is your second toe longer than your big toe? Then you're an excellent communicator. Do you worry about money all the time? If so, you'd better knock it off. That will cause a corn on your pinky toe. Is your middle toe pointy? You're bound to be a know-it-all. And be extra careful to protect your left foot! It "contains vital energy for the moral and spiritual growth and understanding." The right one isn't so important since it holds all your past junk.
All of this toe science leads me to worry about my Hubby and the Pip Squeak. You see, they're doomed. Yes, both of them. To be honest, I'm not sure if I should share this with them, since I don't want to make things worse. Ignorance is bliss, after all. Then again, I suppose they have a right to know that life may not be all they had hoped.
They...they...umm...they have strange big toes. Heartbreaking, I know. Pip's big toes are crooked. They don't point straight ahead. Since BOTH of his big toes are affected, this indicates that not only has he already settled for less but he will continue to do so in the future. Less what? I don't really know. But if he's settled for it already at his young age, life can only be distressing for the poor child. Maybe we should save up and have his toes fixed before he reaches adulthood so that he can lead a more satisfying life?
Now, my Hubby? Oh, my Hubby. The love of my life. The father of my children. My companion in this crazy world. I don't know how to inform him that he's headed for a future of misery and squalor. There's nothing I can do to help him. It can't be fixed. His feet are freckled and slightly hairy. His toes are boxy and stumpy. But all of that's nothing compared to this:
He's MISSING the toenail on his left big toe!
It's OK. I'll be fine. I'm certain that I'll find a way to break it to him. After all, I'm a great communicator...just look at my toes!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Perils of Pressing
The Pip Squeak is an especially fastidious child, always insisting on matching clothes, a neat bedroom and perfectly combed hair. He will drive you absolutely nuts over whether or not the bottoms of his socks match exactly. Heaven forbid he's asked to wear one sock with Hanes embroidered in blue on the bottom and the other sock with Hanes embroidered in green!! Our planet would probably stop revolving around the sun.
Lately he has been badgering me to let him learn to iron his own clothes. (**Note to sister** an iron is a small household appliance with a metal-plated bottom used when heated to smooth the wrinkles out of one's clothing. As opposed to, you know, tossing something into the dryer with a load of damp towels and punching the start button.) Now, while I'm certainly willing to hand that chore over to him one of these days, I have to say I'm a little reluctant to let him try it just yet. He can scrub all the toilets he wants to and I'll let him wash a load of socks any day of the week, but ironing? Ironing is fraught with danger! It's a duty that almost always ends in disaster (at least around here) and it scares me to think of the aftermath of the Pip Squeak wielding an iron.
Take this morning for example: I was innocently attempting to smooth the wrinkles out of Darling Daughter's favorite red t-shirt, and ended up setting off the BURGLAR ALARM (not the fire alarm) burning my hand, knocking over the ironing board and taking a chunk out of the kitchen floor. See what I mean? Ironing is synonymous with DANGER! (**Note to sister** shockingly, some teenagers prefer to go to school wrinkle-free and will actually pick through the knee-high pile of dirty clothes in their closet to find their favorite shirt and ask their mom to iron it for them before putting it on and wearing it again...it's a sign of excellent breeding, what can I say?) Some of you moms out there might say that I should have let Darling Daughter iron her own shirt this morning, thereby avoiding the accident altogether. Well, no. That wouldn't have been a good idea. See, she's perfectly capable of ironing during daylight hours with nothing else on her mind, but at 6 AM while rushing to find her AP History book, brush her teeth, pack her lunch and hot glue the leg back onto her purple-play-doh-turtle-calculus-project...the consequences would clearly have been much worse!
So, you see, one reason I don't want Pip ironing his own clothes is simply because it's so dangerous. Another reason? Well, I like his skin unmarred. And because he's too short. Plus, he has horrible balance. It's bound to be difficult to iron when your shoulders are level with the top of the ironing board. Not to mention what might happen if he were to stumble and fall into the ironing board while holding the iron. And no, I don't want to buy him a counter-top board and let him iron sitting at the kitchen table. I can just picture him dropping the iron on his lap. Or setting it down and burning a hole through my table. Although, then the table would probably coordinate better with the kitchen floor now that it's missing a chunk.
What are my options, then? I suppose I could outfit the Pip Squeak in his brother's fireman attire...dress him up in fireproof bunker gear...and then let him have at it.
Or just invite my sister over to teach him the old "toss it in the dryer for 3 minutes and deal with it" method.
Or maybe the wrinkly grunge look will come back in fashion! Or is it already in style and I just don't know?
Lately he has been badgering me to let him learn to iron his own clothes. (**Note to sister** an iron is a small household appliance with a metal-plated bottom used when heated to smooth the wrinkles out of one's clothing. As opposed to, you know, tossing something into the dryer with a load of damp towels and punching the start button.) Now, while I'm certainly willing to hand that chore over to him one of these days, I have to say I'm a little reluctant to let him try it just yet. He can scrub all the toilets he wants to and I'll let him wash a load of socks any day of the week, but ironing? Ironing is fraught with danger! It's a duty that almost always ends in disaster (at least around here) and it scares me to think of the aftermath of the Pip Squeak wielding an iron.
Take this morning for example: I was innocently attempting to smooth the wrinkles out of Darling Daughter's favorite red t-shirt, and ended up setting off the BURGLAR ALARM (not the fire alarm) burning my hand, knocking over the ironing board and taking a chunk out of the kitchen floor. See what I mean? Ironing is synonymous with DANGER! (**Note to sister** shockingly, some teenagers prefer to go to school wrinkle-free and will actually pick through the knee-high pile of dirty clothes in their closet to find their favorite shirt and ask their mom to iron it for them before putting it on and wearing it again...it's a sign of excellent breeding, what can I say?) Some of you moms out there might say that I should have let Darling Daughter iron her own shirt this morning, thereby avoiding the accident altogether. Well, no. That wouldn't have been a good idea. See, she's perfectly capable of ironing during daylight hours with nothing else on her mind, but at 6 AM while rushing to find her AP History book, brush her teeth, pack her lunch and hot glue the leg back onto her purple-play-doh-turtle-calculus-project...the consequences would clearly have been much worse!
So, you see, one reason I don't want Pip ironing his own clothes is simply because it's so dangerous. Another reason? Well, I like his skin unmarred. And because he's too short. Plus, he has horrible balance. It's bound to be difficult to iron when your shoulders are level with the top of the ironing board. Not to mention what might happen if he were to stumble and fall into the ironing board while holding the iron. And no, I don't want to buy him a counter-top board and let him iron sitting at the kitchen table. I can just picture him dropping the iron on his lap. Or setting it down and burning a hole through my table. Although, then the table would probably coordinate better with the kitchen floor now that it's missing a chunk.
What are my options, then? I suppose I could outfit the Pip Squeak in his brother's fireman attire...dress him up in fireproof bunker gear...and then let him have at it.
Or just invite my sister over to teach him the old "toss it in the dryer for 3 minutes and deal with it" method.
Or maybe the wrinkly grunge look will come back in fashion! Or is it already in style and I just don't know?
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Wednesday Prayer Meetin'
Good news below so keep on reading!
"You are my strong melody, yeah,
You are my dancing rhythm,
You are my perfect rhyme,
I will sing of You forever!
You are my Father in heaven,
You are the Spirit inside me,
You are my Jesus who loves me!"
I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it is when children get to see first-hand that God is actually listening to our prayers and He does answer them. Sometimes quickly. Sometimes not. Sometimes in the way we hoped for, and other times not as we had expected, but He's always faithful. He does care. He IS listening. He keeps His promises!
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. Romans 8:28
This week our family has so much to be thankful for, and since this is the month for thanks anyway, I thought I'd share! God has answered our prayers in so many ways. I also wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to all of my internet friends and bloggy buddies who prayed along with us for sweet little Seth who underwent major surgery last week. And for Jill, my cousin's wife who was critically ill and in intensive care due to complications from Swine Flu.
That's right, I said "was," as in Jill "was" in ICU and now she's not. Jill "was" not expected to improve because she had a major staph infection in her lungs as well as pnuemonia. Jill's doctors said there was nothing else they could do. Fortunately, God isn't limited by human factors. Jill "is" home this week! She "is" getting better every day. Her lungs "are" healing, and their precious little baby is fine! Thank you, Lord, for healing!
As for Seth...he's back home, too. He has already shown signs that this procedure was a huge success! As of Monday he had taken 10 steps! Did you grasp that?? Well, go back and read it again. A little boy who has never stood alone is ON HIS WAY TO WALKING! God has had his hand in this little boy's life EVERY step along the way. He provided Seth's family with kind-hearted people who raised the funds to make it possible for them to take Seth to the best doctors. He put the whole process in motion and removed every barrier in their way! He allowed for a quick recovery and a safe trip both ways! Thank you, God for hope for tomorrow! Thank you for physicians that can provide a way. Thank you for parents that never give up!
And now for our own little family praises: The Oldest's girlfriend, Little Bit, has been accepted into the nursing program at their university! (We didn't have a doubt in our minds that they would choose her, since she's a brilliant and hard-working young lady, but she was a nervous wreck! The program's pretty picky!) Congratulations, Little Bit! You're going to be a terrific NICU nurse one of these days!
Finally, Our Oldest son is now officially employed by the city!! He's a Public Safety Cadet! He got the job he's been hoping for for over a year now! It's another step in the right direction for our boy, and we are so thankful that God allowed this opportunity for him. He's ecstatic.
Well...as ecstatic as I've ever seen him, considering he's one of those people who doesn't get overly emotional about anything.
Through all of the joys of the past week, our twins especially have seen their Heavenly Father at work. They have joined hands with us and prayed over each of these things and watched how God has moved in each situation. It's strengthened their faith at every turn! What a blessing to be able to see God working in our lives!
What are you thankful for this week? How can we pray for you?
"You are my strong melody, yeah,
You are my dancing rhythm,
You are my perfect rhyme,
I will sing of You forever!
You are my Father in heaven,
You are the Spirit inside me,
You are my Jesus who loves me!"
I can't even begin to describe how wonderful it is when children get to see first-hand that God is actually listening to our prayers and He does answer them. Sometimes quickly. Sometimes not. Sometimes in the way we hoped for, and other times not as we had expected, but He's always faithful. He does care. He IS listening. He keeps His promises!
And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. Romans 8:28
This week our family has so much to be thankful for, and since this is the month for thanks anyway, I thought I'd share! God has answered our prayers in so many ways. I also wanted to say a huge THANK YOU to all of my internet friends and bloggy buddies who prayed along with us for sweet little Seth who underwent major surgery last week. And for Jill, my cousin's wife who was critically ill and in intensive care due to complications from Swine Flu.
That's right, I said "was," as in Jill "was" in ICU and now she's not. Jill "was" not expected to improve because she had a major staph infection in her lungs as well as pnuemonia. Jill's doctors said there was nothing else they could do. Fortunately, God isn't limited by human factors. Jill "is" home this week! She "is" getting better every day. Her lungs "are" healing, and their precious little baby is fine! Thank you, Lord, for healing!
As for Seth...he's back home, too. He has already shown signs that this procedure was a huge success! As of Monday he had taken 10 steps! Did you grasp that?? Well, go back and read it again. A little boy who has never stood alone is ON HIS WAY TO WALKING! God has had his hand in this little boy's life EVERY step along the way. He provided Seth's family with kind-hearted people who raised the funds to make it possible for them to take Seth to the best doctors. He put the whole process in motion and removed every barrier in their way! He allowed for a quick recovery and a safe trip both ways! Thank you, God for hope for tomorrow! Thank you for physicians that can provide a way. Thank you for parents that never give up!
And now for our own little family praises: The Oldest's girlfriend, Little Bit, has been accepted into the nursing program at their university! (We didn't have a doubt in our minds that they would choose her, since she's a brilliant and hard-working young lady, but she was a nervous wreck! The program's pretty picky!) Congratulations, Little Bit! You're going to be a terrific NICU nurse one of these days!
Finally, Our Oldest son is now officially employed by the city!! He's a Public Safety Cadet! He got the job he's been hoping for for over a year now! It's another step in the right direction for our boy, and we are so thankful that God allowed this opportunity for him. He's ecstatic.
Well...as ecstatic as I've ever seen him, considering he's one of those people who doesn't get overly emotional about anything.
Through all of the joys of the past week, our twins especially have seen their Heavenly Father at work. They have joined hands with us and prayed over each of these things and watched how God has moved in each situation. It's strengthened their faith at every turn! What a blessing to be able to see God working in our lives!
What are you thankful for this week? How can we pray for you?
Monday, November 2, 2009
Ugh
Is it wrong to sort of secretly wish that it was ok for your child to kick another child's rear end? Like, really, really give them an old fashioned butt-kicking? Because I totally know that Pip could take him. Not a doubt in my mind. Only, the kid goes to our church. So it's probably not a good idea to hope there's a confrontation. But let me tell you...
This boy is a bully. He's a disruption during Sunday School. He's a disruption during everything, actually. He's mean and rude. He's disrespectful. Not just to other kids or his parents, but to everyone. He writes ugly text messages. He has an obnoxious remark for everything. And last night...the preacher took the 6th graders out on a "field trip" to another church and then out to McDonalds. This kid sat in the car flipping birds behind the preacher's back!
What's up with that?
Obviously, this boy has issues. Apparently they include a low self-esteem AND an over-inflated ego. Clearly he has a problem interacting properly with adults as well as with other kids his age. He delights in ruining things for everyone else, and to be honest, I don't see that he has any real friends. He really only has a few cohorts that follow along out of fear of being the next victim. It's a rotten situation.
Instead of suggesting that they start a fight, we keep telling our two that they'll have to learn to deal with this sort of person since they're everywhere. Overlook what you can, don't take any crap off of him, and keep a check on your on behavior.
And hope his family decides to change churches.
Secretly, though? I'm wishing I could turn Darling Daughter loose on the brat! She wouldn't even have to give him a physical smack-down. She could put him in his place with a few well-placed verbal attacks.
This boy is a bully. He's a disruption during Sunday School. He's a disruption during everything, actually. He's mean and rude. He's disrespectful. Not just to other kids or his parents, but to everyone. He writes ugly text messages. He has an obnoxious remark for everything. And last night...the preacher took the 6th graders out on a "field trip" to another church and then out to McDonalds. This kid sat in the car flipping birds behind the preacher's back!
What's up with that?
Obviously, this boy has issues. Apparently they include a low self-esteem AND an over-inflated ego. Clearly he has a problem interacting properly with adults as well as with other kids his age. He delights in ruining things for everyone else, and to be honest, I don't see that he has any real friends. He really only has a few cohorts that follow along out of fear of being the next victim. It's a rotten situation.
Instead of suggesting that they start a fight, we keep telling our two that they'll have to learn to deal with this sort of person since they're everywhere. Overlook what you can, don't take any crap off of him, and keep a check on your on behavior.
And hope his family decides to change churches.
Secretly, though? I'm wishing I could turn Darling Daughter loose on the brat! She wouldn't even have to give him a physical smack-down. She could put him in his place with a few well-placed verbal attacks.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Oh, the horror!
My All-Time Favorite Scary Movies:
(in no particular order)
- Poltergeist ~ They're hee-eerre!" The freaky clown, the tree that eats the boy, the chairs that make pyramids out of themselves, the creepy midget woman, the maggoty piece of chicken and the guy ripping his face off, and a happy ending for all...what's not to love about this one?
The Blob ~ "It crawls...It creeps...It eats you alive!" Slimy alien goo that attaches itself to you and absorbs you! Never figured out why they didn't just run away from it...or walk quickly...it's not like it moved real fast or anything. I only hope that global warming never completely melts the North Pole! The best part? You can freeze it with a CO2 fire extinguisher. (Watch the 1958 version, not the remake.)
Psycho ~ The suspense! The knife! The shower! The DEAD MAMA! A classic horror film without gore. "Mother...isn't quite herself today."
An American Werewolf in London ~ This one gives my hubby the chills. All I have to do is mention the werewolf howling and shivers run up his spine. "I will not be threatened by a walking meatloaf!"
The Shining ~ I like this one because I can watch it knowing that it would NEVER happen to me! Why? Because I wouldn't have been stupid enough to have gone to that isolated hotel with a man who looked as sinister as Jack Nicholson in the first place!
The Sixth Sense ~ I didn't even guess the twist at the end! And now that I KNOW Bruce Willis is already dead it makes watching this movie even better.
The Silence of The Lambs ~ Is it weird that I like this one? Probably. It really motivates me to want to get skinny, though, so no one will want to capture me and make clothes out of my skin!
Scary Movies I Refuse to Watch:
- Saw (I-VIII) ~ I do NOT understand the fascination with gore and torture that makes people go see stuff like this. And why the heck are there so many of them?? Who pays to watch this trash? Evil, I tell you. Pure evil.
- The Texas Chainsaw Massacre ~ I refuse to watch this one on the grounds that all of my best friends watched it at a slumber party in 8th grade...a slumber party I was not invited to. And no one ever told me why! My fragile self-esteem was shattered. It haunts me to this day!
- Carrie ~ Eww. Carrie's mom freaks me out! And the scene after gym class where Carrie get her period...scarred me for life. All those mean teenagers tossing pads at the poor girl and she just didn't have a clue. I despise bullies!!
- Pet Semetary ~ Umm...moldy cats and back-from-the-dead toddlers?? No thank you!
- The Exorcist ~ Spinning heads and projectile vomit. Boring. I see that at home every day.
- A Nightmare on Elm Street ~ A movie in which Johnny Depp is sucked into a mattress and reduced to a puddle of blood is just not something I am willing to watch. Plus, the evil killer has no skin! That's just nasty.
Misery ~ I almost couldn't see Fried Green Tomatoes after seeing Kathy Bates break the writer's legs!
Child's Play ~ No way I'm having nightmares about a knife-wielding doll!
Friday, October 30, 2009
We interrupt the previously scheduled post...
...to bring you this very important message!
Darling Daughter entered a scholarship essay contest last month, and it seems that her entry was selected for the quarter-finals! Can I get a "woo hoo?"
She wrote about her experiences on her mission trip to New Orleans in 2008. Her writing is posted on the Family Travel Forum website and is available here for your reading pleasure! Yes, that's right, a simple click of the mouse will take you straight there.
Needless to say, she's extremely excited and has been bouncing off the walls for hours now! You would not even begin to comprehend the ear-splitting shrieks and screams she produced upon hearing that she was still in the running! She keeps saying, "I can't believe it!"
The final decision will be made some time next month. If you would take a moment to visit the link and read her writing (it isn't long, about 4 paragraphs), you can rate it (with stars...little gold ones!) and leave a comment. She'd be so thrilled! (Reading or rating her work doesn't interfere with the judging.)
Oh, and cross your fingers, toes and eyeballs and say a few prayers that she wins something! Because medical school is going to be costly and we'll need every dime she can earn, people!
Now...please come back tomorrow for a Halloween treat! Not candy corn.
Darling Daughter entered a scholarship essay contest last month, and it seems that her entry was selected for the quarter-finals! Can I get a "woo hoo?"
She wrote about her experiences on her mission trip to New Orleans in 2008. Her writing is posted on the Family Travel Forum website and is available here for your reading pleasure! Yes, that's right, a simple click of the mouse will take you straight there.
Needless to say, she's extremely excited and has been bouncing off the walls for hours now! You would not even begin to comprehend the ear-splitting shrieks and screams she produced upon hearing that she was still in the running! She keeps saying, "I can't believe it!"
The final decision will be made some time next month. If you would take a moment to visit the link and read her writing (it isn't long, about 4 paragraphs), you can rate it (with stars...little gold ones!) and leave a comment. She'd be so thrilled! (Reading or rating her work doesn't interfere with the judging.)
Oh, and cross your fingers, toes and eyeballs and say a few prayers that she wins something! Because medical school is going to be costly and we'll need every dime she can earn, people!
Now...please come back tomorrow for a Halloween treat! Not candy corn.
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