Seriously, so blessed...

I got in contact with an old friend of mine today - to catch up on some gossip & stuff...you know - the kind of friend you talk to once a year and still talk like you're best friends for hours on end?

We talked about a myriad of things, and I finally asked her if she had a blog. She then went on to say how NO WAY she doesn't have a blog, she doesn't do cutsie crafts or things with her kids, and she goes to the other blogs and gets puky reading them.

SO, I was like "Well, *I'M* not like that!!" Of course not! (Have you seen this blog?)

Back to my story....

I'm thinking to myself, I don't do anything fun with my kids...in fact, I threaten spanks almost daily - and when I'm not threatening spanking, I'm looking for reasons that they can't watch TV or play with their friends. Or give them ridiculous expectations "Yes, you can go play with Angie as soon as you write a 50 page dissertation on why it's healthy for your soul to take no for an answer."

So I came to the computer to send her an e-mail with my blog address, but first, I wanted to come to my blog to see what she was going to see - as an "outsider."

Certainly I don't brag about my children's accomplishments, or how cute they are or how they have the best haircut you'd ever see on a 9 year old - Or even all the fun places we've been. Ooops, maybe a widdo bit?

So, Tonya, if you happen to be lurking about on my blog...please know, that as perfect as I make myself and my children out to be, you should know a few things I didn't blog about this week.

Like - Howie & Kali were testing the limits of the garage door by putting a wooden oar under it, they broke the spring, and some metal ravelly thingy and the wheels to the guide or runner thingy all came out and half of the garage door fell on the car.

That's not so bad as when I was trying to fix it, I had the hammer on the top of the ladder and it got knocked off and fell off the top of the ladder to the top of Brynn's head busting it open causing blood to spew forth. I took pictures, but really, how lame is it to blog about being imperfect?

You won't find me doing that! So while you may look at my blog and see how, as a family, we played the game of TWISTER, spent wonderful amounts of time together and how envious you might be to see children smiling and getting along...

I won't show you the picture right after this one of when Howie got "Left hand green" and he flung his hand back into Kali's face, which initiated the start of one of the best WWF real life wrestling fights EVER not caught on tape.

You may see a picture of loving siblings in the bath, but won't you won't see is when I ran to get the camera, one of the siblings held the other's face under the water trying to teach her how to swim (no, I'm not going to OUT my child for trying to drown the other, you'll just have to be satisfied knowing it happened, I remain firm in keeping the who's of the event a secret.)

You may see a picture of everyone at Madagascar 2 all smiling and happy,

(There, Jolisa, I DID IT...what? like you don't keep your digital camera in your car at all times?) but you won't hear about the story in the car how Howie got his basketball and football taken away indefinitely, well, until yesterday when he decided he could be human again...

I could put more pictures in here about how great I am in the kitchen - this is the first of a step-by-step photo-journal of how to make creamed honey. Perhaps one day - if it's slow, I'll tell you how to do it, and show you ALL the pictures...

While you will never see a picture of the garage door on top of my car (words can't describe the emotions flowing through me which caused me to forget to take a picture of THAT one.) You'll see the bloody gash left as a result of my incompetence of leaving a hammer on the top of the ladder while moving it and watching it fall in slow motion on top of my little girls head as she played ring around the ladder...

never fear, I blamed that on the children as they were being spanked on the hiney with the oar that was placed under the garage door that started the whole mess!

Nor will you see a picture of the pain killer we use (also part of a photo-journal of 101 uses for Halloween candy)

Wow. That got long. Anyone still here? Bueler? Bueler? Anyone? Hello - lo - lo - lo.

Well, anyway - I'm not as perfect as I let people think I am, and so from now on, I will speak more of the errors of being a member of THIS family.

So as to make you, who are leery of blogging yourself, or wondering how perfect a family with 6 kids can be, I'll put rest to that pool of unspeakable worry, by showing you this: