We made the hop, skip, & jump on down to San Antonio to meet up with Mom (Grandma), Mark, Maile, Marissa, Michaela, Matt, & Ethan for some good ol’ family FUN time! I made sure to remember our camera and even better I actually captured some great memories.
Other than Ethan grilling up some killer steaks, making a trip to Walmart, and a bargain hunting trip to Big Lots with Mark it was just good ol family time spent indoors. We did try to make a trip to the park but the girls only lasted about 20 minutes. After 5 minutes they were asking to leave saying, “It’s hot & we’ve been here for FOREVER!”
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Christmas of 1999, I was a senior in high school, and I spent a lot of time with a family, originally from Utah. We would play basketball together, watch basketball together, and we would constantly talk trash back and forth about basketball. Me being a Jordan disciple, and he being a die hard Utah Jazz fan we were able to have some very interesting discussions. So seeing as how Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls dominated the 90’s, he received the brunt of my creative trash talking abilities. So when Christmas came around, the year after Jordan beat the Jazz to win their 6th championship. He invited me to his house for a little get together, I decided to write up a nice little Christmas poem as a special token of our friendship, as his family was about to move back to Utah. I recently discovered this masterpiece in a dusty box of memories in my closet.
I looked outside on a cold winter day
and everyone was happy I could say
It was December six,
all the good boys were out collecting sticks,
for a nice fire.
But in the mountains there lived an evil sire,
who went by the name of Karl Malone.
He had a face and a heart of stone.
Destroying Christmas was his only wish,
but Michael “Santa Clause” Jordan, well all his shots went swish.
Now Jordan and his little elves have kept Christmas for five years
so there were no children to shed any tears.
But Karl Malone
wanted to hear the children moan.
So once again they did meat for that sacred prize
to put happiness or sadness in the children’s eyes.
In game one Jordan hit fifty.
The kids thought that was quite nifty.
Game two he rang in sixty three
The children all screamed yippee!
Karl Malone did steal game three
The children wondered, “How could it be?”
He repeated his rage in game number four,
but in game five Jordan did soar
he even dunked it on Karl Malones head
which put all the children safely to bed.
Now if Jordan put it away in game six
Christmas would again be safely fixed.
However in game six Malone put up quite a battle
one after one his shots went in with a rattle.
With only minutes to spare there was little hope
The children began to mope,
but wait! Jordan comes from behind to get the steal,
Malone thought, “This can’t be real.”
Seconds there were but a few.
Jordan hesitated before he took off to fly,
as he dunks it in Karl Malones eye.
Yes Jordan did soar,
and the crowd did indeed roar
Christmas once again came
and Malone still had no game
and all the Bulls fans got presents,
but coal went to all the silly Jazz peasants.
The lights have been hung with care
All the festive hats are snug on our heads
With a friendly little snowman to bring in good cheer!
It’s a winter wonderland at PracticeCafé.com (snow included).
Saturday we took our family portrait for the year. We are trying to make this a tradition in the Guymon household. Portrait Innovation has a good package for $9.99. We always end up spending more cause they take such good pictures it’s hard to chose only one pose. So anyways here’s the picture we chose for the 9.99 package. Although Hannah looks happy in the photo, it was not so much the case, she was not too into taking photos, well really she was all the way up until the point that they actually called our name and pulled out the camera. Some how we still managed to get several good pictures to chose from. The best part is you leave with your pictures. They print them off right after you pay.
We walked out of Picture Innovations at 11:00, and Spicy Pickle was calling out names, it’s hard to say no to Mesquite Turkey on Ciabatta bread with tomatoes, lettuce, avocados, and swiss cheese. So being that it is right next door, we walked right in the door and partook in the goodness. However we got home and the bread that was holding together the sweet goodness was not ciabatta, and it kind of ruined the experience, and didn’t kill the craving…
After the not so fulfilling sandwich Heather was dividing up the pictures and gathered the pictures going to my mom, and my family, and she came into the bedroom and said, “Why don’t we go see your mom today.”
Of course I was down, so we asked Hannah, and she was excited about the idea, so we threw a few things together jumped in our Kia Sedona, and made the 1.5 hour venture down to good ol’ San Antone to sneak attack my mom (I never told her we were coming).
Click on the photo above to check out our fun day at the park on the 4th of July!
On the way home from San Antonio Saturday night I begin to hear small subtle grunts filter through my ear from the backseat of our Kia mini van. We had already exited off 35 and were cruising swiftly up 183 on the home stretch. We were so close I could already feel our 500 thread count sheets softly caressing my skin as I sink down into my bed. I turn around to see what was the cause to all the ruckus and I see Hannah with her left hand tightly gripping her right wrist and violently twisting, turning, and pulling as she grunts and groans.
“I can’t get it.” she softly mutters in between grunts.
“I can’t take my hand off! I can’t do it.” she softly exclaims.
Then she moves her hand up towards her elbow and begins to twist and pull and grunt and groan.
“I can’t take off my elbow!” her voice has now taken on a bit of despair and frustration.
“I want to take off my elbow!”
Then she lets out a deep sigh and softly exclaims, “I can’t do it.”
On Friday I was stretched out on our beat up maroon pleather couch enjoying the madness that takes place in the month of March on CBS. Hannah was standing in front of me dressed in her PJ’s straight out of the shower her hair damp with the smell of the Herbal Essence shampoo still fresh in the air. Subconsciously I reach out and begin to softly fiddle faddle and play with her hair. When my little princess of a daughter turns and loudly exclaims, “STOP IT!”
I briefly stop waiting for her to turn back around with her back to me and I begin to run my fingers through her hair. This time in a giggling voice she says, “Stop playing with my hair!”
Now it has officially turned into a game and I go ahead and play right along with her, and when she turns back around I go straight to touching her hair, and each time my fingers touch her hair she turns and giggles and tells me to stop. After about four or five times of repeating this process Hannah folds her arms and says, “Ugh! (letting out a sigh) this is a BIG problem.”
How funny is that?
I looked over at Heather and we both just started to bust out laughing. We are still unsure as to where she learned that expression from.
Click on either image to see all of our easter pictures. We drove down to San Antonio on Saturday to hang out since Kelly was in town. Hannah had a lot of fun and was crying when we left because she didn’t want to leave Trevor. They played together almost the entire time, not to mention all the fun Easter activities Kelly had planned out. We started the day out with coloring easter eggs in the back yard until we got forced inside by bees taking over. Ethan went out to kill as many as he could and he finally retreated as well after reporting 40 deaths and several other casualties. We then moved our little party to the front yard where we hooked up a sprinkler and had a little fun in the water. We didn’t bring any spare outfits for Hannah so she had to play in her diaper until she decided to take it off and go skinny dipping. Trevor was nice enough to let her wear his bathing suit he wasn’t using. While the kids were playing in the water, Kelly and my mom were stuffing plastic eggs with candy. As the kids dried off Ethan fresh out of battle hid all the eggs in the front yard. Then we let the three little rascals lose collecting as many eggs as they could jam into their new furry baskets that Grandma was nice enough to purchase for them all at Target. Matt came through with the Golden Chick for lunch (even though he was late as always) and Kelly finished off our day by cooking up some spiral ham, scalloped potatoes, and asparagus.
My only complaint is that my Mom never has anything to drink in the fridge. Ethan has this like secret stash of sodas in his bedroom, but even to sneak one of those out means you either have to stick it in the freezer and wait for it to get cold or drink it luke warm because they also have no ice in the house.
Merry Christmas, to all you Christmas celebrating people out there. We are making preparations for Santa to come into town in the wee hours of the night tonight. Hannah is getting excited. We are leaving tomorrow to head out to the outer limits of Texas to the land far far away they call Buna.
We’ve watched a few movies the last little while that are worth recommending:
The Waitress: This movie is great for moms, and any parents. It was a very clever movie with a great feel good story.
Well now I can’t remember all of the other movies I was going to talk about. The only other movies I can remember, I have either already told you about or they weren’t any good, for instance:
Bratz: Could of been a made for TV movie, on the Disney Channel or something.
Hot Rod: A great movie that I already recommended to everyone. Heather hadn’t seen it so we rented it.
The movie I rented and can’t wait to watch is Helvetica, only Heather isn’t so excited about watching it, but I plan on watching it tonight for sure. I also am planning on watching Bourne Ultimatum, and Harry Potter at some point during the week.
I hope everyone is enjoying their holiday.
Currently at work I have decorated my desktop with the latest in Christmas attire. At the same time allowing me to be educated on the different variations of Santa Clause’s in different parts of the world. So I think you should to. Click on the picture above to read some behind the scenes information about the making of the illustrations, and how to grab yourself one.
If nothing else click on the post and allow yourself to be entertained for a brief while on this Monday morning.
