Schwatzenburg

There's a game we occasionally play in our house. We call it Schwatzenburg. When we need to retreat we play it. The rules are a little different each time we play. This is our game:

Everyone speaks in a funny accent that can change at any moment.
There is a trigger word. When one player utters the word the rest of the players must follow up with a complimentary phrase. For example if the key word is "Father", when one person says "Father," the rest of the players follow it up with the key phrase of "Oh, How I love my Father, I really Do." Or if the word is "Trouble," When the word is spoken the rest of us follow up with, "Trouble? OOOHHHH! Notty, Notty." We change the keyword every time we play.

This game is great because there is very little to remember and it really works to change the mood in any given setting.

If you have need of retreat in your home try this one.

Tribute

Imagine: I stand on the stage, in front of the masses. In my two capable hands I clutch the newest honor to my name: The Holy-Stink You Are Amazing Award. FYI this trophy is a tasteful mix of fine metals and crystal, depicting a woman wearing scrubs and a gorgeous seatbelt bag which is overflowing with coloring books, bottles, fruit snacks, diapers, sippie cups, baby rattles, a clean pair of children's underwear and a thoroughly worn set of scriptures. She is bent over the bed of a young man with two broken arms hanging in an overhead trapeze and she is holding up his massive leg by the external fixator while the PA changes a dressing on this young dare devils leg.
Yes I have been awarded The Holy-Stink You are Amazing Award. Here is my acceptance speech.
Thank you so much, this means so much to me. There are so many people I need to thank, let me start at the top.
I'd like to thank my Father in Heaven. Yes the load is heavy, Yes I usually think you got this one wrong. However Father in Heaven I have a testimony of the truthfulness of the scriptures, I know thou makest no mistake. Thank you for showing me how far I can stretch.
Thank you to my husband. Ours is truly a relationship crippled by our human-ness, yet we are lifted by the same things. Thank you for your stubborn love for a stubborn woman. Thank you for being the man who works so hard to give me what I want. I measure myself in accomplishments and I know that I haven't gained anything but for the love and support you have given me.
Thank you to my mother and step-father. For knowing that I needed rescuing and saving me when I couldn't ask for it. My children love you, I love you, my husband loves you.
Thank you to Al Gore for inventing the Internet, thus enabling me to blog and write things I have such a hard time saying.
Thank you also to those who are following me through my blog. Last night I was at work and reading blogs. I was so excited to see that people are following me. To the person I've never met, it made my night to see that you were interested.
There are so many who have been left off the list, don't feel bad if you weren't mentioned, Know that I thank you also.

Perky blogging

To those of you following us:
It's true I did not post last week and If I thought it was worth an apology I would but who are we kidding it's not so I won't. Also I apparently lost my usb cable so no new pictures for a while.

This week Julianne has been home sick with swollen tonsils and complaints of sore throat, head ache and stomach ache. I took her to the pediatrician today and they put her on some nasal spray because she was negative for strep. Here is the big shocker: The pediatrician who was a fill in actually read her chart before coming in the room. He knew she had been seen a few months ago for the same thing! It was truly impressive to see a general practitioner doing some advance prep work, soooo rare in the current environment.

This morning we also took Noelle to her CF appointment. Have I mentioned how much I hate these appointments? Some time I'll explain why. Anyway, today was her follow-up to the infamous feeding tube threat. Her weight gain over the last 2 weeks was only 4 grams/day again. If I was a cusser I would say some bad words but I'm not so I'll just say EEEEEFFFFF!!!

Yes I've been reading fiction like a fiend for the last several weeks and some the books throw around that word occasionally and I'm pissed so I used the substitute. Should I be ashamed? Probably.

On the book topic, I think I have now read most of Sophie Kinsella and may I just say I do love the English. Their vocabulary is Hilarious. ie... Isn't my seatbelt bag just fab? She is looking so posh in those suede boots. The kids had a huge row. Also in England a flashlight is an electric torch (tee hee hee) I do think I could live there but a man I met on a train said the taxes are horrendous & they still have a queen. It reminds me of 'evil King Noah'.

So back to the tube. I'm realizing that I have spent quite a measurable amount of time over the last tenth months being ticked about the whole third CF'er thing. I'm actually wondering how I'll get through it especially since the last thing I feel like doing is serving others or going to the temple. I think I should be the recipient of some service.

Just so you know I probably would feel really bad if you read this post and came to offer me service, so maybe that isn't such a great idea. But if a complete stranger came to me and said "this is the only winner in last weeks powerball drawing, it's worth loads of money and you look like you deserve some random goodness", yes I would take it and cash it and the list of people I would share with is short.

Oh yeah, the title of this post: Perky blogging
Me not so much today. When I told my sister about my blog she said something along the lines of, "I think a lot of that is false advertising, People only post the things that are happy and nice."

Well, eeeffff that. I'm convinced that if we all would share our sorrows a little more we might be able to help each other and actually be a resource for one another, but alas I am just a lowly . . .

One more thing to rant about, don't call me and say you think I/we should pray that . . . It drives me nuts and if that is your contribution to this just keep it. I am not an idiot and neither is my husband. If you're just thinking of it now, we are probably already doing it.

Okay I promise the next post will be upbeat and positive. No Ranting!!

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12 things I love:
My Husband Nathan
My kids laugh
A good book
The thought of tomorrow
Getting my hair done
Creating things
Talking with fun people
My mom
Nap time
Good Books
My Seatbelt Bags
My Savior

12 Things I Hate:
Cystic Fibrosis
Bad Food
The word "can't"
Cleaning Bathrooms
Saying No
Bad Breath
Politics/Politicians
Lazy People/Nosey People/Greedy People
Drugs/Alcohol
Sour Kraut
Cats
Most Everything on TV