born to boogie

This past week Dexter attended his first middle school dance. It was scheduled immediately following school and I assumed it would be nothing more than another recess...with music.

I mean, when I think back to my middle school dances it was a bunch of giggling groups of kids thinking about dancing.

Right?

Well, at 5:15 I was to town and waiting for my preteen.

As I sat all alone in the silence of my mobile I reflected on how fast my boys are growing up.

Middle school, already!

I watched as girls walked out in fancy dresses, high heel shoes, smiley faces and flushed red cheeks.

Could this really be the present or was I looking into the future through a crystal ball?

Then I spotted him! My baby, my first born.

Walking straight at me with a grin from ear to ear. Coat wide open and blowing in the warm 30* breeze. His hair wet around the perimeter, sweat beads sitting on his nose and his cheeks as red as if he just ran a mile.

My conclusion....my baby was born to boogie.

what to blog?

What to blog? What to blog?

First I shall inform you all that I'm having to fight for a little bit of computer time.

My oldest recently signed up for facebook and is having alot of fun chatting with friends and playing games. I'm not a real facebook fan and REALLY didn't think he needed to sign up but he's right...alot of his friends are on.

I've concluded that online chatting is the ole' teen line from my days.

Second, my last week was filled with tax preparation and cooking big diners for the Amish men.

ugg on the tax preparation. Not the meals, though. This girl likes to eat!

I've also spent my days cleaning up, painting and staining. The renovations aren't big. We sectioned off the old basement from the new and had a little room built.

It was intended to be a room for sewing, as my sewing projects tend to take over the house, but instead we've made it a room for my niece, Baylee.

Buying a few girl things has been loads of fun!

Stay tuned for pics....

doughnuts

whew....after rereading my last 2 posts I decided I really need to get something else on here to cover up the naughty talk.

So.....I decided to blog about my doughnut making experiment.

Dexter and Grandma Belle made homemade doughnuts earlier in the week. Sunday I believe. Well, a plate of doughnuts doesn't last long on this homestead and after sinking my teeth into that warm fresh glazed treat the little voice in my head kept saying..

you should make doughnuts, more doughnuts!

Then, I logged onto my favorite blogs and found the Pioneer Woman and just posted a doughnut recipe.

Was that fate or what?

Tuesday, Dex and I set to work making dough. My lack of patience led me to attempt a speed rise-which wasn't such a good idea. I had to throw away about a dozen crusted hard lumps that I had placed into a low heated oven. Oh well! After following the directions of Pioneer Woman's recipe exactly the Davis Herd doughnuts didn't turn out too bad.

okay, they don't look as purty as hers but that frying is tricky! Some are golden..some are brown:( I'm not much of a fryer and constantly ask Dan do ya think that's enough oil? lol

There is something about doughnut making that makes me feel like a real pioneer woman.

Where's my bonnet?

We're making more dough tonight and plan to indulge again over the weekend.

Sure hope we can climb on a horse and fit in our saddles come spring:S

lastnight

Last night as we sat down for an early supper, before Dexter's basketball game, Dawson informed us of a naughty word a classmate, Colton, had whispered in his ear at school.

My thoughts were how bad of a word can a kindergartener know?

So, I asked him to repeat it this one time.

Well, low and behold I nearly choked on my mouthful of food!

My toothless brown eyed 6 year old boy leaned over and sputtered j*ck*ss with BIG SAUCER EYEBALLS!

Honestly, I was thinking he was going to say butt or poop or anything BUT j*ck*ss!

As I gasped for air, swallowed and gasped for more air I did my best to tell him I was glad he knew that THAT IS a bad word and I hoped he wouldn't use such language, ever!

He informed me he wiln't.

That's his southern IA way of saying "will not" or "won't".

The story continues with while on our way to town Jaxson asks if the Bloomfield High School will ever be a college, again? For those of you unaware Blmfd is in the process of building a new high school and at one time I mentioned to the boys that the current high school's 3rd floor had once served as a junior college. Or, i think that's what i was told? Anyway, I responded to Jaxson with an I doubt it. He was a little bummed.

Remember previous post : tight knit bunch.

From the backseat Dawson pipes up with a loud "then I"m going to home college".

Problem solved!

Home college? I guess he picked that up from an add on t.v.?

You know, earn your degree from home....

iowa weather map

I received this via email today and thought it was worth posting on me blog. Although I really don't mind the white stuff those of you that are ready to see the green grass, the trees in bloom and feel the warm wind on your face will enjoy it.

Fruit heads

The boys love fruit roll-ups. I found a box of 36 at Costco and bonus: they were 3 ft. long! The boys devoured them. I'm not sure why they have to play with their food but for some reason they loved hanging the whole entire thing out of their mouth. boys.

A throwback

A throwback

from the good ole' days.

When people were wearing bell bottoms, sporting mullets and jiving to Stayin' Alive.

Do you have any idea what I'm talking about?

One sip and it will knock your socks off!

It's refreshing, lite and smooth

And DOESN'T produce those volatile, harsh, sometimes painful burps.

No kidding!!

Some may argue it's flat but sip-on my friend.

You will be amazed!

At what I think is a crisp, clean mouthful to swallow.

The Pepsi throwback!

Word is...it's only on the shelf for a limited time once again. I'm watching for it like a hawk. And

stocking up when I lay my eyes on it. How many cases 1...2....3...4...5...

Now, if they would only put it back into a glass bottle.