Saturday, June 21, 2014

Sing, Sing a Song Saturday

Sing, Sing a Song Saturday is all about me discovering something that is different. I don't want to post things that you and I have more than likely heard before. I want to find something different. It could be from another country, someone singing from the streets of NY, and more.

Someone posted a very sweet video on Facebook. I was intrigued the whole way though it. The band is called OK Go. The band name comes from their art teacher saying, "OK... Go!" while they were drawing.

American alternative rock band originally from Chicago, Illinois in 1998, but now residing in Los Angeles, California. The band members are: Damian Kulash, Tim Nordwind, Dan Konopka, and Andy Ross.

Frontman Damian Kulash said, “This record feels like it’s the musical manifestation of that — like we can speak in a clearer voice when we are playing in a bigger sandbox. Just as the band’s whole project became clearer to us as we learned to find more homes for our creativity — we triangulated it from more directions. And, I think the music itself has gotten more focused for similar reasons. We went in with fewer preconceptions of who we are or what our sound is, and came out with a record that sounds much more uniquely our own because of it.”

The Writing's on the Wall



Check out OK Go's website.
Like OK Go on Facebook.
Follow OK Go on Twitter.
Listen to OK Go on YouTube.

Friday, June 20, 2014

Random Tid Bits

  1. I'm going to tell you a little bit about me when I was an itty bitty child. Some claim that I didn't smile until I was 2. I was very shy. In fact I wouldn't order from restaurants until I was in 6th grade.

    There is hope for shy people. Now I'm a teacher. I still like quiet time when I get home, but that usually doesn't happen.

    I was also bald until I was 2. My baby picture hung in my bedroom, and I tried drawing hair on it.

  2. I loved my little sister. Mainly because I could dress her up, and she'd play the part of the baby when we played house. Through her I didn't have to grow up so fast. She is 5 years younger than I am. I played with Barbies and dolls 5 years beyond what most kids did. My mom said I was very good about including her in my play.

    The one time I was bad to her was when I was in charge of taking care of her. I made her go to her room, and I tied her door handle, to the bathroom door handle, and lastly to my parent's door handle. She was tied into her room. This is not something I'm proud of. While my friend and I were doing this, my parents caught us in the act. My friend had to go home. Trust me I was much better to her than my older sister was to me.

  3. I had 2 pit bulls growing up. They were nice dogs. I hate that their breed gets a bad name because people treat them poorly. They would give us sled rides, play tug of war, fetch, play hide and seek, and let me sleep on their bellies in the sun. Watching them play hide and seek was fun. My Dad would put them downstairs. They knew what it was about, and would bark happy barks. Then he'd hide their treats around the house. They'd come up, and have to find them. 

  4. To this day I feel kind of bad - You see my parents had to get rid of our dogs because of me. I kept having asthma attacks and had huge allergy problems. I was sick all the time. My Dad in particular loved those dogs. They got rid of them, so I would be healthier. So much for having a pet to build up a tolerance.

  5. I'm a sleep walker and talker. I shared a bedroom with my sister Angie. She told me that I'd often talk nonsense  in my sleep. Once I must of had a dream about going on a picnic, and rattled off all the things we were bringing. Another time I got up, walked over to my sister's backpack, blew my nose on it, and said, "That feels better."

  6. I'd love to say I grew out of sleep talking and walking. When I was in high school I stayed at a friend's house, and actually got up and left the house in the middle of the night. No worries I came back. As an adult I've had dreams I was a dinosaur, a werewolf, and dragon. Each dream someone was after me. I roared in my dream, which was reality, scared the crap out of Daddy and woke myself up to.

  7. Once I almost burnt our childhood house down. My sister Angie got a purple stuffed animal monkey. It was so cute sitting on the top of our reading lamp, so I put it there. My sister complained to our Dad about me having body odor. She kept saying, "I can't go to sleep. She just smells so bad!" He came in the room and smelled all over me. I was playing possum. He said, "Well I smell it, but it's not Alissa." It took him a minute to find out that it was the purple monkey's butt that was nearly on fire. We're lucky it didn't light up in flames. He had a permanently black butt, and had to be thrown out.

    What's a childhood memory that you have?

Father's Day

So...I never posted about Father's Day. I edited the picture. I swore I wrote about it. Nope! I must have been in la la land with that one. The odd thing is, is that I even remember linking up to the restaurant. It was going to be my WW this week. I realized on Tuesday that I didn't have a WW in my feed. I made the superhero boys be my WW.

Any how here's my handsome men on Father's Day. We were not sure if we should even go anywhere at all. Isaak said, "My tummy hurts!" He looked white to. I think for a few weeks the boy was having growing pains. His tummy hurt often in the mornings, and he'd be fine after 10 or so. He had all kinds of other pains during that time to. We're thankfully past that.

We decided to try out the same place that my sister's and Dad AKA Aunts and Grandpa went to the day before. It was a repeat for me, but new for everyone else. I ordered something different anyhow. It's called FirstWatch. Do you have a FirstWatch where you live? It's new for us.

They are only open the first part of the day; that's where they get their name. They have healthier options for breakfast, which is what I love. Everyone seemed to like it there on both days I went.

Thankfully Isaak didn't have any sick issues. I was a little worried about that.

We've been so busy that we didn't really do anything else with Daddy.

He's been trying to get some molds done to take down to Kansas City, so they can cast them, and he can include them in a sculpture show in the fall. He's also applying for a few grants, getting a press release out for the gallery that his work is in, getting a wedding ring set done, and applying for something else to. He's been working tons of hours at his other job. Two of his co-workers are out of town. He was hoping to work there part time all summer. Nope...He's had to go in more than full time the last 2 weeks. Even Isaak's had to go into work with him. Isaak doesn't seem to mind too much. He takes toys, watches movies, and plays with a kid that also comes to work with their mom. His boss is so different than mine; mine would never let me take my kids to work. It's been crazy around here.

I keep telling Daddy to go work, get things done, while I man the fort. The only thing I refuse to do is mow. My allergies will go nuts.

What did you do for Father's Day?

Thursday, June 19, 2014


It's kind of hard to show here, but Isaak is a little obsessed with numbers right now.

He has 4 or 5 sheets filled front and back with numbers. He started with 0 and has gone up to 302, so far. He says he wants to go up to infinity. I told him to go up to 1,000.

Isaak also counts in the car, counts in stores. All, while hopping around on 1 foot. He asks me how far I can count? This goes on and on.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

UNO Aim for the Stars Day Camp

Last week Mica attended a day camp at University of Nebraska Omaha called Aim for the Stars. He took a math | science camp. This was the first year he could be part of it. He wishes he could have done their Lego class, but that one got booked right away.

It's hard because we wanted to keep our kids busy this summer, yet trying to schedule everything was a pain. We just noticed that the more active our kids are during the days, the better they are behaved. We don't hear, "I'm bored!" all the time.

Which by the way brings up this photo I saw on Facebook:

I have no clue where the image came from. If it's yours let me know, and I'll site it, or remove it.

Mica says he enjoyed the camp, but got into the Community Playhouse camp the most. He likes to act.

I felt a little intimidated to send my 8 year old off to college. My sister kind of walked us through it. It was my nephews 2nd year going. She said that all elementary schools need to take lessons from the campus on dealing with parking. They were really excellent. They had people out there directing traffic.

I kept asking Mica how camp was going? He didn't have much to say. Isaak elaborates more than Mica does about how his day went. I know it's typical for a boy to not say how his day was. Mica did talk about the Community Playhouse more. University of Nebraska Omaha called Aim for the Stars had a parent night on Thursday.

We went to see the rooms, and watched a video in their planetarium.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

WW: Superheros Every Day {Linky}

This is just a typical day at my house. Just like any other.

Meet Dr. Jones AKA Mica

He put on his slipper shoes because they matched best with his Indiana Jones costume. He used to have a whip, but that's long time gone. I think one of them unbraided it, and I threw it out. He still has his satchel though.

Meet Spidy AKA Isaak

When Isaak dresses up like Spiderman he puts on his Spiderman slipper socks, he Spiderman shoes, his Spiderman winter gloves and sometimes his Spiderman cape. I don't know how he does it in the heat. I couldn't stand it with all that on. He has to get in character though.

This is how they go outside to play most of the time. I wonder what our neighbors think?
Whoever thinks dressing up is only for girls should talk to my boys that dress up all the time. It enhances their creativity. They are my superheros.

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Monday, June 16, 2014

Pay it Forward

I took the boys out to eat before we went to watch Tarzan at the Rose Theater. We don't go out a whole lot.

I took them to Burger King. One thing is nice about the regular fast food places; there's always a salad option. Burger King and McDonalds both get nailed in the press, but at least they try. I have a few local places that I like that are fast, and not too unhealthy. Then Panera is one of my favorite main stream places.

My boys eat the same amount as I do. I got them a small value menu to split. Then I got them a cheeseburger beyond that to split. That's a lot, but they eat a lot.

As we were close to finishing our meal a guy comes up to us, and says, "I'm paying it forward. This is all for you." Inside the bag was 2 more cheeseburgers and a large fry. I thanked him big time, and he was on his way. Then I said to the boys, "What are we going to do with all this food?" The boys split yet another cheeseburger. I sinned and ate the fries. Then I saved the other cheeseburger for later.

Both Isaak and Mica were about to burst. We do not eat this way normally.

I wasn't about to turn away a kind act either.

Then it was my turn to pay it forward.

As we were walking out of the theater to go home, I spotted a $20 bill on the floor. I picked it up, and showed to to the gentleman who was standing slightly in front of that chair. It wasn't his. I had the boys hand it in up front. I thanked the lady for the show and explained what the $20 was about. I told her that if no one claimed it to just consider it a donation to the theater.

Last week I knew my brother-in-law went back to work. They now have 4 kids ages: 8, 5, almost 3 (very special needs), and an infant. I made them all dinner. I was in the kitchen that night from 5:15 to 8. It was a busy night, but worth it to know I did my part in helping out.

All those things I would have done anyhow. Pay it forward is supposed to be a random act of kindness. I still feel like I should do something more. I'm just waiting for the right situation to come up. I want to make sure that I pay for someone's meal ahead of time, or a person's groceries.

What would you do to pay it forward?


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