I'm in LOVE!

I recently found this picture as I was transferring files from my computer to an external hard drive.

It's a selfie taken by #2 at the Independence Day parade last year.

To say I'm in love with it would be an understatement.

This picture sums up these three's photo-taking personalities to a tee.

#2- happy to have her photo taken, and will pose for you.

#3- doens't love it, doesn't hate it. He will look at you, but not pose.

#4- plays tough, but secretly adores having his picture taken.

I ADORE this photo.  It's getting printed, framed, and hung up STAT!

p.s.- I just ordered #2's cap and gown for graduation. She's applied to several colleges all with the school colors blue and white.  Any guesses?

Little Girl Selfies!

Why is it that every time I try to take a photo with my phone, it tells me my memory is full?

What is it full of you ask? 

My phone is full of little girl selfies!

There are always 1,476 self-taken photos on my phone.  Yes, it is locked with a password, but some genius put a camera shortcut on the lock screen that you cannot remove- 

That camera shortcut results in this:

 And these beauts!

And these 

 And these sleepy time ones

 And these awkward ones

 Even the big girl gets involved!

What they don't know is that I'm saving every single one of these and showing them at their wedding!

I like to call it Sweet Revenge!

(Insert evil grin and cackle here)

Presidential Selfies

Wordless Wednesday:

#6 turns 7!

I get a giggle every time I  look at the pictures from my phone.  There are always a million, bazillion selfies on there of this little one. 

 #6, for weeks, has been counting down the days until her birthday.  To say she's excited is an understatement.  Last night we went to the store so she could pick out a birthday treat to share with her class - Little Debbie Cosmic Brownies.  

 She has requested a chocolate Shopkin's birthday cake

and Mock Olive Garden Salad with grilled chicken for her birthday dinner. 

Happy, happy birthday my little Selfie Lover!

My Favorite Summer Selfies

Wordless Wednesday

The SELFIE Stick

Grandma + Selfie Stick =

Wordless Wednesday:

 

 

 

The 'FUNK'

Please enjoy these selfies while I ramble on and on about nothing of real importance.

 Have you ever had one of those days where from the moment you wake up, you know something's just not right?  You feel a little twitch coming on, something different is in the air.  That was me a couple days ago.

 I call it 'THE FUNK'.  Basically it's a technical, sophisticated term for being ornery.

Doesn't saying "I've come down with a case of 'The Funk'." sound a lot better than saying "I'm really ornery today, so watch out because I just might kill you before the day is over."?

Have you ever had a case of 'The Funk'?  You're ornery, sassy, moody, grumpy, angry, sad, grouchy, crotchety, cranky, and very ill-tempered.  You know you have it and everyone around you definitely knows you have it, but there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it.  It's like a virus, you just have to wait it out.  

 Have you ever noticed that when 'The Funk' hits, it really hits.

Take my day for example:  I woke up to one side of my hair doing this really weird bouffant-type thing.  The other half was perfect.  No matter how much water I poured on it, or how many times I tried to comb it down, it went right back up into it's fro-self.  NOT COOL!  Then of course my patience was tested 1,000 times more than on a usual, non-funk day.  I got sassy the secretary at the dentist office who called to reschedule an appointment.  I was rude to sister, and honked at a sweet little old lady who was taking too long to cross the street (okay not really on the little old lady part).  Of course, Clint had to work late, and I think all of my kids (bless their hearts) purposely sent themselves to Time-Out just to stay clear of me.  Sorry Kids, It wasn't me - It was 'The Funk'.

Then I decided to make a new Pioneer Woman Soup recipe for dinner in between running kids to and from.  Two hours later, it still wasn't done!  So, I did what anyone with a case of  'The Funk' would do, I stomped around, slammed the kitchen cabinet doors a few times, then yelled for everyone to "come out of hiding if you want to eat", and served everyone cold cereal for dinner.  It was awesome.- I think it's even up for a "Best Funk Moment Ever" award.

Thank goodness I don't suffer from 'The Funk' very often, but when I do. . . .stay clear, you will get yelled at and you just might catch it too.