Interview with a 12 yr old.

You just finished 6th grade. What did you learn this year?

Algebra. Stuff about the ocean. And some history of England.



If you could start a business, what business would you start?

A space exploration business. Like NASA.



What's your favorite book?

The Harry Potter series & the Percy Jackson series.



What's your favorite TV show?

The Office.



If you could have any kind of animal as a pet, what would you choose?

A lion.

What are you looking forward to about the Disney trip?

Being with my cousins & the rides.
I loved the Rockin Roller Coaster, Space Mountain & snorkeling with sharks.



If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

Australia because it looks awesome and has lots of cool animals.

If a man came out of the refrigerator, what would you do?

I'd punch him in the nuts, tie him up and ask him questions.



If an alien came out of the refrigerator, what would you do?

I'd have a heart attack.



If a puppy popped out of the toilet, what would you do?

I'd dry it off.

Interview with a 7 yr old

Remy, you just finished 1st grade! What did you learn this year?

I learned about flowers, their parts, how they grow.
We grew some...oh, oops, that flower was for you for Mother's Day!
I forgot!



You're such a great reader now, what was your favorite book you read this year?

The Dog Book that shows the dogs pooping.



What's your favorite TV show?

Star Wars, The Clone Wars cartoon.



If you could have any animal in the world as a pet, what would you choose?

A penguin.

I know your favorite toy right now is Bakugan. Why do you like them so much?

I like everything about them.
They're cool and different,
You can battle with them and they're different colors...
I want to be a Bakugan scientist when I grow up.

We leave for Disney World soon. What are you looking forward to about this trip?

I can't wait to stay in the awesome hotel and have big breakfasts.



Are you scared of Mickey Mouse?

No!



Are you scared of flying in an airplane?

N0, except when they turn...it feels like we're going to fall out.

If a man came out of our refrigerator, what would you do?

I'd kill him.
I'd get a gun and shoot him.



If an alien came out of refrigerator, what would you do?

I kill it.



If a puppy came out of the toilet, what would you do?

I'd keep it.
I'd clean it.
Unless it was an alien puppy...then I'd flush it.



Finally, if you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

I'd go to the North Pole and look for Santa.

Ree, the Pioneer Woman

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Now on to today's post.

It's dedicated to Ree, the Pioneer Woman.

She's amazing.
Her photography, her cooking, her life on a working cattle ranch...
it's fascinating and hilarious seen through her eyes.
Her self-deprecating humor has me laughing out loud.

Today is her birthday.


Happy Birthday, Ree!

She recently consented to an interview through email.
I really appreciated her taking time from her busy schedule to play along with me,
especially since she was deep into the production of her cookbook.

Here is our interview:




I'm such a huge fan, and I love learning more about the working cattle ranch. Now, we all know you are the essential go-to-gal for everything that gets done out there, and all the cowboys come to you for advice (hehe), but you started out a city gal. What has been the most suprising part of ranching that you have learned along the way?

Probably how idyllic AND how backbreakingly grueling it is at the same time. It's beautiful, romantic, and incredibly fulfilling...but there's never any let-up, there's always fence to fix, barns to clean out, pens to paint, water gaps to fix, animals to feed, animals to count, cattle to work, horses to shoe, fires to put out...

Plus, it's a profession that's very much subject to the markets, weather patterns, and other impossible-to-predict factors. I think that's why farmers and ranchers tend to be God-fearing people: they learned early on that after a certain point, it's out of their hands.






Your blog has taken on a life of its own. And had children...and grandchildren. It's huge. Your contests draw thousands. Do you have time to read other blogs at all? Would you share some of your favorites?

I don't think of my blog as huge---it's not a huge website in the grand scheme of websites. But I would agree that's it's taken on a whole life of its own---that's what makes it fun for me. I do read other websites when I can, though my internet time is largely eaten up with churning out recipes, stories, etc. for PW. I love www.countrydoctorswife.com, www.derfwadmanor.blogspot.com, www.smittenkitchen.com, www.thisisreverb.com, and gosh...I could go on and on. I don't have a regular reading pattern or list; I just go where my clicks take me.

You do so much; home school four children, cook, blog, hold awesome contests and various other projects. You have to get overwhelmed or worn down at times, right? I think the mothers in the blogosphere would love to know, what do you do to recharge?

I get a lot done...but I also DON'T get a lot done. I get no more done than anyone else. It's just that I only show the things I do get done...or not done...wait, what?
To recharge, I am involved in absolutely no social activities whatsoever. I stay home, I don't drive all over the place, and I'm not afraid to send the kids outside, plop down on my bed, and stare at the ceiling for ten minutes. I'm not afraid to be idle.






A few months ago I did a post on the very varied and copious amount of reading material in my bathroom...and my lack of privacy from the children. Do you have bathroom reading material? Do you have privacy in the bathroom?

There's no good way to answer this question.






I grew up on a small ranch in the Texas hill country. We were a good 20 miles or so from town, so when I rolled off the couch while wrestling with my little sister and cut my head open on our glass coffee table, my mom had to drive me to the ER rather than wait for an EMS. Have you had to make any ER trips with your kids? How far are you from the nearest ER?

Several ER trips, and I hate them. The nearest ER is 25 minutes away, and I think we've made ten trips there for everything from stitches in the eyebrow (a jump rope accident) to high fevers on the weekends. The next city over (where I had my babies) is an hour away, and I've had to take the kids there twice: one when my baby picked up a hot branding iron and burned his head; the other when my oldest daughter sustained a pretty severe concussion. (It happened in the CHURCH NURSERY, of all places.)

I hate ER trips. Aside from being very scary, they're just so darned inconvenient.

I know your current big project is your cookbook, which I would buy in a heartbeat and give to all my friends and family. Is this a fun project? Or Stressful?

The cookbook was very fun, but in the last two months it was very, very grueling, stressful, and difficult. It proved to be a little too much in the last two weeks and I cussed once or twice. It would've been fine had I not also had my website to maintain, but I just wasn't willing to let the website "go"---it's what I enjoy doing the most.
The cookbook, overall, was a very fun, challenging, and fattening project. I gained seven pounds.






You know I really want some photographs of old boots. Is there anything you've really been wanting to photograph but haven't for some reason?

I always wanted to take photos of my girls wearing colorful tulle skirts and prancing around a tallgrass meadow...but I kept putting it off and now they're way too tall.






What's your favorite book? Or song? Or movie?

Favorite Book: Sophie's Choice, Gone With the Wind, Where the Red Fern Grows, The Giving Tree.

Favorite Song: How Can I Tell You by Cat Stevens
Favorite Movie: Muriel's Wedding, Gone With the Wind, The Godfather, The Graduate, Little Women, The Crucible, Chapter Two, Sophie's Choice

We all know dogs can be trained to find drugs or missing children. My 11 yr old son told me recently that bumble bees have been trained to find explosives. Do you think cattle could be trained to do anything like that?

Cattle aren't smart. They're cute, but they're not smart.





I have one question for Marlboro Man: What three words (or more if he needs em) would you use to describe Ree?

He's out of the country right now, so let me answer for him! Let's see...hmmm....





Finally, your blog is addictive. Your sense of humor is priceless, and your photographs make me laugh, cry or just sigh with delight. Why do you think you have had such incredible success in the blogging world?

Or wait, did I already answer my own question?!


Thanks, Ree.
You're the best.




Check out her blog, Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.



Here are some of my favorite posts:

Want to see handsome cowboys and understand chaps? Here's the true story.

Curious how pregnant cows feel? You've gotta see this.

Charles, the basset hound/cow dog.

Christmas with Aliens - An Interview

It's that time again!

I interviewed my heathen aliens children on a Christmas theme.


Remy is 6.

Donny is 11.

What three things do you really want for Christmas?

Remy: a potty trained puppy, a computer and Bakugan.
Donny: an iPod Touch, a room makeover and a trained owl like Hedwig in Harry Potter. The owl is the most important. (Does Amazon deliver owls, I wonder?)






How do you think Santa does it? (delivers all those presents all over the world in one night)

Remy: He throws all the gifts from the North Pole to kids' houses everywhere. (A man of action, of course)
Donny: He hires elves to dress up as him, each with their own sleigh and reindeer, and they deliver them. (Outsourcing, I like it.)




What does Christmas mean to you?

Remy: Um, let Donny go first.
Donny: It's a time to celebrate, see family and open presents.
Remy: The same. What he said.
Donny: Remy, you can't copy me.
Me: Moving on!




What are your favorite parts of Christmas?

Remy: ummm...opening presents!
Donny: Opening presents, picking out our tree and decorating it.




What are some of your favorite gifts from the past Christmases?

Remy: Guitar Hero last Christmas!



Donny: The cool rock collection and my bike...and all the electronics we've ever received (computer, iPod, game systems, etc over the years).






What are some of your favorite holiday movies?

Remy: A Christmas Story
Donny: A Christmas Story & all the Santa Claus movies 1, 2 & 3.





What are some good names for reindeer?

Remy: Remy. Candy Cane.
Donny: Stormy, Donny, Jackie Chan.
Both boys errupt into nonstop laughter. I can tell my time is growing short for decent answers.





Would Annie be a good reindeer?

Remy: Yes, No, Yes.
Donny: No, wait, Yes..maybe







What would be a good way to make a difference in someone's life for the holidays?

Remy & Donny: build a house for someone who needs one.






Do aliens celebrate Christmas?

Remy: psychologically, they do. (what?! Where did he learn that word? He's 6!)
Donny: No, but they do celebrate their own holidays.

Those are my kids!

A 10-year-old girl interviews my boys.

Kat, from Sunshine and Lemonade, graciously allowed her daughter Katie, aka Sugar from I like Pi, to come up with interview questions for my boys
because she owed me since I came up with interview questions for her kids
we're good friends.

Katie so helpfully pointed out that I just interviewed the boys last week.
Why, yes, Katie, you're right, I did!
But, yesterday's post was sad, and I needed something funny today.
Help me out, girlfriend!
Give me some good questions for the boys.
Make me laugh.

This is Katie. She's 10. Isn't she just adorable?
She lives in Georgia.
I keep asking Kat if I can borrow her...or betroth her to my older son...
she says Katie gets to have a say in it.
What?!
What's the point of having kids if they aren't our going to be our slaves obedient progeny?

Here are my boys. Donny's 11 & Remy's 6.
They live in Texas.

1. What qualities do you look for in pie?
Remy: I don't like pie.
Donny: The quality I look for in a good pie is taste...and I make sure it's blue.

I could tell, with this first question and their answers, that I was in trouble with this interview. It's just a feeling...but the boys were already being difficult.


2. If you found out that you were really a girl...what is the first thing that you would do?
Remy: Scream!
Donny: Scream!




3. What is your favorite character from a book?
Remy: Patrick from the Spongebob books.
Donny: Grover the Satyr from Lightning Thief (the Percy Jackson series).


4. Would you want to live forever? And who would you live for? (Kat explained that Katie is a big Twilight fan. My boys were totally confused by the second half of this question and it took some explaining.)
Remy: Yes...Mama.
Donny: Yes...to see the future.


5. Do you ever start to laugh uncontrollably at random times?
Remy: No.
Donny: On occasion.

OK, I'm going to call LIAR on Remy. They both do this. And so do I...


6. What would you do if your house was invaded by sqirrels?
Remy: Cut them up with Donny's new sword.
Donny: Hide in the closet and read a squirrel-taming book.
Remy: What's "tame" mean?
Mama: to make them nice and kind.
Remy: (bursts into laughter at the idea.)


7. What movie star do you think is pretty?
Remy: Miley Cyrus
Donny: Ashley Tisdale

It took about 20 minutes to get an answer out of them. My boys do not want to talk to me about girls they think are pretty or girls they like...or girls period. This was torture. I had to promise ice cream and soft drinks...Kat, my children's dentist bill is all your daughter's fault!!


8. What kind of punishments happen at your house? Are whips ever involved?
Remy: Yes, whips...and kicking and slapping.
Donny: Yes, whips...whips on fire.

She just had to mention whips, didn't she?! They ran with it. I never use whips. I never even spank...anymore. Crazy boys. I might occasionally tape them up and lock them in closets, but no whips or fire or kicking. What kind of parent do you think I am?!


9. If you could only eat one food for a whole month, what would it be?
Remy: What about drinks?
Mama: I'm sure drinks are unlimited.
Remy: Ok. Pizza.
Donny: Zucchini on fire.


10. Go up to your room. Look under your bed. How many things are there? Tell me one of them.
Remy: nothing (it's true, he has a trundle bed and nothing can fit under it)
Donny: like 20 things. One is an Easter basket.

Thanks, Katie!
I needed something light today, and this was perfect!
I can't wait to read yours and your sister's answers to MY questions on your mom's blog today.

Interviewing the Little People

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I've interviewed them before.
You can read one here or here.

Donny is 11 years old and in sixth grade (middle school).
His answers will be in blue.

Remy is 6 years old and in first grade.
His answers will be in red.

My questions and comments will be in this color.

When interviewing little people, you have to start off with questions they enjoy,
to warm them up and make them comfortable.
Then it's safe to work in meatier questions,
but you must always, always end with an alien question.

Here we go:

What's your favorite thing to do with your friends during free time at school?
Remy: Play checkers or tag
Donny: Play around.
Me: What do you mean by playing around?
Donny: We just play around.
Me: Ok.


What's your favorite thing to do on the computer?
Remy: Webkinz
Donny: video games.
Me: Which ones?
Donny: Fun ones.
Me: (Why is he being difficult?)


Why do you think I give you quarters at the grocery store?
Remy: Because you're so nice. (flatterer)
Donny: To get us to behave. (smart boy)


What did you think of my pink highlights?
Remy: Pretty cool.
Donny: Pretty tight.
Me: What does that mean?
Donny: It means cool.


What do you want for Christmas?
Remy: Rockband 2, Legos and a million dollars.
Donny: An underground lab with robots who do anything I say.
Me: Well, I want an iPhone and a laptop computer.


If I try to meet up with some bloggers, such as Kat and Mama Dawg, would you want to go along?
Remy: Probably.
Donny: Yeah, I'd go along to save you from them kidnapping you. Cause that's how I roll.
Me: They might bring their daughters...
Remy: Nope, not going.
Me: Why, Remy, girls can be fun. You know, I'm a girl.
Remy: No, girls aren't fun, only Mommy.
Me: You always have fun with your girl cousins.
Remy: Maybe.


In Star Wars, kids start training to be Jedi's at a very young age. What would you like to start training to be, if you could start now?
Remy: A poop detector. I could get people who poop on the ground.
Me: Good lord. Remy, seriously.
Donny: Hey, you don't want to get me! I pooped that one time...
Me: Um, this is going on the blog.
Remy: That was diarrhea.
Me: Diarrhea is poop, Remy.
Remy: ok, a rock star who plays the drums.
Donny: I'd want to be a football-playing king in outer space.
Me: How on Earth are you going to train for that?
Donny: Well, I'm already playing football. I'll keep studying government at school to learn to be a king, and we know Jim (their grandfather) and he can teach me to be an astronaut.


Do you want a little brother or sister? (This isn't an IRL option, I was just curious about their response!)
Remy: No, because they'd be annoying.
Donny: Yes, a little sister.
Me: Why a sister and not a brother?
Donny: Because Remy's getting boring and I think it'd be fun to have someone different to play with.
At this point, Remy yells at his brother to shut up and starts crying...Donny has to explain he was kidding. UGH


If you discovered Annie was an alien, how would you find out and what would you do?
Remy: Her nose would turn green, so I would know she's an alien, and I'd keep her.
Donny: I'd know she's an alien because she'd poop out a cow. I'd keep her secret from the government.

I gave birth to them but I have no idea how their thinking works!
That's all folks, from the minds of little people.

Ask your kids some of these questions and let me know what they say!!

It's black & white...and all over my house.

Quick note:
An interview with me is featured on David McMahon's site today,
if you want to check it out.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

David's an international photographer and journalist from Down Under.

now on to Camera Critters:

We have someone special staying with us right now;
my mom's dog, Seamus.

My boys love having another dog around.
Both dogs follow them from room to room.

Although they don't listen as well as Donny would like.

They're both well trained but when you get two dogs together,
there's a different energy in the house.

They like going outside together.

And it's surprisingly hard to get good photos of them together.
I'll keep trying.

Black Hockey Jesus

When I first heard the name of his blog, The Wind in My Vagina, I thought he was probably a perv. He may be, I don't know, but he's a fascinating writer who confuses, perplexes and surprises me. He blurs reality. So, I read him daily and have fun with the messages he puts out there in the universe. So, without further ado, let me introduce you to my special guest, Black Hockey Jesus.




Rhea: Is your inner child still a fat bald retarded kid?

BHJ: I claimed the fat bald retarded kid for my inner child because I’ve always felt like I had to repress the marginal characters inside of me. I’m filled with many freaks and the post you’re referring to was an attempt to give a secret part of myself a chance to play in the sun and show off some kick ass karate moves. So yes. But there are many other children trapped in my asylum as well.



Rhea: You seem to be made up of several different people. Would you care to share and describe some of these personalities?

BHJ: There’s definitely a joker in here. Perhaps he is the ringleader. But there’s also a very serious man. You might say a lot of my posts are attempts to build a bridge between the comic and the deadly earnest. Some are more successful than others, but that’s alright with me. I treat blog posts like little experiments. Some experiments fail. There’s also a midget with a freakishly large penis and a little boy who wishes he was a monkey. There’s many more. Sometimes I wonder if it’s infinite. Perhaps the Self is an infinite party that never ends.



Rhea: I like to use the word "edgy" to describe your blog. Your writing blends fiction and nonfiction, reality and fantasy. If we met you in real life, would we see this in you? Or are you only this way "on paper"?

BHJ: This question confuses me. Are you asking me if I’m edgy in real life? Yes. Especially if I’ve had more than 2-3 cups of coffee. I get very edgy. I don’t know what would happen if we met in real life. The point I’m trying to express in my blog, though, is that real life is a fantasy. We ourselves are fantasies. We’re all functions of Imagination. So if we met in Imagination I’m sure it would be dreamy. Or you’d think I was a dick. It would depend on the weather of my mood. And yours. What if you were in some kind of premenstrual situation? It’s just a super hard question.



Rhea: You are one of those monsters that comes out of the closet to play with the children, have tea parties and play checkers, but there's that slight chance you may bite or get delusional. Do you agree with this description?

BHJ: I like the way you used contradictions to describe me. A monster who plays. Fun and dangerous. And it all happens on the threshold between sanity and insanity. That’s perfect. My friends laugh the loudest. But sometimes they kill themselves too. So yeah. I agree with your description. I play with fire underwater.



Rhea: Why are we really here? What is our purpose in life?

BHJ: We’re here to play. It’s the essential nature of the entire phenomenal world to play.





Rhea: Do you think we're only seeing shadows in Plato's cave and the real world behind us will blow our mind when we finally figure it out?

BHJ: These lives are not merely shadows of some Truthier Truth. This is the Truth. And it’s Truth enough. It’s a Truth worth saving. This life, THIS one (SMACK!), is mind blowing.


Rhea: What are your Pavlov's Dog responses in your daily life?

BHJ: This question confuses me as well. Pavlov conditioned dogs to salivate at bells because he rang a bell every time they ate some food. This proved that our “natural” responses could be influenced, indeed created, by culture. There is no natural. It’s all human, all too human. Anyway, sometimes disasters give me a boner. Is that what you mean? Hurricanes and fires evoke a sexual response in me. It’s weird, but no weirder than a bell making dogs salivate.



Rhea: Please tell me you're a LOST fan. If so, what's your take on the show, and if you had to choose a character on the island to be, which one would you choose?

I’ve never seen an episode of Lost. But isn’t that little hobbit on Lost? I would definitely wanna be stranded with the hobbit. The only shows I watch are Grey’s Anatomy & The Biggest Loser. It inspires me when those pigs lose 400 pounds. And Dr. Yang gets me going. I suppose that’s another answer to the previous question. Asian doctors make me want to have sex with them.



Rhea: Your son, Jackson Hockey Jesus, plays the drums really well. My sons now have a full drum kit. Any suggestions or tips on how to encourage and/or help them get better?

BHJ: Jackson takes lessons from a kick ass drummer who we pay $50/week. I guilt Jackson into practicing because it’s $50/week. I tell him that I can’t afford to eat lunch because of his damn lessons. I also tell him that rock dudes get a lot of tail.



Rhea: Have you read my blog? What three words would you use to describe it?

BHJ: I have read your blog. How about “Pink Southern-Fried Fabulous”? Is that 4 words? Even with the hyphen?


Rhea: What's one book you think everyone should read at some point in their life?

BHJ: I think everyone could stand to learn something from Rilke’s Letters To A Young Poet. That book will serve you well if you want to write. Lots of good secrets in there.



Rhea: Finally, the one question I can never leave out of an interview; If Aliens landed in your backyard, wanted to take you for a week to their home planet, who and what would you take with you?

BHJ: I would take a bunch of magic beans to trade for alien stuff. Aliens are so gullible.


* Original photo courtesy of Black Hockey Jesus. Messed-up versions due to Rhea's fascination with Picnik.

Ask...and I just might answer

I noticed that most bloggers seem to do something special to recognize and celebrate their 100th post or their 200th post.

Well, I think I just had my 200th post, so I'm going to do something I've seen others do.

I'm opening up for questions. You can ask me anything.

I may or may not answer. hehe

And, I'll answer honestly...although that may be hard for me...being a writer and all, we like to make up stuff. Embellish a little. But, I promise I won't.

So, here I am in all my glory. Ask away.

Little People Interviews

Here are the Little People and the Star of Texas Word Tangle, Annie-pie:

Donny is eleven (and only inches from being my hight!).

Remy is six and well known for his manic giggling.

Annie is around three or four, we think, and licks her feet all day..

I
As you know, I've done this interviews in the past. If you want to read those, click here or here or just search "interview" in the Blogger search box up top.

Donny's comments are BLUE.
Remy's comments are RED.

My comments are GREEN.


What's your favorite part about swimming?
Playing basketball.
The slides.
(Getting their energy out and working on my tan, and yes, I get a tan even wearing sunscreen people!)


What do Annie and Seamus do while we're gone from the house? (Seamus is my mom's big black lab we're dogsitting for a while.)
Seamus probably tries to jump Annie a couple of times, then gives up and they both go sleep.
They Butt Scootch! (Remy giggles insanely here. If you haven't seen the butt scootch yet, then click here for a short, short video showing Annie doing her signature move.)


If you could dye your hair any color, what would you choose?
Shades of Blue.
Gold and silver.
I think I might choose highlights with pink and purple mixed into my blonde.


If you had to fight a duel and you could choose any weapon, what weapon would you choose? (I then list a long list of ideal weapons) We're not violent in my household, I promise!
Fists! (Remy answered first this time!)
Swords.
Wait, I didn't answer first. I didn't!
How many weapons can I have.
One.
Hmmm...You can't shoot with swords. (so true, Remy, so true)
You need ammo...
I know, a machine gun! (Good lord.)


What does Mama do on the computer and what does that mean?
Blog. It means you write about anything you want on a website and people read it.
What Donny said.


How do you feel about Mama writing about you guys on the blog?
Violated. (He's grinning when he says that.)
Violated! What does that mean, Donny? (I need to remember to ask Remy first, otherwise he just copies Donny's answers.)
Ok, really, I think it's weird and a great idea, but it's not for me. (Ok, that's honest, I can dig it.)


At this point I couldn't think of any more questions, my creativity was turned off, so the boys decided to turn the questioning back on me:


Remy asks the first question: What would you do if you farted? (oh, boy, here we go)
I'd say excuse me.

Donny's next: What's your favorite kids' movie?
Easy. Shrek and The Incredibles. I wish they'd make a sequel to The Incredibles.

Donny again: If you could get ANYTHING in the world, what would you choose?
Do you mean anything material or...?
Material.
Ok, a ranch with a house on it.
What about you?
I'd have to research first. (Oh, he's so my child. I'm on Consumer Reports or Amazon before I buy something big)
I'd buy the world.
Wow, Remy, that'd be hard to buy the whole world. How are you going to do that?
I'd buy it from God.
I'd also buy a rocketship and go into Space.
(Well, at least he has goals and things big. hehe)

My Texas Homeboy

Introducing my Homeboy, the father of my sons, my husband.

So, I cornered him while he was in the shower this morning before he left for work.

Me: So, choose a name for Blogger, so you can comment on my blog.
Him: What?
Me: You know, if you ever read my blog, you'd need a name to leave comments.
Him: I don't even really know what a blog is. I don't know what you're asking me. Are you saying you want me to leave comments?
Me: Well, you know, in case you ever want to...yes.
He stares at me stupified.
I know when to retreat.
Me: Ok, you just think about it, and when you're done with your shower, we'll pick a name.

Now I head back to my room and talk to the boys.

Me: We need to pick a good name for your dad.
Donny: How about Jackalope?
Remy: Farty pants!
Donny: Homeboy
Remy: Poopy pants!
Donny: LawyerDude
Remy: Hairy balls!

Thanks for your help, boys.



What we decided on, finally?


Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and see when he comments...if he ever comments...



Ok, that may take too long.


I can't stand the suspense.


His blogger name is:


drum roll, please.


mywifemademedoit



hehe

Yet Another Very Serious Interview with the Little People.

Welcome SITStas! Y'all don't be shy! I'm so happy to have you here.

The boys are out for summer, yesterday being their last day of school! So, in honor of this joyous occasion, it's time for another interview with the little people.

Meet tha Playas... (or meet the players)

Remy, the six-year-old

Donny, the eleven-year-old

Annie, the sweet labrador retreiver

As I ask these questions, Remy's answers will always be first, because otherwise he tends to copy Donny's answers (little brothers do that, you know). So, Remy's answers will be in his favorite color, RED. Donny's answers will be second, in his favorite color, BLUE. My comments, interspersed throughout will be GREEN. Following me still? Onward to the fun stuff.

Did you throw the sticky ball that's currently still stuck on the ceiling in the den (going on over two weeks now)?

No. I don't like this question. Donny did it.

No. Remy did it.

Hmmm....Annie must have done it then?

What will you miss about school?

Friends.

Seeing friends and having something to do all the time. (oh, we can find you stuff to do all the time...hehe)

Where did you sleep last night?

In the backyard (really, Remy? Where in the backyard?) on a couch. (We don't have a couch in the backyard. Ok, moving on.)

On the floor (because we had a guest staying in his room. Why didn't you sleep in Remy's bed, since he obviously wasn't in it?) I don't like Remy's bed. Ok. Moving on.

What did you think of the new Indiana Jones movie and what was your favorite part? WARNING: Don't read from here on if you haven't seen the movie yet and don't want to see spoilers!

It was good! I liked the part where all the knowledge went into that woman's head and the aliens went around.

It was very good. I liked all the parts where they were in the old temples.

What are your summer goals?

Swim.

Get good exercise every day.

(to survive! and maybe get a tan...with sunscreen)

What kind of summer camp would you like to take?

Basketball camp.

Space camp.

Spa camp?

Here's our wild question for the day...What would Annie do if she met a Martian in the backyard?

She'd butt scootch on it!! (he laughs non-stop at this point)

She'd sniff and lick it.

Now, the boys got to make up their own question...What would you do if you saw mole people popping up out of the ground?

I'd step on them!

I'd grab a camera, take pictures and then run out of there! (he's sooo my child)

I'd take pictures, then blog about it, then get the heck out of dodge. hehe

The interview started to fall apart at this point as the boys tied a balloon (helium & mylar) to Annie's collar, and she was running around trying to get it off. Then she jumped on the bed in my room, causing the balloon to immediately get caught in the fan...and now there is a big mess to untangle when my hubby gets home. (I'm too short to get it!) Lovely. BOYS!!!

That's all for now, folks. I'm leaving this post with pictures of the boys' end-of-year good report card reward/graduation gifts that we bought at Target the other day. Both these items are made by Razor and a LOT of fun.

Remy's PowerWing

And, Donny's Rip Stick.