Art or Barf Bag?

Wanted to show off Lucas's artistic ability and expression. This came home with him from Pre-School, it is so refrigerator art worthy. My husband & I are so very proud and blessed!

(Frankly, I'm very surprised it made it into his bookbag, but so glad it did. It created a good l-o-n-g hard laugh!! State Art Show, look out!!)

"This is what it looks like when I throw up." 
By: Lucas 10/2/12

Dana Hunt-Me                

Spreading A Little Holiday Joy, No Period Required.

   This is how my story flows, the three of us strumming into rows, indulging in some quiet Christmas shopping joys, without the rest of our boys.

   As Abram strolls, there we were, digging through racks of goodies on poles.

   When out of the corner of my eye did appear but a glimpse of my husband in total fear; I look down, to find myself busting out with a tear.

   For the act that had happened was so sincere, for we should have known, there was too much silence near.

   There sat our two-year-old son, so shiny and bright, unwrapping a plastic thingy-ma-jigger in such delight.

   So my purse held that one special thing, that kept his mind in string, oh, I mean swing.

   As we stood and watched, our dear son try to apply it as lip gloss, I thought to myself, it probably would work better as floss.

   Now my husbands fear has turned into two bold rouged cheeks, and after having four kids I was in fear of a leak.

   I look at my husband, red cheeks and all and think, WOW, he would make the most perfect Santa Clause; and perhaps now, I could land myself in a commercial for pre-menopause. 

   And so what might you think we would make from this, but that Tampax has been the achiever in bliss. 

  So Merry Christmas to all and all a goodnight, this story will once again come to light; when his wedding day glows so bright.

                           
Cheers!!!


Dana Hunt-Me

  

  

Me So Funny - Finding culture within yourself.

 So how hard is it to order white rice?

  So there I was at the counter of our favorite Chinese Restaurant placing an order to go. I was able to clearly start my order off with two large wonton soups but everything went down hill after that.

                                             

  This is the gal that kindly makes her husband call and place the order so I can just hear him speak in his half-chinese (not an ounce in him), half- cacasian (fully loaded with a speck of Viking) voice. And, by the time he hangs-up, I wonder if he should have been taking the order? I will capture the video of his amazing award-worthy ablity one day, I have yet to catch him off guard, must be that speck of Viking.

                                            

  So back to that counter, where I stood still trying to place my order, "Ok, two wonton soup" said the lady taking my order, "What else?", and what happened to roll out of my mouth but this, "and one large right rice". I thought to myself no that can't be, I did not just say that, well, not only did I say it, but she apprently did not understand me (???) or found some humor in having me repeat it. So I said it twice and this time louder and not on purpose may I add; I even tried super hard to say correctly. "I WILL TAKE ONE LARGE RIGHT RICE".

                                              

  Perhaps, the small portion of Asian in my blood is translating through me?

Dana Hunt-Me