Check out Idol Schmidol: The Original Fantasy Idol League!
You have been invited to play Idol Schmidol, by joining the Scobba Hawk League. It is a super game for cool folks like us who can't stop watching American Idol.
Hello all! It's American Idol time again! I am wondering if anyone would like to do a "for fun" league through this www.idolschmidol.com site. The site keeps score for us, and we go in every week and make our picks for who is going home.
The first picks are due TONIGHT! If you don't get them in, it's no problem. There are many weeks left and you won't be out of the running if you don't get in right away.
Please invite others who might like to play with us. It looks like it's going to be a great season for Idol! Tracy
Follow this link and use the league code below to join in on the fun
tH1tM5
When you sign up, you create a user, then you create a team. The team is really just you. You create a team under the Scobba Hawk league. I wish the wording was better, but just know that your team is really just you.
See you there!
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
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Sunday, November 14, 2010
More Sammy-isms
But He's Not Crying
Last night, Sammy got into trouble because he was hitting Megan with a Nerf sword. My mom took it away from him. After much pleading and promising to never hit anyone again, Sammy was given his sword back. Not a minute later, Sammy whacked Shea with the sword.
When confronted by my mom about his actions, Sammy said,
"But he's not crying!"
Apparently, if there are no tears there is no crime ... Hmm, I may have to watch my Sammy more closely.
No I Can't
Recently, Sammy has to know where I am at all times. If I'm downstairs, and he's upstairs, he call down, "Mommy, where are you." "I'm down here, Sammy," I'll reply. "But where are you?" he'll insist. "I'm in the bedroom." Then I'll hear little footsteps coming down the stairs with a little voice still saying, "Where are you, Mommy?" It's like has to see with own eyes that I am still somewhere.
This morning, I was working on the computer downstairs when a similar dialog commenced.
"Where are you, Mommy?"
"I'm downstairs, honey."
"Where are you, Mommy?"
"I'm downstairs on the computer, Sammy."
"But I can't hear you, Mommy!"
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't!"
"Yes, you can." (laugh)
"No, I can't!"
The irony was completely lost on him.
Last night, Sammy got into trouble because he was hitting Megan with a Nerf sword. My mom took it away from him. After much pleading and promising to never hit anyone again, Sammy was given his sword back. Not a minute later, Sammy whacked Shea with the sword.
When confronted by my mom about his actions, Sammy said,
"But he's not crying!"
Apparently, if there are no tears there is no crime ... Hmm, I may have to watch my Sammy more closely.
No I Can't
Recently, Sammy has to know where I am at all times. If I'm downstairs, and he's upstairs, he call down, "Mommy, where are you." "I'm down here, Sammy," I'll reply. "But where are you?" he'll insist. "I'm in the bedroom." Then I'll hear little footsteps coming down the stairs with a little voice still saying, "Where are you, Mommy?" It's like has to see with own eyes that I am still somewhere.
This morning, I was working on the computer downstairs when a similar dialog commenced.
"Where are you, Mommy?"
"I'm downstairs, honey."
"Where are you, Mommy?"
"I'm downstairs on the computer, Sammy."
"But I can't hear you, Mommy!"
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't!"
"Yes, you can." (laugh)
"No, I can't!"
The irony was completely lost on him.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Where do bad dreams come from?
My daughter Megan has always had issues with bad dreams. She hates them; she's deathly afraid of them. Every night as we say our prayers, she prays that God would give her good dreams. Last night, we were praying, and she asked that He give her good dreams, not like the bad dreams He gave her last night.
I said, "Megan, God doesn't give you bad dreams." And Shea asked, "Who does then?"
What a good question! My first thought was satan, but I didn't really want to go there as I was tucking my kids in bed. I didn't want them thinking that the devil could get into their thoughts and give them bad dreams. And as I thought about it, I thought, satan does not have the power to control my thoughts or even hear my thougths. But he does seem to be part of the mix.
Megan said, "We give them to ourselves."
I think she is mostly right. Bad things do come from sin, our sinful nature, our sinful bodies ... I'm not sure how to put it. Because of sin, there are bad things in the world, and because of bad things in the world, we have fears and anxieties.
We ended our prayers with reminders and praises for God's constant protection and our ability to call on Him any time. But the discussion, although brief, got me to thinking and reminded me that my children are growing up and are going to have bigger and bigger questions. Why does God allow bad things to happen? Will something bad happen to me?
I think I will talk to Megan tonight about how God allows bad things to happen so that we turn to Him and rest in his strength. I'll guage how much we can get into the subject by what she says ...
Anyone with good books to recommend, please share. And I'd like to hear your comments and insights. And, if you would, say a little prayer that Megan has good dreams tonight. :-)
I said, "Megan, God doesn't give you bad dreams." And Shea asked, "Who does then?"
What a good question! My first thought was satan, but I didn't really want to go there as I was tucking my kids in bed. I didn't want them thinking that the devil could get into their thoughts and give them bad dreams. And as I thought about it, I thought, satan does not have the power to control my thoughts or even hear my thougths. But he does seem to be part of the mix.
Megan said, "We give them to ourselves."
I think she is mostly right. Bad things do come from sin, our sinful nature, our sinful bodies ... I'm not sure how to put it. Because of sin, there are bad things in the world, and because of bad things in the world, we have fears and anxieties.
We ended our prayers with reminders and praises for God's constant protection and our ability to call on Him any time. But the discussion, although brief, got me to thinking and reminded me that my children are growing up and are going to have bigger and bigger questions. Why does God allow bad things to happen? Will something bad happen to me?
I think I will talk to Megan tonight about how God allows bad things to happen so that we turn to Him and rest in his strength. I'll guage how much we can get into the subject by what she says ...
Anyone with good books to recommend, please share. And I'd like to hear your comments and insights. And, if you would, say a little prayer that Megan has good dreams tonight. :-)
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