Thursday, July 16, 2009

Watertown: Day 1

So, I figured that since today was so jammed packed full of fun, I better start blogging about this trip so that all this information doesn't get away from me.

Nathan had to work this morning so it was just the girls... Loryn wanted to take us to "Bee Creative." It's one of those pick-out-some-pottery-and-paint-it places. I was not thrilled at first cause that is so out of my element, but Mom and Loryn were lovin it, so I jumped right in.
Loryn painted a baby giraffe and Mom did a cute little tea-pot thingie. I chose a plate that says "Happy Birthday." I plan on using it as our birthday cake plate for everyone's bday... start a tradition maybe.
It looks all pastel now but supposedly after it's fired, it will be more bold. I hope so :) So, now I'm hooked. I left there with ideas for what I wanted to do next. I'll have to scope out one of these places in Charleston.
After a late lunch at TGIFridays, we went to the Jefferson County fair. It was certainly no Coastal Carolina fair, but a fair none the less. And at the fair we...

Saw some animals...

Rode some rides (Just me and Nathan, of course)...


Played some carnie games...
I won. Both times. (That's me doing the "I won" dance)...


And, of course, ate lots of food. This is Loryn totally enjoying a funnel cake. She said that was her ride. (Notice the powder sugar evidence all over her shirt).

We even tried some cheese curds! Don't let the name fool you, they're actually not bad.

So now we're chilling out at the house about to guzzle some pepto and watch a blue-ray on Nathan's huge new TV. He can't wait to show us how blue-ray is so much better than regular old DVD's. We'll see.

We're waking up early in the morning to go yard saling... apparently they are like weekend events up here. Awesome!

Day 2 here we come!!!

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Why was 6 afraid of 7?

Because 7 ate 9... get it?

7-8-9?


seven, eight, nine?


HAHAHA


Happy July 7, 2009!! (07/08/09)

Friday, June 19, 2009

My Tongue




Ok. I'm just going to warn you now, this is going to be a weird blog.

My name is Rachel and I am a tongue chewer. There, I said it. Just kidding. But no, really. I am a tongue chewer, for real. I have been doing it for as long as I can remember. From a very early age, I recall my mother saying "Stop chewing your tongue!" And I wouldn’t even realize I was doing it!! I don't ever realize that I'm doing it until someone asks me what I'm eating or if I have anymore gum.

So anyways, I got curious today, and googled "tongue chewing" (I google everything by the way) and came across this website. Seems I am not the only one who does this, despite what I have always thought.

I'm not going to go into any gross details of my habit because really there are none. I don't chew until my tongue bleeds or anything. I just chew as if I was chewing a piece of gum. It does look weird though. Not the most attractive thing to do with one's mouth.

Actually now that I think about it, I've always had a thing for tongues (mind. out of the gutter.) I would always watch myself in the mirror as a kid and see what I could do with it, what shapes I could make, if I could touch my nose with it... and so on. When I got married, Robert noticed that my tongue has these "teeth-shaped" indentions on the sides but I didn't think much of it. UNTIL TODAY! Apparently, this is called scalloped tongue. (google it.) Basically, my tongue is too big for my mouth! Who knew! My brother's tongue does the same thing so maybe this thing is genetic. I wonder if he's a chewer? hmm. Things that make ya go hmmm...


Overall, I'm just weirded out. After visiting this website and reading comments from other chewers, I felt like I had found a long lost twin I never knew existed or something. I don't think this is a big issue, but I could be wrong. I've got other symptoms of TMJ and this seems to be another silent symptom. Well, I'm going to do some more research on this but for the most part I don't think I have a problem, medically anyway.

Bottom line. I have tongue issues… This could have some serious spiritual undertones though. (James 3:3-12)

And there you have it, you now know more than you probably will ever care to know about my tongue.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

What I'm listening to now.



Has it really been nearly a whole month since I've last blogged?? Couldn't be cause I'm so busy... naaaah.

ANYWHO!!!

I usually dread that question... "What are you listening to now?" or "What's on your Ipod/in your CD player now?" I don't like this question because my taste in music is so diverse and I normally get bored with an artist or music style very easily so I'm all over the place when it comes to "what I'm listening to."
Well, as of Mother's Day, I have an answer to that question. Rob, and the boys (of course), got me the new Decyfer Down CD, Crash. I had been wanting the CD cause we're going to the COMATOSE tour May 21st and Decyfer is gonna be there and I wanted to know some of the songs so I could rock my face off at the concert while singing along.
Surprisingly enough, I am, let's say, addicted to the album. Even Tobi loves it... "Play #2 again, mommy!!" Every song just totally rocks. They're very reminiscent of more popular mainstream bands but with a heck of a lot better, more uplifting lyrics. Love em!!


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Our latest lust

Rob's in the market for a new truck. Check out this eye candy we've been drooling over. Yes, I said we. Maybe my new computer will have to be put on hold. I can handle that.



Happy Earth Day


Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Lookie what I'm getting...

WOOO HOOO!!!! I'm so excited!!! I have been patiently waiting for about 5 years now for a new computer. We were blessed with a hand-me-down PC when we first got married, but let me tell you... that thing is S-L-O-W!!!! And it's huge... but hey, it works, so no major complaints here. (Rob would probably tell you otherwise though)


Needless to say, we've been long overdue for a new puter. I have diligently done my research, as always , and have decided it's time for an Imac. Apple that is. Yes, I'm "one of those apple people." I've been drooling over the macs for awhile now and owning one will soon be a reality for me. I am thrilled!


I know it's kinda silly to get so excited about this, but we tend to be a little cautious, thrifty, frugal, (call it what you will) with our funds and with two kids, a home, a huge SUV, and so on, it has been a little outside of our budget over the years. We have decided this year, though, to spend our huge tax return (say that as sarcastically as you can) on some new toys. And my new apple has been approved by my sweet, lovable, always selfless, hunk-of-a-man (ok, I'm getting carried away) husband. Yippee!!!


Updates on our apple-shopping-experience(s) will be posted!



Isn't it pretty??

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Easter Pictures

Here's some photographic documentation of what went on Easter Sunday with the Platts.

(Jack was napping during the egg hunt... sorry Jack!!)










Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Let's get naked!!



Before you get all excited, I'm talking to the kids. I just read this post with opinions from moms about whether or not its okay to let your kids run around naked. Arguments from both ends of the pendulum, mind you. So here's my opinion: THEY'RE KIDS!!! LET 'EM BE NAKED!!!! I mean for-real! Some moms on the post were offended at the thought of allowing their kids to be in the buff, outside or in. Not me! My kids are naked as often as possible. Jack, not so much. He's still working on the whole potty training thing. But I hardly get the diaper off of his cute little tushie and he's off and running with his wee family jewels dangling in the breeze. (I'm starting to sound like a freak already) And Tobi is quite a master streaker himself. Of course, now that he is older and understands that it is not appropriate to be naked all the time, he has calmed down a bit. BUT, he does enjoy nakie-time whenever he gets the chance!! So I say, let them enjoy being in the nude... while they can still get away with it. Seriously, who doesn't like to be naked? (I know there's a song in there somewhere)

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

The end :(

Ending this mini va-ca with a steak from the outback. Back to the real world tomorrow.

Monday, April 6, 2009

It really is a small world afterall...

We're about to experience 'its a small world' in all its glory. Having an awesome time & so far not a drop of rain!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

The cats outta the bag!

Rob is thrilled about his surprise trip to disney. We're only 252 mi away from our magical adventure!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Stuntin'


VS.


You know, not many exciting things ever happen to me... just those around me. So this blog is full of stories of those things that happen to other people. And this story is no different...




Yesterday, Rob stopped by my office to visit me on his way home. He had just gone to the DMV to pay his motorcycle insurance and renew his registration. Well, after we talked and made plans for the evening, I kissed him good-bye and told him to be careful, as I always do when he's riding his motor-cycle. I got back to work and about 2 minutes later saw his phone number show up on my work phone - NOT GOOD was my immediate thought. With urgency in his voice, Robert told me to come meet him on Leeds Ave.




I ran out of the office, fumbled for my keys on the way out of the door, and raced out the parking lot and down to Leeds Ave, not really knowing where I was going exactly or what I would find. (Thank God he called me and not someone else, cause I would have been in major freak out mode by now) I pulled up just down the road from my office to see him and two others standing over his bike which was crunched up underneath this beautiful, black, pimped-out, Dodge Charger. I did say that he was standing... that would be #1 of the many miracles that I believe happened yesterday.




Robert was on the phone with 911, reporting the accident. He was obviously shooken up, but surprisingly calm. (Miracle #2 - my hubby-poo has a hot temper, or at least used to?) Not a scratch on his body, just one on his shoe. (Miracle #3)




You see what had happened was... he was stopped at the red light about to turn onto I-526. He has a habit of looking behind him while he's stopped to be sure that the driver coming up behind him is indeed going to stop. So he glanced behind him, made note of the hot rims on the car approaching him and turned around and relaxed on his bike because he felt sure that this driver would indeed stop. WEEEEELLL.... he didn't. The guy hit him and knocked over his bike and crushed it while catapulting Robert, (Stunt, as I now affectionately call him) into the air. His helmented head hit the bumper/trunk of the I'm-sure-freaked-out-by-what-she-saw-in-her-rear-view-mirror lady in front of him and he landed on the ground. (Miracle #4 - He was wearing his helment!!)




Well, Stunt was able to get up (thank you adrenaline), make sure everyone else was alright, call me & 911, and even shake the hand of the man who hit him. (See miracle #2) The cops FINALLY showed up, assessed the scene, wrote the tickets, and were on their way. We called everyone in the family (you know how that goes) and coordinated kid pick-up and bike pick-up. I talked Stunt into going to the ER just to get checked out because he had hit his head. You know, you can't play around with that!!




Needless to say, the plans that we had made for the evening were put to the side so that we could spend a lovely evening downtown at MUSC, picking up prescriptions, dinner on the fly, etc. Mom picked up the boys from Sandra's and they got to go bowling... woohoo!! We all got home safe and sound and had a great 5 hours of sleep.Stunt even got up bright and early, in a great mood (thank you loratab) and was off to work by 7:30, I'm sure feeling like he had played a real-live game of Madden 2009 the night before. Poor thing! Thank You Lord I get to have him one more day!!! Love you baby!!


Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Whadya think?


New hair style for me???

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

In my defense

I was just forwarded this blog and was told "THIS IS SO YOU." True. This is so me. (excerpted from suburban turmoil's blog. Thanks suburban turmoil for speaking for the masses...)



An Open Letter to Fashionable Single Girls Who Spoil My Dinner

Dear Fashionable Single Girl,

I know you and your friends love to blather on about those awful parents who bring their wild animals small children to restaurants and let them squawk and sling food and run around like loons while you are trying to enjoy a nice, quiet dinner with friends.

I used to be one of you, Fashionable Single Girl, and now that I'm a parent, I'm hyper-aware of your kind whenever I take my kids out to eat. I actually shush them at every outburst. I pick up the food and napkins they drop on the floor. I don't take them to restaurants where I don't think they'd be welcome and on the rare night that they can't seem to control themselves (which, I'll admit, happened one night at Bosco's back in ought-four), I leave, so that people like you can dine in peace.

I'm doing my part, Fashionable Single Girl. Now it's time for you to do yours.

Sunday night, my entire family enjoyed a rare evening out for a holiday dinner. We chose a restaurant we'd eaten in many times before on a night that we knew most of your set wouldn't be out, a restaurant where the owner loves our kids and makes a big deal out of them every time we show up. We sat at a table in the corner, out of the way of other diners.

When you bypassed seven or eight other empty tables for the one right next to ours, I didn't mind scooting Bruiser's high chair closer to our already cramped table, or asking Punky to remove her Sprite from your tabletop. I wasn't sure why you'd want to sit next to a family with four children, but whatever.

But when you startled and whipped your head around to stare at us every single time Bruiser made so much as a peep? I got annoyed. When Punky put a hand on your friend's hip for balance as she walked around to our side of the table and your friend recoiled in horror, I had to hold myself back from saying something to your table that was, well, less than kind. And when you remarked on the baby girl sitting next to you? The baby dressed in a BLUE onesie with CARS on it? I was pretty much ready to open up a can of whup ass.

You did your level best to ruin my dinner. That's right. I know it's a novel concept that you could ruin the dinner of a mom with four kids, but there you go. I've quietly listened to childless people complain about families at restaurants for too long. Now it's my turn.

Get. Over. It. Not every parent allows his or her child to act like a hellion. Treat those of us who are clearly making an effort with a little respect. Remember that you were a kid once, too (and probably a nasty, screaming, projectile vomiting one at that), and that my kids will be paying your Social Security some day when you're living in that squalid senior citizen high rise because you spent too many of your paychecks on Hermes scarves and Coach bags.

Yes, Fashionable Single Girl, I'm a Breeder now, and I'm sick of making apologies to people like you. We're here. We like to eat out. And? We're multiplying. So now I'm thinking maybe you're the one who should stay home.

Hugs,
Lindsay