Bragging Rights

I would like to brag about my husband for a bit.

Justin is a Project Manager. He has been studying to get his Professional Project Manager certification. He has spent hours and hours and hours studying for this thing. It's really a hard test guys. He took his test this morning and he passed! Not only did he pass, but he is the youngest person to have ever passed this thing. The people at the testing office couldn't even believe it. I am so incredibly proud of him.

Justin, I knew you could do it babe! You are so sweet and so intelligent and you take such good care of me, I love you sooo much! You are the best husband I could have ever asked for, Congratulations!

You can't make this stuff up

A second grade boy approaches me with the biggest smile on his face and says this...


"Mrs. Blackwelder, I'm going to be a Grandpa!"


Upon further investigation, I figure out that in actuality, he's going to be an Uncle.

I could tell you but.....

Photo from ABC-KID.com

I realize I posted not too long ago but I just could not resist.


The following is a conversation between myself and a certain Third grade boy:


Student: "Mrs. Blackwelder, I became a Spy today."

Me: "You did?"

Student: (Walking up to me with a piece of white paper about the size of a check.) "Yep, and this is my Spy license."

Me: "I see. So tell me sir, who issued you this license and who exactly are you supposed to spy on."

Student: "The girls and the boss issued the license."

You should know that by this time I am trying very hard not to laugh but I don't want to embarrass this child. Also, I have become rather intrigued and I really want to know more about this spy business.

Student adds: "And there are rules to follow too, you can't just go around looking at girls!"

OH MY !

Me: "Rules huh? Sounds pretty serious. What kinds of rules must you follow?"

And these are things that really, we should all live by.

Rule Number 1 states and I quote:
"You can't be mean to other Spies or the Boss will rip your paper"

Rule Number 2:
"You have to do what the boss says."

Rule Number 3:
"You have to respect the boss."


Now maybe I've been watching too much S0prano's but doesn't this sound a little like a prelude to organized crime? More importantly, am I in danger now that I now about the "code"?

Where's the beef?

This weekend consisted of a road trip to El Dorad0, Kansas. Ever heard of it? Me either but who am I to judge? I'm from the biggest little town in Oklahoma....which happens to be B0kchit0, but you've more than likely never heard of that either.

Anyway, I digress.

The hubs and I along with Diana, my mother-in-law, and her friend Scott loaded up bright and early and headed North. Why? To pick up the half of a cow we bought and had butchered that's why. Now, I knew that a quarter of a cow was a lot of beef, but I had NO IDEA of how much it reeeaallly was. We have enough beef to feed two families, maybe more. For a year, at least.
Now, if we can just get our garden to make, we should hardly have to go the grocery store!

Oh, and plan on us having a cookout or two, or three, or four. You're all invited! Bring sides!

I haven't posted a picture in a while and this may get me into trouble, but here is a picture of Justin eating at the fair. He's eating pork, but whatever.