This just in, it has been brought to my attention that there is no such thing as an Uba.
I wanted to let you know quickly before you considered learning to play it yourself and went calling around town for an Uba teacher. :)

I searched the internet hoping to find an Uba somewhere, but alas.. no such luck. I was thinking the Uba was a Ginourmous Tuba... like an Uber Tuba. It is not.

Here is a fun fact though, My counter top in my kitchen is called Uba Tuba. See how much fun it is getting to know each other. LOL

Thanks Carla! LOL

:)
Amie

This has been so much fun... I'm glad I thought of it!!!

I have so enjoyed getting to know all of you better.. this has been a hoot!!! Thank you so much to all of you who took the time to say hello. :)

And may I say, I have some hilarious friends. You guys are nuts!! And I am excited to have just "met" so many of you. See, if you hadn't taken the time, I wouldn't have ever had the chance to know how cool you are. Cause, you're cool. I'm sure you have heard that before, cause you are, just that cool!!

Good news is, only one person has confessed to stalking, so looks like we might be good there. One is not bad, right? And an honest stalker...I can handle that. Though they did confess twice on two seperate posts. It's all good. Though they are local. hmmmmm.... ;) Love you girl!

I really really hope more of you come out and say hello. Who knows, if we get to know each other better, I just might share that recipe for Peanut Butter Fudge with you. I'm just sayin'. I'm not above bribes. :)

Happy Day!

:)
Amie

Hi... nice to meet you. My name is Amie. Yes it is spelled a little different. Thanks for noticing. I have 6 kiddos and I am married to my best friend. I am a sugar addict. And apparently, a workout phobic. I am also a self proclaimed GOOFBALL. My hobbies include; hanging with Jesus, chillin' with my family, keeping up with my bloggy peeps, and learning to play the Uba.(not really, but made you do a double take. not that there is anything wrong with playing the UBA.. I just think I quite possibly could be swallowed by an Uba..)

So now that I have introduced myself, how about you tell me a little bit about you?

Maybe you play the Uba, or not. Tell me what instrument you might play if you played one.

Where do you live(donde es su casa? ... didn't know I spoke another language did you? Might have told you that if I knew you? btw- anyone speak Spanish? Did I get that right? Is that even Spanish?)

Tell me about your family? Are you in the process of adopting?

Do you have any good recipes that require massive amounts of sugar?

I started this blog for family and for friends that I had met during the adoption process. I took a peek at my statistics the other day, and I would like to make sure I don't have any stalkers. Because I don't have that many friends,.. well yet. Once you introduce yourself, I plan to put you on that list. Unless you are a stalker. Then we cannot be friends. This is non negotiable.


So please, if you don't mind, take a moment to introduce yourself. You can leave a comment, and I won't even post it. And I promise I won't bite. (well, unless you are holding some delectable sugary delight in your hand, I might try to sneak a bite when you are not looking, and inadvertently knick you with my choppers. But you are safe if it is peanut butter fudge, cause I am peanut butter fudged out from this week. see, so much we don't know about each other.)

Looking forward to getting to know you better!!

:)
Amie

**EDITED-My Husband suggested I make sure that you all know that I am not concerened that anyone is stalking me...LOL. If you have been following my blog for a while, you are laughing right now, because you know better. But what if you are new. And this is the first post you come across. You might be scared to visit again.LOL. My point was, I have alot of visiters that I don't know yet. And I'd like to get to know you. Would love to visit your blog. And if you are a regular visitor and I know you, you don't need to leave a comment, you big goofballs. So take a moment to say hi and y'all come back now, ya hear.
*UNLESS, you ARE a stalker. This is not permission to stalk. So please, don't.

and other friends and their friends, and so on and so on, and anyone who is encouraged by these songs.

So when I was having some reflective time last night, I was trying to find an encouraging word for a friend. God gave me this... Wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but most likely it will be what you need. He knows best.

But I also thought this was appropriate as well. I know this video is long, but I think the message is worth it.


Hugs~
Amie

LOOPHOLE:


Dilema: Mom said I couldn't have a drink of her pop... and Dad said you couldn't have a drink of his....

Brilliant Solution: How 'bout you drink Mom's pop and I will drink Dad's.
















We are too clever for our own good...





oh... HELLO!!!



Technically, we aren't breaking your rules.








Man... we are so good together.

My sis came up with the idea to put the pics and ages on the side bar..

Thanks Peej-

:)
Amie

Eau de TOILET...

So last night I was getting ready for BIG fun in our house. I told all of the kiddos they could camp out in our room with us.(Do not try this at home) While I was setting up the blankets and stuffed animals in the kids "districts", I see Jeff walk by with THE PLUNGER.

In our house, Jeff is PLUNGER MAN. I do not want to touch that thing, see the thing, think about where it is going or where it has been. I keep my distance.

So whenever I see him pass by with "IT" , I run and hide.

Apperently there was a "situation" in the kids bathroom upstairs. As there often is around bed time when you have 6 little people emptying their tanks for the night, 3 of which have a not-so- secret obsession with toilet paper and whom have short attention spans when it comes to remembering to flush. Apparently, it was pretty bad. Almost an overflow situation.

So I was hiding under the covers, I mean waiting patiently for the kiddos to run on in so we can play a game and little Hannah finds me under the covers. She comes under to hide with me. Then we come out and do a few rounds of the tickle bug and laugh a lot and exchange tons of hugs and kisses.

As I am laying there, I feel like I am going to throw up as the stench from the "situation" in the bathroom is overwhelming. I cannot get it out of my nose. But I have a very exagerated sense of smell so this does not surprise me. I am thinking about using it somehow to make money to send my children to college. Any ideas? E-mail me. (I do not want to smell armpits)

Katie finishes brushing her teeth and she comes in to join Hannah and me. After laying there for about 30 seconds, she leans over to give Hannah a hug and proclaims...

"Hannah smells like the toilet!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I lean over to take a quick wiff and sure enough, I almost pass out from the stench. She indeed does smell like TOILET.

Katie and I start laughing hysterically and Allie and Grace come running in to find out what the fun is all about.

When I told them that Katie and mommy thought Hannah smelled like toilet, Alli says...

"Oh yeah. That's cause she stuck her hand in the toilet. And smelled it. And wiped it on her arms. And on her cheek. And wiped it on her shirt. That is why she smells like toilet. Kinda yucky if you ask me."

Needless to say she was wisked away to be cleaned off... so was I .

A Valentines Day Quote from Allie:

scence: Valentines dumped all over the kitchen floor from her Valentines Day Party at school. Empty candy wrappers thrown everywhere. Allie leafing through them all wtih chocolate covered hands, amazement and awe all over her face.


Well , okay then. Howdy partner!!!!


:)
Amie

YOU

(I really do.)

:) Amie

ummm... Thanks Colleen. Seriously. Thanks. I want to send you a big ol' gift basket of love. LOL. :)


So, I guess I have been TAGGED. (Why Colleen, Why???)And I need to subject you to 7 boring facts about myself. I apologize in advance.

I am too list 7 strange/weird things you may not know about me. The rules are to link the person who sent this to you and leave a comment on their blog so their readers can visit yours. Post the rules on your blog.Share 7 strange/weird facts about yourself. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post, linking their blog. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Here we go:

1. I am afraid of public speaking. It might have something to do with the fact that in 4th grade, I might have mortified myself during a speech in front of my class. Before the speech, I snuck off to go to the restroom, as I REALLY had to GO! I guess my teacher thought I was going off to socialize and she reprimand me. She sent me back to class before I had a chance to go. Needless to say I gave them a little more than my oral presentation. I decided to try to tackle my fear in college by taking a public speaking class. (Dr. Phil would be so proud) For my persuasive speech, I chose to speak AGAINST animal testing. My professor stood at the back of the room and huffed and rolled her eyes the whole time. Turns out my professor took GREAT offense to my speech because her daughter was attacked by her neighbors dog(I know, sad. But she is okay). She took the opportunity to rip into me, and I mean RIP. Good times. Good times. I'm a survivor peeps.

2. I hate when people "BOO" at sporting events. I feel bad for the people being BOO'd and for their family. Jeff used to be a boo'er. But he has heard me one too many times at sporting events, reminding him that their mom or sister could be sitting behind us, and it might hurt their feelings. Yes, I might be stuck in Junior High..Don't care. He no longer BOO's. Maybe in private. And yes, they can hear you when you BOO through the t.v. My point? ENCOURAGE, don't DISCOURAGE PEEPS! Just say no to "BOO"!

3. I made my t.v. debut in college on the Jenny Jones show. NO, I was not my brother's mother. I was in the audience for a taping of a show about "cheaters and the women who can't leave them." You know, back in the day when tv was changing lives. I stood up to impart my sage advice that was sure to make her see the error of her ways... I told her she was beautiful and she could get anyone she wanted.. (or something to that effect), and then I called him an idiot. On National telivision. (Given my fear of public speaking, and my fear of hurting peoples feelings, I must have really thought this guy was a dud. or I was possessed) Nice, eh? My parents were so proud, I'm sure.

4. When I was 17, one of my best friends was an aspiring singer. She was being "managed" by the manager of a major boy band at the time(If you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you,LOL. I might have had a crush on them and met the manager when I was stalkin...I mean following their careers) They had two girls and needed a third. One day she called me with the manager and he asked me to be in the band. I can see why. I could not sing. I had no sex appeal, and kermit the frog had more rythm than me. Recipe for BIG SUCCESS!!(can we say scam...) I chose college instead. I think the manager guy might be in the big house.

5. I tried smoking ONCE in college. Not because I thought it was cool. AT ALL! My mom had picked up the NASTY habit again after having quit for several years(sorry to offend if you smoke). I came up with this BRILLIANT plan that if I learned how to smoke, and did it in front of her, she would be so disgusted, she would want to quit. I could use the old" I'll quit if you quit." So I had a friend "teach" me how to hold the cigarette so I could look like I knew what I was doing. What an idiot. I could not even stand to hold it, or breath it in. I inhaled once. Almost died. Never again. Didn't even make it through 1/4 of a cigarette. Might have gotten a bump in my mouth about a week later and thought I had developed oral cancer from my smoking habit. I am just that paranoid. My mom did finally kick the NASTY habit(again, my apologies to the smokers)..... so maybe my one inhale 400 miles away and close brush with oral cancer did the trick.

6. The sound of styrofoam makes me cringe. If my children get a present, they do a styrofoam check for me. They will warn me and tell me to cover my ears and take the box into the next room to extract the offender. I also can't stand cotton balls. DESPISE them. Can't touch them. Can't look at them. It is making me sick thinking about them. Aren't you glad you asked?

7. I have only just recently discovered, at the young age of 30 something, that you can have a personal relationship with Jesus. I have always known about him, but never knew that I could know him intimatly. So although I have called myself a Christian my whole life, I consider myself young in my walk with the Lord. It has been life changing. If anyone out there is considering accepting Jesus into your heart, but you don't know how to go about it, shoot me an e-mail. I would love nothing more than to get you started on your walk.

Now the hard part is finding people who have not been tagged. We know the same peeps.

I am so sorry friends:

1. Lisa

2. Jen

3. Stefanie

4. Terrye

5. Kerri

6. JoAnn

7. Kristen

:)

Amie

On the chance to help bring little Shepherd home.!!!!

THE "CAMERA GIVEAWAY/DONATION/ KINDA LIKE A RAFFLE BUT NOT REALLY -THINGY" endsFebruary 14th... That means you only have 2 more days to participate....

I know you want to help out. I know you do. And I know you will be sad when you see that they have reached their goal and you missed out on being able to be a part of it all.
It's like being invited to a party, but you were too tired so you passed, and it turned out to be the party of the century... and then you felt bad cause you didn't go... and then you throw a pity party for yourself, and then you eat a gallon of ice cream all by yourself because no one else could come over to your pity party cause they are all still reveling in excitement from the cool party.. Ya know? or something like that...

Don't miss out is what I am saying, I don't want you to be sad if you are left out...

The good news is when they reach their goal you will be so overcome with Joy that he is that much closer to coming home to his family, that you will forget you were sad. You will be okay.

But still, wouldn't it be DA BOMB to do something that could help bring a family together?

Head on over to Ni Hao Y'all before it is too late. (click on the chip-in icon to help out)

:)

Amie

*Want to be invited to the "party" but have no clue what I am talking about? Sorry bout that..click here... or here...or here... or here... or here... You WON'T be SORRY!!! :)

Someday can we get a weiner dog?

What's a weiner dog?

What do you feed a weiner Dog?

do you feed a weiner dog bones?

What does a weiner dog do?

Does a weiner Dog do tricks?

Does a weiner Dog have a collar?

Are you writing this down?

Do monkeys have hands for feet?

Why are you writing this down?

Why do dinosaurs have funny bones?

Why were there dinosaurs a long time ago?

Why did they all die?

Why are you laughing? That is not a funny question. And what are you writing?

Why do Panda's live in China?

Why do Woodpeckers wood? I mean peck. I mean wood peck the trees?

Bugs? yuck....

Me: Any more questions?

Allie: Nope... that's it for now.


Off to study random animal trivia on Google so I am ready for round two...
:)
Amie

I know many of my readers are adoptive parents and already know about the situation in China right now with the orphanages regarding the weather. But for my family, and those who read who don't know, head on over to Half the Sky Foundation to get more information. China was hit by its worst weather in a century. The massive amounts of snow caught them off guard and they are having to deal with power outages, lack of supplies, no heat, no running water, etc. that they were not prepared for. The orphanages are doing their best to take care of the children but they need our help....

Here is a little exerpt from an e-mail sent out from Jenny Bowen at HTS-
"Welfare institutions in south and central China are having the hardest time dealing with the weather disaster. This part of the country is simply not equipped to deal with extreme cold or heavy snow and ice.The most common critical problems are power outages, lack of safe drinking and cooking water, lack of fuel, diapers and public transportation. In many places where buses have stopped running, our Half the Sky nannies have been walking hours (in one case, 4 hours) along icy roads to get to the children. As conditions worsen, our nannies and teachers are remaining at the institutions day and night. They have given up the idea of going home to their own families for the holidays.They need quilts. They need warm clothing. They need coal, water, disposable diapers and food. "


You can make a difference by heading on over to HTS and making a donation to the Little Mouse Emergency Fund. Anything. Whatever you can give. You can make a difference!!!

Thanks guys!
:)
Amie

Matt-man came down in a pair of pajamas tonight that I hadn't seen him in in a while.

When I told him I liked his pj's his response was...

"oh, yeah. thanks. And these are fireproof. Remember?" (he is refering to the fireproof coating that he read on the tag when he first got the pajamas)

Me: "um, no. I did not remember that."

Matt-man: "Yup, well they are. They will probably just turn black or something."


*note to self- might want to do an inventory check of all fire starters and make sure they are secure in their REALLY REALLY high out-of-reach spots.

While enjoying chocolate chip pancakes that he had made himself this morning, Matthew turns to me and says...

"You know what mom?...Food is like an adventure in your mouth."

cute- much?

:)
Amie

As I ws putting Grace to bed last night, assisted by her super cool Big Brother David, Grace informs me that she will be having a guest sleepover that evening... In her own words....


G:"God is going to sweep wif me."

M: Oh, WOW, is that so?

G: "mmmmhmmmm...and Dat will be sooooo nice."

M: "That would be nice. Where is he going to sleep?"

G: "In my udder bed.. right dere."

G: "When da moon is out. Dat will be sooo nice."

M: "Grace, that will be soooo nice."

G: "We can' fo'get Jeeeesus too. and we will pway(pray). and Dat will be sooo nice."

Thanks for the smile Gracie!

:)
Amie