Shelton Shenanigans

I once sang in a Christmas program where one of the songs we sang had the deep and meaningful lyrics: I wish every day could be like Christmas, And every night like Christmas Eve. I wish every day could be like Christmas, And I know it could if we would just believe. The song didn't really specify what we were to believe, just that by believing, and evidently singing this song with great feeling, we could conjure up a daily dose of Christmas all year round.  Deep thoughts, I tell you! The Shelton household seems to be embracing this theme this fall.  We, or at least I, think about Christmas all the time.  I am one of those clearance shoppers who looks for Christmas gifts all year round.  I actually bought a gift in April a few years ago - and I am not ashamed to admit it!  It's also not unusual for me to be singing a Christmas song any given day of the year.  They just lodge themselves in my brain.  And it has long been established that I am t...

My third grader is evidently learning about politics.  His social studies assignment includes a statement that one of the candidates running for president is promising "a butter future."  I am a big fan of this platform!  In a world "saturated" with  "salty" language and "greasy" politicians, I can get on board with someone who cares about the "margerinalized" and who wants to "spread" around "promise" of a tasty tomorrow.  And now enough with the bad word play, I'll stop before you "can't believe" what you're reading and write off this entire post as a "country crock!"  :) Clearly, I am dillerious.  Most people would be after the crazy week the Sheltons have had.  We've had three birthday celebrations, announced to the Facebook world that we're adopting, became officially published, kicked off our first fundraiser, made a trip to Urgent Care, attended an adoption webinar, stu...