Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Not Acceptable

I know my blog is meant to be light hearted and fun, but today I want to talk about something more serious. I'm sure if you know me in person you've heard me say at least once "Please don't use that word" in response to one person calling another person or themselves "Retarded"

Mental Retardation is a serious life debilitating illness that 3 percent of Americans are effected by. The word retard is defined as - A person that is diagnosed with a mental retardation that causes them to have slow development. The word retard DOES NOT mean foolish or stupid and it is not acceptable to use it in replacement. When you call one of your friends or yourself retarded because they are being foolish, you are saying those two definitions are the same. You're making an actual illness a derogatory term. This to me is one of the most offencive things you can say and it makes me very upset that society has made it acceptable. You would never dream about making jokes about other illnesses such as cancer or autoimmune disease. I've never once heard any one say to their friends "You are such a cancer patient!" You would never dream of making jokes about that! So why make jokes about this? Using the word retarded in a derogatory fashion is just as offencive as any other minority slur. Would you call darker skinned people the N word?

One excuse I've heard people make when I ask them why they'd say something so offencive is, "But I know someone with down syndrome and I love them so its OK." How is that better? If you know and love someone who has such a challenge in their life you should be lifting them up and supporting them, NOT associating them with foolish behavior behind their backs. Would you make that joke in front of someone with down syndrome?

The fact is that people have the nerve to say something so stereotypical and ignorant, and then they become offended when they are called out on it. Well, I don't care who this offends, if you use the word retarded in a derogatory sense you are associating a serious illness with someone else's foolishness. If you know and love someone effected by mental retardation or want to help end this name calling, please repost this to your social sites. If enough people stand up to this minority slur maybe we can help spread awareness that: It is NOT ACCEPTABLE to call your self or your friends retarded when they are acting foolish.


Monday, October 17, 2011

A Story About Art

Here's a story for you

Once upon a time, I found this envelope under my door


And inside it was a picture


And that picture made my day, so now it's on my door


The End

Thursday, October 6, 2011

A Silvey Family Tale Talks Science

Being a parent is one of the most efficient forms of time travel currently known to man. Not only does it speed time up so dramatically where an entire year can go by in a blink of an eye and suddenly your child is walking, and talking, and running, and jumping, it has this funny way of slowing time down to a stand still when ever you take your children somewhere where they have to sit down, and shut up.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Scruby, Scruby, Scruby Rinse!"







Isn't this just the cutest little helper boy you've ever seen?

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Intervention

While Sarah Was Looking For A Drink To Take Her Medicine With
"Mommy can I have some of your water please? I just need a sip to take my drugs." Sarah Inquired. But before mommy had the chance to respond Emily gasped and a look of horror colored her expression.

"WHAT!? SARAH! YOU TAKE DRUGS!?" Both her tone and expression displayed that she was appalled by Sarah's potential behavior.

"Just say "No" Sarah" Daddy said between giggles.

"Why didn't you say no? Why Sarah?"


THE END

Saturday, August 20, 2011

What's In Your Soul?

While Eating Dinner Together One Evening

Guest staring Hannah Campbell


"Hey Michael can you sing your song for mommy?" Daddy asked him while we were all gathered at the dinner table.

"Why?" He asked, dragging out the "Y" sound so what he really said was "Whyyyyyy?"

"Because I think Mommy will love your song." Daddy said trying to nudge him to sing by using an over dramatic tone.

"But I can't!" He said looking shy and distressed.

"Why not?" Daddy implored growing a tad impatient.

"'Cause every one will see it!" He said hiding his face in his hands.

"What if we all close our eyes?" Mommy suggested. "Then no one can see."

"Ok..." He agreed reluctantly.

Everyone proceeded to cover their eyes and turn their heads away. "What about now?" Mommy asked.

He began to hum a few bars very quietly then suddenly, "NO! I can still see Hannah and Emily!" He cried, disturbed by their lack of respect of his privacy.

"Ok, ok how about you cover your eyes like this." Mommy suggested further, showing him how to cover his eyes with both his hands. "Better?" She inquired.

"Ok. Now I can sing." He began to hum quietly and slowly the words grew more and more distinct.

"I've got Starbucks and some chocolate. I've got Starbucks and some Starbucks. I've got Starbucks and some chocolate in my soul!" He sang out the last line triumphantly to a round of applause.

"COVER YOUR EYES!"



THE END

Friday, August 12, 2011

Not Happening

While I was Walking Down the Hall I happened Across This Conversation



"Daddy, when I grow up can I change my name to Tabitha?" Lexie asked in her most convincing voice.

"No."

"Why not?" She asked in a much more whiny tone.

"Because that's just not happening."

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A Crazy Face To Make Your Tuesday

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Sweet Cheeks

While Walking To Our Campsite In Yosemite

Michael, Daddy and I were walking back to our tent after a long bus ride around the park when Michael seemed too tired to keep walking.

"Daddy," he said "Can I please hold your hand?" He asked looking rather pathetic and exhausted.

"I can't hold your hand buddy. I'm carrying all these bags. How about you hold Ashley's hand." He suggested as an alternative.

I offered him my hand which he gladly took.

"Thanks for holding my hand sweet cheeks." he said and we trudged on.

Friday, May 27, 2011

A Crazy Face To Make Your Week-End


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Lexie Did Something Cute Last Sunday

While We Were At Church On Sunday


On Sunday I felt like dieing instead of going to church.

I was in the back of church getting a sip of water to try and stop coughing. I was in the back for about two minutes when Lexie came back to check on me.

"Are you ok?" She asked her face colored with concern and her hands hiding something behind her back.

"Oh I'm fine, I'm just getting a sip of water." I said with a little smile on my face. I was flattered that she came to check on me.

"Well ok. But I made you this picture just in case you didn't feel good." She said handing me a picture.

And with that she skipped back into church.

The End

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Booster Seat Driver



Michael - 3 Years Old
 
While Walking To The Car After Dinner

Michael held Dad's hand and skipped to the car. As they drew closer he stopped.

"Daddy?" he said, getting his attention.

"Yes son?" Dad replied leaning down.

"Can I drive?" He inquired.

"Not this time buddy." Dad answered.

"Ok... Maybe next time." He said, still hopeful.

"Maybe." Dad assured.

And with that they continued on to the car.

The End

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Ride Em' Son!



While I was babysitting Michael


I had been in my room doing homework for a while and decided I'd better check on Michael and make sure he wasn't into anything he shouldn't be.

"Michael? Where are you buddy?" I called out.

"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" he responded.

"What? What are you doing out there?" I called getting closer to his voice.

"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" He called back.

I heard a loud thumping as I came closer to the living room.

"What's that sound bud?"

"RIDE EM' COWBOY!" He said once more.

As I rounded the corner, the living room came into sight. There was Michael in the center of it. He had a pair of toy story underwear on his head and was galloping around and around in circles.

"RIDE EM' COWBOY! RIDE EM' SON! WA-HOO!!!"


I'm about 85% sure my brother is mentally handicapped


Michael making his crazy face

The End

Monday, April 25, 2011

Poetry ~ By Emily Silvey

"Too"

By Emily Silvey - 5 years old


A unicorn is colorful and pretty
Their wings are colorful too
Dinosaurs are big and scary
Their teeth are scary too
A cat is fuzzy and furry
Its tail is fuzzy too
Rainbows are colorful and shiny
Their gold is shiny too
People are weird and stupid
And you are stupid too












Update!

Hello everyone!

It came to my attention recently that the comments section was only open to followers. I know not all my readers have a blogger account or a google account and couldn't post comments. But I just fixed it! Yay! So feel free to comment to your hearts desire guys! All your support in commenting, reposting to your social pages, and following has been amazing. Keep up the good work ;)

In other "A Silvey Family Tale" news, I'm working and starting a  pledge for charity. For every one who reposts my blog to their facebook, twitter, myspace (lol), ect. I'll donate a hat for pre-mature infants in the Nicu. I haven't decided if this will work or set all the rules/chosen a hospital, but I'd really like to help the nicu and give you guys a chance to help as well. So for now what you can do is comment below and tell me what you think!

Ok, last thing. I promise! I've started to run out of pictures! D: So if you or someone you've worked with would be willing to do a Silvey Family Photoshoot, let me know!

Thanks,

Ashley

Saturday, April 23, 2011

An Instructional Blog - How To Make All Your Siblings Like You For A Few Days

Step 1 - Save your change

Step 2 - Buy a pack of gum

Step 3 - Pretend you don't know just how expensive gum is for such a trivial thing


Step 4 - Pretend you aren't addicted to gum like the rest of the world

Step 5 - Give them all your newly bought gum


Every. Single. Piece.
THE END

Monday, April 11, 2011

GUEST POST!


JACO CHEEKS - By Karly Jaco




While Fellowshipping At The Back Of The Church One Evening



Ashley Silvey, yes, THE Ashley Silvey of A Silvey Family Tale, sat talking with her mother (Stacy), her sister Sarah and I, one evening after Church.



Stacy, of course had to get her Ava loves, so she took Ava from Ashley and invited Michael over to talk to Ava, as she was doing.



Michael was overjoyed to have the chance to talk to Ava, up close no less! He was totally wrapped up in talking to her, and staring into her face, "Hiii Ava, Hiiii Ava..." he cooed with a big grin from ear to ear. We all smiled and watched as Michael's love for Ava radiated from his being.



Suddenly, he paused... an ever-so-serious look on his face, and looked up at his momma. "Mommy." he said, "Why is her face too big??"



We all immediately cracked up, and Sarah commented, "This will be a good one for the blog" We all agreed, and joked about how Sarah's line would give her a co-starring role in this blog tale. (Yay, Sarah...that's two now!)



And that is the story of how Michael discovered, that "Silvey cheeks" can also come on a Jaco.

The End

Ava Brooklyn Jaco



Hey guys! It's me again! I hope you all enjoyed the guest post! This was written by a very dear friend of mine. Well, she's more of a big sister and role model.

Back in the day, before she was a mummy and I was in high school, we both considered ourselves aspiring authors. Now that we are very immersed in life and had to step away from bigger projects like novels and children's stories, we both stumbled into blogging. What's cool is that we both got into it around the same time and with no influence from each other! Karly's Blog, The Up Look, is a truly inspiring read.

She tells her life story as wife to a preacher

 Mother of three

 And daughter of Christ

Her life is a living display of patience and faith. Please check her out and give her some love in the comments below and by following her blog! Check it out here!

-Ashley

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Soul Winner

While Taking Break At STAR Testing

Lexie sat with the children in the grass. All the kids seemed shy and she decided to break the ice with what she thought was an easy question.

"So, how many of you go to church?"

Only one girl half raised her hand.

"Sinners." She shook her head sadly. 


The End

(I don't condone my sisters behavior, I just thought her reaction was funny)

Monday, April 4, 2011

Where The Wind Comes From

While In The Car On Our Way To Lunch


Behold, The Master Of The Sky's

The kids were singing a song that referenced the wind when Hannah decided to ask a question. Whether she just wanted to test how smart Daddy is or if she really wanted to know it is uncertain, in any case it was not  Daddy who gave an answer.

"Hold on guys, stop singing for a second. Daddy, where does the wind come from?" She asked with a look of both confusion and a certain amount of smugness. She seemed to believe this was a good and philosophical question.

"Well, the wind comes-" Daddy began.

"FROM ME! I AM THE MASTER OF THE SKY'S!" Micheal declared.

Well that pretty much answers that question.

The End




Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Day I Went Hungry, But Had A Very Full Heart

*With Guest Star Kyah Jaco*

While Sitting Down to Lunch

We searched for a place to sit. Most the tables had already been claimed, but we were just lucky enough to find one in the right corner. Our group over filled the table by one person and since I had already been holding her, I volunteered to have Kyah sit on my lap. Unfortunately the tables were already set so I had no plate. I was a bit hungry, but mostly I was ok with it because I was enjoying this precious time with Kyah.
However Kyah is a very, very smart girl and noticed right away that I was going hungry.

"Wheres your plate Ashley?" She asked looking concerned.

"Oh, Ashley doesn't have a plate. Ashley is a poor plateless orphan. No one Loves Ashley." I said trying to make her laugh with a funny pretend sad face.

"I love Ashley!" She said and turned around and gave me a big hug.


The End 



Kyah, you fill my heart with joy. This will always be a precious moment for me. Its been a pleasure to watch you grow and learn. Love, Auntie Ash-a-lee


Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Chipped Tooth

While Sitting In The Car At a Red Light

 "What's wrong with your tooth?" My mom asked Daniel. "Open your mouth." She demanded.

"Ahh..." He opened it as wide as he could.

"You chipped your tooth!" She said, distressed. "What did you do?"

"I have no idea! I haven't fallen down." He looked like he was thinking really hard. And then it dawned on him. "Oh! I have started doing this recently." He said as he began to punch himself in the mouth over and over.

My mother put her head in her hands.



The End

Monday, March 28, 2011

Yellow is More Your Color

While Trying to Get Emliy Out of Bed


It was dinner time at my Papa’s cabin. Emily was still napping so my mom went to wake her.
“Emily,” she crooned “It’s time to wake up precious girl.” She said while shaking her gently.
Emily murmured a little bit and rolled over.
“Emily, wake up sweetie. It’s time to eat.” My mother tried again.
Emily rolled over, eyes still closed, and started to pet mom’s hair. “Hmm, this is nice,” she said and pursed her lips “But do think we could get this in yellow?” She asked. Then she rolled over and continued sleeping.
The End


Sunday, March 27, 2011

I Saved His Life, You Guys...

While Camping Out In The Trailer


Daniel and I were sharing a mattress on the floor. He had been sleeping for an hour or so, but I was having trouble drifting off. My eyes were getting heavy when suddenly Daniel rolled over and sat up, startled in his sleep.
“Ashley! I need your help!” He said in a shaky voice
“What’s wrong? Are you twisted in your sleeping bag?” I asked as I began to rearrange his pillow and bag.
“Ashley!” He said in an aggravated tone, “I need your help!”
“What do you need buddy?”  I asked again. He seemed like he didn’t hear me.
“Ash-a-ley!”  he growled a little bit, “I am stuck in the snow! I need your help!” He said a little panicky toward the end.
It was then I realized he was still asleep. I picked him up a little bit and then set him back down again. He rolled over, muttered “Thanks. Thanks soo much, Ashley,” then resumed snoring right where he left off.
The End


Saturday, March 26, 2011

Do something funny ok?

While sitting in my room discussing my blog

"How come I'm never in your blog?" Sarah asked.

"Because you're never doing anything funny or cute." I replied in a teasing tone.

"Well I want to be in your blog. What do I have to do?" She asked with a very serious expression coloring her face.

"Be funnier." I said as I shrugged.

"Ok."

The End

Turns out, I actually thought this was pretty funny. So Sarah, I am pleased to inform you, you are now in my blog. Congratulations :) 

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Thingy

While sitting in the living room



Emy flounced down the stairs carrying an empty water bottle. “Ash-a-ley! I need your heeeeelp!” She shouted, even though I was only five feet away from her.
“What do you need Em?” I asked, more amused than annoyed by her utter ridiculousness.
“Daddy wants you to change the thingy for the thingy so I can fill this thing with some stuff or whatever.” (The only explanation I have for what she said is this: She believed the sheer volume of information she needed to convey would be too much for my simple intellect, so she decided to remove all unnecessary information to make the process of understanding easier for me.)
“He wants me to change what?”  Her process was faulty.
“You know,” she rolled her eyes, “the thingy!”  She was exasperated at my obvious stupidity.
“No, I do not know.”
“Ugg! I’ll do it myself!” She grunted one last time and stomped off.
I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be the only one who possesses the intellect to be capable of saying something like “Daddy wants you to change the thingy for the thingy so I can fill this thing with some stuff or whatever.” It must be so hard to be the only competent one in the family, Emy. I feel bad for you, what a sad 5 year old you must be.



The End

Monday, March 14, 2011

The Miracle

While making a snack in the kitchen

Daddy looked lustfully upon my bowl of cheese-its and sighed. "I'm so hungry. I haven't been eating breakfast or lunch for a few days because I've been feeling nauseous when I wake up in the mornings."

I looked him in the eye as I prepared to tell him what he had been denying "I know what's wrong with you, Daddy." I said in a somber voice.

"What? What's wrong with me?" he asked, a little concerned.

"You're pregnant!" I declared

"WHAT?!?!" He cried as he looked down at his stomach in awe and wonder.

"It's a miracle!" I shouted with a huge smile on my face.

The End
Daddy

Sibling Property Laws:

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If I'm holding it, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
6. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
9. If it's broken, it's yours.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Valentines day post

I know this is a month late, but since when have I been conventional ;) I like to think of it as non conformism. But you can call it laziness if you want.

Emy and I were standing in the kitchen eating conversation hearts

Emy looked down at her heart and back at me. Then back at her heart, then back at me. "What?" I asked.
She looked a little like she might have to poop.
"What are you doing?" I asked again, wondering if she was in pain.
"I'm trying to read it, duh!" She exclaimed.
With a harsh look at me over her shoulder she ran out of the kitchen and into the living room. I saw her whisper to Hannah who was sitting on the couch. However, Emy's version of "whispering" Is saying something just as loud as talking, only in a raspy high pitched voice.
She leaned over to Hannah and whispered "What does it say?" 
Hannah leaned over and told her in a real whisper.
Emy came running back to me and said, "I can read this. It says 'kiss me.'"
With a smug look on her face she got on her tip toes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she proceeded to eat her conversation heart.
Once she devoured the candy heart, she ran off to Hannah with another one.
 "What does it say?"
*More whispers*
She ran back into the kitchen and declared, "This one says 'I love you' I love you!" She told me popping it into her mouth.
"I love you too Emy!" I said with a grin.
Once again she ran off to the living room with a candy heart.
*More whispers*
This time she ran back as fast as she could. "I KNOW WHAT THIS ONE SAYS!" She declared.
"What does it say?" I asked, wondering why she was so excited. And she knelt on the floor and offered me the heart.

And that is the story of how my own, baby sister proposed to me.

An Instructional Blog - How to feed your family of 9

First, Buy a large quantity of Ramen noodles. They only cost 25 cents each and are very practical for a family of 9


Next, cook the Ramen. All of it.






It's best if you set out bowls before you are ready to serve. It saves time and makes mass food delivery easier.



And don't forget spoons!



Now it's time to put the Ramen in the bowls!




Congratulations! You have reached the last step. Serve and enjoy!

Tip: If you close your eyes and really reeeeally try, you can imagine you are eating a healthy well balanced meal, rather than packaging materials.











Michael likes Ramen. but then again, Michael likes dog food...