Friday, January 30, 2009

Photo Story Friday

PhotoStory Friday Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

My Papa and my men.

Will sprained his ankle last night at his soccer game.

Tryouts for baseball are tomorrow, and he can't tryout now...

So we don't know if he'll make the team this year.

Pray they show mercy and allow him to try out when his ankle feels better in a few days.

It is a light sprain, and isn't very swollen, but he is on crutches.... so...

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Wordful Wednesday

I'm in a 'get the photo's from the vault' phase on these Wordful Wednesdays.
I guess it's because I haven't really taken anymore photos of the boys recently... at least not photos that are any good.
So I looked in my archives and pulled out some great shots of my men from 2005, on one of our trips to New York. These photos are from Thanksgiving, in a little town called
Brewster, NY, about 30 minutes outside of NYC.
I have about 40 cousins that live there, and these were taken in my cousin Joe's
We don't get leaves like this in So Cal, so my boys thought they were in heaven.
Joe was thrilled because his leaves were getting all raked up.

Alex and his Tae Kwon Do kick into the pile of leaves.

No... not find Waldo... find William! And... Oh MY God! My little Johnny. I blew this one up and framed it. He was in heaven. Right after this shot... Luscious, my cousin Anna's dog came and trampled all over him and licked his face and tried digging him out. Luscious may have been a rescue dog in another life. Come join the Carnival at Angies 7 Clown Circus!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Trainwreck TV Monday... The Bachelor... no Deanna... again

Monday Night, on ABC, DID NOT disappoint...
This weeks episode was thrilling... I am speechless... okay.. I'm not... because that would be stupid on a blog... to be speechless I mean... Ahhh! I have soooo much to say!
I have a little bit of advice, commentary and okay, cattyness and unabashed "not so nice"things to say about some of these "ladies".
Let it be known... right now... I am a girl's girl. I love giving compliments to beautiful women, I don't hate women upon seeing them because they are gorgeous, I don't automatically assume someone is a slut just by looking at her... Ask my hubby... I am ALWAYS telling him how lovely or fantastic someone either looks or is when we are out.
Some of these girls are lunes!
Shannon -Holy Crap! STOP whitening your teeth... you have NO LIPS! You are alllll teeth! Two words Shannon... MAKE. UP. Use some. Embrace it. Make friends with the blush brush. Spend less money on the teeth, and a little on some Bare Escentuals "Tulip" blush.
Only $32... give me your address... I'll send you some!
And Shannon... here's how I spell stalker now...S.H.A.N.N.O.N. I hope you see yourself on the show and realize how CREEPY you are when you stare at the door or at someone who just walked in the door at 6 a.m..
Clue: Don't beg a man to do anything. Gives them WAY too much power...
"I'm not letting you let me go... I want to come home to you... I want to be Tye's mother..."
Ya gotta go back to dating 101. You. Scare. Me.
Megan - He canned your A**!!! Ha ha!!! Neener Neener! Go talk trash on another show... like the one with the has been rocker or that one with the idiot with the clock as a necklace!
You are not a nice girl... do your baby a favor... don't tell him or show him the video of this part of your life. Ever.
Naomi said "Ascared" for scared. TWICE! and "LIKE" is not an adverb. You must have said it 1000 times in a minute. Like... I like you, like, and like You are so, like cute... blagh!!!!"
Grow up and use the English Language... go with it... be free to use "like" as the 'intro to a simile' it was meant to be now and then.
Lauren, Lauren, Lauren...Really? Telling him to give you the rose or else? Really?
You thought THAT was cute? In bed, maybe 3-4 years down the road, after a couple of kids, as an "added extra" to spice things up... you can be the Dominatrix Lauren... but on National TV?
Ummmmm. no. I know a lot of people from New Jersey... and they aren't like you... you give them a bad name. But... you are gone... so my work here is done.
Melissa... you are still my girl crush. I just think you and Jason are perfect. That is...of course... until Deanna comes and steals him away... I'm sorry Melissa... but you are the PERFECT candidate for the next Bachelorette! But... if Mamakat's sister is correct, and I have a sneaking suspicion she might be, Deanna, may just show up to give advice... in which case, you are my number one pick again. You are just too cute for words. If I were a guy... I'd be totally into you. If I "played for the other team" you would so be my type... but alas...
I like big, hairy, green eyed men named Bill, that snore incessantly and worry whether carrying a camera bag looks like a purse...(sigh)
Stephanie... you are not 34. You're not! 44, even 54... yes. Not 34.
Though you ARE lovely... you just can't be that age. And honey... men like subserviant women (I guess, having never been one... I can't speak from experience)... but come ON ALREADY! You are setting women back 100 years!
In an unreal, dreamy, southern accented voice you said someting like... "Well, if I were in love... I would just go with my man... anywhere he wanted... so we could be a family...together... always... forever... that's what I would do." Barf!
Even poor, nervous breakdown any moment Nikki, was better than you!
That girl is gorgeous! Nuts... but gorgeous. Those cameramen couldn't keep that camera off her
"twins"... although.. who could blame them.. they are SPECTACULAR!
Oh Deanna... come rescue Jason. Please. You are waiting far too long.
Make him cry... then get on with it, and propose TO HIM!
Readers... don't hate... I know she broke his heart... but we all make mistakes.
They are so cute together... but he does so fit with Melissa too.
I love this stupid, trainwreck of a show.
I sure hope my men never want to be on it.
The home date... would NOT BE PRETTY!
My two cents worth...
"Although this show gives men a very bad impression of women... it can still teach the youngin's what NOT to do... therefore... being a service to society as a whole... albeit a trainwreck... but still... a service."

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Things I have done Tag.

(TAG! YOU ARE IT! Copy and post this on your blog ASAP!) What is this?
Well, you’re supposed to bold the things you’ve done so readers
can find out how you've led an awesome life so far.
(wink,wink!) Here's what I have done in blue...
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16.Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (you are supposed to take them when you ARE SICK? I thought was just the NAME of the day!)
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping(waaayy back when I was young and my fat didn't float)
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo's David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant(it was Burger King...but hey!)
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (No, but I've been 1 foot away from it.)
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie (no, but TV yes.)
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67.Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job (see sick day comment)
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle(does a Vespa count?)
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House (Pres.Obama... I'm waiting for my invitation!)
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
100. Read an entire book in one day

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Call me crazy... but...

Okay... I have proverbially 'heard it all" now.
On tonights news, on my Yahoo site, I clicked on a little ditty about
how a kid, and when I say kid, I really mean to say 'BRAT', had a tantrum and threw
his teddy bear over the railing beside a walking park in Glendale.
When the 'brat' (who is 10 years old, by the way) screamed that he wanted it back...
his Mama and Papa did not hesitate one second and went to get it for the little angel.
The little darling... sweet child that he is and has been raised to be, ran to call 911.
The parents were rescued after a helicopter came to pull them out of the 80 FOOT DITCH!
When the news media came by to interview the Dad,
he was saying...
"Well, my son threw his bear over the railing... what could I do, he wanted it back, and he knows how to push my buttons, so I went to get it, and my wife too."
(insert sound of record needle scratching an album, here)
Out for a lovely moonlit walk with the family...
One of the kids starts to act up, and throws his toy over the railing alongside an
80 foot drop, in a hissy fit. (Heck even if it WASN'T an 80 foot drop, and just over a railing... it would go down like this)
Then demands it back...
Kid: "I waaannntt my tttooooyyyy bbbaaaccckkkk... nnnnooooowwww!"
Me: "Yeah? Aww.. that's too bad...You don't throw a fit and expect me to cater to your every whim..."
Kid: "Iiii wwaaannntt iitttttt! Mama, pppllleaaasseee!"
Me: "Uh no.. and it can stay there...and the next time you decide to act like an entitled spoiled brat... think about that toy, and how it was gone forever, buddy. WE are going home now."
Kid: " I want it... I want it... I want it...!"
Me: "Gee what a gorgeous night... too bad we can't finish our walk, and have to go home."
No way in HELL, are my kids gonna be able to talk to me like that or whine like they are entitled. At 10 years old... if one of my kids EVER acted like that and did something like that...
if they EVER threw something in anger out of the car, over a railing, in the trash, ANYWHERE!!!
I would NEVER go out of my way to retrieve it.
Getting it back just gives that kid NOTHING BUT POWER!
I don't understand why parents feel like they can/have to be treated like that by their kids!
What kind of adults do they want to raise?
Adults who were taught to respect and look up to those older than them?
Or adults who know to manipulate and whine for everything with an air of supreme entitlement?
I know... to many of you... I am the meanest Mother ever!
Ask me if I care!
I'm old school.
I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt, that when I follow through on something like,
not getting the bear/toy out for them, IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME THEY DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!
Ask me how I KNOW!
Yep, each of my kids tried that EXACTLY one time.
Each time... I wouldn't budge...
They know not to pull that crap, if they want to prove something.
I am not a trained seal... I am a Mother.
It's my job to do the hard stuff. It's my job to be my boys' Mom, NOT their friend.
I will never be my boy's friend... I will ALWAYS be their Mama.
My kids get sooooo worked up and MAD when they watch SuperNanny or Nanny 911.
They tell me what I would do before the Nanny get's there, and then she does the same thing.
They think those kids are the most rotten kids ever...
and I tell my boys... it's not the kid's fault... it's all the parent's fault.. they made them like that by giving in to their every whim, spoiling them rotten, not giving rewards, just giving, not praising good behavior, giving them everything just because.
I take no credit... I give my parents all the credit.
They showed me how to be a parent... not a pushover.
Oh! at the end of the newscast... a neighbor lady came by with a brand new Teddy Bear...
and the newslady said...
"So it's a happy ending... happy child, happy parents... the original bear couldn't be retrieved, so a nice neighbor bought the child (brat from hell) a new bear."
To my ears... Here's what I heard "Great job little man... next time you throw a tantrum... you will be rewarded.. and who care's that your parents ALMOST DIED trying to get your stupid bear back... what matters is that YOU are happy!"
I am very, very afraid for our future with parents like this.
I hope my boys don't marry a woman that was raised like that.
I just asked my kids.. now 14, 12 and 9 what I would have done in this situation,
they laughed and said these exact words...
"Oh man... Mom... you would have NEVER done that... neither would Dad..."
I asked them why...
They just said...
"Cuz that kid was a total brat, and no way would you ever do that for us if we
threw a tantrum..."
They they said...
"Did someone actually go get the stupid bear?"
then I told them the story... and they said they wouldn't have gotten it for their kids either..
Ahhh... I'm gonna have good grandbabies!!!
In the future.... waaayy in the future!!!
Like after college and PHD future!
Whew... had to put that out there!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Photo Story Friday

PhotoStory Friday Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Ahhh... 9 years old. Oh to be that young again. No... it's not a booger... it's lure for

a fishing pole. Clever use... don't you think?

My one eyed dog Jack. We adopted him like this 4 years ago. He is the best dog...
Look at that good eye... such a cute baby!!!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Writer's Workshop

The Prompts:
1.) Tell us about a memorable blind date.
2.) Other than the birth of a child or your wedding, write about a joyous moment.
3.) Write about one of the most difficult decisions you have made in your life. ( 4.) Share the best picture you took last month and explain why it's your favorite.
I will write on a few Joyous Moments...
Other than the birth of my children, or the day of my fabulous wedding 16 years ago,
I am so happy to say I have had many a joyous moment in my lifetime.
Here they are... in no particular order.
1. My first kiss.
I was 15,
he was perfect, and I was elated.
I felt so lucky to have had my first kiss with someone
I was completely over the moon about.
I walked around in a fog for 3 days. It was our first and last kiss, he didn't live
in the U.S., but it was very memorable, and 25 years later...
I still get a little chill when I think back on it.
2. My first time stepping foot off the train in Grand Central Station, in New York City.
I was 19, alone, and thrilled.
I was staying with family 45 minutes away in Brewster, and I made reservations for myself to stay in the city for a few nights... all by myself.
I wanted to do, go, watch, experience the city the way I wanted to.
I met some awesome people during my stay.
It was thrilling being on my own, a young girl, the boobs still perky, long legs sans cellulite,
not a jiggle in them,short shorts, seeing that magnificent city.
3. Going to Europe alone too.
I know... I sound like such a loner... I wasn't... but I do enjoy being alone from time to time.
I went to stay with exchange students that had been staying with us for the past 3 summers,
and I decided to take them up on a visit.
I spent a month with 2, completely gorgeous Italian men and their families, enjoying the
sights and wine in France, Italy, and Switzerland.
I was 22, had just met Bill 3 months prior,
and was dating him when I took off on my journey.
My Mom and Dad assumed I would cancel my trip after meeting Bill
and knowing he was 'the one'... and I wasn't dumb...I knew...
even then, that we are only young once, and to seize the moment of opportunity.
Bill wasn't thrilled that I was still going, and I had even taken him along
with me to the airport to extend my stay a month before my trip!
I never asked Bill to come with me either.
I really wanted to go alone.
Sadly... I was faithful to Bill.
Yes, sadly... hey! I wasn't married! I should have taken the two boys up on their
offers... but I didn't. I was a good girl.
My one regret in life... lol!
Bill was NOT happy when he saw the pictures of the men and me in Venice, Pisa, Paris,
San Remo, Monaco etc...
When we all went to Italy as a family in 2006, he whispered in my ear on our flight from
Sicily to Rome, "Hey, bet you didn't go here with the two Italian hotties..."
I laughed out loud...he was still ouching from that trip... 14 years later, and he was trying to
'outdo' them! I loved it!!!
4. Seeing how much my hubby adores our kids, gets me all giddy inside.
Sharing a love that only parents can have for their kids, and seeing someone outside of yourself completely and totally in love with your children
is a totally overwhelming experience.
It is truly joyous to watch him, watch his kids.
When he thinks I am not looking, I see him tear up sometimes.
I see him catch his breath sometimes, because something they did made him lose his breath.
It is beautiful sharing that with someone.
I have had so many more joyous occasions..and these are just some...
Thank you for this trip down memory lane MamaKat.
I'm going to go daydream about my first kiss now...
and wear a smile all day long...

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Wordful Wednesday at Angies Circus!

In the wake or after glow...if you will... depending which side of the fence you are on,
of the Inauguration, I thought these words,
engraved into the cement on the walking path
around a gorgeous bronze statue of
Mahatma Ghandi
at Mission Inn Square were
really appropriate for our times....
The first one just plain, without the correct hands around it, but the words are more easily read,
and after... after I got all Scrapblog on it.
I will be painting these words on a wall very soon,
where we can see it everyday.

Our New President... Barack Obama...

today, I feel optimism. I can smell it. I can taste it.
I will not Bush bash.
His 8 years are up... goodbye...
Onward and upward shall we?
There are sooo many naysayers about our new President.
Why can't people look past party lines and just relish in the fact
that the USA has finally put on the big girl panties and elected a
History Making
This goes so beyond Republican/Democrat lines.
THIS is about humanity.
THIS is about hope.
THIS is about a renewed sense of pride.
I just want to say a BIG NEENER FREAKING NEENER to any and all former slave owners,
to any and all people who still think/believe/teach that being a black person
is somehow being a lesser person.
To all those people... all over the world... who are incensed that a beautiful black man
is now the leader of the Free world...
My boys...will never... have never... should never... view people as lesser because they are different from them.
It is not what Bill and I teach, mentor, or model.
I am so proud to have four men in my life that see the person... not the color.
I am so glad my children were born in this era and not the 50's or 60's.
They would be Mamaless, because I may have been killed protesting with the oppressed.
I would have been crossing lines, letting Rosa Parks sit in my front seat of the bus,
having white servants, attending "black" churches...
Beyond that... it really made me ridiculously sad that petty, small minded people were
picking itty bitty things like... Obama didn't wear a flag pin, he's not patriotic,
or Oh, did you see he didn't put his hand over his heart a few years back.
Are you kidding?
THAT'S what they focused on!
I have never, nor will I ever wear a flag pin.
It doesn't go with my clothes.
I must be unpatriotic.
Come ON!
His speech was firm. He asked us all to pull ourselves out of our self indulgences,
and to get to work.
I never want to hear again... after a major catastophe, to
"Go shopping... that'll show 'em"
We need a man in the Office that can tell it like it really is.
No fear tactics. We were safe for many many many years before the last regime,
and 911 happened on his watch... and, yeah, we have been "safe" for the past 8 years...
but anyone in office would have... could have done the same thing.
Oops... no bashing. Just stating facts. I just hope he was wearing a pin during the
attacks... cuz that's important, it proves he was patriot.
This country needs to be loved by the world again.
Peace means love... not fear.
Peace means consessions... and listening, and communication... not fear.
I have traveled abroad both before and after 9/11
and we are not liked post 9/11.
Our military is over 'there' doing what they do best... I believe... by maintaining a level of dignity and grace, in the line of fire, that is unmatched by any other military.
In this type of world... where anything can and will change at a moments notice...
we need to have allies...not enemies, and our military has ensured that our name is kept well, not the last administration. Our military gets those kudos... not the cowards that sent them there.
Yes, I am talking about Dems. too!
This administration really needs to heal a seemingly insurmountable amount of wounds.
He has a WHOLE lot of work to do... as do we.
I have much more of a sense of community since Nov. 4th.
I no longer feel it is "us" against "them".
WE, collectively, are one nation again, as of today.
We need to put aside the 'you' and 'me' mentality
and remember that we are
Let's fix us before we try and fix the world.
We need healthcare reform in the worst way.
We need alternative fuels.
We need a stable economy.
We need our military home,
where they can recuperate and get back to the business of living, and training, and
keeping our homeland safe.
Today... I feel a sense of pride I haven't felt in a really, really long time.
It's about time.

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Bachelor: No Deanna tonight...

No Deanna with a D,
but there sure was Drama with a D!
Holy Psychohags Batman!
Did you see the train wreck tonight?
How are these girls ever going to tell their one day daughters how to
act around men?
How are they going to show their faces again!
I have a crush on Melissa... soooo cute. Kinda normal.
I saw her on another show when she was auditioning for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders.
(My boys were fixated on that show when it aired... hmmmm...wonder why)
Anyway... Shannon.
Holy Moly Shannon.
That dental hygenist, "I know everthing there is to know about you and your entire family", stalker chick Shannon.
Dig a hole, and put your HEAD IN IT! Don't come out until you apologize
to your Mama and Dad for making such a fool of yourself!
Then the whole "I feel like I'm gonna throw up..."
Uh... Shannon... MEEEE TOOOOOO!
Oy Vay!
God I love this stupid show!
Then the 34 year old... Stephanie? The one that really looks 50 with the face lift that a doctor that got just a little bit carried away with the "lift' part of the visit.
He flew her cute daughter in for her... but my, my, my did she just
make my skin crawl... She looks more like a Mama for him...
Megan. Megan. Megan.
She... is a weirdo.
She... is bad news. gonna kick some A&% if she stays another week.
Did you hear what she said during the bust making date?
"I am such a giving person, to go 10 days without someone telling me how I've changed their lives is really hard for me... so doing this for breast cancer was just so awesome"
She did not care on bit what the bust was for.
She needed an opportunity to talk about how fabulous she thinks she is.
Yikes... what a fake!
Look at me! I'm so awesome! I give and give and give... (vomit).
I forgot the gorgeous brunette's name with the HUGE breasts that even I stare at.
The one that was at a loss for words during the bust date, that wore the
gorgeous red, orange and black, cleavage showing gown for the rose ceremony...
yeah... when she came on..I sent hubby out on an errand.
She was too hot for words.
If she stays... Bill is not allowed to watch it with me.
I want Deanna to show up already!!!
Quick... before he gets too serious! Although it wouldn't hurt my feelings
if he chose Melissa. She is a doll.
I bet if Melissa doesn't get chosen, she will be the next Bachelorette.
I'm done with The Bachelor Train Wreck TV recap.
Thanks for joining me on this edition.
Tune in next Monday to see if Deanna arrives!
Until then...
We get a NEW PRESIDENT tomorrow!!!
Wooooo hoooooo!
Bye Bye George... Hello Obama!
Until tomorrow...

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Pet Peeve

Hubby had to work all weekend long in Woodland Hills, so the boys and I took full
advantage of the time and baked Daddy's favorite cookies,
breads and appetizers for his arrival home today.
He fell asleep in front of the TV watching the Steelers vs. Ravens game.
Daddy's home.
I adore my hubby, and I even miss him when he is gone, from time to time.
However... when he tells me ahead of time he will be away...I do a little
secret happy dance in my head.
Mean? Horrible? Rotten wife... you say?
If you had to "sleep" with the window shattering, wall shaking, bed rattling
SNORE MACHINE... you'd be doing a happy dance too.
I was so happy to see him when he walked in the door, tired and worn out of 18 hour days, on a roof, while a helicopter whirred its angry blades at him while setting an
HVAC unit on the third floor rooftop, I really was... happy I mean.
He works so hard so I can continue to be an at home Mama...
then he fell asleep, and little itty bitty bits of mind numbing snoring started to waft through the air. Then the sawing started... then it could be heard all over the house...
even from in the garage.
That's when I wanted to slowly put the pillow over his sweet bearded face,
and put him out of MY misery.
Oy Vay!
I wonder how many women are in the State Penitentiary for killing her hubby
because he snored incessantly.
I didn't get a pillow...instead... I gently shook him and asked him to go to bed.
What did he say?
You've all heard this before... I know you have...
"HUH? Oh, no.. I wasn't sleeping... I was just resting my eyes..."
Why do they say that?
One morning we woke up and I said in a cheery voice...
"Oh man... that was a great night of eye resting!"
He was not amused.
I, of course, laughed hysterically.
So I asked him what just happened on the TV and he couldn't tell me.
So I swooped into his face, and tried with all my might to see the
'see through' eyelids.
Again... he was not amused. Yeah... I laughed.
I don't understand why he is unable to admit he was asleep.
In 18 years, he has never admitted that he fell asleep on the couch, floor, recliner, chaise, outdoor chaise, towel at the beach, whatever!
Every. single. time... he only says he wasn't asleep... he was resting his freaking eyes!
That is one of my pet peeves.
Ridiculous huh?
Yeah.. I know.
That's why I pull the antics I pull now with the sarcasm and the "eye resting" comments.
It's for my own enjoyment.
I am a very light sleeper.
I haven't had a good nights sleep in 16 years.
His phone accidentally called me at 5 a.m. Saturday morning.
I made a voodoo doll that day.
Tonight, I'm going to ask him if he neck, right arm, nose, and tongue hurt.
Hey... I'm sleep
Oh... and P.S. those adsense ads??? yeah... I don't pick 'em. My last name is Shaver, and one of them is an add for removing pubic hair...ewwwwww!
So don't be offended... it's supposed to post things 'relevant' to my posts...
I don't remember posting at the stuff... 'way down there".
Just so you know!

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Blog Book

I had heard a terrible rumor on another blog yesterday that said didn't support Blogger any longer in their book blog making site.
I panicked!
That was the site I used when I made a blog book of the first half of last year, and I was ready to
make one of the 2nd half....
Well, I worried for no reason...
They slurped my blog within seconds and I made a 306 page book in about 2 hours.
Whew... I am so happy now.
All my pictures were with each blog, all I had to do was delete the ones I didn't want printed, which was about 50 pages worth.
It cost me 98 bucks total because I got a hardcover, wraparound style book.
A dustcover or paperback are much cheaper.
I write this because so many people have been asking me about it on my email.
So... I hope this helps...
I should have Volume II in a couple of weeks.
Don't believe what you read in the google section about Blurb... it worked out
Thanks Adrian, for putting a fire under my butt to get it done!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Photo Story Friday

PhotoStory Friday Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

Rec. Soccer is over... and now it's time for School Soccer.

Johnny and Alex are on two separate teams at school.

And they each have away games on the same day!

How am I going to split myself into threes? (Will has games on the same days, for his school)

Ahh. Motherhood.

NOW I understand the need for some people to practice polygamy.

Oops... yep, I just said that out loud!

For a laugh...people... for a laugh...

Any takers on being a sister wife? Without the fringe benefits of actually

sleeping with the hubby... just watch the kids games and cook dinner.

Oh wait... that's a nanny... hmmmm.


Up close and personal.

Johnny had never met a comb he liked. This one is trying to either impersonate Dinero or Nicholson. Yes, that is red spray stuff in his hair. Some "cool" Mama on the team decided it would be "fun" to spray red dye into the kid's hair... without asking permission of course, and this was his way of telling me he got away with having color in his hair. Whatev!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009


Ohh! I love me some Thursday! It's Writers Workshop time!
The Prompts:
1.) Describe your significant other's most attractive quality (on the inside).
2.) Tell about a time you stole something.
*** 3.) Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use it as the first line of your own poem.
*** 4.) Write about a scary encounter with one of your old professors.
I will do 1, 2 and 4.
Bill's most attractive inner quality...
Well, it's a really good thing I'm not PMSing this week,
or he would have been in a heap o' trouble with this prompt.
He has a lot of great inner qualities. I kinda wish it was outer qualities... I adore his Popeye arms and his fantastic mint green eyes. But alas... it's the inner qualities.
Let's see... let's see...
Shall I go deep and talk about how loyal, loving and spiritual he is?
Or... shall I go shallow and talk about how he loves to buy me stuff.
Shallow it is!!!
That man loves to buy me stuff. Jewelry, gift cards, furniture, you name it.
It truly gives him pleasure to see me get all giddy over something new.
Ladies... before you get all hot and bothered at the prospect of having everything you want
(within reason), let me tell you it can be a blessing and a curse.
As we have gotten older, he has gotten a lot better about not spending money we don't have.
In the last 1o years, we have really come to love saving money up and buying things we need over things we want.
It wasn't always the case... young... stupid... instant gratification fiends... you get the picture...
But I digress...
A couple years ago, my BEST FRIEND had an affair with our son's (her's and mine) baseball coach. We are no longer friends at all... not because of the affair... but BECAUSE SHE HAD HER AFFAIR WITH HIM IN MY HOME WHILE MY FAMILY AND I WERE VACATIONING IN ITALY FOR THE MONTH OF AUGUST!... yeah... I sure know how to pick friends... huh?
ANYWAY... I was so distraught, torn up, sad, and bewildered... that dear, sweet Bill, handed me a large sum of money, and told me to go shop the sadness away.
Does he know me... or does he know me!
It worked in the short term...
I realize now, that it is a temporay high.
I have had to make sure and use his power and willingness to give for good and not evil.
I have actually made him kinda stop doing it.
I didn't want to end up in the poor house one day.
I know... I am so stupid.
But he is just very generous.
Now that we are completely debt free, he sees the reasoning.
Every once in a while, I let him go nuts on a shopping spree for me...
He so loves to give... that man.
You hate me now don't you...
I knew this one would not win me friends.
I also know there are an awful LOT of husbands out there just like my Bill... so
don't hate... you know you get what you want and desire too.
Admit it.
I used to attend a private Catholic School. I hated every second of it, and was very mischievious, thinking the more trouble I got into, the faster my Mama would take me out.
It didn't work.
I once stole one of my Nun/teacher's habit from the Rectory.
I got so spooked, thinking God would strike me dead with a lightening bolt, I hid it when I heard someone coming down the hall. I shoved it behind a wall vent.
I was 11.
When I was about 20, I was shopping at Mervyns one day, and a lady approached me and gave me a big hug and asked how I was doing. I didn't know who she was. She told me her name WAS Sister Timothy, but was really Sandra.
Then it dawned on me. This was the NUN I pilfered the habit from...
I confessed right then and there. She had always wondered how her habit ended up where it was, and who had done it. She told me she always felt a kinship with me because we shared the same name.
Then she asked why I did it.
I wasn't sure then, and I'm still not sure it was anything more than just to see what it would be/feel/look like.
Yes, I lied and told her I had felt a kinship too.
I am sooo going to hell.
Scary professor...
A University in Florida... 1986, Prof. Diore
Told me my term paper was at his place... to come by and get it around 6 p.m.
"Don't worry, all my students come by to get paperwork."
He was from Ecuador and had a great accent.
I arrived, (with friends, I wasn't stupid) and he answered the door
in a silky'ish robe, and two glasses of wine.
I stepped back about 3 feet, asked for my paper, and he proceeded to tell me...
in front of my friends, that if I wanted my paper, I would have to have a drink with him
(I was 18), and if I wanted an A, well... you know.
Yeah... I got a C- on the paper.
He got suspended.
I'll take a C- anyday over THAT!
Now... if my Prof. was... say... Selleck, or that HOT guy Sawyer from Lost or Hugh Laurie
... I would have an A+.
{yeah, I love the rough, stubbly, bad boy looking ones... just like my hubby looks}
How many A's can you get for one class??

Did you get this request too?

Another show of hands...
How many of you took him up on it?

Wordful Wednesday

This weeks Wordful Wednesday is about how our lives have changed in the last 4 years in our family.
We used to have time to make little weekend jaunts to the snow, or to the park for a picnic.
Just four short years ago, time went by so much slower than it does now.
Now it's SAT tests on weekends, and tournaments, and games, and ... and... and...
everything else!
These are pictures of my little boys ... 4 years ago.
How they have changed!

Johnny hadn't lost all his teeth yet...

Alex rarely smiled with teeth showing because they were crooked then... And William didn't mind if I had my Mom bleach his hair surfer blonde, like his brothers. Doesn't he look like such a small fry here? He's 10 in the picture. {{Sniffle}} {{sigh}}

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Will's Appt.

Yesterday... I had to take William in to our new Doctor, because our old Doctor
retired (he wasn't old... just rich enough, and quit to enjoy his life).
Before our Doctor retired... I could just call up... tell him the need, and he would
do it. No appt. necessary. It was awesome.
Not so much.
I have to train this new Doctor to the ways of Saundra all over again.
It took me years to get things set just right.
Now I have to start from scratch.
I just needed to get a new nebulizer for William {and the rest of us... who am I kidding}.
So yesterday, we walk in to the office, me and my three men, and
in walks this child.
He happens to have a stethascope around his neck.
I thought to myself...
'Oh no... this poor child walked into the wrong room, Oh! and he has the Doctor's stethescope too! Shoo, little boy... shoo!'
The the child stuck his hand out to me and said... "Hello, I'm Dr. Crackenbush {not his real name... I like to protect the innocent until proven guilty}.
I just stared at him.
He had a zit.
Zits are for young people.
People younger than me.
I'm not that old.
I'm 40.
No! 4O IS NOT OLD! Shut up!
He didn't have one freaking line on his face.
He had not one gray hair on his head.
I suddenly got Tourrettes, and blurted out "Barbara Streisand" really loud!
Then I yelled "Alan Alda"!
Then I waited.
I swore to myself that if he asked who either of them were... I would slap him and run out of the office yelling "FIRE'.
Lucky for him, he didn't ask who they were.
He said something worse.
He said...
He said...
He said...
A tiny bit of drool dangled from my gaping mouth.
I shook the child's hand...
It was soft like a babies butt.
He didn't look much older than William.
I finally said...
"Your MOM? Really. She must be very proud... to have a son become a Doctor at the tender age of 12."
He laughed.
I cried inside...
Dying a little with each passing second.
One consolation, he is very, very cute.
Young... but cute.
I told him he needs to be easily teachable, or I would have to find another Doctor.
He laughed again.
I have him... hook... line and sinker...
I walked out with the nebulizer, 2 prescriptions for inhalers, and some sugar free lollipops,
4 stickers, and a tiny teddy bear.
Oh yeah... the kids got stuff too.
Next visit... I'm gonna get me an ear thermometer and an ear scope...
you wait and see.
"My Mom loves Barbara..."

Monday, January 12, 2009

Jason and Deanna... is tonight the night?

Holy Cow... Monday is finally here!!!
More of the train wreck that is The Bachelor is going to be on tonight.
Since I hate commercials and am extremely impatient, I have to wait for the show to go
on for about 1/2 an hour so I can skip all the commercials and just watch all the stuff I want.
Is tonight the night Deanna Makes her appearance?
Ohhhh, I hope so!
Those other girls have nothing on her... except that maybe they didn't BREAK HIS HEART
IN FRONT OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE... but I still like her for him.
Who among us hasn't done something really stupid and lived to regret it?
Granted... it didn't happen in FRONT OF MILLIONS OF PEOPLE... but I digress.
Those in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones... and all that.
Let's all breathe... in... out... in ... out... and channel the energy that is the love of the Bachelor Series of trainwrecks, and wish happy thoughts to the
contestants. May they all find the loves of their lives... just not Jason.
His heart will hopefully belong to Deanna.
I do hate to see a grown man cry.
Those of you who think this whole thing is mindless drivel, not worth wasting time on...
skip this post and move along. I'll be back tomorrow... back to normal... but on Monday's...
Monday's are for exercises in futility.
Monday evenings are for my guilty pleasure that is The Bachelor.
Long live Trainwreck TV!
Please feel free to leave me a comment on who you would like Jason to end up with...
I love friendly banter... I won't hate you if you don't like Deanna for him.
Okay... show is over... and the cat fights began tonight! Sooo stupid!
I just want to slap these girls... I don't dare use the word... ladies, or women... they are just
too insecure for words!
I do, however, adore little Melissa. She seems the most... do I say this... the most
nonevasive at this point. The tall one with the little girl, she is scary.
So is Shannon... the tooth fairy one. Who tells a guy you know EVERYTHING about him... and expect it to not sound like you are crazy! Yikes!
If I had a daughter, and she wanted to go on this show... I would move out of the U.S.
Holy cow!
For all the girls out there dating and wondering why Mr. Right hasn't come along... watch this show and if you act or do any of the things these girls do and say... start doing the opposite.
Nuff' said. I'm going to bed now.

What IS that!

Holy Frijole!!!
We're back from an entire weekend spent sitting on the sidelines of our kidlets sporting events!
4 baseball games and 3 soccer games in 2 days... and I am pooped, and I didn't play!
Those of you with wee ones... enjoy the downtime at home... cherish it...
eat dinner together as much as possible... play board games, savor it!
When the kids gets older and want to explore their sport/activity/art/ whatever desire...
get ready to put a "For Hire" sign on the car and paint it yellow.
I'm not complaining... I actually love it, but boy... does it make for a tiring weekend.
I heard on the radio this morning that there is a new bill the higher ups are trying to pass in California, that would prohibit ANY talking AT ALL, on ANY DEVICE, even a bluetooth
in a moving vehicle.
Well, you know now I felt about texting, reading or applying makeup while driving...
but not being able to have a bluetooth in the car?
That's going just a bit too far.
Talking on my bluetooth is WAAAAYYY safer than what I usually do in my car while "talking" to my boys.
At least, when I am on my earbud, I am not looking behind me threatening lives for
"touching, looking at, invading one's space, etc..."
At least on my earbud... I am looking forward... where I am supposed to.
If anything... they should ban children from cars while parents are in them.
That would cause a LOT less accidents, I think.
Can you tell this morning, the 10 mile drive to school,
I choose to make everyday, was a doozy?
Some mornings we have a great time singing to bad songs on the radio... rather badly...
and this morning... well... they were in rare form.
I think they were tired from all the commotion, sports and earthquakes this weekend.
Whatever... they are all at school now... I have the house to myself...
and it is...
Ahhh, bliss.
Oh... wanted to say I got a chance to check out a Fresh N Easy store this weekend.
We are supposed to be getting one in our city soon.
I was NOT impressed at all.
First of all... self check out.
What IS that!
I hate that!
The store is sparse... the prices aren't good, and the decor was lackluster.
Give me Trader Joes ANY DAY OF THE WEEK!
They have PEOPLE to check us out... they hire cute workers... and they snazz up the stores in the wonderful nautical/hawaiian motif I adore!
I hope Fresh N Easy actually doesn't come to our fair city... and Trader Joe's takes me up
on the one millionth phone call and e mail I have made to them asking them to
try out my city. I would be their best customer ever! I live at the ones I have to travel to!
Come Trader Joes! Don't let "Not so" Fresh & "Not so" Easy take over!
We need you... I need you... here... where I live!
Okay... shameless begging over...
Mama... out.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Photo Story Friday!

PhotoStory Friday Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

It's Photo Story Friday... and I thought I would show you my view from carpool every day.

Well, not every day... the mountains don't have snow on them all the time...

Oh... You know what I mean!

Ya gotta love a snowcapped mountain and a palm tree in the same picture.

So Cal is the only place you can surf and snow ski in the same day!
That's our story... and we're stickin' to it! I live about 30 minutes from this one. That cloud looks ominous... doesn't it? I took this one the same day as the other... just at Will's Soccer game.
All is well.
The kids are fine... Bill and I are fine...
We had a couple more small after shocks... but by the time they hit... I was already on
my second glass of wine... and feeling much more 'relaxed'.
Now the wind is howling and it's warm... about 80-85 outside.
We'll see what is coming around the bend.

Thursday, January 8, 2009


Oh. My. God... we just had the Mother of all Earthquakes...
At least, it felt like it in the sub floored, rickety building I was in for Baseball Sign ups tonight.
William and Alex were in there with me.
There was a TumbleTots group meeting in the big auditorium, and it was horrible hearing
4 and 5 year olds scream bloody murder... during an earthquake.
Alex was directly under a big Bingo light up board that "shook like a polaroid picture" to quote a song.
I was born and raised here in Beautiful California,
and I will NEVER get used to these stupid things. Ever.
There is no warning... no foreseen weather pattern, no wind sheer, no dopplar device, no nothing to predict these stupid things.
I was calm... more worried for my men, so I didn't want to freak them out.
We calmly walked under a doorway and waited it out.
It was about 15-20 seconds long.
Doesn't sound like much... but for an earthquake... that's all you need.
Of course... Alex, after it's over and we are gathering up the money and applications that we
dropped at the first shake, says...
"Mom, we are studying Plate Tectonics in school, and that felt like an "S" pattern shock."
I looked at him... bewildered at the kid... and agreed... it did.
I took a whole course in college on Plate Tectonics, thinking way back then, that knowing all I could about them and understanding how necessary they are... I would learn to
gulp...for lack of a better term...gulp... like them.
Nope it didn't work.
Oh. just learned from the news it was a 5.0 and the center was 2 miles from us.
Not as big as I thought, but the subfloor may have accounted for the extra shakage.
I'm rambling... I'm still on edge... can you tell?
It is THE most fabulous place to live.
Perfect weather all year round... I know Floridians say they do...
but we don't get all the rain or humidity.
Oh crap... I'm still rambling...
I'm going to watch the news now.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Writer's Workshop

Writer's Workshop
The Prompts:
1.) Describe your latest obsession.
2.) Ask a loved one to use 6 descriptive words to describe you and report your findings. How well do they know you?
3.) Who was your first bloggy friend? How did you find each other? Do you still correspond?
4.) Tell us about your pet! If you have a weird infatuation with your dog or cat we want to hear about it (or if they just plain drive you crazy)...but please don't compare them to children. It's just not the same.
Has to be and taking pictures and
manipulating them into some sort of work of art
(in my mind)
By far... an obsession at this point... so much so... I want to make the world a book...
and keep it company... I want to buy the world... opps... that's a whole other product and song...
So... yeah... I really enjoy it.
otherwise... I would lose all track of time and forget to pick my boys up from school, or brush my teeth, or go to the loo...'s not THAT bad... but I have done 13 books thus far...
So... the kid's bedtime is now 4 p.m. we eat dinner out of paper bags in the car on the way home from school, and homework is done during breakfast the next morning.
LOL I kid.... I kid... really...I'm just KIDDING!!!
relax! ;)
My very first bloggy friend was the one that got me started... but since she is a, neighbor/friend... I won't count her... so the next person that isn't as easily touchable that I "met" on my blog is
LazyCrazyMama. I don't know her real name... she doesn't divulge that stuff.
She is funny, preggers with her 3rd child, and very, very, very, candid.
She blogs on the sly from her hubby, who HATES that she blogs, so she doesn't post too often.
But when she does... yes, we still communicate.
I have two dogs... One is Daisy, 6 yrs, pound puppy, terrier, very cute, and she thinks she is a Doberman... and Jack (4 yrs)... he has one eye... we got him like that...also a pound puppy.
He thinks he is a Rottweiler... but he is just a little mutt.
I don't have pictures of them anymore.
I agree with Mamakat... animals are not 'children' like some people say.
Animals behave a LOT better. :)
6 words to describe me... from a loved one??? Ha!!!
What've you been smokin'!!!
No freakin way I wanna know that!!!
That was too funny! ha ha ha!!!!
Besides... the way I'm PMSing right now... I already know the six words would be
Hagatha, mean, touchy, loud, brash, & psychotic... and those are the
NICE words...
Those of you who know me personally, KNOW those are just the normal words for me...
I can dream that they aren't can't I?

Wordful Wednesday

Wordful Wednesday

I thought I would pull some long ago photos of my little men.

Will used to let me bleach his hair too.. but now... nope... no more.

This picture was also before the house was remodeled.

My John John... he was so small! and chubby!
I hate looking at old photos... they make me cry so much!
Now I know why my Mama gave me all my photos when I was 16 or so... she couldn't look at them without bawling!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Idle hands...

It it going to be a very busy... no... I hate that word... busy... it sounds so... so... overused...
It's going to be a little hectic... yeah... I like that one much better... hectic the next couple of months.
All of the boys are playing Soccer for their schools. The regular Rec. season is over... Johnny is
still on an All Stars team, and the school season has gone into full swing.
We are very fortunate that the school my two younger sons attend have a full load of sports for
kids from 3rd grade on up.
So Johnny is on the 4-5th grade team, and Alex is on the 6th grade team. Will, is playing for his High School, while concurrently practicing and trying out for the baseball team at school too.
Needless to say... it's gonna be a wild ride after school in the next 2 months.
With three of them playing, and each of them having 10 games, and all have some home games but there will also be some away games too.
I would really like someone to finally invent a contraption that can make Mama's be at more than one place and a time. I just don't know how I am going to do it.
Sometimes I wish I had spread my kids out in age more. Like... 5 years apart each.
In addition to that... I am this year's baseball leagues Snackbar Nazi. Yes, I raised my stupid hand during a complete lack of sane judgement.
I love all the hustle and bustle... I just don't like the part about us not being to eat together as a family, around our table as much during this time of year.
Here it is only January... and I already can't wait for it to be June, so it will all be over, and we can take our vacations.
While the boys are playing soccer in school, the baseball season for our Little League starts too.
I do this to myself... I realize that.
I am a firm believer that "idle hands are the devils playground"... and the busier (there's that word again) they are... the less trouble they can get into.
On top of all that... they have homework too.
Right about would be great to have the kids become complete and total geniuses
and graduate college this year at their current ages... so we can get through all this stuff.
I shouldn't complain... I have a great life.
I get to chauffeur them all around, and I don't miss a thing they do, ever.
Really... no one knows anyone that made a contraption to split Mama's into three or four Mama's?
The idiot that made up the phrase "Stay at home Mom" obviously isn't a Mama.
My Mama and Papa keep telling me how these years are going to be the best of my life, and one day I'll miss it...
I know they are right.
I already yearn for them to be babies again.
But as we are right in the thick of it... it's hard to see the roses in the thorns.
So I will take a deep breath... look into my childrens lovely, ridiculously long eyelashed eyes,
and freeze them in my minds eye... and tell them what a whirlwind of fun
the next 6 months will be.
That oughta be a good lie. :0)
Wish us luck!

Monday, January 5, 2009

Jason and Deanna... together again???

Okay...I am NOT a romantic girl...
I don't need/want flowers (they die){I'll take 'em if they have roots, cuz then I can enjoy them all the time} I don't need/want my hubby to tell me he loves me all the time,
I don't need tons of hugs and kisses, {I love 'em... just not ALL the time}, he doesn't HAVE to buy me gifts for holidays or birthdays...
grand gestures don't do it for me... I'm a simple girl... if he is in my bed every night, and
we talk like we are friends AND lovers, and we do nice things for each other
and we LIKE and not only Love each other... I'm good. I do, however, always appreciate something sparkly and shiny that gets mined, but it HAS to be his idea... I would NEVER remind my hubby about a birthday or anniversary... ever, I just don't play that game.
THAT being said... imagine my hubby's surprise that I MUST watch grown women and men make complete FOOLS OF THEMSELVES on THE BACHELOR/BACHLORETTE series, with all the fake laughing and compliment giving. It would never occur to him that I would like a series about hopeless romantics. {Bill likes romance... he is very much the opposite of me....even though he is a big bad construction contractor)
O. M. G!!!!!
Tonight was the first one of the Jason (dumped by the fabulously beautiful, and oh so stupid Deanna) and 25 women.
I Tivo'd it... and jumped ahead to the juicy parts I wanted to see, and skipped a lot...
(read horrifying).
People... this is one of my guilty pleasures.
DEANNA comes back!!!
I was SCREAMING at the TV last season when she said no to Jason!!!
I TOLD her she made a mistake!
That snowboarding dude was NOT FOR HER!
I really wanted to believe she loved... what's his name... see! I can't even remember his name!
But I just didn't SEE it!
I know... I know... the economy is crappy, people are losing their jobs, the homeless are cold and hungry... and here I am gesticulating about some dude on TV who has the
enviable position of choosing one of 25 drop dead gorgeous women to marry him...
Or should I say... get engaged to him for a minute and a half just so I can read about the break up 2 minutes from then.
That stupid DVR is the wonder and bane of my existence!
Oh!!! What is Jason to do!
Does he take Deanna back?
Does he engage himself to someone else... only to break her heart and call Deanna on the phone at the last minute to say he wants her after all?
Does Deanna fly overhead in a helicopter trying to stop the final rose ceremony and pledge her love to Jason in a flight suit with a bottle of Champagne?
Oooooh... this season is gonna be good.
I have grown impatient with TV and only watch the parts I want to...
so if I miss anything ... let me know!
Call me dumb... but I hope he chooses Deanna again. They just made a great couple... and I really think she loved Jason and not Snowboard Dude.
She was just being contrary...
Sure makes for interesting TV...
Okay...I feel better now that that's off my chest...
Hubby just got home... I can't wait to show him the train wreck!

Happy Blogaversary to me!

Holy Cow!!!
Yesterday was a holiday for me and I COMPLETELY forgot about it!
I've been writing this thing for one whole year!!!
It has been a blessed year too! I have "met" so many new friends on this thing we call the blogosphere, that I catch myself in daily conversations saying things like...
"oh, my friend over in India has a cow and..."
"I have a friend in Utah with three adorable little men, and she bakes bread "with" me!"
"Oh, I have a friend that lives up North and she is an Italian Mama that has had the same experience as me."
I get the weirdest faces when I say these things to "touchable" people... you know... people I can actually touch if I so choose.
People outside the "Blog" persuasion just don't get this whole "blog" thing, and
don't understand the need.
When I do get asked... I usually say something like...
Well... it's like having a pen pal from back in the day...but blogging is like pen palling... on speed!
My husband is so on board with this whole blog thing too. He loves that I do it.
He says it's because he knows my passion is the written word, and I have been much
happier since I started this thing. I have more of an outlet now, and he doesn't have to me my sounding board as much anymore... I can vent with "my girls".
He keeps prodding me to write a book... any book.
So... yesterday... I STARTED!
And to think... I started it on the very day I started my blog.
Weird huh?
Letti started me up on the blog last year.
Thank you so much Letti...
If I hadn't been going with you to that Pictionary game,
I don't know what I would be doing right now!
{Ha! My PC Director would say..."You'd be going with me to Leadership...
that's where you'd be..." } But I don't think so.
Blessings come from the strangest places... don't they?
So... I hope to spend about 3 hours a day writing,
and will hopefully have it done in about 6 months.
If I can't find a publisher... I will self publish and promote.
My brain hurts!
Thank you all who read me for all the comment love, the nice things you say about my men,
and all your sage advice.
Thank you also for not getting all bent outta shape when I have my one of my many
"unsolicited opinion" rants... and for loving me where I'm at.
Here's to many more years of words, love, friendship, and comments...
I really do feel like I know you all...
So I do love ya...
almost as much as I love my luggage.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

New Years Idea

I wanted to share with you something I thought up to do for my kids... everyday...
before they go to school.
Every night, while they are sleeping, I am going to put a post it note, or something of that nature where they can see it, with a word, phrase, loving thought, or one thing they did that day to make
the world a better place, or that made me proud or some other good emotion.
I went out and bought 300 index cards, and tonight, and tomorrow I am going to start writing down my favorite phrases, words, or scriptures on them so I have an arsenal of them to start off with.
Of course, I won't write them all out... because they may do something incredibly sweet one day and I'll have ammo for the index card then.
The bottom of each and every card will say...
I love you up to God and around the world infinity times... Be blessed today my son.
After hearing about John Travolta's son's death, I started wondering... in their unspeakable grief... are they wondering what the last thing they said to him was? I so feel for anyone grieving the loss of a child. It really hit home.
I yelled and said some not so nice things to one of my boys tonight, and I felt so incredibly ashamed immediately afterward... I apologized right away... but it didn't feel like enough.
I express myself so much better in the written word than I do in person, so I came up with
this little way of showing them in writing, so they can see it all day, that no matter what I say or do or what they say or do... nothing will ever shake my love for them.
On another subject... I FREAKING LOVE THAT DANG Wii!
I so hate to admit it... BUT I DO!
"I" actually love it... for ME!!!
I got a great workout today playing tennis for 1/2 hour!
We've all bowled as a family, played baseball, and golfed together too!
I don't play the Mario or the other games with the wii steering wheels... too techie for me...
but I love the Wiimotes!
I'm going to go look up Wii Fit now and see about getting it!
Who knew... me... liking a video game console...
There IS a God!