Thursday, December 20, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Our company Christmas Party is tonight and I'm about to leave so.....
Monday, November 26, 2007
Thursday we went to a friend's house for dinner. We had husband's parents there with us as well. My parents did not come up but ended up going to my Grandma's house instead.
Friday we took Patrick to the doctor since he still seemed congested. Turns out the poor guy had an ear infection in BOTH EARS as well as a bit of bronchitis. They gave us antibiotics, steroids, and an albuterol inhaler for when he gets really wheezy. We were shocked. We had no idea he was that sick, he was still smiling and talking and playing and eating and sleeping!?! Now that he's been taking the medicine for three days though you can definately see an increase in energy/appetite. Huh. Oh yeah, he is 18lbs now. What a beefcake!
Saturday we stayed home all day and my parents came up that evening. Not much done.
Sunday we took Patrick to Sears for pictures. OH MY GOD. HE IS SOOOO CUTE. We had a hard time choosing which ones we liked best. He was so good, and he smiled in every picture. I will try to add a link to the site where you can see them if you want later (I don't have the password and stuff here at work with me).
OKAY - I took down the link - it kept asking for a log in and password so I'll just add them in a new post.
It was hard to get up this morning. Long weekends tend to do that I guess.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
Two Different Versions
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed.
The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.
CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.
America is stunned by the sharp contrast.
How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.'
Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where the news stations film the group singing, 'We shall overcome.'
Jesse then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's sake.
Nancy Pelosi & John Kerry exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.
The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.
Hillary gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of federal judges that Bill Clinton appointed from a list of single-parent welfare recipients.
The ant loses the case.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.
The ant has disappeared in the snow.
The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful how you vote.
Friday, November 02, 2007
The memorial service on Tuesday was very nice. It was for my brother's dad's step-father (sort of - he and grandma were never married). Yes, not my grandfather but I went none the less since my brother's dad may as well have been my dad - he's the only dad I've known since I was two. And that story is another post in itself which I may post someday, but not now.
Anyway, he was a World War II vet - a member of the 101st airborne no less - and a purple heart recipient. A great patriot and lover of America - he will be sorely missed by his family I'm sure. Since he was a vet of course he had a proper military burial with Taps and the gun salute and the whole nine yards. It was very moving and makes me wonder why people have no respect for our soldiers. Afterwards was a party at the local Elks Lodge (he insisted no one be sad). Unfortunately I didn't get to stay long (since it was a three hour drive for me to get home) but I enjoyed every minute and my condolences go out to his children and family.
In other news - I discovered that Patrick does not scare easily - he didn't even flinch when the guns went off at the funeral. And it seems Patrick's "cold" is going away on its own so we may not have to make the trip to the doctor.
Monday, October 29, 2007
I think I may have to take Patrick back to the doctor. His stuffy nose (with clear mucus) has now turned into a stuffy nose (with green mucus), a cough, and a slight fever. I wonder if he has a sinus infection?
Other than that, I have to go down to my mom's again tomorrow for a funeral, another WWII hero has left us.
Friday, October 26, 2007
In other news - we went to St. Augustine last weekend for our anniversary (since that is where we had our first date). Anyway, Sunday morning Patrick woke us up at 5am and we were really tired so after we fed him, we laid him (on his back) in between us on the bed while we "dozed". Eventually he feel back asleep and we did too. When we woke up, he was on his tummy. Neither of us remembers rolling him over so he must have done it himself - but we didn't see it. He hasn't done it again since.
He's also decided he's not content to just sit in his chair anymore - he gets really mad. So we've been putting him on his tummy on his play mat. The child tries really hard to crawl! He looks like a little inchworm, and does sort of an "army crawl". He'll go a few inches and then lay his head down and rest, and repeat until we move him or he gets pissed because he's not getting anywhere. It's actually pretty funny. He also likes to "sit" with me on the floor. I sit indian style and put him on the floor in front of me, holding his hands, and he "sits by himself".
Other things of interest:
- He thinks mommy's hair is very funny in his face.
- If you say mama or dada to him, he smiles so big you think his face will split in half.
- He tries to talk and eat at the same time.
- He has outgrown yet another diaper size (he's 16lbs now and in size 3) and clothing size (he's wearing 6month stuff now).
- He really likes bananas
I think that's it for now. I promise I will have video and/or pictures soon. We are going down to my mom's this weekend, so it probably won't be until later next week or weekend.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
I can't believe how fast he is growing and how much he is eating!!! We graduated from rice cereal to oatmeal last week, and this week we tried squash. He loved it so much he decided to share it with his clothes, his face, his chair, and mommy's clothes too (he even had it on his eyelid people). It was so funny - he'd take a bite and "chew" it for a second or two, and then make a face like he was going to make a fart noise and spurt what was left all over - he did actually swallow most of it though. Last night I finally mixed it with a little rice cereal (just because it was so runny) and that was much better and much less mess. I also have a short video of his squash face to share sometime soon. But, he ate three formula scoops of rice cereal, and the whole container of the #1 squash, and an 8oz bottle for dinner last night! Now if we can just get his little teeth to come through so he doesn't have to be so mad anymore....
Friday, October 12, 2007
Me: Whaaa?? Are they crazy?
Me: Ah geez, the guys got a big enough head already.
Husband: Yea, didn't you know, Al Gore invented the Nobel Peace Prize.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
From USA Today:
I mean come on people. How retarded do you have to be? Like any sane man would not think something is wrong when his wife calls to tell him she just gave birth, please come pick her up at Long John Silvers? I think it was George Carlin that said in one of his stand up routines - can't we just take all the crazies and put a big fence around some western states (I believe it was like Nebraska and Utah and I don't remember the others) and leave them there to do as they will? Then they can kill each other and do their crazy things they do without the rest of society having to hear about them all the time.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
GUYS - You may or may not want to read this at your own risk.....
I decided to stop bre*stfeeding. It was a very tough decision for me, considering all the work I had to do to get this far. Since my son was a preemie, his jaw was not developed enough when he was born to just naturally take to it. We worked VERY HARD with a lactation consultant for the first month of his life to get him to where he is today, and I think we did very well considering in the hospital I was feeding him from a tube attached to my n[pple at one point.
Anywho, I really wanted to quit quite a few times, but I stuck to it because I felt I was doing what was best for my son. Mother's milk is natural and all that..... However, since I started back at work (pumping again which I really DETEST) I have been having a hard time getting sufficient milk and have been supplementing with formula pretty much since day one back at work. I have called the lactation consultant again and tried herbal remedies and all kinds of things to no avail - yesterday I barely made enough to send him with ONE BOTTLE of bm today.
I feel guilty 'cause in a way I feel I didn't try hard enough. Yet I resent all the extra washing, and schedules, and work it causes me everyday. I want to be able to feel proud about nursing as long as I did, but the guilt overshadows it. He doesn't seem to mind it, but I still feel guilty. So, I'm trying really hard to lose the guilt because I know I did well in my heart, but my head is telling me otherwise. I'm not sure how to let go of it at this point, but I guess I'll get there eventually. Does every mother go through this? I'm sure they do, but hearing a few others experiences may help. Anyone have any they wish to share? If you don't want to do so publicly, please e-mail me.
***UPDATED*** I do want you all to know that my husband has been wonderful and very supportive through all of this, sometimes you just need to hear it from a "stranger" whose been through it you know?
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
and speaking of jobs - here's a funny about them....
But first - if you didn't pet the tiger, you can go home now. LOL
HOW TO POOP AT WORK:
We've all been there but don't like to admit it. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORKPOOP is inevitable. For those who hate pooping at work, following is the Survival Guide for taking a dump at work.
CROP DUSTING:When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the smell has left your pants.
FLY BY:This is the act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and Check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and Come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.
ESCAPEE:This is a fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or Forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is Uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.
JAILBREAK:When forcing a poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not Panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare Everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Thursday, August 09, 2007
I think I might be getting a job offer on Friday.....Woo Hoo!
We might be moving.....maybe woo hoo. A friend of ours bought a house (cash - no mortgage) a few months ago and has now moved back to New Hampshire (don't ask). He is more than willing to sell to us (he would hold the note, not the bank so no interest) and it's a BEAUTIFUL house, built in 2002 and only lived in by him. 3 bedrooms and two baths (much larger than ours) an oversized two car garage, nice backyard. The kitchen is a little small, but if we move the laundry room to the garage, it could easily be expanded. The only problem is, where we are now is pretty country. By that I mean the neighbors are not right on top of us. Our house sits on 2 acres and there's another 2 acre field behind the house. We're not in city limits so we can shoot clays in the back field, and we have a well so we're not on city water. We also have an opportunity to buy the house we're in now, but we'd have to get a mortgage from the bank (INTEREST!!!) and the house is kind of old and small. We've been thinking on it for a few weeks now and we're just not sure what to do. Do the advantages of the newer house outweigh the disadvantages (in city limits, neighbors RIGHT next door, we have to pack up everything and move). If we did get the newer house, it would just be for a few years to make money off it and buy some wooded acreage. I just don't know. Anyone have any opinions?
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
That is all.
Friday, April 20, 2007
He was already behind schedule when I got there at 20 after 11, so I had to wait until about 12:15 before they took me back. Then I sat in the room for about 10 mintues before they came in and told me he had to leave for an emergency C-section and to please come back at 1. Ok, well that's fine, if he has an emergency, what else can I do right? So I went and had lunch and came back at 1. Then sat there for another hour before they took me back again. Where I sat for another 1/2 hour before the doctor even came in the room. AAARRRGGGG! Just very frustrating. Good thing I don't have a job right now.
Anywho - he said I DON'T have diabetes, which is good, but that I'm "glucose intolerant." I've never heard that before. They want to send me to some teaching thing, that I guess teaches you how to eat properly so I don't get diabetes. Go figure. Can't they just tell me to avoid sugary substances and be done with it? Why do I have to go to a class? Whatever. As long as I don't have to pay for it I guess it's okay.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Doctor called today to tell me my glucose levels came back elevated, so they are sending me for a three hour glucose screening tomorrow. What fun. I get to get poked by a needle four times in one day and spend my whole morning reading a book in the waiting room at the lab. They said if they are still elevated after three hours (the first test was only an hour) then they will be concerned. This will be interesting. I hope they don't come back elevated cause I can just see my husband now - he will be trying to monitor everything I put in my mouth. WOO HOO.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
It seems we can't get the trashy exes out of our lives for good. My husband got a call today from the Lake City Child Services Department requesting he give testimony against his ex - apparently her ex husband is seeking full custody of her son (good for him) and told them he could testify to her trashy behavior. Hmmmmm.....not sure if I like this scenario or not considering she is the type of person to attempt some kind of revenge against us. I guess we'll see what happens.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Here's my hot sexy husband painting....isn't he cute y'all???
Here's after both colors are on and the walls are done.
Can't wait for bro-in-law to move out so I can start putting everything else up. There's going to be a white chair rail over the line where the colors change and I have little wooden painted bugs to glue to it. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel like taking pictures of the quilt I'm making that inspired the bug theme.
In other news, I'm now going for checkups every two weeks, and doctor says everything is great. He'll be here before we know it. I just hope I have time to get his room all done the way I want it before then. Everybody cross your fingers!
Friday, March 23, 2007
In other news, I did find two interesting jobs and apply for them yesterday, just waiting to see if I hear anything from either of them. Still waiting to find out if I get unemployment or not. Got my fingers and toes crossed on that one.
Everything else is good, unfortunately now that I'm home all day (and bored out of my mind), I really don't have much to tell. I did however, manage to banish all the dust bunnies that were hiding behind and under furniture yesterday and wash every possible thing I could so now the house is really clean. I also discovered that our local library is pretty much useless. If any of you have ever seen a smaller library I will be shocked - I think it used to be a house. The good news is, I can have books from other (larger) libraries sent there for me to pick up, so at least I won't be too bored. I did already read "The Invisible Man," (I can't believe how short it was) and still have "The Catcher in the Rye" to go before I look again. If any of you have read any good classics and have suggestions for me, let me know.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
In happier news, I get to see my Aunt Tammi this weekend even if her reason for visiting is not so happy.
Baby is healthy so far, I think I hit 26 weeks now and get to go for my gestational diabetes test soon. No blood pressure problems or anything yet (which is a miracle considering my stress lately).
Wish me luck in finding a good job this time (if you want to that is...LOL)
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
As for the second dilemma - I finally get to watch American Idol without rabbit ears! YEA!!!!
We had direct tv, which was great, but they didn't offer local channels in our area, so we were using an antenna. Let me tell you, that SUCKS! I wanted to switch to Dish Network, but when I found out they cancelled Court TV (as Aunt Tammi can attest) that lost them my business. So the other day my phone company called trying to sell me a long distance package (which I don't need or want). After I told them no, they asked if I've heard of Dish Network. My response? Oh yea, we don't like them 'cause they dropped Court TV. Well apparently I'm not the only one who feels that way 'cause they brought it back. So we signed up - they offer local channels AND a free DVR (which Direct TV wanted me to pay $100 for). WOO HOO! I can not tell you guys how happy I am! Now if I can just find another job.....
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Anybody know anything?
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Secondly - I HATE MY JOB. Well, not really the job, just the ass hat b(*&& that's supposedly training me. I think she decided the first time I called her on yelling at me for something she never told me in the first place; that she didn't like me, and has acted like it ever since. I'm not really sure what her problem is other than that. She has not been a good trainer at all, and I get rude responses when ever I ask questions; yet she wants to know why I don't ask her questions!!?? I am getting really tired of being treated like I'm stupid because she forgets to tell me things and then it's my fault when I do them wrong. I know I can do this job without any problem (with the proper training of course).
If I wasn't halfway through my pregnancy with virtually no chance of getting hired somewhere else because of it, I would quit right this second. As it stands, I don't know if I'll make it here until the baby is born. I have NO IDEA what to do about it either.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Because I have these and you don't. A gift from The Drunken One himself. Don't you wish you had some? They make beer taste really good from what I've heard.
Because I have this and you don't (or maybe you don't anyway, at least not this exact one). Hubby brought this home for me a couple weeks ago. Unfortunately Dr's orders say I'm not allowed to fire a weapon whilst in the family way so I haven't been able to test fire it yet, but he assures me I will love it. Hey, it's small enough to fit in my purse if I want and it's a 9mm. I think I already love it.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I will try really hard not to forget about you anymore I promise.
Just thought I'd give everyone an update. I'm Sick. Again. I can't take anything. Again. I'm miserable. Again. This is just not going well for me at all. I don't know what else to say.
On the upside, American Idol and Survivor have both started up again, so that gives me something to torture the husband and bro-in-law with. I think they both hate me...LOL.
I do have some pics to post that may make several of you jealous. I'll try to remember to do that when I get home if I don't pass out from exhaustion first.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Any who......we both liked Alex, but the neighbors (who are about 1 month further along than me and our landlords) are naming their kid Alex so I guess that's out. Right now, it's looking like it will probably be Patrick Denton S*****. Very Irish, which must be why my husband loves it so much. Don't get me wrong I like it too (at least it's not as boring as Joseph), but it wasn't my first choice. Don't they say marriage is all about compromise?
Also - some of you may have heard of the severe weather up my way last night. Lucky for us, the worst of it hit just south of us in Lady Lake (not so lucky for them though, I heard there were 13 people killed there). Anyway, no damage, just a lot of rain. We didn't even get the weird thunder and lighting. So, got to go for now.
Friday, January 26, 2007
> >"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."
> >ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
> >ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
> >ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful. Do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.
> >ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes. (This one is my pet peeves...get an education and go to work....don't expect everyone else to take care of you!)
> >ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care.That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
> >ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.
> >ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.
> >ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!) (AMEN, AGAIN)
> >ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.
> > ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (lastly....)
> >ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!!!!
Friday, January 19, 2007
Anywho....he was squirming around so much today they had a hard time taking any pictures. Huh, he takes after me already. My three year old nephew was so excited when he heard, he wanted to talk to my husband right away (not sure what that was about, but it was cute). He keeps asking to see the baby everytime I go over there. He doesn't really understand the whole concept of in the belly and waiting 9 months, it's funny.
Also, they didn't find anything when they did the breast ultrasound, so I guess that's good, but the Dr. wants to send me for a mammogram after delivery, and that's not. BOO HOO
Monday, January 15, 2007
She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?
"The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son ? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair ?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.
The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom ? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him ?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool ? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery ! How about that ?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
Monday, January 08, 2007
In other news, the ultrasound for my supposedly clogged milk duct showed nothing. YAY! I am going in on the 19th for my sonogram.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Anywho - we WHOOPED THEIR BUTTS twice in a row, and I have the feeling we'll never be invited over to play that game again (at least not on the same team). But I will give the hubby props, he was the perfect compliment to my game as any that I didn't know, he did.
Like I said, I knew there was a reason I married him....
Just Hot Air
Bill Clinton started jogging near his new home in Chappaqua.
But on each run he happened to jog past a hooker standing
on the same street corner, day after day
With some apprehension he would brace
himself as he approached her for what was most certainly to follow.
"Fifty dollars!" she would cry
out from the curb.
"No, Five dollars!"
fired back Clinton .
This ritual between Bill and the
hooker continued for days.
He'd run by and she'd yell,
And he'd yell back,
One day however, Hillary decided that she
wanted to accompany her husband on his jog!
As the jogging couple neared the problematic
street corner, Bill realized the "pro" would
bark her $50 offer and Hillary would wonder
what he'd really been doing on all his past outings.
He realized he should have a darn good explanation
for the junior Senator.
As they jogged into the turn that would take them past the corner,
Bill became even more apprehensive than usual.
Sure enough, there was the hooker!
Bill tried to avoid the prostitute's eyes
as she watched the pair jog past.
Then, from the sidewalk, the hooker yelled...
See what you get for five bucks!?"