Friday, January 26, 2007

Now THIS made me smile....

NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION > > The following has been attributed to State Rep Mitchell Aye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...

> >"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


Ok, now that's out of the way..... I need some serious help people. I have a mental block against having a boy. I was so dead set on having a girl, I can't even come up with any boys names that I like enough to use. Your mission, should you choose to accept it: help me come up with a boys name that will sound nice with the middle name of Denton (it's the husband's family tradition that all the guys have that middle name). My possibilites so far are Daniel, Trevor, and Kyle, but I don't really LOVE any of them. (by the way, this message will not self destruct)

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

Food for Thought

Somebody sent this to me the other day and I thought it was too great not to share. Even if you don't believe in God, I promise this story will get to you.

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

Pregancy Sucks

So I have been sick as a dog for the past few head is so stuffed up I think it might actually blow off my shoulders. The worst part is because of the whole pregnancy thing, I can not take ANYTHING to help me feel better. I already told my husband he better be happy with one kid, or find a way to get pregnant himself cause I'm not doing this again.....

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

I KNEW there was a reason I married him.....

Lets just say that Scene It is our new favorite game. We were invited to his bosses/BFF (LOL) house last night for dinner and board games - we brought Scattergories (one of the fav's in our house) and they broke out the new Scene It game. I had not played before but had been eyeballing the Disney version for some time.

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....


A Little Something to Start Your Day off Right.....

Got this from MIL:

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,
"Fifty dollars!"
And he'd yell back,
"Five dollars!"

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!?"