Saturday, September 29, 2007

To Educate Or Not To Educate? THAT is the question.

So, I am struggling with a decision. I cannot decide if I should enroll in school for spring semester. I would have to do online classes for now, because of Josh's work schedule. Those darn kids require 24 hour supervision...where was that in the manual? Huh? :)

I have been thinking about it for years and even got accepted to a local university a few years ago. Then, I discovered I was pregnant with my 3rd daughter and decided to put it on hold.

However, now, I am realizing that if I am ever to achieve my dream of being a RN in labor and delivery...I'll need to just deal with the challenges of being a Mom in school. But, at the same time, I don't want to over-stress myself to the point that I am impossible to be around.

I know that all my pre-requisites can be done online and at the rate I will have to take them, will take me at least a couple years. Then, I will have to re-evaluate my life before applying to nursing school.

To add to it, Josh also wants to go back to school. He realizes that a degree will take him further in his job and *BONUS*...his work will pay for it. We are hoping that we can qualify for enough grant money to off-set my schooling costs.

So, I pose some questions:
-Can we be effective parents while attending school?
-Will my children suffer by having parents that work and attend school?
-Will we even be able to handle the stress of this added responsibility?

Friday, September 28, 2007

What Kind Of Mother Are You?

I "stole" this quiz idea from Pam's page. This fit me to a perfectly. Go try it for's only 4 can handle it! :)

Your type is: ESTJ —The “How-To” Mother
“We’re the mothers you like to carpool with.
Not only are we on time, we organize the driving schedule for everyone.”

Organized and comfortable being in charge, the ESTJ mother knows “how to” get things done, make things happen, and accomplish much on behalf of her children. Whether she is encouraging them to get involved in organized activities or talking with them about their personal concerns, children of the ESTJ mother learn “how to” succeed in life.
Upbeat and matter-of-fact, the ESTJ mother is intent on her children having the best. She puts her skills and talents to work to this end, from planning trips that supplement their studies to raising funds for new playground equipment. She is happiest when her efforts produce concrete results — children who try out for teams, participate in academic competitions, or are leaders among their peers.
The ESTJ mother runs a tight household. She is apt to have predictable expectations, consistent routines, standard procedures, and well-defined boundaries, all of which help her children feel protected and secure.

Resourcefulness at it's climax!

My stroller came! I am so excited and have already taken it out for a run or two. It works great and I look forward to more time pushing it! Now, with that said. I want to share some pictures, not the stroller...but the box it came in. Who knew that a box could provide such entertainment for the kids and laughter for the parents?

The night that my stroller came, I went upstairs to check on the kids before I went to bed. I couldn't find Bay anywhere. She wasn't in any of the normal spots: her bed, her floor, our bed, our floor. After some searching, we found her in the stroller box! Only her feet were poking out. By morning, she had rolled out and Scottie, our cat, had taken up residence.

The next day, the "bed" turned into a clubhouse.
This house comes complete with two windows
and a door that opens and closes.

"Mom, what does No Boys Allowed mean?"

It has cramped quarters, but they are hoping on adding
a second wing and a swimming pool next summer! :)

Then, the house turned into McDonald's.
"Would you like fries with that?"

Oh, to have a child's imagination!

Thursday, September 27, 2007

I'm concise and controlled and organized..yeah...I'm a Virgo.

I have wanted all my "old" blogs brought over to this one for some time. I like everything in the same place (dated and color coded, if I can!) So, if you hit a moment of boredom, feel free to review any blogs dated November 2006-June 2007. These are "new" to this blog. If you only have time for one, this one will tell you everything you ever (umm...never) needed to know about me.
However, there are lots of other great ones too (if I do say so myself!) :)

Thursday Thirteen #4-The Little Things

After my week of a pity is my list.

My list of the "little things" I take for granted.

The Little Things

1. When I wake up in the morning and find a note that my husband left me. Just Because.

2. When my children clean up without being asked.

3. When a friend calls "just to talk." Adult conversation is reason to get excited around here!

4. When my children are getting rowdy in church and a nice man sitting next to us pulls out a roll of lifesavers and entertains them for the next 30 minutes.

5. When older ladies give me a knowing smile in the store and comment, "I remember shopping with my children." It's nice to know that someone is understanding and not criticizing my screaming 1 year old, my messy-haired 2 year old, my 4 year old riding under the cart and my 6 year old begging for a treat.

6. When my husband puts the kids to bed at night...

7. that I can take a hot bath.

8. Friday nights when my mother-in-law takes the 4 and 6 year old for a sleepover.

9. Being a WAHM. I can bring in some income, but never miss anything in my children's lives.

10. Medical insurance. It's not anything you think about until someone gets hurt or sick.

11. The internet. It is such a prevalent thing now, that we take it for granted. I'm glad that I can research anything at will and I'm thankful for all of the people I have met in "cyber-space."

12. TIVO. I can record anything and then watch it later, after the kiddos have gone to bed. No interruptions!

13. Excedrin Migraine. Enough said.

We are dropping like flies.

The poor 6 year old has succumbed to the strep bug. Poor thing. I ended up with the same doctor that I had for the 2 year old. I had to ask him, again, what that "bruise-looking" thing was on the back of her throat. It's called a peticheal. Some kind of hemmorage thing that can be caused by viruses.
(I guess it can be a symptom of many other, horrible, things. The kind Doc warned me against Googling it.)
So, here's hoping that the rest of us make it through the weekend.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Wordless Wednesday #4-Dressing Up

Chicken Soup For MY Soul

Well, I found someone who has been having a worse couple of days, than I have. I have a wonderful friend who's stress has matched mine over this last little while, however, to add to it, she is pregnant. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a soft spot for pregnant women.
So, after speaking with her last night (well, I use speaking was more of her crying and me listening), I knew I needed to do something. Wednesdays are my crazy days, I spend most of it in the van shuttling little humans to 1st grade, pre-school and 2 different soccer practices. Usually I have about 1 1/2 hours at home, in which to do all of my cleaning, laundry and my work.
Today, I decided to bag it all (who needs a clean house anyway?) and drive 30 minutes to my friends house to bring her some homemade Chicken Soup, for dinner. She needed a hug, way more than I needed a clean house.
After my own "pity-party" for the last two days, it felt good to do something for someone else. Sometimes, when your life is crazy, if you put yourself on the back burner and do for others...your own life straightens out on its own!
Chicken Soup for MY Soul
2 qts chicken broth (or make your own)
1 chopped onion
2 chicken breasts
3 cut up carrots (or use about 20 mini carrots cut up)
1 T parsley
Salt/Pepper to taste
2 cups frozen tortellini
Bring everything except tortellini to boil. Simmer and cover for 1 1/2 hours.
Take out chicken breasts and shred or chop.
Add chicken back to pot and simmer until close to dinner time.
Bring back to boil and add tortellini.
Continue boiling for 8-9 minutes, or until tortellini is done.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

My Update

For those of you checking back in to see if I survived yesterday's fiasco, I'd like to report that I am fine. I am alive. I am breathing. Many of you wondered which of my horrible things was going to happen to finish the day off. So, no, no one broke a bone. No, my house didn't catch on fire. And no, I am not pregnant with triplets.
However, around 11:00 this morning, my 2 year old came to me saying, "My teeth hurt." Now, we were just at the dentist 3 weeks ago for a cleaning and I told them that she says this sometimes. They told me that her teeth look fine, but she has molars coming in, and that was the pain she keeps talking about.
Great. Wonderful. Nothing is wrong. Perfect.
So, yesterday she starts in again with, "My teeth hurt."
"Yes, honey, I know. It is your molars coming in."
"I need medicine.", she says. This is strange, because this girl HATES medicine. Getting her to take her asthma meds everyday is hard...she never asks for it!
So, down the hatch went some Tylenol and I thought nothing of it again. Until today.
Today, she came to me again with, "My teeth hurt." For whatever reason, I took the time to oblige her and look in her mouth. What I saw, scared the crap out of me! I have never seen it before and I though with all my years of "Dr. Mom", I had seen it all.
Picture the worst bruise you have ever seen. Purple. Blue. Red. Black. That is what the back of her throat looked like. Basically, it looked like blood pooling, under the skin, at the back of her throat. Then, on the inside of her cheek it was all red, like a welt.
Up to urgent care I ran, with the kids in tow and got the round of normal questions.
"Eating okay?"
"Normal activity level?"
"Sleeping okay?"
One quick swab of the throat later....and I am staring at a prescription for antibiotics. My poor baby girl has raging strep throat. I'm sure the doctor thought I was crazy, because when he diagnosed her I said, "Oh good! It's strep throat!"
Poor man probably thought I needed to be committed, but all I meant by that comment was, "Yay! Strep I know how to deal with! It's nothing serious."
So, who knows how long she has been dealing with this. I feel like a horrible Mom for not knowing, but I didn't know! See, you have to understand this child. She has the highest pain tolerance of any human being I have ever known. She has cut her feet so badly (from playing outside barefoot), that it almost looks like her toe could have been severed off. We never find out until 3 days later, (because it's up under her toe, where it connects to her foot...and we don't see it) when we find a red, oozing, swollen toe, that now requires a trip to the doctor for a shot of antibiotics. It's almost like she feels no pain.
Which is good, I guess. She doesn't suffer.
I do the suffering for her. I feel her pain for her.
Here's hoping tomorrow is a better day! :)

A Fall Tradition

One thing we love to do as a family, is hike the trails around Spirit Lake at Brighton Ski Resort. On Fall Sunday afternoons, when we are all done with Church, we pack a picnic and take a ride to the resort. The trail is only a little over a mile around the lake and then we treat ourselves to lunch.

It doesn't matter what we do, it's just fun when we are all together. We all love being outside, looking at the leaves that have changed colors, getting some exercise, laughing together and making memories. This is one of my favorite ways to end Summer and welcome Fall.

Monday, September 24, 2007

It's Just Another Manic Monday

Welcome to Monday. Say good-bye to the weekend, to sleeping in, to no homework, to no less stress. Suddenly, in comes Monday Morning, similar to a category 5 hurricane.
My morning started out at 5:30 am (okay, technically 5:40...I hit snooze once!). I did a couple hours work before waking up the house for the day. The usual happened, nothing to write home about, the fighting with the oldest kids to get up, get dressed including socks and shoes, make their bed, get dressed, brush their teeth and GET DRESSED!!!
Then, I wake up the 2 year old and walk down the hall to the 16 month old's room. I open the door veeeerrrry slowly, peeking in, thinking he would giggle like he normally does. But, you forgot this was a Monday Morning, didn't you? Instead, I am smacked in the face by the smell of sewage. As I am blinded by the visible, noxious fumes, I hear a small voice call to me. "Poo-poo. Poo-poo.", it says.
In the corner, on the bed, is a very happy, very dirty little boy. A little boy who took his diaper off. A little boy who took his diaper off and then proceeded to pee and poop all over his bed and floor. Then, I assume, he rolled in it, because he was covered from head to toe. He has a mesh barrier that is on the side of his bed, to prevent him from falling out. This too, has poop in the mesh. After my thoughts return to me, I reflect on what fun this mesh side is going to be to clean out.
One bath, one load of laundry and one box of baking soda later...we are all ready for breakfast. Breakfast is done, the six-year old reads her school book one more time and out the door we go! After loading half of Noah's Ark into the van, I discover...(wait for it....)....the battery is dead!
You know that ticking noise a dead battery makes when you try to start it? That is the exact same noise they use to drive people crazy in Hell. I'm pretty sure of it.
Back out of the van and one quick, frantic phone call to my sister-in-law and she is one her way to rescue me. (Please keep in mind that she lives 15 minutes away...she's not coming from across the street.) I then, call my husband at work. First, I leave a message and then he calls me back.

Josh: "How's it going?"
Me: "How's it going? Didn't you get my message?"
Josh: "Yes. You're having a bad morning?"
Me: (thinking: That's the understatement of the year!!) "Darling, remember how last night you made a comment that you were going to go shut all the lights off in the van, because the kids had turned them on? didn't, did you?"
Josh: "Yes, I did."
Me: "Well, the battery is dead. Brat is on her way to save me."
Josh: "I'm sorry."
Me: "Add that to the poop fiasco this morning and I am ready to go climb back in bed and pull the covers over my head."
Josh: "That sucks. I'm sorry."

That was pretty much the gist of it. I don't know what I expected from him at a time like this, but "That sucks.", wasn't cutting it.
Brat makes her way here and she gets Bay off to school while I use the battery-jump-starter-thingy that she brought from Mom and Dad's house. She gets back and we hash over my morning (please keep in mind that throughout this conversation I am standing outside, in front of her new boyfriend, wearing my pajamas, no bra, no make-up and frizzy hair.) She leaves with the battery-jump-starter-thingy and boyfriend in tow.
Fast forward to 30 minutes later and Josh calls again.

Me: "If you are calling to tell me any bad news (I'm thinking: like mandatory OT), just hang up now. I don't want to hear it."
Josh: "No, it's not bad news."
Me: "Oh, good. Well, everything has calmed down, except poopy boy is whiny today."
Josh: "He might be getting sick. Did you shut the lights off in the van?"
Me: "What lights? You said you shut them off."
Josh: (dead silence)
Me: (Me running outside. Still in pajamas, no bra, no make-up and frizzy hair. Sorry neighbors!) "The lights?! Are you kidding?!"

I peek in the windows and sure enough! All the interior lights are on. I quickly jump in the van and turn the key. My world quickly fills with the musical notes from Hell.
Yep, are you forgetting it's a Monday Morning? Well, the battery is dead again! Josh is now on his way home from work, to come fix this mess.

Now, I sit here, at only 10:00 in the morning, wondering what else will go wrong. There is still lots of Monday left. One of three things is going to happen today: someone is going to break a bone (again), the house is going to burst into flames or I'm going to find out I'm pregnant. With triplets.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

"Hi, Uncle Jared!"

Many of you have read the story of Jared. On one of his last days, a friend of his, Stacy, was over. She had asked him to please send us a sign when he made it to Heaven, to let us know he was okay. Maybe it was silly, but during times like these, any comfort that you can find, helps.
He passed away on a Sunday afternoon and as word spread around our small town, we began to receive phone calls from people expressing their condolences. Many people also mentioned a beautiful rainbow that blazed across the sky and seemed to end right on top of Jared's house.
We didn't think much of it at the time, but then on the day of his funeral, people came into the viewing talking about the beautiful rainbow right over the church. Since that time, the rainbow became a sign of Jared. We felt that it was his sign to us, that Stacy had asked for.
Tonight, there again, was a beautiful rainbow. As we prepare for Mom to go to another doctor's appointment tomorrow, to check the progression of her cancer, it's nice to know that he is still watching over her. Watching over all of us.

It Makes Sense

Bay: I can babysit baby Kaylana.
Me: Really? You think you could handle a baby?
Bay: Yeah.
Me: What if she started crying?
Bay: I'd give her a binky.
Me: What if that didn't work?
Bay: I'd give her a bottle.
Me: What if that didn't work?
Bay: I'd burp her.
Me: What if that didn't work?
Bay: I'd call her Mom.

Pretty smart, for a 6 year old! :)

Friday, September 21, 2007

Thank-you Pam!

Pam at Random Thoughts gave me this award. The person that created the award had this to say about it:
"The thing that I love most about blogging is that I learn so much about a person just by reading their blog. I have met MANY wonderful people with wonderful stories to tell, and I am grateful every day for each person that I have the pleasure of crossing paths in life with. I wanted to create something special for the people who have inspired me through their blogging; the stories they tell, and the lives that they lead with grace and dignity. I visit their blogs for inspiration and encouragement. Although there are MANY people I want to give this award to at this very moment, I am going to choose five bloggers: Please grab your badge and wear it(with a smile) proudly, and pass it on because you inspire and encourage me, thank you. So, now it is my turn to pass it on."

I feel exactly the same and couldn't have expressed it better. With that said, I pass this on to:
Shalene is a wonderful woman with unshakeable faith. She is a great Mommy to 4 wonderful kids and is expecting her 5th! What a woman!
Jodie is a mom to two wonderful kids and always has great stories to tell. A personal favorite would have to be about the "Flaming Blue Balls". I giggled about that one all day! :)
De is a Mom to 4 great kids..whom she home-schools! I value her comments and love her views on everything.
Lacey is one of my few "face-to-face" friends on my blog. She makes me smile everyday (usually it's because I'm laughing AT her, but that's okay!) :) I value her friendship so much and love the time we get to spend together. She is a wonderful SAHM to 2 kids that I love like my own. Visit her blog and leave her love! She is still waiting for visitors other than me!
Mickey is another one of my "face-to-face" friends. She is a SAHM to 3 kids (one of whom I hope becomes my son-in-law one day!) and is expecting her 4th. She is everything you need in a friend: a good listener and a shoulder to cry on. One I can laugh with, complain to or contemplate life with.
Thanks for the additions you all make in my life!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Thursday Thirteen #3-Favorite Places

My Favorite Places To Be
(in no particular order)

1. The Temple grounds with my family. Ecspecially at Christmas time.
2. Snowmobiling in Yellowstone.
3. My Mom and Dad in-law's house, playing games around the table.
4. Cafe Rio eating a chicken salad.
5. The labor and delivery ward. For me. Or anyone else. Yes, I'm serious.
6. My husband's arms.
7. Snuggled under a blanket with my kids.
8. In a quiet corner, scrapbooking.
9. Camping at Potter's Pond.
10. Celestial Room with Josh.
11. My home. When I have just cleaned it. And I can smell Lysol.
12. Home Depot. I know. But there are lots of neat things in there!
13. Sitting around the dinner table listening to the kids talk. About anything. And everything.

Wordless Wednesday #3-She Works Hard For Her Money

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I'm a Mom!

I have read articles where women have written about the "first time they felt like a Mom." Usual answers are "when I felt my baby move" or "the first time he smiled at me."
Well, call me a late bloomer, but it hit me today.
Several things happened, to help me reach this epiphany.
-While picking up my daughter from school, I witnessed two girls smacking a boy with their backpacks. After a moment of watching this, I realized that I almost yelled, "STOP hitting each other! Keep your hands to yourself!" So close to yelling, that I felt the yell die on the tip of my tongue. It was just a knee-jerk reaction to the situation. (And something I say in my house 17,000 times a day!)
-My son was chewing with his mouth open at dinner. The first thought was not, "I wish he would chew with his mouth closed", but "He's eating broccoli!"
-I walked around my house today, singing, "If you go pee-pee, then you'll get a cook-ie! You'll get a cook-ie, if you go pee-pee!" Over and over and over. In a sickening sing-song voice. I hate potty training.
-I caught myself re-playing (and singing along to) track #7 on the High School Musical 2 Soundtrack...because I liked the song.

So, there you have it. I have officially become a mother. Over six years after giving birth!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Happy Birthday to ME!

I have wanted a jogging stroller for a long time...finally, I am getting one! I bought my own birthday present, because, well, after Josh bought me "satellite TV" one year....I TOOK OVER!
So, yay for me! This will only help my efforts to be more active. Now, if only I can find the patience for the 3-5 business day shipping!

Friday, September 14, 2007

Oregon Coast

My own Wordless Wednes...uh, Friday.
I'm wishing we were back on our Oregon Coast vacation,
instead of stuck in a world of dirty diapers, homework,
dentist appointments, broken satellite receivers,
laundry, work, colds, ear infections, diets,
potty training, "What's for dinner?"
and chaos.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Thursday Thirteen #2-Food

13 Foods That Would Be Calorie-Free If I Were President

1. Cheese
2. French Fries
3. Chocolate
4. Cheeseburgers
5. Ice-cream
6. Pizza
7. Fettucine Alfredo
8. Bread
9. Shrimp Scampi
10. Philly Cheesesteak Sandwiches
11. Cheesecake
12. Onion Rings
13. Cinnamon Rolls

Thursday Thirteen

Wordless Wednesday #2-Sisters

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

September 11th

Six years ago, our lives changed forever. So many people pointlessly lost their lives. So many families and friends and strangers grieved. I was thinking about the families directly affected. At first, I felt bad for them, having to deal with yet another anniversary of that horrific day. However, then I realized how lucky they are. Their family members will never be just another obituary in newspaper. They will be remembered forever as heros. They do not mourn alone for the fallen, the world mourns with them. They will not be forgotten.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Go To Sleep!

Bailey: "I'm not tired."
Me: "Go upstairs and close your eyes. You'll fall asleep."
Josh: "Go count sheep."
Bailey: "I don't know how to count sheep. No one ever learned me."
Josh: "Close your eyes. Do you see a sheep?"
Bailey: "I don't know how!"
Me: "He's teaching you, Bay. Close your eyes."
Josh: "Do you see a sheep?"
Bailey: "No."
Me: "Do you see a puppy?"
Bailey: "No"
Josh: "What do you see?"
Bailey: "Dark."


Revelation For Today

I cannot save the world.

Friend For Sale

I have blogged about her before, but now that I have more cyber friends (hee hee hee) I invite you all to visit her. Lacey is a wonderful SAHM of 2 adorable kids. Visit her and love I do! :)

Sunday, September 9, 2007

My Great-Great Aunt

SPRINGVALE -- Emma Belanger, 100, of Springvale, died unexpectedly on Sept. 6, 2007, at The Lodges in Springvale. She was born in Amherst, Nova Scotia, Canada on June 15, 1907, one of eight children to Alphee and Suzanne (Melanson) LeBlanc. She came to Springvale as a child, attending schools in Nova Scotia and Springvale. Over the years, she had been employed in several local shoe shops. She was a communicant of St. Therese of Lisieux Parish, Notre Dame Church. Family members recalled her love of baking and cooking.
She was predeceased by her husband, Wilfred Bonhomme Belanger in 1993; and by her seven siblings, Camille, Arthur, Angus and George LeBlanc, Eva Perreault, Mamie LaChance and Anna LaChance. Survivors include her son Norman W. Belanger and his wife Rachel of Sanford; two grandsons, Michael Belanger of Portland, Marc Belanger of Sanford; a great- grandson, Ethan Belanger of Sanford; several nephews and a niece.

My Great-Great Aunt Emma was a great, great woman. I loved going to her home to visit her and listen to her stories. She always loved getting pictures of my children. I am so glad that I had this amazing woman in my life. She was the definition of faith, love and perseverance.

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Nice Guys Finish Last

So, Josh and I did the Lake Point Fall Festival's 5K last night. 45 people showed up for the 5K. First, you must understand the people that showed up. About 10 were the high school's cross country team and another 10 or so are people that train for marathons. Another 20 were people that do actually run, all the time, for fun. That left about 5 of us walking/jogging.
I did the Susan G Komen 5K (for Breast Cancer) this summer and had a time of about 52 minutes. I really wanted to beat this time. I had friends running it to race each other, but let's face it...this over-weight Momma wasn't going to even be in the same league as them!
I kept telling Josh that I just didn't want to finish last. I would be embarassed and feel stupid to be the "fat woman" to finish last. Josh could have easily ran most of it, but stuck by me the whole time. As we approached the finish line, I gave it all I had and ran through it. All of the runners were there to cheer for us and applaud us for finishing.

What was my time, you ask?

45 minutes and 47 seconds

I was so proud of myself for shaving 7 minutes off my time from the previous 5K!

What was Josh's time?

45 mintues and 48 seconds

That darling husband of mine held back, just a bit, so that I wouldn't finish in last place.

He did.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

I've been tagged

"You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had. When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts. At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog."

Since I don't have a middle name and can't think of one I would like to have....I'll just use my first name.

L- Learner. I love to learn new things and skills.
E- Excel. I have a strong drive to excel in all things I do.
E- Energy. I have "excess energy". I cannot sit still. I must constantly sway back and forth, or tap my knee, or shake my leg. It drives people crazy.
A- Attitude. Yeah, I have one. It isn't always nice.
N- Need. I have a need to feel loved and accepted by people. Regardless of when I say I don't.
N- Neccessities: God, Family, Love, Patience, Faith, Hope, Friends and a piece of candy now and then.

I tag:

Lizzie at "Burton, Burton, Who's Got the Burton"
Katie at "Girl Going Postal"
De at "Just Another Day in Paradise"
Mickey at "Life Simply Lived"
Lacey at "My Life, My Time, My Style"

Thursday Thirteen #1-Things I Need To Do

Things I need to do today:

1. Catch up laundry; including putting it away.
2. Vacuum upstairs.
3. Clean all bathrooms.
4. Start spelling words with 1st grader.
5. Work on reports.
6. Comment my friends on MySpace. Since my blog started, I think some feel neglected!
7. Wash entry floor.
8. Go to Weight Watchers.
9. E-mail my grandparents. It has been a while.
10. Wash slipcover on couch in front room.
11. Dust bookshelf in front room.
12. Meet all needs of 4 children. Including, but not limited to: bathing, feeding, dressing, playing with, reading to, praying with, refereeing...
13. Take a nap!

Now, how many do you think I will get done? :)

Monday, September 3, 2007

We Remember

Jared Luke Garrard
May 18, 1982-September 4, 2005
Dear Jared,
Tomorrow will be 2 years since you passed away. Not a day goes by that your name is not mentioned in our home. Every time the girls pray, they thank Heavenly Father for making you feel better. They speak, what we all think. We are so glad that you are no longer in pain.
We went to your grave today and brought you some flowers. We sat talking about all of the things that have changed since your death. The one that I am most grateful for, is my son. Luke is the light of our home and we thank you so much for sending him to us. You were so sick the day that I told you that you needed to send us a boy, when you got to Heaven. I didn't know that you were even listening! But, being the perfect person that you are :) you sent him to me the moment you got there! Was this your way of getting the last laugh? He made sure that we knew that you sent him. He missed being born on your birthday by a few, short hours and we laughed when we realized that he had your ears!
We miss you Jared. Please keep watching over us all. My children need the extra guidance and your Mom needs your strength. We love you.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

She said what??

So the other day, a comment was made about a friend of mine. The comment was: "She has a baby that is half black. Can you believe that ?"
This honestly shocked me. Are we living in the 50's? What kind of segregated society does this person think she is living in? How could a beautiful little girl be spoken about like that? Is nothing in this world taboo?
I know their are people in this world that still have...well..let's call them "racial issues." I just didn't know that someone would be so brazen as to speak this word vomit out loud! Especially about a child! Especially in front of this child's mother!
I have never understood racism. It makes absolutely no sense to me. Why would I judge someone by the color of their skin, any more than I would judge them for their name? Or where they were born?
I am not one that agrees with judging of any kind, but if you were to judge, wouldn't it make sense to judge someone by what they do and not the color of their skin? How does it make sense to judge someone for something that they did not choose? No one chooses their skin tone. If I am going to be judged, I want it to be my actions, not my appearance.
Who cares if this baby is half black? Or half orange for that matter. Honestly, when my first daughter was born, she had pink skin, red patches on the back of her head and a large purple birthmark on her arm. Doesn’t that make her colored?
So, to the person rude enough to make this comment:
SHAME ON YOU! You are the reason that there is war, murder, abortion, self-mutilation, gangs and suicide in this world. Say it with me: t-o-l-e-r-a-n-c-e.

Or in the very least: s-h-u-t-u-p!