Monday, December 15, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Happy Birthday Princess Brianna
My baby has turned one. My LAST infant has reached a milestone in her life. Bittersweet. Where has the year gone? I've realized I need to slow down with life and cherish the moments I have with my kids. I cant tell you how many times I hear " it wont last for long. they will be gone before you know it". How depressing is that? No matter how exhausting or stressing it is to be a parent, I ve come to realize it is who I am. My greatest accomplishment in my life is having the title of MOM. I cant picture my kids grown up and gone. The silence. Wow. Enjoy my Princess as I go and hug my babies.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
This can be me at times
I got this in an email and I thought it was too funny not to share. Some of these things are actually my thoughts. (especially the serial killer in the backseat!)
I just want to thank all of you for your educational posts over the past year.Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your nose.(Although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot)Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.Yuck!I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.(hey, hey, I know what you are thinking and it isn't funny, I was born with this mug)I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking l ot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!If you don't forward this to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mo ther-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...Have a wonderful day.... Oh, by the way..... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discoveredthat people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
I just want to thank all of you for your educational posts over the past year.Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels.I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pass-time while driving alone is picking your nose.(Although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot)Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years.I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom.Yuck!I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time.I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish.I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes.Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas.I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans.I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life.(hey, hey, I know what you are thinking and it isn't funny, I was born with this mug)I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS.I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise.I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army.I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe.Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt.And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking l ot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg.I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!If you don't forward this to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mo ther-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician...Have a wonderful day.... Oh, by the way..... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discoveredthat people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Happy Birthday to you .....All!
A girl (namely Me) could go broke in April. I think just about everybody I know was born this month. Everytime I turn around I am shelling out gifts
and eating cake.
I have to say Happy Birthday to:
Sonia- 26 today! yes, she was born on the worst day of the year. We will be the same age for a few months.
Mom-45 on the 12th
Terrence-26 on the 4th
Tia-12 on the 22nd
Danessa (briannas cousin) 4 on the 26th
Brianna & Brooklyn-1 on the 27th Yes she is almost 1
Plus there are 3 more of my friends babies born a few days of Brianna.
Elise-1 march 29.
so......Happy Birthday to you all.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
The New Do
With summer approaching, I decided I needed less hair. So I got it chopped off. Short. I guess you would call it a 'Bob'. I like it.Easy and cool.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Justice
The death penalty has been on my mind for the past few weeks. Is it wrong? Do we have the right to play God and punish someone to death for a crime they committed? As a human I say yes. As a grieving friend. Definitely. As a Christian ? Hmmmm. Forgiveness has to come into play somewhere right?
When Christian forgiveness is discussed, it is within the context of God forgiving man. In his book Balancing the Scales of Justice with Forgiveness and Repentance, minister Randall J. Cecrle makes the point that both forgiveness and repentance focus on the satisfaction of justice, each one side of the two-sided scales that addresses the human need to have justice satisfied. He writes that the means for humans to forgive other humans is the same means as God’s forgiveness of mankind, the substitutionary death of Jesus. When God through the Apostle Paul said “Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” (Colossians 3:13), he was giving clear instructions on how to forgive. The author goes on to say “Forgive as God forgave you. Forgive in the same way, using the same means and power that God used to forgive you and me. And God forgave you and me how? He forgave by accepting the blood of Jesus (death at the hands of the executioner) as the substitutionary satisfaction of His justice. To forgive those who have caused us harm, have injured us, caused us loss, we are likewise to: Accept Jesus’ Death as the Satisfaction of Justice!”
Easier said than done. It is said forgiveness and letting go is the only path to healing. But how do you forgive something so evil? How do you love someone who can do such awful things? Pray? I do. I pray for myself. My kids. Sydney and Garretts Dad. Bridgettes Brother. I even pray for Aaron. But the peace and forgiveness hasnt come yet.
Aaron said he prayed that God would forgive him. The Christian in me is happy to hear that. The hurt emotional human side of me hopes God doesn't hear him. I don't want to share Heaven with him.
I admit my thoughts and feelings are filled with anger this week. Anger is not an emotion I have allowed myself to feel since it happened. But it is here now. This week. During his judgement, it is here.
Do I believe in the death penalty? Yes. Do I want Aarron to get it? No. I want him to suffer. I want him to live with it everyday for years to come. I know Aarron. The worst thing you could ever do to him is isolate him. And now he has awful memories to replay in his mind. thoughts. dreams.
what about you? does he deserve death? Not sure? Read this.http://www.swtimes.com/articles/2008/04/03/news/news01.txt
When Christian forgiveness is discussed, it is within the context of God forgiving man. In his book Balancing the Scales of Justice with Forgiveness and Repentance, minister Randall J. Cecrle makes the point that both forgiveness and repentance focus on the satisfaction of justice, each one side of the two-sided scales that addresses the human need to have justice satisfied. He writes that the means for humans to forgive other humans is the same means as God’s forgiveness of mankind, the substitutionary death of Jesus. When God through the Apostle Paul said “Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” (Colossians 3:13), he was giving clear instructions on how to forgive. The author goes on to say “Forgive as God forgave you. Forgive in the same way, using the same means and power that God used to forgive you and me. And God forgave you and me how? He forgave by accepting the blood of Jesus (death at the hands of the executioner) as the substitutionary satisfaction of His justice. To forgive those who have caused us harm, have injured us, caused us loss, we are likewise to: Accept Jesus’ Death as the Satisfaction of Justice!”
Easier said than done. It is said forgiveness and letting go is the only path to healing. But how do you forgive something so evil? How do you love someone who can do such awful things? Pray? I do. I pray for myself. My kids. Sydney and Garretts Dad. Bridgettes Brother. I even pray for Aaron. But the peace and forgiveness hasnt come yet.
Aaron said he prayed that God would forgive him. The Christian in me is happy to hear that. The hurt emotional human side of me hopes God doesn't hear him. I don't want to share Heaven with him.
I admit my thoughts and feelings are filled with anger this week. Anger is not an emotion I have allowed myself to feel since it happened. But it is here now. This week. During his judgement, it is here.
Do I believe in the death penalty? Yes. Do I want Aarron to get it? No. I want him to suffer. I want him to live with it everyday for years to come. I know Aarron. The worst thing you could ever do to him is isolate him. And now he has awful memories to replay in his mind. thoughts. dreams.
what about you? does he deserve death? Not sure? Read this.http://www.swtimes.com/articles/2008/04/03/news/news01.txt
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Trial
I haven't watched the local news in over a year. I might catch it every once in a while, but I do purposely try to avoid it. For a good reason.
I turned the t.v on today and seen the guy who killed my best friend and her babies(my babies).His face taking up the whole screen. The apartment. The coroner wheeling out a body. The details. It never gets easier.
They are choosing jury members. His trial starts Monday with an insanity plea. Is it wrong of me to want nothing to do with it. I don't want to attend it. I don't want to hear about it. I want it to be over. I don't really care what happens to him. There are a lot of people who think I should have a role in giving him what he deserves. But I really cant do it. I am numb to all of this. Please just say a prayer for everybody.
I turned the t.v on today and seen the guy who killed my best friend and her babies(my babies).His face taking up the whole screen. The apartment. The coroner wheeling out a body. The details. It never gets easier.
They are choosing jury members. His trial starts Monday with an insanity plea. Is it wrong of me to want nothing to do with it. I don't want to attend it. I don't want to hear about it. I want it to be over. I don't really care what happens to him. There are a lot of people who think I should have a role in giving him what he deserves. But I really cant do it. I am numb to all of this. Please just say a prayer for everybody.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Happy Easter!!
Here are some Pictures from Easter. I will upload an album later. Had a great day. Great service at church. So much to be thankful for. Life. Why we were given it. And who willingly gave it to us.
Terrence, Brianna Chris and Aiden. All decked out for church
Chris on the hunt
Aiden came away with the most eggs. He did have help of course :)
My babies
Terrence, Brianna Chris and Aiden. All decked out for church
Chris on the hunt
Aiden came away with the most eggs. He did have help of course :)
My babies
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Home Sweet Home.
Yay!! Vacation is over!
How does that work? How does a person become physically, mentally and emotionally more exhausted AFTER a vacation? It was a rough one.
Rain. Rain go away! We had a late start on Tuesday. The rain wouldn't stop. My basketball goal floated down the road. Stop sign next to my house blew away. I should have taken it as a sign. I really should have. But I didn't. I should have bought a boat. Because I needed it. We drove INTO flood waters. It was horrible. I seen cars underwater. with people in it. Why they keep on driving, I don't know. I pray they got out.
we made it. Of course we were lost for 3 hours.After we got to Branson. Trying to find our Lakefront condo. It's ON THE LAKE TERRENCE. That should be a clue. Why we kept on driving 5000ft above water level, I don't know. At least we made it. 6 hrs after we left home. It was beautiful I must say. I just wish spent more time there.
We did some sightseeing. Ripleys believe it or not was a pretty big hit with the kids. And of course Silver Dollar City ( Super dollar silly according to Aiden). We hit that joint up two days in a row.Never again on opening day. It was insane. It made me insane. It took everything I had not to beat down a 12 year old for cutting in line for the balloons. I am standing in line staring down this child yes. He was a child. a mere 4yrs older than my son I am staring at this kid. you know, the stare that you WANT them to feel. In my head the kid done hit the ground. I had him. He was all mine. Place made me evil.
Went up to Springfield to do a little shopping before we headed home. All in all we had fun. kids enjoyed themselves. and of course, when they do Mom and Dad do too. That's what it's all about. Oh, wait. Before I start sounding like June Cleaver let me tell you what I did. Mother of the year right here people.
Okay Iam worn out. vacation. You done heard all that. So I get home about 10pm tonight. unpacking when BAM! it hits me. Easter. Its tomorrow. Eggs. Baskets.Candy.Bunny. I have NONE of this stuff. nothing. I panic. Grab my kids frantically. throw them in the car and head to walmart. Okay, I don't know why I didn't leave them home with Terrence. I wasn't in my right state of mind. so we get to walmart.
Ive somehow ignored their voices the whole ride. all the questions.complaining they haven't eaten since lunch. Yeah, I apparently didn't feed my kids either. Shredded beef jerky and corn nuts only holds a kid for few hours.
So we hit the Easter crap and my kids flip out. Ooohs and ahhhhs. Throwing everything in sight in the basket. Them. not me. I cant find ANY pre filled baskets. They are gone. I am not really sure what happens but somewhere between $8 empty Easter basket and the $4 grass I lost it. After arguing with they boys what they couldn't have Them making a HUGE deal on what they needed I for some reason say It doesn't matter.Just pick one out. The easter bunny isn't real anyway.Iam the one who buys you the baskets and hides your eggs. The looks on their faces. As well as the 9 parents around me. Silence. Aiden. Poor Aiden. With tears and fear he whispers " but Santa Clause is real isn't he mommy?" Good job, Sally. Like I said, Mother of the year.
How does that work? How does a person become physically, mentally and emotionally more exhausted AFTER a vacation? It was a rough one.
Rain. Rain go away! We had a late start on Tuesday. The rain wouldn't stop. My basketball goal floated down the road. Stop sign next to my house blew away. I should have taken it as a sign. I really should have. But I didn't. I should have bought a boat. Because I needed it. We drove INTO flood waters. It was horrible. I seen cars underwater. with people in it. Why they keep on driving, I don't know. I pray they got out.
we made it. Of course we were lost for 3 hours.After we got to Branson. Trying to find our Lakefront condo. It's ON THE LAKE TERRENCE. That should be a clue. Why we kept on driving 5000ft above water level, I don't know. At least we made it. 6 hrs after we left home. It was beautiful I must say. I just wish spent more time there.
We did some sightseeing. Ripleys believe it or not was a pretty big hit with the kids. And of course Silver Dollar City ( Super dollar silly according to Aiden). We hit that joint up two days in a row.Never again on opening day. It was insane. It made me insane. It took everything I had not to beat down a 12 year old for cutting in line for the balloons. I am standing in line staring down this child yes. He was a child. a mere 4yrs older than my son I am staring at this kid. you know, the stare that you WANT them to feel. In my head the kid done hit the ground. I had him. He was all mine. Place made me evil.
Went up to Springfield to do a little shopping before we headed home. All in all we had fun. kids enjoyed themselves. and of course, when they do Mom and Dad do too. That's what it's all about. Oh, wait. Before I start sounding like June Cleaver let me tell you what I did. Mother of the year right here people.
Okay Iam worn out. vacation. You done heard all that. So I get home about 10pm tonight. unpacking when BAM! it hits me. Easter. Its tomorrow. Eggs. Baskets.Candy.Bunny. I have NONE of this stuff. nothing. I panic. Grab my kids frantically. throw them in the car and head to walmart. Okay, I don't know why I didn't leave them home with Terrence. I wasn't in my right state of mind. so we get to walmart.
Ive somehow ignored their voices the whole ride. all the questions.complaining they haven't eaten since lunch. Yeah, I apparently didn't feed my kids either. Shredded beef jerky and corn nuts only holds a kid for few hours.
So we hit the Easter crap and my kids flip out. Ooohs and ahhhhs. Throwing everything in sight in the basket. Them. not me. I cant find ANY pre filled baskets. They are gone. I am not really sure what happens but somewhere between $8 empty Easter basket and the $4 grass I lost it. After arguing with they boys what they couldn't have Them making a HUGE deal on what they needed I for some reason say It doesn't matter.Just pick one out. The easter bunny isn't real anyway.Iam the one who buys you the baskets and hides your eggs. The looks on their faces. As well as the 9 parents around me. Silence. Aiden. Poor Aiden. With tears and fear he whispers " but Santa Clause is real isn't he mommy?" Good job, Sally. Like I said, Mother of the year.
Monday, March 17, 2008
ROAD TRIP!!
Spring break has arrived and we are headed to Branson for the weekend. We are all pretty excited for our change in scenery.
I was able to get away this past weekend to spend with some friends. It was pretty fun. A lot of laughs I have to say. Here is the proof.
The bride. I wish had gotten a shot of her veil.
I was able to get away this past weekend to spend with some friends. It was pretty fun. A lot of laughs I have to say. Here is the proof.
The bride. I wish had gotten a shot of her veil.
Friday, March 14, 2008
My beautiful, smart, adoring Daughter took her first real steps last night.It was actually more of a run. we were caught by total suprise. I had no camera or video ready for such an event. After grabbing the needed equipment(cell phone) I had her recapture the moment.
It's a milestone like this that make all the sleepless nights worth it. Then to realize this will be the last time one of your children ever take their first step. Sadness washes over me. Then sleepness nights, engorged breasts and stretch marks bring me back to reality. Yes!! She will be my last child taking their first steps.
It's a milestone like this that make all the sleepless nights worth it. Then to realize this will be the last time one of your children ever take their first step. Sadness washes over me. Then sleepness nights, engorged breasts and stretch marks bring me back to reality. Yes!! She will be my last child taking their first steps.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hello, my name is......
Okay, so I've decided to get serious about this blogging thing. I mean, I always have so much to say and sometimes not enough ears to listen. So, what the heck. Why not. I found the hardest part was choosing a name. I thought long and hard. It should be a name that is able to describe my life in one word. Vertigo. a: a sensation of motion in which the individual or the individuals surroundings seem to whirl dizzily b: a dizzy confused state of mind. Of course. what mother of 3 overstimulated children doesn't feel like that at times?
I am going to be up front right now and say that there is no possible way I will be able to blog everyday. Life just wont allow it. I feel a little guilty committing myself to this thing knowing I have way to many other commitments. But I am going to do it. seriously. Okay, so here is a rundown of my life.
Married. Husband is Terrence. great guy, kinda cute
Mother of 3. children are: Chris, 8. Aiden,3. Brianna, 11mos. Awesome
Church. Big part of our lives. http://www.harvesttime.net/ . I would say this is our biggest commitment and is a must have in order for us to survive as a family.
Employed. I work at Rheem. Oh, My Hubby does too. I have a fairly easy job. Get paid pretty decent money.
I guess all I have to say is I am blessed. God has been so good to my family. It is hard these days to be a Christian wife, mother, friend, employee. ...ect... I am trying to find a few more people to add to my life to help me with my journey. Maybe that is why I am here.
Oh by the way, my name is Sally :)
I am going to be up front right now and say that there is no possible way I will be able to blog everyday. Life just wont allow it. I feel a little guilty committing myself to this thing knowing I have way to many other commitments. But I am going to do it. seriously. Okay, so here is a rundown of my life.
Married. Husband is Terrence. great guy, kinda cute
Mother of 3. children are: Chris, 8. Aiden,3. Brianna, 11mos. Awesome
Church. Big part of our lives. http://www.harvesttime.net/ . I would say this is our biggest commitment and is a must have in order for us to survive as a family.
Employed. I work at Rheem. Oh, My Hubby does too. I have a fairly easy job. Get paid pretty decent money.
I guess all I have to say is I am blessed. God has been so good to my family. It is hard these days to be a Christian wife, mother, friend, employee. ...ect... I am trying to find a few more people to add to my life to help me with my journey. Maybe that is why I am here.
Oh by the way, my name is Sally :)
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