Tuesday, May 26. 2009
Memorial Day BBQ Fun
Yesterday day we had a wonderful BBQ. Of course, Trevor did all the work. He always does when it comes to a BBQ. My mom made potato salad and apple salad. Of course she won me over when she said she was making the potato salad. Oh how I love potato salad! The apple salad was very good too! Jeremy got his own little hamburger and some potato salad. Jeremy loves eating at the table with everyone. Although, he is not allowed to sit next to his uncle Jamie anymore! Jamie would bang on the table and Jeremy decided to copy him and bang on the table right back! Then Jeremy kept grabbing Jamie's hand trying to provoke him to do it more! Jeremy loves his uncle Jamie. Jamie doesn't have to do anything to get a smile out of that kid. All he has to do is walk in the room. Peeves me because there are days I have to work so hard to get a smile out of that boy! I guess I will just find some books to read on how to be like an uncle Jamie! 
Sunday, May 17. 2009
Movies!
Last night I watched Night At The Museum for the first time. Let me tell you, that movie cracked me up. I now want to see the second one. Owen Wilson was my favorite character. The things he said made me laugh so hard. And of course he was so little which just made me laugh more. "I don't like to be man handled!" Haha. I want to watch it again. That's a movie I wouldn't mind owning.
Speaking of owning movies, I really want to buy the set of the X-Men movies. Yes, I love the X-Men. The new Wolverine movie was awesome. I think it's the best out of the X-Men series. If you're a fan, you should definitely check out the movie. It's really good. Almost as good as international travel insurance. Okay, it might be a little better than that
I also saw the movie with Beyonce, 'Obsessed'. It wasn't as good as it looked. I wouldn't see that one again. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past was a really cute movie. I would watch it again.
Anyway, that's pretty much all the movies I have seen recently. There's no other movies out currently that I want to see.
Speaking of owning movies, I really want to buy the set of the X-Men movies. Yes, I love the X-Men. The new Wolverine movie was awesome. I think it's the best out of the X-Men series. If you're a fan, you should definitely check out the movie. It's really good. Almost as good as international travel insurance. Okay, it might be a little better than that
I also saw the movie with Beyonce, 'Obsessed'. It wasn't as good as it looked. I wouldn't see that one again. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past was a really cute movie. I would watch it again.
Anyway, that's pretty much all the movies I have seen recently. There's no other movies out currently that I want to see.
Birthday on Friday
This Friday is my birthday! May 22! I can't believe I will be 21 years old. This year has been just flying by. I don't have any plans for my birthday. Just staying at home and enjoying the day with my family. It'll be my first birthday home in 2 years. I'm excited to be with my family. Last year I spent my birthday on the road coming to Indiana. That was fun. Almost as fun as nuphedra reviews!
Pretty soon and it will be Jeremy's birthday. August 14th is his birthday. That is less than 3 months away. Can you believe it? Where has all the time gone? He is growing up so fast. It's hard to keep up with him! Everyday it's something new with him. He is always surprising me with something. I am going to take him to get pictures done for his birthday. I gotta have pictures of his first birthday! I'm planning on having a nice little BBQ for his birthday at the park up the road. Or possibly going to Ohio to the big lake there. It'll be a blast.
Last year I spent my birthday on the road coming to Indiana. That was fun. Almost as fun as nuphedra reviews!Pretty soon and it will be Jeremy's birthday. August 14th is his birthday. That is less than 3 months away. Can you believe it? Where has all the time gone? He is growing up so fast. It's hard to keep up with him! Everyday it's something new with him. He is always surprising me with something.
I am going to take him to get pictures done for his birthday. I gotta have pictures of his first birthday! I'm planning on having a nice little BBQ for his birthday at the park up the road. Or possibly going to Ohio to the big lake there. It'll be a blast.
Sunday, May 10. 2009
For All The Moms
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could
say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all
the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the
mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then
read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the
mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they
started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own
offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for
all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomachaches
assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get
calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away!
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally
unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel
when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking
to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from
sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back
of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M.
when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe
again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug
your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
For all of us.
Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them everyday that we love them.
And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
I hope everyone enjoyed this! Although, it doesn't mention all those times your child has ruined expensive area rugs and you just laugh it off!
their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could
say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who
wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all
the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the
mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then
read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the
mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they
started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own
offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for
all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomachaches
assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get
calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
them up. Right away!
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or
children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally
unappreciated!
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of school shootings.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel
when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking
to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from
sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back
of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M.
when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe
again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug
your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all.
For all of us.
Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them everyday that we love them.
And pray.
Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.
"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."
I hope everyone enjoyed this! Although, it doesn't mention all those times your child has ruined expensive area rugs and you just laugh it off!
Monday, May 4. 2009
Goooood morning!
Good morning everyone! It's 8 AM and I am up. I woke up with someone cough Jeremy cough kicking my back. He sure does know how to wake me up. Yeah, I know. I could prevent that if I had him in his crib. But, he has this new thing where he doesn't sleep unless I'm right next to him.
It is so pretty out right now. The sun is a shining. The birds are a chirping. It's nice It's almost as nice as my compact flash memory card. Okay, maybe it's a little nicer. I am going to start working here in a quick minute. Maybe starting two hours earlier than usual will help me finish early. I doubt it. It's Monday. 
It's 8 AM and I am up. I woke up with someone cough Jeremy cough kicking my back. He sure does know how to wake me up. Yeah, I know. I could prevent that if I had him in his crib. But, he has this new thing where he doesn't sleep unless I'm right next to him. It is so pretty out right now. The sun is a shining. The birds are a chirping. It's nice
It's almost as nice as my compact flash memory card. Okay, maybe it's a little nicer. I am going to start working here in a quick minute. Maybe starting two hours earlier than usual will help me finish early. I doubt it. It's Monday.
