Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to you all. Hope you Christmas Day was great. Mine was. My in laws came up and my parents came up Christmas day. It was a very busy day. I do now know why my mother stress's out so much when she in in charge of hosting Christmas dinner for my ENTIRE family. I only had to worry about 7 people and I was moments away from pulling my hair out. It it wasn't for the alcohol that was provided, I'm not sure how the day would have ended! lol I had this timeline I was trying th follow. It didn't work. And of course my turkey was not done when I wanted it to be done. But it did turn out perfect. I was so happy. I took so many pics of my first turkey..

So Pretty!! My nephew was up Christmas day as well. Both boys were spoiled rotten by grandparents a Santa Clause. Santa Clause actually stopped by the house to give each of the boys a special present and a HUG. They were so pleased...

<-Dominic

Jorden^

It was a great day. Thank goodness it is over though!!!

There is so much saddness in the world...

I received this bulletin on my Myspace, and the min. I started reading it, I starting sobbing. What that poor mother had to go through, I just couldn't imagine. I hope the bastard rotts in jail for the rest of his life.



i dont get how someone could hurt such a young and harmless baby.

These were made for you to use as support to the mother!!







December 4th, 2007, Jessica Sherwood had to do something no mother should ever have to do.
At 2:29 pm Jessica made a very tough, but the right decision to take her little 3 month old daughter off life support.
In memory of little London Marie, i thought id start a little forward..
Jessica had a message that i want every one to know..

This is what jessica said:

IF NE ONE HAS KIDS MAKE SURE U KEEP THEM WIT U THE WHOLE TIME DNT GIVE THEM TO NE ONE THAT U DNT TRUST..... TRUST ME I THOUGHT I TRUSTED JOSH..... BUT NOW AS OF 12-4-07 AT 2:29AM SHE IS GONE.... MY ONE AND ONLY BABY....... AND HE IS GUNNA PAY FOR EVER EVEN IF HE GETS OUTTA JAIL SCOTT FREE HE WILL BE DEAD NO MATTER WAT......... TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND THAT KNO LONDON I AM VERY ANGRY AND UPSET I LOST THE LOVE OF MY LIFE MY BABY GIRL.... SHE DIED ON HER 3MONTH BDAY........

SHE HAD 6 FRACTURED RIBS..... BOTH OF HER LEGS WERE FRACTURED.... AND HER BRAIN WAS SO DAMANAGED THAT IF SHE WERE TO LIVE SHE WOULD BE A VEGETABLE.... SO I DID WAT WAS RIGHT AND BEST FOR HER AND TOOK HER OFF LIFE SUPPORT...

THATS WAT U CALL SHAKEN BABY SYNDROM REMEMBER THAT...

For those of you who dont know what Shaken Baby Syndrome is..read this

Shaking, jerking and jolting can cause blood vessels in the head to tear or burst.

Shaken Baby Syndrome is the shaking of an infant or child by the arms, legs, or shoulders with or without impact of the head. This trauma can result in bleeding and brain injury with no outward signs of abuse.


Often frustrated caregivers feel that shaking a baby or small child is a harmless way to make the child stop crying. However, a baby's brain and blood vessels are vulnerable to whiplash motions, such as shaking, jerking, jolting, and impact. The neck muscles of an infant or small child are weak, so the child's head is relatively heavy and the neck cannot support the stress of shaking or impact.

Shaking a very young child, with or without impact of the head, can cause irreversible brain damage, blindness, cerebral palsy, hearing loss, spinal cord injury, seizures, learning disabilities, and even death. It is tragic that healthy, intelligent babies are suffering these disabilities simply because their caregivers don't know about the dangers associated with Shaken Baby Syndrome.

An estimated 1,200 to 1,400 cases of Shaken Baby Syndrome (SBS) occur each year in the United States. Only 1 out of 4 babies dies of Shaken Baby Syndrome. HOWEVER, the other three babies will need ongoing medical attention for the rest of their short lifespans

London in the hospital








London after she passed






Rest in Peace London Marie Sherwood
September 4th, 2007-December 4th, 2007

How much do you know!!!

You Know a Lot About Christmas

You got 10/10 correct You know tons about the history and traditions surrounding Christmas. When you celebrate the holidays, you never forget their true meaning - or all the little fun details. Random Christmas fact: 7% of mall Santas were found to have a criminal background.

How Much Do You Know About Christmas?

YES>>>

Its over. I have just finished my LAST assighniment and my LAST 3 test for my online psych class. Tomorrow is last day for that class and I am stoked...Friday is my last day for my social problems class, which, I have to take a test on 4 chapters. BUT, its over until after the new year....yah yah yah....


Then is on to 4 new class's for next semest. I am taking mostly online classes due to my lack of a babysitter. So im taking Human Biology, Intro to Sociolgy, English comp, and some stupic math class that I absolutly do NOT want to take. But apparently, you have to take all these stupid math classes even if you will never use them...I know the basics and that will get me through my life just fine. I don't need algebra. Which I took in high school early on. but apparently, if you don't use algerbra in everyday life, you tend to forget it, which means when you take your college placement test, you then have to go back and repeat because you didn't score high enough and you cant even get into college level math. Did I mention I hate math.....

who would'a thunk...

Your Christmas is Most Like: A Very Brady Christmas

For you, it's all about sharing times with family. Even if you all get a bit cheesy at times.

What Movie Is Your Christmas Most Like?

Truth Hurts!!

I found this bulletin posted on my MySpace and had to post here for all of you to read. Its great...Here goes..

Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $500 0. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. !Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.No wonder men are happier.
THIS IS WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED!!

People need to grow up!

So, I received this a bulletin on my MySpace page about this article in the New York Times Concerning Sesame Street. Now, I don't know how many of you watched Sesame Street as a child, but my mother was a big fan and now that I am a mom, i am as well. So, this article basically stated that Sesame Street is not appropriate for our children any more. Bull shit. It is just as appropriate as Spongebob, Fairly Odd Parents or any of the other cartoons on TV now.
Here is the article. Tell me what you think..

Sunny days! The earliest episodes of “Sesame Street” are available on digital video! Break out some Keebler products, fire up the DVD player and prepare for the exquisite pleasure-pain of top-shelf nostalgia.
Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”
Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.
Nothing in the children’s entertainment of today, candy-colored animation hopped up on computer tricks, can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. Back then — as on the very first episode, which aired on PBS Nov. 10, 1969 — a pretty, lonely girl like Sally might find herself befriended by an older male stranger who held her hand and took her home. Granted, Gordon just wanted Sally to meet his wife and have some milk and cookies, but . . . well, he could have wanted anything. As it was, he fed her milk and cookies. The milk looks dangerously whole.
Live-action cows also charge the 1969 screen — cows eating common grass, not grain improved with hormones. Cows are milked by plain old farmers, who use their unsanitary hands and fill one bucket at a time. Elsewhere, two brothers risk concussion while whaling on each other with allergenic feather pillows. Overweight layabouts, lacking touch-screen iPods and headphones, jockey for airtime with their deafening transistor radios. And one of those radios plays a late-’60s news report — something about a “senior American official” and “two billion in credit over the next five years” — that conjures a bleak economic climate, with war debt and stagflation in the offing.
The old “Sesame Street” is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for softies born since 1998, when the chipper “Elmo’s World” started. Anyone who considers bull markets normal, extracurricular activities sacrosanct and New York a tidy, governable place — well, the original “Sesame Street” might hurt your feelings.
I asked Carol-Lynn Parente, the executive producer of “Sesame Street,” how exactly the first episodes were unsuitable for toddlers in 2007. She told me about Alistair Cookie and the parody “Monsterpiece Theater.” Alistair Cookie, played by Cookie Monster, used to appear with a pipe, which he later gobbled. According to Parente, “That modeled the wrong behavior” — smoking, eating pipes — “so we reshot those scenes without the pipe, and then we dropped the parody altogether.”
Which brought Parente to a feature of “Sesame Street” that had not been reconstructed: the chronically mood-disordered Oscar the Grouch. On the first episode, Oscar seems irredeemably miserable — hypersensitive, sarcastic, misanthropic. (Bert, too, is described as grouchy; none of the characters, in fact, is especially sunshiney except maybe Ernie, who also seems slow.) “We might not be able to create a character like Oscar now,” she said.
Snuffleupagus is visible only to Big Bird; since 1985, all the characters can see him, as Big Bird’s old protestations that he was not hallucinating came to seem a little creepy, not to mention somewhat strained. As for Cookie Monster, he can be seen in the old-school episodes in his former inglorious incarnation: a blue, googly-eyed cookievore with a signature gobble (“om nom nom nom”). Originally designed by Jim Henson for use in commercials for General Foods International and Frito-Lay, Cookie Monster was never a righteous figure. His controversial conversion to a more diverse diet wouldn’t come until 2005, and in the early seasons he comes across a Child’s First Addict.
The biggest surprise of the early episodes is the rural — agrarian, even — sequences. Episode 1 spends a stoned time warp in the company of backlighted cows, while they mill around and chew cud. This pastoral scene rolls to an industrial voiceover explaining dairy farms, and the sleepy chords of Joe Raposo’s aimless masterpiece, “Hey Cow, I See You Now.” Chewing the grass so green/Making the milk/Waiting for milking time/Waiting for giving time/Mmmmm.
Oh, what’s that? Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. In spite of the show’s devotion to its “target child,” the “4-year-old inner-city black youngster” (as The New York Times explained in 1979), the first episodes join kids cavorting in amber waves of grain — black children, mostly, who must be pressed into service as the face of America’s farms uniquely on “Sesame Street.”
I call BULL SHIT!!!

GREAT NEWS

I am an AUNT again. (with out bringing up the big whole long story)

By brother had another child, different women. A son. He was born tonight, sometime between 9pm and 10:30 pm. He was 8.5 lbs and 20.5 inches long. Full head of brown hair. His name is going to be Nathen Alexander Edward (and what ever last name she has). I have not gotten to see him yet, but I am excited. ...

Classic..Shit..Happy

Well, I just realized today that because of my lack of baby-sitters around, that I am going to have to retake aone of my classes. Im not to happy about that, but, I'll just retake next semester to get it out of the way, and I will take the online course that way I wont have to worry about a sitter.
Nest note, I spent the better half the of day sitting at my computer trying to locate a few classic movies that I watched at one time or another with my mom. The first one I thought was titles "Baby Face". And all I could remember about it was that somebody cried into a jar and somebody else drank the jar of tears. After countless searches through Google, I came across the title " Cry Baby". Ah hah. Found it. With Johnnie Depp, then realizing that it was not a classic movie at all. Did I mention that I used to watch the movie years ago with my mom? Years ago.... 2nd movie, I still have not been able to find, and have been looking for this movie for a long time, but the only thing I remember is some lady selling something out of a backet, resting by a train track and loosing her legs or dying. I think is a black and white, so I tried to search black and white classic movies, didn't find anything similar to what I was looking for. Don't think Im ever going to find it unless I start watching AMC or TCM. Who knows....
So, my brother in-law came down for the Thanksgiving holiday. Excited to see him. My parents are going to Washington state for my Grandparents 5oth wedding anniversary, so they will be there over Thanksgiving. I am heading down to Orlando to be with the in-laws and making sure that I make plenty of the traditional Thanksgiving eats. My husbands family is Spanish, so for the most part they have Spanish food, and INSTANT mashed potatoes and stuffing in a BOX. So I plan on making these items from scratch this year. Yah for me!!!

Update on the Pickle!!

So, I decided to do some searching on the pickle ornament tradition. Mom said she received the ornament as a gift. Well, after doing some searching, I actually found that their are a whole shit load of people with this same tradition. Ya, who would've thought. A whole country for that matter. Germany. Yes, it is a German tradition. Heres the only story I could find on it....
The German Christmas Ornament pickle Story.
The pickle German glass ornaments are considered special Christmas in Germany decoration by many families where the Christmas tree was decorated on Christmas eve.
The pickle glass Christmas ornament was always the last glass ornament to be hung on the Christmas tree, with the parents hiding the pickle glass ornament in the Christmas tree among the other German glass ornaments. When the children were allowed to view the Christmas tree they would begin gleefully searching for the German glass ornament pickle. The children knew that whoever found the pickle glass ornament first would receive an extra little gift and would be the one to begin the unwrappingof the Christmas gifts.

Then, I found more material on the pickle.\

But the biggest problem with the German pickle (saure Gurke, Weihnachtsgurke) tradition is that no one in Germany seems to have ever heard of it. Over the years this question has repeatedly come up on the AATG (German Teachers) forum. Teachers of German in the U.S. and in Europe have never been able to find a native German who has even heard of the pickle legend, much less carried out this Christmas custom. It may have been some German-American invention by someone who wanted to sell more glass ornaments for Christmas. Or could the Weihnachtsgurke be an obscure regional custom that few people are aware of?

And more./

Then Rita heard from someone who claimed to have an answer that might solve the mystery. A descendent of a soldier who fought in the American Civil War, John Lower (Hans Lauer?), born in Bavaria in 1842, wrote to tell about a family story that had to do with a Christmas pickle. According to family lore, “John Lower was captured and sent to prison in Andersonville, Georgia. ...In poor health and starving, he begged a guard for just one pickle before he died. The guard took pity on him and found a pickle for John Lower. According to family legend, John said that the pickle—by the grace of God—gave him the mental and physical strength to live on. Once he was reunited with his family he began a tradition of hiding a pickle on the Christmas tree. The first person who found the pickle on Christmas morning would be blessed with a year of good fortune.”

A Web search in German and English turned up only the fact that the pickle ornaments are indeed sold in parts of Germany, ranging from Höxter in North Rhine-Westphalia to Kissing in Bavaria. All of the German articles on the topic debunk the legend (some even refer to the myth article you are reading right now, first written and published in 2003). My efforts to get confirmation of the actual pickle custom from someone in Höxter have so far been fruitless. (Have the people there really kept this custom a secret for all these years?) We still lack any proof that this is truly a German custom, or that the custom is not a fairly recent invention. Has the popularity of the supposedly German legend in America brought it to Germany, or was it really the other way around? It's still a mystery.
All I can say for certain is that to this day almost no one in Germany has ever heard of the German Christmas pickle custom. So far I have found no historical or other evidence to indicate that the Weihnachtsgurke is a genuine Christmas custom from Germany. If anyone has proof otherwise or can tell me how this legend really got started, please let me know.

so I ask, then what the hell is up with a pickle?! I guess we Americans like legends behind everything, or else the makers of the glass pickle decided that the best marketing strategy would be to attach this legend and sell the pickle overseas to us Americans...

Today!

You know, I absolutely hate it when people make things sound like a 911 emergency, just to find out that its not really that big of a deal at all.
I get this message on my Myspace from my brothers ex who is pregnant with my new little nephew, (who, by the way, is named Nathen Alexander) that I need to call her right away. I get 3 of these messages, and once again, all they say is "you need to call me right now". So I start freaking out. Whats wrong, I hope everything is ok. (she also lives next door to my sister in-law and my other nephew Dominic Mikel). So, Im sitting here thinking that something is wrong with one of my nephew, and of course, I call, and I get a voicemail, no answer. So I then send a message asking if everybody is ok and what is going on, just to get a response that everybody is fine, my sister in-law just wanted to speak with me but is now at work. huh. What is wrong with peope.

On another note, I have this cute adorable doggie, a Shit Zu, named Gizmo. And his water and food dishes are this rod iron and stoneware set that I got from At Home America, which is discontinued. So today, as I am putting around the house, my son reaches onto the counter top( that's where we keep Gizmo's food dishes because child plays with them) and grabs his water bowl, which is stoneware, and drops it to the floor. Shatters everywhere. So now, my poor Gizmo does not have a matching dish set, and I have no idea where Iam going to find another bowl to fit in his stand.

Lookie what i found....

Well, I know its a little early to be thinking about Christmas decorating, but, now that its getting closer to Christmas, and I have to new house, I find myself thinking about it alot. Not that I have a whole lot of money to spend on Christmas decorating, but anyways.
So, I get this email subscription to Create and Barrel and I absolutely love looking at their products. And after looking through their Christmas stuff, I found an ornament that I thought I would NEVER find. Let me back up.
Every year for as long as I can remember, my parents and my brother and I would decorate the tree together. We all had our own specific ornaments that we hung on the tree, then we would hand the rest together. After we were done, Mom and Dad would hang this particular ornament, then my brother and I would have to search the tree until we found it. Nothing special, just something we always did. And to this day, every Christmas, after they put up there tree, I go over and search for this ornament.
Well, I found this particular ornament, and I'm going to buy this ornament and pass this tradition on in may family. But the real point of this post, is that I never thought I would find this ornament. Picture is below.....


Yes, it is a Pickle. I have no idea where my parents found this ornament, but I, thier wonderful daughter, I found another, and I am going to carry on this silly but wonderful tradion of locating the pickle!!!

AHHH!!!

OK, so I am taking this Internet Psychology 101 class through my college. Which was a mistake to begin with, I have no idea what possessed me to take an Internet course instead of regular class. Maybe it was saving money that I didn't have to put out for extra child care. Well, then I guess this is what I get for being cheap.
We have this Gorden Rule writing requirement that has to be met in order to pass specific classes at college. I had a Research and Respond Paper due at the begging of the month, which I was very proud of. Did it on Gender and Sexuality. Anyways, your supposed to submit it in the drop box before the due date. So, when I finished this assignment, I was totally stoked and turned it in early. Well, the teacher did not receive my paper. Now, let me clarify on the Gorden Rule writing requirement. Even if you pass every assignment and test with an A, and you do not score at least a 60% on the writing requirement, you fail the class. So, now my dilemma, if my teacher does not have this paper, I fail the class. Which, CAN NOT HAPPEN. So I send email after email, explaining that I did indeed turn in this assignment. I finally got a response back today, that "I could turn the paper in for her to read"...Now, what exactly does that mean? Is she going to read it and grade it, is she going to mark off a letter grade for being late, or is she JUST going to read the paper? I have no clue. But what I do know is that I am FREAKING out because I have no idea if I am going to pass or fail this class. ugh....

November

WOW. Occtober is over already. Now its time to get ready for Thanksgiving. One of my fav. holidays. Ofcourse Christmas is numero uno...This Thanksgiving, we are spending it with my in-laws in Orlando. My brother in-law is comming down from New Jersey, were going on a camping trip the weekend prior to thanksgiving, then on to eat until our pants wont buckle. lol. Ofcourse, my mother is going to Washington state for Thanksgiving. Its my grandparents 50th wedding aniversarie. I would love to be there, but the hubby can't get vacation time yet. She mom gets to eat turkey with the snow and I get to eat turkey with the Palm Trees yet again. How nice.....

Beware

And just so you all know, I mean no offense to my post. Just describing what happened in my class and my opinion on the matter....Thanks and have a lovely day!!! lol

Food for thought

Now, I am taking Psychology 101 and Social problems class. The Psychology class is an Internet course which I can honestly say I have only read 1 chapter out of the entire book. Its so boring, that I can seem to retain any of the information that I am Reading. But, I have to take all these Psych classes for my degree. Now the social problems class, I am taking with a bunch of kids right out of high school. And let me tell you. There opinions on social problems and my opinions are way off. Half the time I sit and keep my mouth shut, because I know if I open, I will piss people off. On week, we were discussing racism. Now, I am by no means, racist. I am however, prejudice against, stupid, ignorant, self-absorbed, pity partying fuckers!!!! Does not matter what color, religion, nationality you are.
So of course, the question was asked, "do you feel that nationalities that were discriminated against or treated badly still deserve the receive the benefits that they still receive today"
WOW.. So I answered. "NO" I think times have changed, and for the most part so has the majority of the population. Indians are not FORCED to live on reservations anymore, black people are not forced to ride on the back of the bus or drink out of different water fountains..and all the other stuff that I'm not going to put down....
Well, I feel, AND AGAIN THIS IS MY OPINION. That these horrible things did happen and thank god that there pretty much absolved, and I really feel that the(not saying which nationality or color, but you can probably guess)make there own problems for themselves know. It is no longer the WHITE MANS fault that they are living in poverty, because so do white people. IT is no longer the WHITE MANS fault that they do not have the same types of jobs as some white people, because there are white people who do not as well. I say you get over, and get on with the times.
If my white son and your (different nationality child) both apply for the same job, and my child gets the job, then the employer is racist, however, if your child gets the job and my child doesn't, then you say yours is better qualified.
And of course, you should have seen the looks and stares and frowns that I got from different nationality kids in my class. If looks could kill, Id be dead 5times over..
I say "get over your self"

Wow...what a day. A shity day at that. Ofcourse the wheather was ok. Not to hot, with a nice breeze. However, the steam in my home was killing me. I thought a weekend away would do me good. And then I would come home and things would be great. Nope. nope nope... My son is still the same. Except now, when ever he does not get his way, or If he gets mad at me, he goes to my fridge and pulls every thing out. Drives me nuts. I finally told him today, that if he was so intent on getting everything out of the fridge, that maybe he should take the sponge and clean it down as well.
And do you know what he said. "ya" as he was shaking his head no...What a smartass. I wonder where he gets it from!!

I found this in my parenting mag today. Thought it was great

When Alpha Mom says:
* You have your baby in only two activities?
*My 80 hour work week and my triplets keep me on my toes!
*My husband babysits during my manicure!

You should just grin and reply:
*We're busy building a hybrid car from legos!
*WOW-I couldn't do all that! I'd miss Oprah.
*Mine's really more of a dad than a sitter!

They also had this section where parents submit photos of there kids based on the topic at that time. This months topic was pics of kids and the family pet playing together. So I submitted a pic of my son and our Shit Zu Gizmo..

What do you think!!!

pics from GA

Gorgia..Land that I lov!!

I absolutely love Georgia. My girlfriend from high school now lives up there, right outside of Atlanta, in Roswell, and a few friends and I decided we should go visit her. So, Leaving our kids home with the husband, we took off to have a weekend of fun...
And boy was it fun. I can't remember the last time I drank as much as I did. We went through 2 cases of beer and 3 bottles of liquor. Im not bragging. I was actually quite shocked that we drank as much as we did.

The only thing we did this weekend was make our way down to South Buckhead to go to a little cajun restuarnt called The Big Easy. I recommend anybody who lives nearby or visits in Ga, to try this place. I had the BEST fried crawfish Po Boy ever. Ahhh.

I lived in GA back in 2001. I had the best time while living there. Cold nights, cold morning. When we went back this weekend, it was so pretty. The leaves were all changing, and downtown Roswell had all these Harvest decorations. My fav time of year...

" life and death "

Today I received a phone call about 11am, which is 8am in Washington state. Which is where my dad lives, to tell me that my 42 year old uncle died of a massive heart attack. He lives in Michigan. Of course, I lost it. My uncle Curt is so special to me.
He was the one who smashed my finger in the hinge of the bedroom door as a toddler! He was also the one that would advise me on special spots and special memories! He was the only one from my fathers side of the family that actually attended my wedding! Of course he wore moccasins!!! He's the great uncle. And I will miss him more than anything.
R.I.P Curtis Guilford

Sweetness in the mornings!

I love it when my husband is home. I get to sleep in. Usually on Saturdays and Sundays when he is home, I'll crawl out of bed around 9ish. That's sleeping in for me. However, last night I could not sleep, so I was watching movies until abut 4am when I decided to crawl into bed. And my wonderful, great, husband, let me sleep in until almost 11am. It felt so good. I brought back memories from before parent hood. How lovely. It only lasted for about 10mins. The time I woke up till when I got out of bed a made my way to the kitchen for coffee. That was when I saw the light of my life come running up to me for a hug and kiss. Well, I didn't actually get a kiss, but a hug. Nothing is better then that!!!

Safety my ass!!!

The other morning I was about to break down. I was trying to clean my bathrooms and my son would NOT stop getting into the pantry. It has one of those accordion doors, so its easy for him to open. He would get out the cereal box and go to the couch, in the process of eating it, he was getting it every where. So, today, well, Friday, I went to The Home Depot and bought one of those door lock that is position on top of the door, between the track and door over the bendy party. Well thank the lord it was only about 3.00 because its a piece of shit. One good hard yank, and the door opens right up! Couldn't believe it. Stupid cheap ass baby shit!!! uugghh

You know, they make all this child safety stuff that is supposed to protect the child from getting hurt, and all it is is a pain in the ass for parents. BABY GATES...Do you know HOW many times I have fallen on my face from having to step over those. I'm not that tall, and my legs are short. But if you get the ones with the swinging door, you paying an arm and a leg. Go figure..
CABINET LOCKS...I have the magnetic ones that drill into your cabinets and you hold the magnet on the outside and it unlocks. 25.00 for 4 locks. I have 11 Cabinets. And heaven forbid that I should need to get something out of the cabinet, I'm shit out of luck..OUTLET COVERS...There great, keeps child fingers and objects out.Love it...However, time to Vacuum and can't get the damn thing off to plug in the vacuum. So much for a clean carpet. CAR SEATS..Protects child in car, HAH. My child has found a way to get OUT of his car seat without undoing the buckle. And yes, I do have it tight enough..Easy for child to find way out and prevents parent from keeping him in.

What good are all these things. I mean really. There supposed to protect our children yet, THEY SUCK. Either don't work right or there parent retardant.....

Time off

So, I am having this little dilemma. A friend from high school lives in GA and another friend of mine wants to take a child free 2 1/2 day mini vacation to visit. Leave on Friday, home on Sunday. Would I love to go? Yes, I would love to go away. But, and that's a BIG BUT...What am I supposed to do without my child for almost 3 days. He of course will be with daddy, but he has not been away from me. Well, I have been told that it would be selfish of me to not go. Yes, me selfish, huh...NOT...And maybe I am only thinking about myself here, but how am I going to leave him for 3 days. I can't even tolerate the 3 hour class twice a week away from him. Now, mom says I should not go. That it is too soon for me. lol Notice how mom says its to soon for me! She knows me so well. But I have been thinking that after my wonderfully filled afternoon, that maybe I should go. And when I come back and will have a knew perspective on "air walking". Who knows.

"Houdini"

Well, today was a new day. Last night I went a little stir crazy and decided that I needed to clean and take care of some "child" issues. So, I removed the side table from the living room. Figured I had solved the whole child climbing on table issue. Oh no...ohh no no no. While I was on the phone with my mother, and she was explaining the horriffic car accident that happended in front of her office today, and in the midst of complainging about my horrible day fending my poor house from child, said child, decided that he no longer needed a side table to step on or use to get from recliner to couch, that he could walk on air. YES. That is what I said. He walked from side of recliner staight unto this gaping whole to get to the couch. Thank golly that I am GREAT and was able to catch him by the seat of his pants, or his poor little head would have hit floor. My poor child. ughhh. He drives me nutzy sometimes.



On another note, mom said something in her blog about showing pics of desktops. So here goes. Now all that great, but it is what it is....a desktop.

Pic on the left is my newphew who is 4 and pic on right is my son who is 17months. Dog in middle is my mothers dog. Great ass shots huh!!!

On another note, to anybody who has or will leave me a comment, Im sorry if I do not respond back to you. Im still very new to the blogging world and only just now figured out how to link!! I know, but some of us are a little slow....

Kids will be Kids

So that's what they say. Well, let me tell you. My son is impossible. I can't get a single thing accomplished when he is around. 'Well, that's normal' you say. No, my child is not. This is why... Many times now, I have heard strange noises from my sons room, I go in and much to my surprise, he is running around his bedroom. Now, he is 17 months old, and still in a crib. I look at the crib and the side bar is down. Now tell me, how did this happen. And no, it is not a defected crib.



I will be in the living/kitchen area either cleaning or cooking, or eating, and when I turn around for just a moment, here is what he does...

YES, THAT IS MY SIDE TABLE

And heaven forbid I sit down, or run outside for a quick smoke because then he tries to get everything off of my counters...He pulled his toy bucket into the kitchen, turned it over, and stood on top of it. I must remind you again, that he was only around 15 months when he did this..


Kids will be kids huh...ya

Fall is in the Air!!!

I woke up this morning, and there was no sun shinning on me through the many windows in my bedroom. It was great. I get out of bed and walk ou the french doors to have my morning smoke, and behold, its windy, the leaves on the treas are starting to look like this:



Now, this is the actual tree in my backyard. Of course, being a person who loves Fall, I would prefer to be looking at something like this:




But, will never happen, because I live in Florida. Now, Today started out just perfect. Feeling of fall was in the air, so, my son and I spent the morning doing this:



Now, I can't wait to buy pumpkins and carve them, to line my huge walk way with them. Cook up some pumkin seeds. AHH. The only thing that can beat fall, is WINTER. Which does not happen in Florida. but beggars cant be choosers. We take what is given to us.

Florida's Wonderful System

Well, I start college this week. First day of class is on Friday.. I have known about this week for awhile know but decided only Sat. that I still did not know where my son was going to be while I was at school. ( that so should be the other way around).. I had called for a listing of Home Day Cares thinking that it would be a better environment for my son. ( easier for me to deal with if Im dropping him off at a house rather then a school). So I go to my first home, I pull into the drive way and my first thought is 'this women has NO idea how to take care of her home'. Im by no means a snob, but...well, maybe a little, but presentation is everything. So I go to the door, I knock and it takes a few mins for her to get to the door.(should be a good thing if she is with children) She answers, I introduce my self and she lets me in the door. What do I see next, @ giant reptile cages with huge ass fucking pythons! I AM SO NOT A SNAKE PERSON. I ask, the lady, we'll call her Big Bertha, (lol) if these cages are locked. She replies that she will put up a gate when new children come until, and I quote "they learn not to touch". Now, I have been telling my son not to touch certains things for awhile, he hasn't caught on yet. Great. Now I beging to notice the SMELL. Like a mix of animal with some sort of fresh, or flower smell also. Turns out she had 3 dogs, 2 cats, 2 snakes, and a few other little cages I didn't ask about. At this point all I can think is, no way in hell, no way in hell, no way in hell. After being there for a few mins I put my son, who by this point is wiggling in my arms to see the other children, down on the floor. He immedialtly runs to the big screen TV in the middle of the childrens play area. Big Bertha proceeds to YELL, yes I said YELL, at my son not to touch the tv. He starts crying and crawls between my feet, holding my ankels. Who does this BITCH think she is, yelling like that at my son. I could visualize myself kicking this women in her head. However, I kept my cool and informed her that I had a few other places to see and I would get back intouch with her shortly and I walked very quickly to my car and left. UGGHHH. I didn't want to leave him with strangers in the first place, but I don't want to leave the home with him. Somebody please explain to me how this women got a liscens for a home day care. I just don't understand how she did it. Being in her home sickend me. ughh,,,Florida for ya...

Family

Well, husband came home today. As well as father in law showing up for visit as well. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing if they got along. Which they don't; for very long. Husband didn't approve of the way his father was giving our son a bath. So father in law got his undies in a bunch and has now decided that he is going to leave early. Which there goes my baby sitter for my mothers ( aka notagranny ) party tomorrow. What I don't understand about my husband, is why he can't just pick and choose what and when to piss off his father. I don't seem to have a problem with it when it concerns MY parents. Maybe its just the whole man thing. Who knows. And why do grandparents take things so rough. Im sure they reacted the same way when they started out as parents.
I read this article, that I also read to my mother..Difference from when you were a mother to now when you are a grandmother...

MOTHER SAYS GRANDMOTHER SAYS
Don't talk to me that way... What an exstensive vocab..
No candy for breakfast... Do you want one piece or two...
No running in the house... Lets play tag

Its amazing how they don't seem to remeber when they were starting out as new parents... By the way//My mom is great..

Prince WHO?

I never understood how ordinary life can be. The story book romance and fairy tales never exist. We girls grow up to be women thinking and hoping that we always choose that perfect guy. Unbeknownst to us, it does not exist. That peevishly handsome stranger that saves the day, the best guy friend that turns out to be our lover, the gentlemen that rescue us from ourselves, will never be. We are ordinary. I had hoped that it would happen to me, dreamed it every night and after years of marriage I still dream it to be. But hello, girls, wake the fuck up….For most of us, it’s the guy we met on the corner, at the bar, grocery store, friends house, blind date or the internet. We don’t need to be saved, haven’t been best friends since first grade, and we’re already great people. So, why do the story books do this to us? Give us false dreams and tell us to hold on to them so that when we never find him or it, we settle or take the first one that looks good. It’s always the women who didn’t hold on to that dream that end up with Mr. McDreamy….Well, I vote we get rid of Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Don’t pick up any more romance novels. How would our young girls fain then? Will they go through life with out heart ach? Will they end up with the guy of their dreams if their not dreaming of perfection that does not exist? How would this change our young girls?????