Tuesday, February 28, 2006


Have you heard the stories about Westboro Baptist Church protesting military deaths? At the gravesite? Read this. It makes me sick to my stomach. (I first heard about these protests at the funerals of local fallen soldiers. I just thought they were local idiots, but no... idiots are everywhere.)

My daddy (just recently retired after serving 34 years) has served overseas in Bosnia and Afghanistan. During those long months and years without him... scared every singe day he was in danger.... it was a difficult and heartwrenching time. But he came back home safe and sound. He came with stories I can't imagine. And those are just the ones he tells. Not the ones he keeps to himself.

He lost four men in his platoon to a land mine in Afghanistan. Two of those men he served with in Bosnia. Two were just babies. All of them had a family that loved them and lost them.

I can't imagine their pain. After the tragic accident I wouldn't allow myself to feel it. It was a selfish feeling. Thankful that it wasn't my daddy because he was in that area just days before. I wouldn't allow my mind to accept that the next time could be my daddy. Denial. The mind does crazy things simply for survival.

I can't imagine the pain those families felt when they heard the news or saw the coverage when the rest of the platoon came home. I can't imagine the pain they felt watching loved ones hug and kiss their soldier who returned home safe and sound to their family. I just can't imagine.

I can't imagine these people. These "Christians". Going around to military funerals and protesting. Holding signs that say, "Thank God for Dead Soldiers," just feet away from morning family members.

I can't imagine. Perhaps I don't want to. Denial is a powerful thing. But I am so thankful these people aren't stuck in the denial stage. Maybe they're in the anger stage, but maybe they're in the acceptance stage. Accepting that there are stupid, ignorant, hypocritical people that walk beside us proclaiming the love of my God yet doing the work of Satan. Accepting that horrible things are done everyday, but refusing to sit back and watch.

May the Patriot Guard Riders continue to grow in numbers and cheer loudly in SUPPORT of our fallen heroes and drown out the hatred and ignorance of the few that spoil the whole bunch. Thank you for your commitment and for your service to our military families. And a huge THANK YOU to our service men and women and their familiy members who volunteer to keep me free. Who keep me safe at home with my son. May God bless and keep you and your familily.

***Update*** A soldier whose funeral service is today... his family's home was vandalized. Eggs were thrown at the home. Nasty words were spray painted. A flying American flag was stolen. Unbelievable! This family is morning the loss of their loved one. A son and husband whose body was blown up by a bomb. And now they have to deal with this... at their own home while they were inside no doubt thinking of him. It just doesn't make sense.

I have failed to mention this group of "Christian" protestors are the same that protested after the miners died saying they "got what they deserved". They also protested at the Matthew Shepard trial.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Monday Memories #5

Did I ever tell you about the time our prayers were answered?

This is a long memory. If you know about my mom's situation scroll down to ***.

My mom has Crohn's and has been dealing with a draining fistula for almost six months. She had surgery September 1, 2005 because her Crohn's came out of remission and took over her life again. She wasn't able to eat and was forcing herself to drink Carnation Instant Breakfast or Ensure twice a day for nutrition. She was doing that for months.

Finally, my daddy returned home from his tour in Afghanistan and surgery was scheduled. The surgeon found a lot of damage from the Crohn's and was able to remove most of it. He was positive and hopeful the surgery was going to help. He said recovery would take 3 to 6 months before she was back to her old self and her GI system was working correctly.

Days after the surgery Mom's internal stitches ripped open causing a massive opening between her stomach and intestine. Thankfully she still had a drainage tube in from surgery. The JP (which looks like a plastic hand grenade) was filling up faster than the nurses could drain it, and Mom was in excrusiating pain. She was rushed to critical care. Several phone calls were made to family and friends and our church to pray, pray, pray.

The Resident (who was working with the surgeon... who just left to help the victims of Hurricaine Katrina) was in talking with Mom when Daddy and I were able to visit her in critical care. She was holding Mom's hand and said, "You have a huge gardian angel watching over you. I was supposed to take that tube out two days ago, but every time I tried I either got called back to surgery or you were sleeping and I didn't want to bother you." If she had taken Mom's JP tube out Mom would have died from organ failure due to the large amount of fluid her body was draining. By large I mean thousands of cc's.

Mom spent 30 days in the hospital and left in worse shape than when she went in. She couldn't eat or drink. She was receiving all of her nutrition through a PICC line. She had a large abdominal wound (where the doctor had to remove her staples and rip open the healing wound to allow trapped fluid to escape) with a drainage bag to collect the drainage. She was barely 100 pounds. Her hair was thinning. Her eyes were sunken in with dark circles around them. It was extremely difficult to see her like that because she reminded me so much of Grandma before she passed away (my mom's mom who had cancer and I cared for).

***Fast forward to January 24, 2006. The fistula was still draining, but not nearly as much as it was before. She still had her PICC line and receiving TPN dailyl. She was allowed to drink small amounts, but no food. The doctor decided to go in and close the fistula since it wasn't closing on its own AND since Mom was responding so well to the TPN (she gained almost 14#!)

As you might recall I made a few posts from the fancy 5 star hotel... I mean hospital room. The surgeon stapled, stitched and glued the fistula closed and closed up the abdominal wound making the skin smooth and even. A day and a half after surgery Mom started leaking from her wound. Another fistula developed! Mom was devestated, of course. She told the doctor she couldn't wait another four months for it to "heal", and she wanted him to go in and fix it. The surgeon, who was very compassionate... and frustrated, told her he couldn't go back in because more surgery would mean more damage and the possibility of several more fistulas developing. After a lot of crying and praying Mom again went home without anything to eat or drink, her PICC line, and a new fistula and abdominal wound... with a drainage bag that collected the drainage that only increased daily.

Two Wednesday's ago my church started a Mobile Prayer Force at my Mom's house. Thousands of people attended... okay. Maybe just 50 or so actual bodies, but many more in spirit! (A little me thrown in... I was feeling really bad that day. I was in a lot of pain and could hardly move. I had planned on joining the prayer circle, but just went inside Mom and Dad's house during the prayer... physically I felt better when I left their house after the prayer. I felt it. All of me. Back to Mom...) There were several individuals that prayed aloud, group prayer, silent prayer and after that several small groups praying together. Before they left they all said The Lord's Prayer together.

Aunt Jayne (a family friend) said that during silent prayer a flock of doves began stirring around in Michael's huge pine tree in the back yard. Then all of a sudden they flew away. She said she felt peace right away. (Maybe this was the same time I felt it...) Like God was saying, "It's time."

That very evening Mom's wound drainage slowed down. Daddy noticed a huge decrease in the drainage... from 700 cc+ a day to only around 150 cc or less a day! Then by the beginning of last week the drainage went down to nothing... as of right now she's not had any drainage at all for 144 hours!!! The longest time she ever went before was 34 hours in November... just before Thanksgiving. (She was so hopeful. The doctor told her that if she could go 3 or 4 days without draining then she could have clear liquids then slowly progress to solids. I remember we were at the cabin out in the woods. My daddy was home from his tour in Afghanistan, and we wanted to get away. Mom started draining again just before Thanksgiving, so she couldn't eat. She had us all line up and walk past her with our heaping plates. Bless her heart!)

The wound was the size of a quarter two weeks ago then dime size four days later. A few more days later the wound was the size of a pin hole. (I'm so excited I can't even think straight... forgive me. But Yay! Thank you God!) The wound on her stomach is flat... whereas the wound from September was so deep and wide that it never actually healed over. This time the wound's all healed over and healthy new skin is growing. She has a small area (1cm x 2 or 3cm) of raw skin from the drainage and irritation from the drainage bag. But daddy's been taking care of that, of course... he had a great teacher! :p

She's been without the drainage bag for several days. She just has a small dressing over the wound... oops. I'm so used to saying that. Just a small dressing over the red area! (I don't know how to cross things out... so you'll just have to live with the "oops")

Mom called the surgeon Friday morning. Of course she wanted to give him the update, but she really called to see if she could have something to drink. She's had NOTHING by mouth so the lady's thirsty and hungry! (And who wouldn't be? Especially after watching FOOD NETWORK for hours at a time seven days a week. No joke. She watches it all the time. She never watched it before. Isn't that torture? She's crazy. It makes me hungry, and I can eat... and eat and eat.)

Anywho...The nurse called back very excited. She said the office is so happy for her! Of course they are! Who isn't? The doctor said she can slowly drink some clear fluids. She's going to try the grape juice again. Like last time... to see if any purple drainage come out. But it won't this time... BECAUSE IT'S CLOSED. Right?

I'm really just rambling. I'm crying and smiling and wringing my hands in-between typing. There's the news... I'm not even going to try to proof read this. You'll just have to understand the message and forgive the errors. God is good all the time... All the time God is good!

Keep prayin'. Once this is truly healed (and it is! I just know it!) Daddy's gonna have to start job hunting (since he just retired from the military). He's got his hopes on a civilian job for the military. Pray that a position opens up for him. They said maybe he'd hear something in March. Just look at the timing!

Oh! And Aunt Jayne told me that the other evening after she got off the phone with my mom she looked out on her deck and saw two doves perched on the fence then they flew away. Isn't that neat? Yay! And thanks again for your concern and well wishes! And please forgive the rambling and grammatical errors... my focus is more that God always answers prayers. He answers them in His time and His way. We just have to rely on Him!

My Beautiful Mom!

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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Inside The Actors Studio

This is a post (with my answers) from The Movie Monkey. Hollaa! I am posting them here so you (all two of you) will go visit him. Click on over and meet him, leave your answers, and enjoy all the movie knowledge the monkey has.

Now imagine James Lipton... unless that freaks you out. If so... imagine Will

1. What is your favorite word? love and laugh

2. What is your least favorite word? The "n" word... by anyone!

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally? humor and honesty

4. What turns you off? bigotry, hatred, rudeness, superiority

5. What is your favorite curse word? shizit

6. What sound or noise do you love? laughing and giggling

7. What sound or noise do you hate? the sound of people eating... especially with their mouths open.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? food critic :p

9. What profession would you not like to do? clean sewers!!!!!!! Nothin' after the flush!

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Heaven does exist! and God will say, "Welcome home." (After I kiss his feet and wash them with my tears I will run off to see my grandma(s), grandpa, Uncle Henny...)

Saturday, February 25, 2006

I'm It...Again!

I've been tagged by LadyBug!

Four jobs I’ve had:

I entered the world of taxes on my 17th birthday. I was the ticket girl at an old theatre built in the 1800's... first live theatre then a movie theatre. Original everything... even old costumes down in the basement. I still love that theatre, but it's no longer open. Sad. Anyway... I was the ticket girl. I sat outside in the glass booth. Winter was harsh! A year later I was shift manager... six months later I quit to enjoy the last few weeks of my senior year of high school.

I was a lifeguard for a summer at the Christian camp I attended every summer since 3rd grade. Long hours... but had a great tan, great time and great friends.

I worked at TARGET (spent my earnings there)... check out, Customer Service and Food Avenue. I worked there while going to school... until I got pregnant. (Single mom and full-time(+) nursing student)

A nurse at a nursing home. Not just a nursing home... it was a high end nursing facility with beautiful apartments for active seniors, apartments for assisted living and the health center for those that need more nursing attention. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! I loved this job. I loved (most) everyone I worked with and for. I miss it. Of course, being on disability is nice because I don't have to go to work when I don't feel like it, but I miss it...

Four movies I can watch over and over:

You've Got Mail

The Shop Around the Corner (and most old B&W movies)

I Capture the Castle

French Kiss, Fried Green Tomatoes, Steel Magnolias, Big, Elf, So I Married an Axe Murderer... I could go on and on....

Four places I’ve lived:

With my parents

With my grandma... I moved in with her to help take care of her while she went through cancer treatments... but I ended up caring for her until she drew her final breath. I was going to school for elementary education, but because of my grandma I changed majors. She told me, "Kimmer, you'd make a great nurse." So that's what I did. I hope I made her proud! My grandma was a huge part of my life. I grew up seeing her and visiting with her almost every single day of my life. She lived just a street over from my parents.

I lived in my grandma's house after she passed away. Nine months later Jacob" moved in" with me (he's my son for those of you that don't know). We lived there for eight years then...

We moved right next door. We seriously just moved things from one house to the next. We've lived here for 2 1/2 years.
I've only lived in three houses on two streets my entire life.

Four TV shows I love:

Grey's Anatomy (Dr. McDreamy is my boyfriend, and I'm sick of the Meredith drama. Come home to me! :p)

My Name's Earl (hilarious white trash!)

The Office (I love the UK version... so I didn't care for the US version at first, but now I love it!)

Lost, Prison Break and AI (and Ellen and People's Court...hey, I'm home all day!)

Four places I’ve vacationed:

Florida... my uncle lived there and we vacationed there a lot growing up. (Plus several other states.)

Canada (and I loved visiting Niagra Falls on both sides of the border. The Canadian side is the best! But I loved seeing it all lit up at night on the New York side.)

New York City... with my best friend... my first vacation as "an adult". (And I racked up $300+ using my calling card to talk to Jacob several times a day. He was two... It was the first time I ever spent without him.)

Ejido, Mexico (Vida Nueva) one of several mission trips I participated in growing up. Visiting "the dump" was life changing! I believe every American should see how spoiled we are! Yes! That's a picture of a hog(s) that lives in the house (the 2nd picture) with 13-15 people! Scrap wood, cardboard boxes, trash found at the dump just yards away... that's their home. A one room home. Not a one bedroom home... a one room home. (But that doesn't compare with the "homes" My dad saw while serving in Afghanistan. The refugees try to survive the harsh winter by living in a hole dug in the ground. The entire family... plus their livestock (if they're lucky enough) live in a hole dug in the sand. I'm ashamed to even finish this post.

Four of my favorite dishes:

My mom's chicken over rice.

My pasta bake.

Meatloaf (I know. But I love the stuff!)

Sweet corn... fried with butter and sugar. Mmm...

Four Blogs I visit daily:

I try to visit everyone on my sidebar... give or take a few.
It truly depends on how I'm feeling.
And sometimes I just lurk around. *Shh!*

Four places I’d rather be right now:

In the cabin in the country with my parents, my brother and my Jacob.

Visiting with my dearest friend I haven't seen for a few years. I miss her so badly.

Visiting with my grandma.

Feeling good enough to get out of the house and shop or go to the movies or watch Jacob blow $50 at Chuck E. Cheese or most anywhere doing more than I do everyday of my life.

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Friday, February 24, 2006

Friday Funny

The Hormone Hostage knows that there are days in the month when all a man has to do is open his mouth, and he takes his very life into his own hands!

This is a handy guide that should be as common as a driver's license in the wallet of every husband, boyfriend, or significant other!!

*DANGEROUS: What's for dinner?

SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?

SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?

ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.

*DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?

SAFER: Gee, you look good in brown.

SAFEST: WOW! Look at you!

ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.

*DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?

SAFER: What did I do wrong?

SAFEST: Here's fifty dollars.

ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.

*DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?

SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.

SAFEST: Can I get you a glass of wine with that?

ULTRASAFE: Here, have some chocolate.

*DANGEROUS: What did you do all day?

SAFER: I hope you didn't overdo it today.

SAFEST: I've always loved you in that robe!

ULTRASAFE: Here, have some more chocolate.

13 Things PMS Stands For:

1. Pass My Shotgun

2. Psychotic Mood Shift

3. Perpetual Munching Spree

4. Puffy Mid-Section

5. People Make me Sick

6. Provide Me with Sweets

7. Pardon My Sobbing

8. Pimples May Surface

9. Pass My Sweatpants

10. Pissy Mood Syndrome

11. Plainly; Men Suck

12. Pack My Stuff

13. Potential Murder Suspect

(I should have used this for my Thursday 13!)

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Thursday 13

Thirteen favorite 2006 Olympic moments:

1. Shaun White wins gold in men's Snowboarding Half-pipe.

2. Chad Hedrick wins gold in Speed Skating 5000m and bronze in 1500m... after taking up Speed Skating (and his first pair of ice skates) four years ago.

3. Seth Wescott wins first gold medal in debut of Snowboard Cross. (Our new favorite sport.)

4. Tanja Frieden takes gold in women's Snowboard Cross after Lindsey Jacobellis falls only seconds away from finish line. Oh...Seth and Tanja are sweethearts...with matching gold medals.

5. Brothers Philipp and Simon Schock go head to head for gold in men's Snowboarding Parallel Giant Slaloms.

6. Philipp Schock wins back to back gold in Snowboarding Parallel Giant Slaloms.

7. Emily Cook defies doctors who told her she'd never walk again after crushing both feet from a fall during practice for 2002 Olympics. She was back performing in the women's Freestyle Aerials placing 8th.

8. Vonetta Flowers was the first African-American woman to win gold in winter Olympics (2002). Months later she gave birth to twin boys three months early. One son was born deaf, but can now hear sounds due to a rare surgery. Just weeks after her son's operation she had to leave for Torino...but was surprised when her sponsors (Kleenex) brought the boys to her.

9. Out of the shadows of Bode Miller and into the spotlight...Ted Ligerty wins gold in Alpine Skiing Combined and Benjamin Raich wins gold in Giant Slalom.

10. Tanith Belbin and Ben Agosto take silver in Ice Dancing...a first for the U.S. Tanith has only been a U.S. citizen for a few weeks.

11. Enrico Fabris wins bronze in men's 5000m...the first for Italy. He also takes the gold in men's Speed Skating Team Pursuit and 1500m.

12. Sasha Cohens skates a perfect short program and leads by 0.03 over Russia's Irina Slutskaya. I can't wait to see the long programs tonight!

13. Apolo Anton Ohno wins bronze in the 1000m Short Track Speed Skating and advances to 500m quarterfinal Saturday.
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Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Feeling Better...

...kinda. My head doesn't feel like it's going to explode. My ears are still ringing. I can still hear the "woosh" of the fluid in my head. (And still having some CSF fluid leaking from my ears.) I can move my neck a little more, and the pain has eased a little.

Short post. I'm still here. Thanks for the well wishes. I'll slowly get around to visiting you. Have a great day!

Monday, February 20, 2006

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I remember reading someone's blog last week that their local weatherman was found dead from an overdose. Is this the weatherman? I saw this video on tv...and if this man's not smokin' it then neither are Bobbi and Whitney!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

If It Ain't Broke...Don't Fix It!

Jacob and I are getting ready to watch "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" for the 800th time. It never gets old. My brother and I used to watch it over and over...on a BETA tape that my parents recorded off of Disney. The entire movie is embedded in my brain. Jacob laughs at me because I know the entire movie by heart.

I'll quote the lines or sing the songs...especially with the Oompa Loompas, but singing with Veruca is my favorite. "I want a feast..." Uuuhh, I love this movie! You can't beat an old factory full of candy surprises and orange faced, green haired men singing morals for all to hear.

Last year I was excited to hear Johnny Depp would be starring in the remake of one of my favorite movies, but it just wasn't the same. Not only were the oompa loompas just plain odd, but Johnny Depp's character freaked me out a bit. (Jacob likes them both, but enjoys the original the best.) Just can't beat Gene Wilder with his frizzy hair and top hat and off the cuff humor. Why remake a classic? You just can't. What's next "The Wizard of Oz"? I shudder to think...

Enjoy your evening. I have a kid to snuggle with and laughs to share. (And hopefully a chocolate bar, too.)

Friday, February 17, 2006

I'm It!

I've been tagged by Amy

*Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot*

1. I Am Prepared to Give Up at Any Time
2. So Much Myself (co-starring the bandwagon)
3. Cocktails and Smokes
4. a girl named inky
5. snickerdoodles

Next, select five people to tag.

1. Bran
2. Dinner Table
3. Movie Monkey
4. Novak
5. Paisley

What were you doing 10 years ago?

I was a single mom finishing college. Jacob was three and a half months old and constantly sick. He was diagnosed with "failure to thrive". He puked after every bottle...and I mean puked! Projectile. It was nasty! The pediatrician was still trying different formulas and medications on him. Finally, Jacob took to Nutramigen formula. Of course he did. It cost $5 per can compared with the other formulas at $2-$3.
His body adjusted to the new formula and Reglan, for his pukes. He had ear infections from the time he was born (at least two a month...but they wouldn't operate until he was 5!!!)
I was in nursing school. I was taking 22-24 credit hours three semesters in a row (including summer).
I graduated with 3.84 GPA and made the Dean's List every semester.
All by myself...at 20 with a brand new baby.

One year ago this month, my daddy was in Afghanistan, and Jacob was really having a hard time.
I was going back to court for child support...for the umpteenth time. Jacob's father was several thousands behind. (Shocker...I'm in the same boat right now. One year later!)

Five snacks you enjoy:

1. These
2. This
3. This on a spoon
4. These
5. These ("I ain't no hollaback girl")

Five songs you know all the words to:

1. This
2. This
3. This
4. This
5. This

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:

1. Tithe
2. Buy a house for my parents
3. Buy a house for Jacob and me and...
4. adopt kids that nobody wants and...
5. take in "old people" nobody wants and give them security, hope, love and happiness. (Grandma always dreamed of doing this, but never lived to see it through. I want to carry on that dream for her.)

Five bad habits:

1. Eating
2. Blogging/reading blogs for hours
3. Wanting (anything)
4. Being lazy
5. Making a weird huff-like noise under my breath. I've been catching myself doing that...how long has it been going on?

Five things you enjoy doing:

1. Eating
2. Blogging and emailing
3. Being lazy
4. Spending time with my family
5. Hugging and kissing Jacob. Telling him "I love you" dozens of times a day. And hearing him say the same out of the blue!

Five things you would never wear:

1. This
2. This
3. This
4. This
5. This

Five favorite toys(/games):

1. This
2. This
3. This
4. This
5. This

Olympics Medal Count

United States.....6...3...1...10
South Korea.......1...1...1...3
Czech Republic....0...2...0...2
Great Britain.....0...1...0...1

Friday Funny

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Medal Count


United States.....6...2...1...9
South Korea.......1...1...1...3
Czech Republic....0...2...0...2
Great Britain.....0...1...0...1

Thursday Thirteen #7

Thirteen things about my baby brother...my only brother.
Michael Robert is 25 years old today!

1. I remember going to the hospital to see my brand new baby brother, and Daddy holding me up so I could look at him through the glass in the nursery.

2. One morning my mom went to take a bath. I tried to pick Michael up out of his crib (eventhough she told me not to). I finally got him out and dropped him...right on his head. I was so scared. I quickly picked him up and layed him back down saying, "Shhh shhhh shhh," while patting his belly. My mom ran out of the bathroom and asked what happened. "I dunno."

3. He used to steal this to play with. He'd always take the shoes off and put Ken's cowboy boots on instead. I don't know why.

4. He used to "check out" my cassette tapes . He could keep them for two weeks, and if he didn't return them he had to pay a late fee. I'd keep a log just like the library. ( I was a library helper during elementary school.) I don't think he really listened to any of them, but he liked doing it.

5. One year for Christmas we made a nativity using a cradle my grandpa made for me. We used this (with a bandana over his head) as Joseph, this as Mary, and this as Jesus. No joke! We even used these and other stuffed animals as wise men, shepherds and animals.

6. I used to lift Michael up with my legs to fly like Superman. One day we did it without holding hands since we were pretty good at it. Well, he wobbled, I started losing my balance, and my legs flew past my head. He fell forward and almost went head first into the television.

7. Sometimes my mom would leave $2.05 for us to get Hardee's biscuits and gravy for breakfast during the summer. We'd scrounge around for more money so we could have two orders apiece instead of one. We still giggle about that. Who wants just one little biscuit?

8. He couldn't wait for me to get home from morning swim practice during the summer so I could make him an egg sandwich. He loved those things.

9. We were in a hurry to get home after playing at the park. Michael was sitting on my bike seat (blue Schwinn 10-speed), and I was peddling as fast as I could to get us home. Just as I turned into the driveway I heard a loud thud. Michael was on the ground screaming his head off. His shoe string was caught in the spokes. I got him loose and hushed him as much as I could. "Shhhh Michael. We'll get in trouble. We're not supposed to trail on my bike. Shhh," as blood gushed from his face and legs. Like my parents wouldn't notice that!

10. One time (just once) my brother and I got into a fight. Who knows what it was about, but I huffed off to my room and shut the door. Next thing I know I can't open my door. He took string (that he used for his G.I. Joe guys) and tied it around my door knob and the door knob on the coat closet. The door wouldn't open. I got mad and started pulling so he started pulling. After several minutes (why did I need to get out so badly?) I pushed up against the door. Why? I guess to bump him off. After a few times of doing that my door opened...but it broke the door frame. Great! Now my parents were asking us what was going on. Nothing! So we both worked to "fix" it.

11. A few days before I delivered Jacob, Michael had a dream that he was holding Jacob and dropped him...and Jacob died. Michael refused to hold him the evening Jacob was born. My daddy carried Jacob over to him and reassured him he would be fine. Daddy stood right beside him the whole time. My favorite picture from that night (other than the one of me first meeting Jacob) is the picture of my baby brother holding Jacob so tenderly with tears rolling down his cheeks.

12. Michael was bored as Mom and I shopped for a new Easter dress for me. He would hide in the clothes racks or crawl around on the floor. The next thing we knew Michael was right next to us with a $50 bill in his hand. He found it on the floor when he was crawling around in the racks. He asked a few ladies if the money belonged to them, but they said no. My mom took him to the front desk where the manager told Michael if no-one claimed the money in 30 days he could have it. 30 days later...Michael had $50. And he gave it to the missionary at our church that week for VBS (Vacation Bible School). He was even interviewed by our local news channel after they got wind of his selfless act.

13. He also won a free trip from a contest he put his name in for at the fair. A man called and asked for Michael. My dad told him he was outside playing. The man said, "Well, I'm guessing he's not over 18." But he was nice enough to transfer all the information over to my dad's name.

Happy 25th Birthday, Bubby!

My mom and Michael sleeping. I love this picture.

My mom and Mr. Cool.

Kimmy and Michael Easter morning.
It looks like I'm squeezin' the poo outta him.

Michael Robert...the forever Curious George fan.

He's still scared of clowns.
Of course I bought him a clown card!

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Medal Count

United States........5-2-1-8
Austria..............2 2-1-5
South Korea..........1-1-1-3
Czech Republic.......0-1-0-1
For dinner:
yummy cheesy potato soup and ham and cheese biscuits
(I made the soup pink...something Jacob and I always do.
He loves it.
My dad came over for dinner (well, to go).
I told him the soup was pink for Valentine's Day.
He kind of sighed and said, "Oh, okay."
I think he was nervous...eventhough this is his favorite soup.

A dozen roses from my baby.
(All different colors...much prettier than the picture!)

My Valentine's Day serenade...
Nelly's "Grillz"
What mother wouldn't be proud?
(He's serenading our dog, Snickers, here)

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Olympic Medal Count

Total..................G- S- B- Total

Norway.................1- 5- 5- 11
Russia.................4- 3- 2- 9
United States..........5- 2- 0- 7
Germany................4- 1- 2- 7
China..................0- 2- 3- 5
Netherlands............1- 2- 0- 3
Canada.................1- 1- 1- 3
South Korea............1- 1- 1- 3
Italy..................1- 0- 2- 3
Austria................0- 2- 1- 3
Finland................0- 1- 2- 3
Sweden.................2- 0- 0- 2
France.................1- 0- 1- 2
Estonia................0- 1- 0- 1
Czech Republic.........0- 1- 0- 1
Latvia.................0- 0- 1- 1
Switzerland............0- 0- 1- 1

Happy Valentine's/Single-Awareness Day!

Who came up with this anyway? My family never celebrated the "holiday" when I was a kid. I remember getting a few cards from my parents and grandparents. Of course I participated in Valentine's Day parties in elementary school. I even remember in 6th grade my school started a fund raiser selling candy grams. For a quarter a kid could buy a sucker attached to a "card", sign their name and send it to a friend. The candy gram would be delivered by an office helper after lunch.

I remember sending candy grams. I sent one to each girl in our small clique (we called ourselves "The Darlings") and received one from every Darling. But the one I remember most was the one I sent to Chris. My first crush. I was so nervous. I didn't want anyone to know who I was sending the candy gram to. I quickly signed my name and quietly told the secretary the name of the person to send it to.

All day I worried. Worried that he would laugh at me. Worried that his friends would make fun of me. Worried that he would never talk to me again and not be my friend anymore. I was just worried. Until the next day when I was handed a candy gram after lunch. I opened it up and my heart stopped. It was signed, "Love, Chris".

I still have it. The red paper folded in fourths with a 1987 computer graphic of cupid on the front makes me smile and feel giddy. Valentine's Day isn't like that anymore. It's no longer a simple day to celebrate love. Hallmark cashed in. And everyone else jumped on the bandwagon.

Happy Valentine's Day!

(click on photos)

Some Valentine ideas for you...

Read this during dinner at a fine eating establishment...

Staying in? Try these...

A litte music.

And for desert...

(I know. But it looks like cheesecake with White Castle topping.)

My love is pure.
My love is true.
You can have my heart
and eat it too.

Gifts from the heart...

Or made with love...

Forget these? Don't sweat it.

Follow my advice and don't do this or this will turn into this!

For those of us who will not be celebrating Valentine's Day

Happy Single-Awareness Day
or Anti-Valentine's Day

Just because you're all alone doesn't mean
you aren't loved!

When you just can't take it anymore,
and you're sick of all the lovey-dovey...
remember why you're single to begin with!

For my four legged friends...

Hey there big boy!

Don't stop there. It's a Valentine's Picture Party!

For more Valentine's/Anti-Valentine's Day fun...
Check these out:

Find Your Love Match

Love Letter Generator



What they say

Don't throw out your dead flowers or candy box... Make this or this for a never ending Valentine's Day gift!

And I found this when I googled "tacky Valentine's".

Single-Awareness Day:
Surviving Valentine's Day Single


Anti-Valentine Cards (sorry for the language)
Anti-Valentine Poetry Contest
Anti-Valentine Guide to Survive Valentine's Day