I answered, "Yes!"
Saturday, April 28, 2007
I answered, "Yes!"
Friday, April 27, 2007
-opening doors (this to me is a courtesy that I've come to expect)
-carrying anything heavy
Does this make me chauvenistic? What are some things that you see as "the man's job"? Or do you dare share? LOL!
Thursday, April 26, 2007
So, what did you do today? Something fun and spontaneous? Wild and crazy? Same old, same old? Or were you just passing time, watching the clock until you could say "Yes, another day accomplished"?
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Don't you just love spring cleaning?! LOL!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Example: My arms are...not great. And I have a weird, pale skin tone with some unusual blotchiness. So, it's hard to find t-shirts and tank-tops that I actually like. However, I was trying on different shirts and colors and realized that my skin doesn't look so...pale, when against black. That seems almost backwards. You would think the darkness would emphasize the whiteness, but for some reason, I think it looks sharper.
So, maybe I'm just weird that way, but I've decided to embrace this. If I like black, I'll buy black. Don't get me wrong, I will also add some color to my wardrobe, but I feel it's okay that I'm not all bright, summery colors. I'm comfortable in black.
What's your favorite and most flattering color?
Monday, April 23, 2007
It was 5:45 a.m. Monday morning and my fiance was heading out the door to drive the two hours home for work. I was living with my parents and he had come up for the weekend to see me. He lived 2 hours away and had to leave at 6:00 to get to work for 8:30.
I got up to hug and kiss him goodbye (I'm not a morning person...at all!) and as I was heading back to bed, I realized that he had forgotten all of his toiletry items on the counter. Thinking I could catch him, I ran out of the house in my pajamas, bare feet in runners with laces untied, hair sticking out all over my head and coat carelessly thrown on. I jumped in the car mindless of the early morning drizzle and went squealing out of the driveway. (I just want to insert here that my parents were fast asleep.)
I raced through town, madly trying to discern which route he would have taken. I knew he needed to fill up before leaving, so I took the most traveled route hoping for the best.
I was on the main highway through town headed west. I spotted his car a few lengths in front of me at the same time I noticed the flashing lights in the rear view mirror. I glanced down and saw I was going 80 km/h in a 50 zone. But, He was so close and I didn't want my effort to mean nothing, so I continued driving, hoping that by waving my hands wildly he would look over. Of course, I wanted to let the officer behind me know that my intentions were good, so I flicked on my signal light and began moving to the right lane. Unfortunately, I was so busy watching my fiance's car and not paying attention to what I was doing that I bounced my car off the curb.
Feeling somewhat shaken, but also noticing that my fiance had glanced back and noticed me, I pulled into the strip mall and put the car in park. I rolled down my window to talk with the officer approaching. My fiance pulled in near me but was ordered to stand back.
"That's my fiance in there. I know her," he said
"Sir, stop right there. Stay back from the car," ordered the police officer. "Miss, can I see your license and registration please."
"Um, I don't have my purse." I had, of course, left it at the house. "And, uh, what's a registration look like?" In my defense I want to say that I was only 19, had always lived with my parents and had never owned my own car. "Is this it?" I asked as I handed over a piece of paper, which later turned out to be a receipt for recent work on the car.
The officer took the paper and went back to his cruiser to run the plates for information. By this time he had determined that the bedraggled person in her pajamas was, more than likely, not dangerous and he talked to my fiance and allowed him to approach the car.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I think so. Here, you forgot this," I said as I passed him his bag.
"What were you doing?"
I thought it was rather obvious. "I was trying to catch you to give you the bag. I didn't want you to go all week without your shaving stuff and toothbrush."
"I could have bought more and I'm coming up next weekend."
Okay, that made sense if you're a morning person and are able to produce logical thought at...I glanced at the clock on the car dash...6:10 a.m. "Oh. Well, at least I caught you. I'm glad you saw me."
"Actually," he said, "I saw the police lights going and I was wondering why the person wasn't pulling over. I was surprised to look over and see it was you."
He was in a rush to get back and to work, so we said our goodbyes again and I assured him I would be fine.
I was watching him drive away when the officer again approached the car and knocked on the window. "Miss, can you tell me who's car this is?"
Uh-oh. "It's my dad's."
I gave the officer his name. "I can phone him to bring me my license. Just hang on a sec." I silently thanked God for car phones. It was 6:15 a.m. and I woke him from a sound sleep. However, after explaining that, no, I wasn't in bed sleeping and yes, I was pulled over by the cops and could he please bring me my license, I was confident that help was on the way.
A few minutes later he pulled up and spoke with the officer assuring him that I was his daughter and the car was not stolen. My license was shown to validate my right to operate this motor vehicle...and confirm that I was who I said I was.
After a few more minutes of waiting the officer handed me back the paper that I finally recognized as a receipt...and on the back was printed "May God bless you in all your future endeavors." (We realized later that my mom had used it as a "trial" before writing in a graduation card. So, I like to think that officer went away blessed by his encounter with me. LOL!)
After the officer lectured me on driving safe and I promised him that in the future I would be more careful, he handed me my ticket. $170.00.
I paid it gladly. After all, I was just thankful he didn't see me run the stop sign and two red lights!
P.S. I want to add a quick shout out. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!! (Fifth time's a charm.)
Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Have a good day.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
1. Every type of play is better enhanced with sound effects. In fact, I've heard them have whole conversations where not one word is uttered, but is merely the exchange of different sounds.
2. Dirt, mud and slime are actually attracted to them. It is genetically impossible for a young boy to avoid a mud puddle. In fact, my three-year-old has actually backed up to go through the puddle he somehow, accidentally missed! And this not two seconds after I finished telling him not to walk in the mud.
3. Wrestling or play-fighting is a socially acceptable thing to do. The first thing my sons do when someone enters our house, is ask them if they want to fight. (They don't ask girls; they know better. LOL!)
4. Food tastes better when it's eaten outside, off the ground or is from the plate on the table beside you at a fast-food restaurant. (Yuck! *shudder*)
5. It's mandatory that any new friend know who Green Lantern, Flash, Dare Devil, Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Robin, Power Rangers, Wonder Woman and Batgirl are. Of course, you also need to know their enemies as well. (Penguin, Joker, Two-Face, Mr. Freeze, Cat Woman, Lex Luther, Doc Oc, etc.)
6. Why walk when you can run? Why talk when you can shout? Why step when you can jump? Why pass when you can throw?
7. If you can climb it, it's meant to be climbed. If you can jump off it without breaking a leg, it's meant for jumping. If you can swing and hang from it - and it doesn't rip out of the wall - then that must be why it's there.
These are some things that I've had the pleasure of learning from my boys! They make my life exciting and they never cease to amaze me with the things they do. I've laughed more in the last five years, then ever before in my life! They are fun, they are wild, they are a joy!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Have you ever had anyone do something like this for you?
Friday, April 13, 2007
So, there you have it. The Triple-Whip. Ultimate Ninja fighting move.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
We were on our drive home from the in-laws and just as we were approaching town, this truck pulled out in front of us on the highway. I mean, he flew across the other side of the divided highway and made a sharp left into our lane. We had to hit the brakes HARD to avoid hitting him! I was furious! I had my three precious boys in the back! How dare he pull that stupid stunt!
So, HMV 323, mind this elephant! LOL!
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years.
We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love , give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
"Did someone toot?" I asked.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
"Nope," he replied and flew off down the hall.
He stops and looks at me strangely. "I sa-id, you gotta hold it till it's rumblin'."
There's nothing like a little miscommunication!