THE RIGHT AGE FOR CUSSING
A 6-year-old and a 4-year-old are upstairs in their bedroom. "You know what?" says the 6-year-old.
"I think it's about time we start cussing."
The 4-year-old nods his head in approval.
The 6-year-old continues. "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm gonna say "hell" and you say "ass." "OK!" The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
Their mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6-year-old what he wants for breakfast. "Aw hell, Mom, I guess I'll have some Cheerios."
WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear every step.
The mom locks him in his room &shouts "You can just stay there till I let you out!" She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4-year-old, and asks with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast young man?"
"I don't know," he blubbers, "But you can bet your fat ass it won't be Cheerios."
Friday, April 30, 2004
Thursday, April 29, 2004
The Postman Cometh
He pulled into my driveway yesterday and tooted his horn. He only does this when I have mail that won't fit into my little rural mailbox that sits on it's post out across the road. When he came to the porch with a package, I believed it to be the knives that hubby ordered a while back but it was lighter than I thought knives would be. When I noticed the return address on the package I became excited because it's not every day that one receives a package from Calgary and I've been so lucky in that I've gotten 2 in the past month.
Special K , with her insight, must have known the status of my feet down here in Arkansas.
cause she sent me the purdiest pair of foot coverings a southern belle could wish for
Since my feet tend to get cold even in spring and summer with the a/c setting that hubby insists on, I won't have to wait until winter to wear these lovely slippers.
Oh, and did I mention she sent Winegums TOO?
Special K , with her insight, must have known the status of my feet down here in Arkansas.
cause she sent me the purdiest pair of foot coverings a southern belle could wish for
Since my feet tend to get cold even in spring and summer with the a/c setting that hubby insists on, I won't have to wait until winter to wear these lovely slippers.
Oh, and did I mention she sent Winegums TOO?
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Tuesday Evening
After I picked Zach up from school yesterday we had just enough time to struggle through homework , get cleaned up, and head into town for his first ball game where those little guys proceeded to get creamed. I swear the other team were reincarnates of some prime-of-life ball players. At the very least they practice all year round!
Here is a photo of Zach which shows his dismay at what a ballgame for bigger kids is all about. A first game loss after being on a winning Tball team for the past two years is something new but it'll only be new once, right?
After the game we stopped in for take-out at a little Dairy bar near home and as I was juggling camcorder, camra, purse, and ball gear coming into the house, I let the door latch hit me on the elbow. That may be a funny bone there but all I could do was moan until the pain eased enough for me to pick all that junk up again.
During the night as I tried to sleep with my tender elbow getting in the way, I had one of my rare dreams. I don't remember much about it except that it involved me riding on an elephant through a jungle. (Whothehellknows what that was all about). Political nightmare maybe???
That ole elephant must have worn me out cause I sure could have used a few hours more sleep this morning.
Here is a photo of Zach which shows his dismay at what a ballgame for bigger kids is all about. A first game loss after being on a winning Tball team for the past two years is something new but it'll only be new once, right?
After the game we stopped in for take-out at a little Dairy bar near home and as I was juggling camcorder, camra, purse, and ball gear coming into the house, I let the door latch hit me on the elbow. That may be a funny bone there but all I could do was moan until the pain eased enough for me to pick all that junk up again.
During the night as I tried to sleep with my tender elbow getting in the way, I had one of my rare dreams. I don't remember much about it except that it involved me riding on an elephant through a jungle. (Whothehellknows what that was all about). Political nightmare maybe???
That ole elephant must have worn me out cause I sure could have used a few hours more sleep this morning.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Here I go again.
I'm just so fucking stupid sometimes. I called myself being clever, cause I had a copy of my template from late December, I figured I could just copy and paste that to my Front Page program and do my changes then post it,,,TaaaDaaa!!
Right?
Nope.
I've found lots of other righteous bloggers to add to my blog roll and they weren't on my Dec. Template copy.
So back to the drawing board kicking useless self in ass along the way. If I miss anyone PLEASE bring it to my attention cause I really, really suffer from CRS here.
Right?
Nope.
I've found lots of other righteous bloggers to add to my blog roll and they weren't on my Dec. Template copy.
So back to the drawing board kicking useless self in ass along the way. If I miss anyone PLEASE bring it to my attention cause I really, really suffer from CRS here.
FYI
Joshua B. Bolton
I've been messing with my template so long that my butt's numb. I better go do something else for a bit, even if it's not what I'd prefer doing.
I've been messing with my template so long that my butt's numb. I better go do something else for a bit, even if it's not what I'd prefer doing.
Monday, April 26, 2004
There versus Here
Look at the figures and tell me what they're doing to the U.S. citizens is right.
Zoom it up to 125% so you won't miss a single figure and if page 1 doesn't cut you to the bone, move on to page 2.
Zoom it up to 125% so you won't miss a single figure and if page 1 doesn't cut you to the bone, move on to page 2.
My favorite Chris Rock quote:
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy,
the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese,
the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of
arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most
powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'.
Need I say more?""
heh,heh, so true.
the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese,
the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of
arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most
powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'.
Need I say more?""
heh,heh, so true.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Admiration
I admire my fellow bloggers who are able to tell us stories of their youth and growing up. Sometimes as I read their recollections I get a brief glimpse of a memory or two from my own childhood. My memories of those times are far too few.
I don't believe my childhood was so terrible that I've totally blocked things out, but I do believe it was painful enough at times that I subconsiously choose to not remember them. Both of my sisters are younger than I am and I rely on their memories of events in our lives back then much more than I do my own.
We didn't have much in the way of material things but we had a creek and pastures and fields to roam in. As I sit here, I can take my mind back to how the farm looked, my favorite reading spot in a big, old oak tree, the smell of lilacs the spring we lived in Minnesota, the freezing cold in the winters there. I remember the birth of my youngest sister, barely, but only because of a remark my father made when he told us we had another little sister. I just can't put together enough memories to completely describe very many details of these events.
I really think I've just been old my whole life.
I don't believe my childhood was so terrible that I've totally blocked things out, but I do believe it was painful enough at times that I subconsiously choose to not remember them. Both of my sisters are younger than I am and I rely on their memories of events in our lives back then much more than I do my own.
We didn't have much in the way of material things but we had a creek and pastures and fields to roam in. As I sit here, I can take my mind back to how the farm looked, my favorite reading spot in a big, old oak tree, the smell of lilacs the spring we lived in Minnesota, the freezing cold in the winters there. I remember the birth of my youngest sister, barely, but only because of a remark my father made when he told us we had another little sister. I just can't put together enough memories to completely describe very many details of these events.
I really think I've just been old my whole life.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
I need a day in bed.
Or a week.
Friday I did the volunteer thing at the Wild Hog Music Fest where it rained, and rained, and rained, so I had to work inside the saloon. It wasn't too bad though since I saw a lot of folks that I haven't seen in awhile and had fun catching up.
The rain kept me from being able to get photos of a lot of very fine motorcyles though.
This one belongs to one of the local riders.
I think by the time they all drove through the rain storms to get to Helena, there were about 1000 motorcycles down on Cherry Street.
We had our own lovely police officer to stand watch over the beer bar at the saloon.
Kurt, an old friend, was in town from Fayettville, AR. He was soaked to the skin but turned down our offer to let him wander about in his undies while his jeans dried.
Nada and another volunteer, James, trying to look busy behind the bar.
Joyce makes sure we all do our jobs. I don't know what main street Helena would do without her!
Friday I did the volunteer thing at the Wild Hog Music Fest where it rained, and rained, and rained, so I had to work inside the saloon. It wasn't too bad though since I saw a lot of folks that I haven't seen in awhile and had fun catching up.
The rain kept me from being able to get photos of a lot of very fine motorcyles though.
This one belongs to one of the local riders.
I think by the time they all drove through the rain storms to get to Helena, there were about 1000 motorcycles down on Cherry Street.
We had our own lovely police officer to stand watch over the beer bar at the saloon.
Kurt, an old friend, was in town from Fayettville, AR. He was soaked to the skin but turned down our offer to let him wander about in his undies while his jeans dried.
Nada and another volunteer, James, trying to look busy behind the bar.
Joyce makes sure we all do our jobs. I don't know what main street Helena would do without her!
Thursday, April 22, 2004
The Chickie came for a visit today.
First she had to show me her newly painted piggies.
Then after the clouds passed and the sun popped out, she tried her hand at a few April puddles.
Lastly came her first golf lesson from PopPop using Zach's clubs and one of his baseballs.
Then after the clouds passed and the sun popped out, she tried her hand at a few April puddles.
Lastly came her first golf lesson from PopPop using Zach's clubs and one of his baseballs.
You're never too young
to let a girl talk you into some of the most truly stupid things.
He's gonna really dislike me one day for making him pose for this.
He's gonna really dislike me one day for making him pose for this.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Dammit!
I spent all day yesterday thinking it was the 21st. Now I find out this morning that TODAY is the 21st. My mind has given me a day to live over again so why do I feel so danged disappointed?
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
The meaning of success depends on a man's age:
At age 4, success is not wetting his pants.
Between age 15 and 30, success is "getting a little."
Between age 31 and 64, success is about career and/or family.
Between age 65 and 89, success is "getting a little."
At age 90, success is not wetting is pants.
Between age 15 and 30, success is "getting a little."
Between age 31 and 64, success is about career and/or family.
Between age 65 and 89, success is "getting a little."
At age 90, success is not wetting is pants.
Rude awakening.
I snached myself out of bed at 4 a.m. this morning folks. I swear it was the fastest I've moved since about 1999!
I awoke to an urgent tug on my big toe and groggily looked down to the foot of the bed to see Zach standing there.
"Get UP, Nanaw,,get up, there's a big spider in the bed"!!
About mid-way through that remark I hit the floor running and swiping at imagined arachnids that I could feel crawling all over me! After I came to the end of my running room, I ventured back into the bedroom and turned on lamps and overhead light to carefully strip the bed to see if I could find the sneaky bastard.
All I found was a dream catcher that Zach had brought to bed with him. I sure hope that was the culprit cause damn I hate spiders!
Since I didn't feel I could safely get back into that bed, we both curled up on the couch and watched TV until time for cereal and coffee.
That reminds me,,,,,,
Last week at the tax office there was a humogous spider in the bathroom sink. I tried to drown him and he survived that so I sprayed about half a bottle of 409 on his 8-legged ass. That killed him. (just thought ya'll might be able to use that information some day)
I awoke to an urgent tug on my big toe and groggily looked down to the foot of the bed to see Zach standing there.
"Get UP, Nanaw,,get up, there's a big spider in the bed"!!
About mid-way through that remark I hit the floor running and swiping at imagined arachnids that I could feel crawling all over me! After I came to the end of my running room, I ventured back into the bedroom and turned on lamps and overhead light to carefully strip the bed to see if I could find the sneaky bastard.
All I found was a dream catcher that Zach had brought to bed with him. I sure hope that was the culprit cause damn I hate spiders!
Since I didn't feel I could safely get back into that bed, we both curled up on the couch and watched TV until time for cereal and coffee.
That reminds me,,,,,,
Last week at the tax office there was a humogous spider in the bathroom sink. I tried to drown him and he survived that so I sprayed about half a bottle of 409 on his 8-legged ass. That killed him. (just thought ya'll might be able to use that information some day)
TOP 10 SIGNS YOU'RE AT A REDNECK WEDDING
10. Rehearsal dinner held at Hooters
9. Instead of "Friends of the bride or friends of the groom?" Ushers ask "Ford Or Chevy?"
8. Bridesmaids: Pink Tube Tops Groomsmen: Travis Tritt T-Shirts
7. Phrase "I Do" replaced by "I Heard That"
6. Tender rendition of "The Wedding Song" performed by Pinkard & Bowden
5. When the minister asks "Who giveth this woman to be married"... some guy in the back stands up and hollers "Earnhardt!"
4. Reception conversation includes the phrase, "So what have you been doing since Hee Haw, Mr. Lindsay?"
3. Snack trays at reception: Vienna sausages and Nacho Cheese Doritos
2. Plans for the honeymoon evening include tickets to the monster truck rally
....And The Number One Way To Tell If You're At A Redneck Wedding...
Sign in front of the church: No Shirt... No Shoes... No Problem!
9. Instead of "Friends of the bride or friends of the groom?" Ushers ask "Ford Or Chevy?"
8. Bridesmaids: Pink Tube Tops Groomsmen: Travis Tritt T-Shirts
7. Phrase "I Do" replaced by "I Heard That"
6. Tender rendition of "The Wedding Song" performed by Pinkard & Bowden
5. When the minister asks "Who giveth this woman to be married"... some guy in the back stands up and hollers "Earnhardt!"
4. Reception conversation includes the phrase, "So what have you been doing since Hee Haw, Mr. Lindsay?"
3. Snack trays at reception: Vienna sausages and Nacho Cheese Doritos
2. Plans for the honeymoon evening include tickets to the monster truck rally
....And The Number One Way To Tell If You're At A Redneck Wedding...
Sign in front of the church: No Shirt... No Shoes... No Problem!
Monday, April 19, 2004
Wild Hog Music Festival 2004
Not wanting to tramatize anyone who might have the image of this old broad chasing wild piggys down main street Helena, I thought I'd post the link to save ya'll from the nightmares.
Miz Kim, this is especially for you! (big grin).
Miz Kim, this is especially for you! (big grin).
Color me cooked
Another day outdoors on a windy, sunny day and I'm medium rare.
I do believe I'll sit in the shade during Zach's ball practice late this afternoon.
This week is going to be fairly busy. Today I have the girls until around 3 or so, then Zach's late ball practice. I have to do some shopping one day to find the rest of the equipment that Zach's going to need for baseball and Abie and Jerri have birthday's this week.
I had a call yesterday asking if I'd volunteer to sell beer at the Wild Hog Festival in Helena on Friday. I'm also supposed to attend their volunteer party Thursday evening to pick up my volunteer pass. It should be fun cause I enjoy meeting new folks and watching the drunken activities. (grin).
I do believe I'll sit in the shade during Zach's ball practice late this afternoon.
This week is going to be fairly busy. Today I have the girls until around 3 or so, then Zach's late ball practice. I have to do some shopping one day to find the rest of the equipment that Zach's going to need for baseball and Abie and Jerri have birthday's this week.
I had a call yesterday asking if I'd volunteer to sell beer at the Wild Hog Festival in Helena on Friday. I'm also supposed to attend their volunteer party Thursday evening to pick up my volunteer pass. It should be fun cause I enjoy meeting new folks and watching the drunken activities. (grin).
Saturday, April 17, 2004
No rest for the wicked
I woke up too early this morning, but had full intentions of taking a nap later in the morning. That didn't work out as Jami and the girls were here about mid-morning and by the time they left it was too near time to take Zach to ball practice.
I'm still feeling pretty crappy and on top of the stuffy, head pounding, achy feelings, I've got a few spots of poison ivy on my right arm and left hip. (before you ask, ,,Hell, I don't know. Still trying to figure it out myself). So here I sit, sniffin and scratchin.
After ball practice was over at around 4, we came home and James cooked some burgers on the grill. Jami and the girls came by again and stayed for supper.
It was a beautiful day to be outdoors even if I did feel like crap.
My azaleas are bloomin
And my irises
I'm still feeling pretty crappy and on top of the stuffy, head pounding, achy feelings, I've got a few spots of poison ivy on my right arm and left hip. (before you ask, ,,Hell, I don't know. Still trying to figure it out myself). So here I sit, sniffin and scratchin.
After ball practice was over at around 4, we came home and James cooked some burgers on the grill. Jami and the girls came by again and stayed for supper.
It was a beautiful day to be outdoors even if I did feel like crap.
My azaleas are bloomin
And my irises
Ok, here's the deal
I can't see nuttin in my outlook express. The emails are there but the preview is blank as well as the email itself when I open it. This sucks.
I downloaded the email program that Wanda suggested but through it can only get text messages, no attachments. I'll all up in attachments cause I surely do love those photos and cartoons from friends. This sucks.
I can't reinstall IE6 the way I'd prefer cause it won't install over the same version (does that sentence make a lick of sense?)
Soooooooooo......what I've decided to try, and mind you this is a long drawn out ordeal from a 56k modem (which on good days gets a 26k connection), is install Netscape 7.1 (as I'm doing as I type this), then uninstall any and all IE6 programs from my machine, then do a new installation of IE6. Outlook express comes in the IE6 download and I since I can't find a place to just install outlook express, this seems like the only thing to do at this point.
This should take most of the day I think.
Oh, and did I mention that Zach has ball practice over in north Helena at 2? (I'll have to leave here at 1:30 to get there on time).
I downloaded the email program that Wanda suggested but through it can only get text messages, no attachments. I'll all up in attachments cause I surely do love those photos and cartoons from friends. This sucks.
I can't reinstall IE6 the way I'd prefer cause it won't install over the same version (does that sentence make a lick of sense?)
Soooooooooo......what I've decided to try, and mind you this is a long drawn out ordeal from a 56k modem (which on good days gets a 26k connection), is install Netscape 7.1 (as I'm doing as I type this), then uninstall any and all IE6 programs from my machine, then do a new installation of IE6. Outlook express comes in the IE6 download and I since I can't find a place to just install outlook express, this seems like the only thing to do at this point.
This should take most of the day I think.
Oh, and did I mention that Zach has ball practice over in north Helena at 2? (I'll have to leave here at 1:30 to get there on time).
Friday, April 16, 2004
Not feeling too perky.
Stuffy, coughing, droopy, watery, itchy eyes.
Feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.
Feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
In a pissy mood
My Outlook Express email is not working on my home computer. Who knows what the hell I did while trying to get rid of an overwhelming blast of pop-ups, but I did something. My next trick will be to reinstall IE6 all over again on my puter. This does not make for a happy lady here folks.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Another life lesson learned
Make every word count. Say what you need to with as few words as possible.
And carry a big stick.
And carry a big stick.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?
Here's an update for you.....
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.
Why?
Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig,....
Just to get a little sausage.
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.
Why?
Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig,....
Just to get a little sausage.
Are these sweeties or what?
Abie and Alexis (Chickie)
Zach, MeriKate, Krysten, Abie, and Jessie (from next door)
Monday, April 12, 2004
I'm behind on my reading again.
Ya'll be patient with me. It's raining, which means hubby not able to get in the fields and he's home and a perpetual pain in my ass!!
Warning: My dengenerate mind at work
Bubba and Jimmy
One day, Jimmy Joe was walking down Main Street when he saw his buddy Bubba driving a brand new pickup. Bubba pulled up to him with a wide grin.
"Bubba, where'd you get that truck?!?"
"Bobby Sue gave it to me" Bubba replied.
"She gave it to you? I knew she was kinda sweet on ya, but a new truck?"
"Well, Jimmy Joe, let me tell you what happened.
We were driving out on County Road 6, in the middle of nowhere.
Bobby Sue pulled off the road, put the truck in 4-wheel drive,
and headed into the woods. She parked the truck, got out,
threw off all her clothes and said,
'Bubba, take whatever you want'.
So I took the truck!"
One day, Jimmy Joe was walking down Main Street when he saw his buddy Bubba driving a brand new pickup. Bubba pulled up to him with a wide grin.
"Bubba, where'd you get that truck?!?"
"Bobby Sue gave it to me" Bubba replied.
"She gave it to you? I knew she was kinda sweet on ya, but a new truck?"
"Well, Jimmy Joe, let me tell you what happened.
We were driving out on County Road 6, in the middle of nowhere.
Bobby Sue pulled off the road, put the truck in 4-wheel drive,
and headed into the woods. She parked the truck, got out,
threw off all her clothes and said,
'Bubba, take whatever you want'.
So I took the truck!"
Another sign of Spring.
As though all the green showing up wasn't enough, here's the sweet. little momma dove that nests in our cedar tree.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Easter Eve
As I raised my head from my drool dribbled pillow this morning and looked at the clock my first thought was HOLY SHIT!!! My turkey's still frozen and I'm screwed! I dragged my old, lazy butt outta that bed and into the kitchen for a hit of coffee to get my eyes open before I started thinking about how I was going to get that bird unstiffened in time to have dinner at a reasonable time.
I eventually decided to zap him, pressure cook him, then bake him in the oven with my famous cornbread dressing. Dinner was not done by 12, but we did have a pretty good spread by around 1:30 so all was not lost.
Jerri and Jami hid the easter eggs (they decided to hide plastic ones to save on laundry stain remover from the dyed ones), the little ones scooted out and found them in the rain drenched grass and flowers, and everyone finally got away from here a little while ago.
It's been a long day folks. Hope everyone had a happy Easter!!
I eventually decided to zap him, pressure cook him, then bake him in the oven with my famous cornbread dressing. Dinner was not done by 12, but we did have a pretty good spread by around 1:30 so all was not lost.
Jerri and Jami hid the easter eggs (they decided to hide plastic ones to save on laundry stain remover from the dyed ones), the little ones scooted out and found them in the rain drenched grass and flowers, and everyone finally got away from here a little while ago.
It's been a long day folks. Hope everyone had a happy Easter!!
I appreciate my visitors.
I appreciate each and every time you take the time to come by and visit me to read my ramblings and leave me a comment about what you think. I feel honored that you trust me with your thoughts and feelings about different subjects that may pop into this ditzy head of mine.
When I discovered that Mr. Big Dick had decided to ban my comments to his blog I was mighty hurt. Hell, everyone wants to be liked and I'm no different. I'm one of those folks that feels guilty for any wrong that is done, even if I didn't do the wrong cause it's just possible that something I said or something I did that I didn't know was wrong was,,,well,,,wrong.
I made the decision shortly after the first wave of hurt feelings to put this stuff behind me. So what if I am no longer a part of his comment harem? I can still visit his site if I'm in one of those moods when a hit of selfrightious hate is what I think I need to get through the day, right? I can also be thankful that nothing has happened in my life that was bad enough that I had to think that it would make me feel better about myself to deliberately hurt someone else by what I did or said. I hope that I wouldn't be able to live with myself at that point.
I sincerely hope that no other reader of Dick decides to comment with a different opinion cause banishment is a very sad feeling indeed.
When I discovered that Mr. Big Dick had decided to ban my comments to his blog I was mighty hurt. Hell, everyone wants to be liked and I'm no different. I'm one of those folks that feels guilty for any wrong that is done, even if I didn't do the wrong cause it's just possible that something I said or something I did that I didn't know was wrong was,,,well,,,wrong.
I made the decision shortly after the first wave of hurt feelings to put this stuff behind me. So what if I am no longer a part of his comment harem? I can still visit his site if I'm in one of those moods when a hit of selfrightious hate is what I think I need to get through the day, right? I can also be thankful that nothing has happened in my life that was bad enough that I had to think that it would make me feel better about myself to deliberately hurt someone else by what I did or said. I hope that I wouldn't be able to live with myself at that point.
I sincerely hope that no other reader of Dick decides to comment with a different opinion cause banishment is a very sad feeling indeed.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
I'm hurt, bewildered, and upset.
I've been banned and blocked and deleted from Big Dick's Place because I agreed with him that I'm a fucking idiotic moron who was dropped on her head for not having the same opinion as he does.
I'm hurt because I feel I've lost a good friend and have been judged, found guilty, and sentenced because of my opinions.
I will not be deleting the link to his site on my page because I really think he writes a fine blog even if I don't always agree with him.
I'm hurt because I feel I've lost a good friend and have been judged, found guilty, and sentenced because of my opinions.
I will not be deleting the link to his site on my page because I really think he writes a fine blog even if I don't always agree with him.
Friday, April 09, 2004
Another long afternoon
We spent most of the afternoon with the psychologist that Doc Bell sent Zach to. I was really impressed with this lady and in the way she dealt with Zach. Her evaluation was very through and I felt good that she immediately recognized his distress at being there . She carried out her exam by letting him play with toys in her office as she observed his reactions to questions that she had for him and me. She feels certain that he's suffering from Post Traumatic Stress and told us that since it's so soon after the trauma of the accident he'll quickly overcome this with a little help.
On Monday he has an appointment to see the phychiatrist for another exam and she told us to expect the possibility of a prescription to help him rest better at night. Right now he's waking up several times a night crying and whimpering and a couple of times he's walked in his sleep during these night terrors. I know that he's not getting enough sleep because he's acting out way more than normal and is so grumpy by mid-afternoon that I'm ready to hang him from a pole so that I can get a break.
Anyway, things are going to be fine!
AND our MeriKate was playing within a few hours of her little surgery yesterday so all is going to be fine. I can just feel it!
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Tomorrow we're going to paint and dye Easter eggs. I think this Nanny is going to uncork that bottle of muscadine wine chilling in the fridge too so those eggs may be very colorful indeed!!
Happy Easter!!!!!
On Monday he has an appointment to see the phychiatrist for another exam and she told us to expect the possibility of a prescription to help him rest better at night. Right now he's waking up several times a night crying and whimpering and a couple of times he's walked in his sleep during these night terrors. I know that he's not getting enough sleep because he's acting out way more than normal and is so grumpy by mid-afternoon that I'm ready to hang him from a pole so that I can get a break.
Anyway, things are going to be fine!
AND our MeriKate was playing within a few hours of her little surgery yesterday so all is going to be fine. I can just feel it!
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Tomorrow we're going to paint and dye Easter eggs. I think this Nanny is going to uncork that bottle of muscadine wine chilling in the fridge too so those eggs may be very colorful indeed!!
Happy Easter!!!!!
I am a woman of great and varied and mostly useless knowledge.
It was the worst round of golf that he'd ever played. All he hit was two good balls,
And that was because he stepped on a rake!
And that was because he stepped on a rake!
Thursday, April 08, 2004
I'm so tired
I don't think I could even dodge a bullet at the moment.
MeriKate's surgery turned out very well and they arrived home around 1:30 this afternoon. They took her in at 5:30 this morning so at least she didn't have to stay over there all day today. Now we just wait for the nerves and muscle to heal so they can reverse what they did today.
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The girls weren't too bad at the office today but I kept having to remind them that the office chairs weren't a new carnival ride and promise them Wacky Paks from Sonic to get them to behave. I managed to get 3 federal and 3 state tax returns done whilst babysitting.
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I'm going to have to make sure I go over every item of Zach's homework from now on. I had to edit his homework last night. He was mad at me because I wouldn't let him go outside to play yesterday until his homework was finished so he paid me back when he wrote his 5 reading word sentences. I do believe he'd have been banished from first grade had the teacher read his sentences which included the words "tits" and "butt". I sure am glad I checked over his homework before I sent him to school with it.
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MeriKate's surgery turned out very well and they arrived home around 1:30 this afternoon. They took her in at 5:30 this morning so at least she didn't have to stay over there all day today. Now we just wait for the nerves and muscle to heal so they can reverse what they did today.
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The girls weren't too bad at the office today but I kept having to remind them that the office chairs weren't a new carnival ride and promise them Wacky Paks from Sonic to get them to behave. I managed to get 3 federal and 3 state tax returns done whilst babysitting.
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I'm going to have to make sure I go over every item of Zach's homework from now on. I had to edit his homework last night. He was mad at me because I wouldn't let him go outside to play yesterday until his homework was finished so he paid me back when he wrote his 5 reading word sentences. I do believe he'd have been banished from first grade had the teacher read his sentences which included the words "tits" and "butt". I sure am glad I checked over his homework before I sent him to school with it.
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I'm off to the office this morning
with Krysten and Abie in tow. I'll only been working this morning cause Zach gets out of school early too. I'll be back later this afternoon if the guys in the white coats don't get me first.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Danielle Eliza Hubertina Soons Reyner
You can understand why we shortened her name to Soony (with her permission) within the first few days of her arrival.
In the spring of 1989 we were asked by the music professor at the local community college if we'd consider being a host to a foreign exchange student for the following school year. After much discussion, we decided that we would. I had worries about it at first due to it being our oldest daughter's senior year in high school. I didn't want her to feel that she'd be tied down by having to entertain someone during one of the most important years of her life. I need not have worried about this because Trish took things in stride and made sure that they both had a good year.
Soony fit in and became a part of our family from the very first day. We'd spent a lot of time with our coordinator and other families going over such things as culture shock and language problems, but Soony seem to skip right through all of that. I can remember only one time when she came home from school crying because she felt she really didn't understand what the English teacher expected of them. She wasn't satisfied with getting by, even though that year of school didn't count for anything for her in her country. I helped her for a week or two and that was all that she needed to go on with it.
When time for graduation rolled around, her parents came over from Holland and spent two weeks with us and her aunt and uncle who'd immigrated to the US many years prior also came for a few days. It was fantastic being able to meet her family since many of the host families don't.
In August, 1995 James and I went to Holland to visit for 16 days. We went somewhere different every day we were there and since the German and Belgium borders were very close we also spent some time in those countries.
Danielle has been back to visit 3 times since she lived with us that 10 months 14 yrs ago and during her last visit (which was a total surprise to me) I promised her that when she decided to marry I'd be there for the wedding.
Now I have to keep my promise. I must apply for a new birth certificate and passport since mine were lost in the fire but I think she's given me plenty of notice and lots of time to think of a really great wedding gift.
A windmill outside of Stein, near Maastricht.
Belgium
In the spring of 1989 we were asked by the music professor at the local community college if we'd consider being a host to a foreign exchange student for the following school year. After much discussion, we decided that we would. I had worries about it at first due to it being our oldest daughter's senior year in high school. I didn't want her to feel that she'd be tied down by having to entertain someone during one of the most important years of her life. I need not have worried about this because Trish took things in stride and made sure that they both had a good year.
Soony fit in and became a part of our family from the very first day. We'd spent a lot of time with our coordinator and other families going over such things as culture shock and language problems, but Soony seem to skip right through all of that. I can remember only one time when she came home from school crying because she felt she really didn't understand what the English teacher expected of them. She wasn't satisfied with getting by, even though that year of school didn't count for anything for her in her country. I helped her for a week or two and that was all that she needed to go on with it.
When time for graduation rolled around, her parents came over from Holland and spent two weeks with us and her aunt and uncle who'd immigrated to the US many years prior also came for a few days. It was fantastic being able to meet her family since many of the host families don't.
In August, 1995 James and I went to Holland to visit for 16 days. We went somewhere different every day we were there and since the German and Belgium borders were very close we also spent some time in those countries.
Danielle has been back to visit 3 times since she lived with us that 10 months 14 yrs ago and during her last visit (which was a total surprise to me) I promised her that when she decided to marry I'd be there for the wedding.
Now I have to keep my promise. I must apply for a new birth certificate and passport since mine were lost in the fire but I think she's given me plenty of notice and lots of time to think of a really great wedding gift.
A windmill outside of Stein, near Maastricht.
Belgium
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
We can't forget the children
The fight against terrorism may be a necessary evil but who among us will forget the children? If we do anything over in Iraq, I hope it's soon enough to allow these children to be able to have plenty to eat, a decent place to live, and peace of mind so that they can be children in every sense.
They've never known freedom. Will they now?
They've never known freedom. Will they now?
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