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I'm also on Facebook but I just don't care for it all that much!

Hopefully see you soon

Be honest folks!

This bothers me.

People had this to say about this photo

1992
Hollywood first got a glimpse of then-model Anna Nicole Smith when the

bountiful Texan made a red-hot impression (all 5'11", 155 lbs. of her)

at the A-list Governors Ball at the Academy Awards.

I'm sorry but I am 5' 6" and I know what I looked like at 155 lbs. I looked really good. (So much better than I do now) but that's not the point I want to make. Why did they flat out lie? Who really thinks she's only 155lbs in this photo???!!! They should be honest! She's not ugly, I don't care for the dress (or her lifestyle) but she made being big (bigger) OK. She looks 200 lbs. here.

Ok. I'm not hating on her. I'm sorry she passed and didn't get to see her little girl grow up. I'm just bothered by People magazine.

Been away from the blog page

I just read my oldest sisters post from November 22nd.

Take a look.

Just share some of the same views

I have close to the same views as my pal Glenn Beck. I just enjoyed his blog....read along.
Garden Party
October 12th, 2006

Since moving to the New York area, It’s the kind of place with lots of trees and grass and neighbors where everybody is friendly. Why, even some of my neighbors have gardens.
And that’s where the trouble starts. But let me back up just a little…
See, I love my new suburban life—my wife loves it, my kids love it…we’ve settled down into a folksy, Norman Rockwell kind of place where people are nice to you and they don’t even want anything. I know—it is strange and was an adjustment for me as well. Working in big time showbiz for most of my life, I’d gotten used to the bitter, jaded sensibility that rules in that world. So the “good golly” Mayberry-neighborliness of my new community (they use that word and they’re not even kidding around!), is taking some getting used to. But, back to the gardens.
As far as I’ve always been concerned, food comes not from the earth, but from a grocery store. You want vegetables (and I rarely do), you go to the store, grab a bag of this and a package of that, and you’re done. Apparently, there must not be a grocery in my area, because all my neighbors seem intent on growing their own food. Growing. Look, I know that we all need a hobby, but I’ve always considered myself lucky that I’ve moved beyond the agricultural lifestyle of my ancestors and don’t have to rely on a good “crop” to get me through the winter. I also like indoor plumbing. But some of my neighbors love the whole “back to the land” thing and insist on growing all manner of produce. And apparently they’re really good at it, because this is the time of year when their “harvest” seems to have yielded too much bounty. Then they try to pawn off their surplus on me. Gee—thanks.
Why do people grow zucchini and squash and eggplant anyway? Those certainly aren’t the most delicious vegetables out there. Honestly, when’s the last time you made zucchini at home? And no, zucchini bread doesn’t count because the only reason anyone ever makes zucchini bread is because one of their neighbors gave them a bushel of zucchini since they didn’t have any more room in their freezer for the zucchini bread they made with all of the fist batch of zucchini that came out of the ground. And squash? Have you ever in your life thought or said, “man, you know what would hit the spot right now—I nice plate of squash!” Never. Not once.
And tomatoes? Look, I get it—you’re a miracle worker because you put some seeds in dirt and now you have a bunch of tomatoes. I like tomatoes, but not a dozen a day. And if I change my mind, I know where the grocery store is. They have tomatoes there year-round!
Why can’t they grow lamb chops? Or pudding? Or Cap’n Crunch cereal? Those are super delicious and I’d take them by the bushel. But carrots? Not so much. But really thanks for the thought. I’m all full of salad. Literally. But thanks. No, it’s great to be in the neighborhood. Honest.
See you at the PTA meeting!
-glenn

I have "amy time"

This is defined as time not spent doing laundry, changing diapers, picking up soggy crackers (ugh), dancing to a Wiggles , and I recommend the Big Red Car DVD- that is one that won't drive me mad, and well, it's just me dong nothing. That is amytime.

Here are the last few weeks in pictures:

This is @ the Mid South Fair


This is where you will find us most evenings...I try to avoid the 6:45 am bath slot if possible.



Jeb absolutely LOVES his new Thomas Train set. He sleeps with it. Thomas MUST sit and watch him eat, Thomas rides with him in the car...


Uncle Chad found a "Wooly Booger" for Jordan...

Well Chad is 10 months! How sweet...right??

Well my sitter informed me that this little angel of mine has a habit of hitting the other 12 month old baby!

WHAT!??

He has started throwing little tantrums...for example...if he doesn't want to be in his seat he will throw his hand back and try and swipe my face....if he is done eating he will swat the spoon...or throw whatever food is in his hand....hmmm...what else?

If I set him down and he wants me to hold him he throws his head back, which leads to him hitting his head on the floor, and then I feel bad so he gets picked up...

He is only 10 months. How does he know to do this?

What a face.

A sad season for the Amish Community

Such a sad time for the Amish community. With the shooting that took place this week I began looking at different articles that describe this culture. This one spoke of how they respond to a funeral.

I remeber growing up as a kid we would visit my grandparents in Hersey Michigan. When my grandfather would take me to the store we would always see or pass an Amish horse drawn carriage. The grocery store (any of my siblings remeber the name of this store?) had a special parking area for these carriages. I was just amazed that there were people who did not use cars. Now, remeber I was young and did not understand why someone would choose to not use a car. One time we drove by the home of an Amish family and I saw a young boy (maybe 12)walking through the garden with a rifle. My mouth just dropped and I yelled to my grandfather that that boy could shoot somebody! My Grandpa just smiled and said "No, he is headed to get some dinner. Only the rabbit will get hurt." I will never forget that.

I bet these people have a better grip on the meaning of life, the meaning of family, the meaning of peace.

I was very intrigued by this

"The purpose of living in the Amish community is to be a blessing to God, to do work, and conduct yourself in a way that brings honor and glory to God," Kraybill said.
And they are not ignorant to what the outside world offers, thanks to a tradition called rumspringa, German for "running around."
When children are 16, they are permitted to wear modern dress and explore the sins of the outside world, after which they may choose for themselves whether to join the church.
Ninety percent choose the Amish life.
Garrett says that the Amish prize self-control and discipline.
"They try to handle everything themselves," she said. "They're in control, and their life is very organized."

This is a post for folks here at work.
I am not the size of a car. I am not the size of a boat. I don't have cooties (gross definition). So when I walk by you in the kitchen you don't need to press your self up against the wall and try to be as flat as a pancake. I dont take up that much room. Don't laugh. This is the third time this week, twice it has been the same person. So maybe he is just scared to be near me.
I may not be slim n' slender like a few girls on this floor, but compared to some I am only a third of their size...so give me a break. Maybe I should apologize for not working out for over two hours a day like some attorney folks do on this floor. That's right they are gone from 12 until atleast 2, then comeback and eat at their desk. But they can stay here until the dark hours of the evening.

okay. Back to lunch. Which is not very good and there's no one to talk to.
Lean pocket cheese pizza, granny smith apple and a co-worker who doesnt feel like talking today. She has her reasons, but still.

They had a memorial service for Steve Irwin
Bindi Irwin paid a touching tribute to her father. "My Daddy was my hero. He was always there when I needed him. He listened to me and taught me so many things, but most of all he was fun. I know that Daddy had an important job; he was working to change the world so that everyone would love wildlife like he did. "He built a hospital to save wildlife and he bought lots of land to give animals a safe place to live. He took me and my brother and my mother with him all the time. We filmed together, caught crocodiles together and loved being in the bush together. I don't want Daddy's passion to ever end. I want to help endangered wildlife just like he did. I had the best Daddy in the whole world and I will miss him every day..."

That man planted so many seeds in that little girl. She will grow up to be just like him. He left his mark on his family. No one has to guess what he stood for.


We should all have such a passion in our life that our kids never second guess our purpose.
It's hard to understand why saying goodbye has to be a part of life.

I ended last night in tears.

I had been putting this off for over two weeks now. The last DVD (Part 10) of the series Band of Brothers.

An HBO series about Easy Company in World War II. The producers did an excellent job with this production. During each episode you would hope the story wouldn't end, that death never really occurred, that this was just make believe and real people were never affected.
Not the case.

I don't know how to enforce this, but you have to watch this series. I am sure you can rent this at BlockBuster. Please do.

I have walked away with a deeper respect for these men that served. My grandfather served in the Navy duting WWII, his ship was torpedoed and he lost his leg. He never would talk about it.

Seeing the sacrifices made, seeing how these men are now, it truelly makes a mark in my heart.

So last night I watched episode 10, WWII did end and so did the series, but these men that survived still had lives to live. I watched the last 10 minutes in tears.
If you know me, you know it takes a lot of emotion to get me to tears, crying isnt easy for me.
It was not hard to have tears fall during this.

Here's a log of last night. Well September 13th.

7pm- get boys out of bath
7:30pm- Put pj's on the boys,
7:45pm- go and put Jeb to bed in his toddler bed
8pm- put Chad to sleep (simple) feed him a bottle and *tada* he is out.
8:15- take Jeb back to his bedroom
8:30- take Jeb back to his bedroom, this time lay down next to him
9:00 jeb decided he has to sit on the potty...he wasnt faking....
9:10- back to bed...I leave him by himself
9:15- no sign of Jeb. I eat a fabulous dinner my husband prepared for me
9:20- stop eating fabulous dinner and get Jeb some milk
9:45-Jeb decides he needs to potty again...not faking
10pm- Put Jeb in bed with us, and give him one tsp of Benadryl. (the boy is trying to count to 20, when he messes up he starts over...he cant get past 14 yet)
10:30- Chad says he's headed for the couch...Jeb is squirming too much
11pm- wake up, Jeb's toes are punching my side
12am- wake up, Jeb is rubbing my face in his sleep...what?
1am- Lil' Chad is crying...head to kitchen and make bottle
2:18am- phone rings...adrenaline kicks in...scared to hear bad news...noone answers. My darn eyes are so blurry I can't see caller ID
2:20am- phone rings...caller ID says Private name/ Private number...again noone is on the other end
3am- I am staring at the ceiling. wide awake due to surge of adrenaline from unknown caller
3:15- put Jeb in his toddler bed. He doesnt even notice- whew!
3:21- Phone Rings....AGAIN...i don't answer it, and they don't leave a message grrrrr.
4am- Yes I am still awake because of 3rd call
5am- Horrible dream. I had to check caller ID when I got up to see if the phone call I dreamed about really took place.- it didnt happen
5:05- Chad climbs in the bed, after sleeping all night on the couch
5:30- Jeb runs in the bedroom...Mommy - Movie?! Wiggles?! -God NO!he climbs in next to me. He is ice cold.
5:31- lil' Chad is crying....God forbid he go more than a few hours with out something to eat...another trip to the kitchen
5:45- alarm clock sounds.

Did you hear the good news? You know how excited I am! I am aKostner fan. Don't laugh. I am serious!

Click on Fox News to see what I mean.

OK, this is about me, even though my Blog site is titled "it;s not about me"

How old: 27 years

How old do you look: Uh, I say thirty, but Chad says I could pass for 25 and somedays younger

Tall or Short: 5' 6" (I am the shortest kid in my family)

Quiet or Loud: Quiet, it takes a lot for me to be loud

Sarcastic: When it's called for...my husband used to get his feelings hurt when we were dating...so I layed off the sarcasm for a while

Accent: Depends who you ask. Friends/husband think northern, family thinks I speak with a souther accent

Easy to amuse: I guess yes. (is that an insult?)

Employed: for now! (God help me! my division is slowly working it's way out of existence)- I am working and looking for work.

Own a Home or Rent: I have a home and I guess I own it, but if I were to not make the payments the bank would own it.

Kids: two...boys...

Marital status: Yes, I have mentioned Chad, been married for 6 years! we met in '98, married in 2000

Clothes today: Grey slacks, lime green shirt, shoes from Hell (3 inch heel and pointy tips, my boss calls them "roach killer" shoes- they are so pointy they are perfect for killings bugs in the corner.)

ACT/ SAT score: Oh, it was 21. That is a soar spot for me. I swear if I had gone to a different school my last two years I would have had a better score.

Dream car or Dream Truck: Truck. No doubt. No second guessing.

breakfast today: my co-worker just set some M&M's on my desk! yahoo

Lunch today: Left overs and some yoplait yogurt

ok....there are like 50 more Q's, but this is enough. (I am deleting the rest)

I just need sleep. I am not asking for a million dollars

I think I should go back to bed. Or I need to get to bed sooner. I don't think I have slept one full night since May 11, 2004. (yes that is Jeb's b-day)
I think it is starting to show...(any of you who have ever worked with me are probably saying that it has been showing for quite a while :0)
But this morning was different. I'll explain.
1. I am to be out of bed by 6am, my eyes opened to my alarm clock reading 6:18.
2. Go to get in the shower, stand on the scale (why I do this to myself every morning I dont know), but the scale went said "EEEEE" (error) God, I must be eating food from Hell.
3. Jeb doesnt want to get out of bed! He wants to lay in his new toddler bed, I tried to get him to sleep in this toddler bed last night, but nooooo he wanted to play and sing songs. (I ended up letting him scream himself to sleep in the crib)
4. I am ready to leave and remember I was supposed to leave early to get gas...didn't happen.
5. Drop the kids off at the babysitter...her little poodle puppy decides to snip at Jeb. Great. He is crying...he's ok, it just scared him.
6. It's raining. My hair can't take the rain. I now have Llama hair- Dont laugh you know that's what it looks like when it is wet and curly. (how my husband finds me attractive is beyond my understanding....)
7. Ok, I go to get gas....card declined..."WHAT!"- payday was Friday...I swipe it again...it goes through.
8. Pull into work. Ahhh, finally. We have new doors at work; you must scan your card then the door will open. Well this morning I forgot about the new system. You guessed it. SMACKed right into the glass. Luckily only the security camera saw me.

Well say a prayer for me. There are 16 more hours in this day.

I remember where I was, Where were you?

I can remember September 11, 2001. I know where I was, I can remember that day. I find it hard to believe it's already been five years.
I was asleep, I did not have to go into work until the afternoon.
The phone rang. It was Chad's mom. She said "You better turn on the TV, the sh*! has hit the fan!"
(if you know Chad's mom...you know those are the words she would say :0)
The first tower had smoke flowing out of it, then you notice the second tower has the same black smoke and flames coming out of it...it just went down hill from there. People crying, camera's showing men and women falling and sometimes jumping from the building. I called my mom, her voice was a bit shakey. My mom had just talked to my oldest Sister Dawn; Dawn couldnt watch it, it was making her cry.
My mind was racing trying to figure out- How many people were trapped in the towers? Those people out on the roof - Would we be able to rescue them? They were waving their arms at the helicopter to pick them up. And then the unexpected fall of the tower. I couldnt believe it. It was surreal.
It distinctly remember the look on President Bush's face after he was told of the news. It was heartbreaking. His face never moved, but you saw the emotion in his eyes. He never revealed to those kids how he truelly felt.
I remember the news showing the plane hit the building over and over, I couldnt help but have tears for the people who didn't know Jesus.

It's sad to think this type of memory makes us realize how important it is to know Jesus- and I dont mean to know of him, I mean to truelly know him. So many people live with out having Jesus in their heart. They need to know him.

My Labor Day Holiday was bruised with the news

that Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter was killed. I am so upset. I dont exactly know why I am so upset, but it seems other folks have the same feelings. He seemed genuinely freindly and compassionate. Very rarely do people get to do what they are passionate about. My prayers are for his wife Terri and daughter Bindi, and son Bob (named after his dad) that they will look to Jesus for help and support. What a loss.

I am going to add a question. I know there are jobs that can put you at a higher risk of death or serious injury.
I wonder if this was worth it to him?
He loved animals, nature, and showing the world how awesome creatures are...
but he won't grow old with his wife, he won't see his daughter graduate, or get married he wont see his son play ball, drive his first car, or carry on the family tradition...
Was his passion worth death?

"I'm going to fight to the death for Fluff," Reinstein said.

Soneone After my own Heart!!!!!!! GO REINSTEIN!!!!'

Do you love FLUFFERNUTTER sandwiches??

read this article THEY BETTER NOT DO AWAY WITH MARSHAMALLOW CREME!!!


My friends have always taken me for a little odd because of my destire to eat Peanut butter and Marshmallow sandwiches. Dont knock it until you try it. But After reading this article I know it's because I am from Massachusettes.

The "Mitten" in Monument Valley.....

Can you all help me out on this???? Is this a real picture?? Did this really happen??

I dont have a prize for the person who can answer, But I am wondering....Let me know!!

So what are your thoughts America??
If you have not heard this story Click Here

I think this store owner is brave. He says it has only increased his business. I dont think he is discriminating. I think it is important for people living in an English speaking nation to speak English.

To wear a helmet or To not wear a helmet...Why is that even a question

http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/pgStory?contentId=5688350

It's a bird!?it's a plane!?...no it's....what is that?!!!

You saw it in a movie, or you imagined it...now here it is. Click here to read the article.

You love him or you don't! I've often wondered if Copacabana or Mandy might be the eternal sound-track in the lesser preferred netherworld. Talk about eternal torment.(Well my husband likes listening to him, and I must give Barry a hand clap for "Once in Love with Amy")
Well, it turns out that BM has a new niche market. Seems that down under they've taken to blasting his music through the PA to run-off the hoodlums. Here's the link if you'd like to read the story.
For the next six months Rockdale Council in Sydney will try using Barry Manilow hits to disperse rev-heads from Cook Park Reserve at Brighton-le-Sands. The music will be played through a speaker on a nearby building.Based on reports ... daggy music is one way to make the hoons leave an area because they can't stand the music," he said. "We're hoping it works. These people don't show any respect for the law

Just curious...what music would you have chosen?