Friday, October 29, 2004

One more before Tuesday

Many families right now have loved ones serving in Iraq, most of us know someone who is or has been there. Now say a soldier came home after half his tour, and started denouncing, not the war, but his brothers who served in battle with him. He goes before congress and says they are nothing but war criminals, not a select few, no every soldier that has fought or will fight in the war commits atrocities on a day to day basis. Think about the people you know fighting in Iraq now you know them they are your sons and husbands and sisters and daughters. This man says things like "they personally raped, cut off ears, cut off heads, taped wires from portable telephones to human genitals and turned up the power, cut off limbs, blown up bodies, randomly shot at civilians, razed villages in fashion reminiscent of Genghis Khan, shot cattle and dogs for fun, poisoned food stocks, and generally ravaged the countryside" and then this soldier goes on to secretly met with the heads of Iraq and Al Quidia. He runs with a group of American's, who have been known to visit POW camps supporting the torture of American GI's. His speeches are played in those POW camps to prove that the US government is not supporting them anymore and the only course of action they have is to die in the camp or to sign a full confession that they are criminals who deserved the punishment they are receiving. His words have caused protests against the soldiers doing the duty their country called upon them to do, not the war they are fighting, but the soldiers themselves. They return to be spit upon and shamed and dishonored. Say in 30 years this same man is running for president, would you vote for him?

If you said no and your voting for Kerry you need to do the research, that is exactly what John F. Kerry did to his brothers in Vietnam. That quote is from his testamony before congress, he ran in the same group that Jane Fonda aka Hanoi Jane, was in. It is all out there if you take a few minutes to find out the truth behind this man you will see the evil that he truly is. He isn't for keeping jobs in America, he isn't for healthcare, the only thing John Kerry stands for it traitor.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Oh the stress of kids

I don't know if I have gotten any sleep this week. We finally got over our colds, and all was well for a mirco second. Sunday during hockey Cam said he didn't feel good, and then he decided Monday that he was fine and Tuesday we went to the library with his class, so he didn't want to miss that. Well Tuesday night he woke up in the middle of the night running a fever and crying that his ear just hurt so bad. I thought it was probably from the stuffy heads we have had, so Wednesday I kept him home with me. Then we went and picked up David from school, he came home and played and everything was fine, until just before dinner, the D man looked at me and said "I just want to go to bed momma." I made him eat dinner and then I tucked him into my bed, and he was hot as hoecakes. I got the ear thing to check "how many degrees" he was, and it flashed 102.2 at me. Well shitfire 2 sick kids and I was out of children motrin. I work well in a pinch though I had some cold meds left over that had fever reducer, or as I like to call everything that breaks a fever, aspirin, in it. Tylonel, Advil, Motrin, it's all aspirin to me. I took them both to the doctor today and they have strep throat! So now I am awaiting the onset of strep for me and Colton, because you know we will get it the chances of us not getting it are like a billion to one. I am sure we will wake up sick in the morning, and tomorrow we have Cam's Halloween party to go to in the morning and then Davids in the afternoon. Steve has been out of town this week, but I am sure he will come home sick this weekend, he is always sick when the boys are, and he isn't a mom so he can't be sick and take care of children too. I will have a lovely weekend of taking care of 4 sick children, thankfully the 2 are on meds already, and I can get more for Colton. I hate public school and all the germs!
On a side note stories for the forum are due tomorrow and I have nothing, and I don't know when I will have time to write something so I may have to skip this round, my house is a mess because I can't seem to pick up after these children fast enough, and I have cramps and a headache. Ever have one of those weeks where you just want to put in your letter of resignation? If only I wasn't the founder and president around here, I would try to get someone to buy me out, but there isn't anyone that stupid in the whole world!

The game

Be the President This is kind of a neat little game it is for cable in the classroom. It doesn't take that long to play and is kind of neat for the kids learning about government and how it works.

You get to pick the issues you support and oppose. Which brings me to my post. Capital punishment and prison reform. Now some of you will get a whole new view of me after reading this and some of you will just go well that doesn't surprise me at all.

I think that our prison systems are in need of some drastic changes. Prison is a place your supposed to go when you do something wrong. It is a consequence to breaking the law your freedom is taken away. I believe that prisoners should be allowed a safe place to live while they are doing their time. I also believe that they should do without television, video games, or any of that stuff. They should get the very basic stuff in life. A bed, a shower everyday, use of a toilet when they need it, 3 meals, schooling and a job they don't get paided for, I mean really why should my tax dollar buy their video game, cigarettes, and pay for their cable. They are there to be punished. When I ground my boys, which doesn't happen that often, it is to show them that there is a consequence to their actions and if I allowed them to play with their toys or watch TV then it really isn't teaching them the error of their ways. The same basic thing with the prisons, if they are allowed all this freedom and entertainment it really isn't showing them that there are consequences for their actions. If prison isn't a an awful experience for them then what exactly is it that will keep them from committing the same crimes again and again. If my boys kept throwing rocks through the neighbors house and I said well that is just it you go to your room and watch TV and play video games what did my child learn? That if you throw rocks at the neighbors house mom will let you watch TV and play video games. People getting sent to prison are the same way if it is easy time what does it matter if they go back. I know some of you are thinking but they have to pay for their own cable and stuff. Yes they do a whooping $13.00 a month will get you cable at our women's prison, all the channels too, and they earned that 13 bucks working at a prison job and got paid with my tax dollars, so in a sense I paid for that cable and you paid for that cable. It is just not right and lacks common sense the way our system runs.

Oh yes you know it is coming don't you; I already see some of you cringing because you know what I am about to say. Capital punishment is something I totally agree with. If you have taken someone's life then you don't deserve to keep yours and it is that simple. In fact I think rapists, child molesters, and murderers should all be given the death penalty. If you have that much disregard for another life then you shouldn't get a chance at 24 appeals, and end up costing the tax payers lots and lots of money. You get one appeal and that is it and after that appeal is shot down you go off to the chamber. It is again common sense, it is setting an example, if people understood that murder is punishable by death then we wouldn't see so much of it. I am not idealist about it I know there will always be evil people who have no consideration for the lives of other, and there will always be murderers. Right now a person kills someone and gets to spend their life on death row while we pay for their cable and cigarettes, and they may get out one day. It all comes back to making people responsible for their actions, and if there are little or no consequences for their actions then we should just do away with laws and prisons and live in a society of disorder and chaos.

Monday, October 25, 2004

snow makes me lazy

I woke this morning and the house was freezing, something that makes me want to snuggle under the covers and go back to sleep. The boys had to go to school though so I threw back the blankets, and jumped out of bed; I ran to the kitchen to start my coffee, then ran back to the bedroom to get my thick socks. That is when I noticed the snow was sticking to everything. We have had snow a couple times already, but the ground was still warm enough that nothing was sticking for very long. The ground is now cold and the snow is not melting. The boys are wanting to know when we can go sking. I have not been skiing in about 15 years so I hope it is like riding a bike and you don't forget, because I promised them I would take them this year. We live about 25 minutes from the top of the mountain and they have some nice trails up there for both downhill and cross country. I now have to figure out how I am going to teach 3 small boys to ski when I am not even sure if I remember, but we still have another month before we have to worry about that, perhaps I will just save up some money and hire someone to teach them and I will sit in the lodge and drink hot chocolate all day.

Friday, October 22, 2004

I needed a good laugh today

A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa.
> He took his faithful pet dachshund along for company.
> One day, the dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the
> dachshund discovers that he is lost.
> Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction
> with the obvious intention of having lunch.
> The dachshund thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now!
> Then he noticed some bones on the ground close by and immediately
> settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat.
> Just as the leopard is about to leap, the dachshund exclaims loudly,
> "Boy, that was one delicious leopard.
> I wonder if there are any more around here?"
> Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look
> of terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees.
> "Whew," says the leopard. "That was close. That dachshund nearly had
> me."
> Meanwhile, a monkey who had been! watching the whole scene from a
> nearby tree figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it
> protection from the leopard.
> So, off he goes. But the dachshund saw him heading after the leopard
> with great speed, and figured that something must be up.
> The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and
> strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.
> The leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here monkey,
> hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine."
> Now the dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back
> and thinks "What am I going to do now?"
> But instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his
> attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet and just when they get close
> enough
> to hear the dachshund says:
> "Where's that stupid monkey? I sent him off half an hour ago to bring
> me another leopard."

Thursday, October 21, 2004


People seem to blog for all kinds of different reasons. For some it is their way to get their voice heard, for some it is a joy of writing, and for others it is a personal journal.

I think I am a little bit of all these things. I enjoy expressing my views in a public arena. I enjoy knowing what other people think and feel as well so I open the comments up, not everyone agrees with me and I don't expect them too, after all they are my opinions, my feelings. I have always enjoyed writing, and have kept a journal since I was a little girl, now I keep it all online. I don't tell all here, but a lot of my feelings go into my posts, and I don't claim to know how to spell, or that I can convey a rational thought in a manner that will make sense to everyone. I write it down just like I would say it, I mean after all this is not a work that is going to be published. This is my personal journey through life, my thoughts about things; my feelings. I have never asked anyone to read my blog, if you come here it is of your own free will. I don't do this to entertain people. I do it for me and no one else, and it is nice that I have made some friends,some really good friends, while doing it, but that is not the reason I choose to maintain my little personal space on the world wide web. Just like in my real life you never know what I might have to say a lot of the time I talk about the boys, they are my world, but every once in awhile I will tell you honestly how I feel about something or someone, that is who I am. I have opinions and I choose to share them here. When I am passionate about those feelings I will write about them weather they be about the boys, politics, or just life in general and you can make the choice to read them or not and you can choose to agree with them or not. That is what makes living in a free society a great thing I have the freedom to say whatever I want and you my friends have the freedom to listen or not.

I am offended.

By now I am sure everyone has heard about the statement Theresa Heinz-Kerry made about the first lady. She actually said "I don't know if she has ever had a real job.” Well putting the fact that Laura Bush was a teacher and a Liberian aside, she has always had a "real job". The woman is a wife and a mother, and that is a real job. I was in total disbelief by that woman's words. She insulted every wife and mother in America. So I choose to stay home and raise my children instead of allowing some stranger to raise them I am somehow less important than someone who has a job outside of the home? I know many women who would love to be able to stay home with their babies instead of having to go to a job everyday. I have made the choice to be here and implement morals and values into my kids, my morals and values not someone else's. I have made the choice to give up the extras we could have if I had a "real job". I think the benefits of raising my own children are far greater than owning 4 wheelers and boats, and all those things. Me being the biggest influence in my boys' lives is worth giving up everything but the basic necessities in life. We don't have to give up to much for me to be here with my kids, but I know a few moms’ that have. I know some moms that have to go to work everyday just to make ends meet, and they don't have the extras either. The thing is that once you are a mother you have a real job weather you go to another job outside the home or not. Raising Children is a lot of hard work and not all of us are in the position to hire a nanny to raise them for us, and not all of us would want someone else raising our children even if we were in that position. I am insulted by that woman’s words, and every mother in America should be insulted by her.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

because JP asked for it,

and I have nothing better to post here; I am posting my story from the forum.

Warning it has some graphic language and is a bit twisted so if you don't like that kind of thing don't read any farther, oh it isn't very good, because well I am just not that talented people!

Part one

There was only a slight chill in the October air, unseasonably warm really for this time of year. The kids all decided to have a sleep over in the tree house. I knew what they were up to, hell ever parent that had been raised in our little town knew what the kids were planning tonight. We all did the same thing ourselves at that age. Sweet memories of youth could turn so sour though, and I wished I could retell our story to those kids in my tree house. I wished I could implement the terror of that night to these children, but they wouldn’t have to live the same horror we had, and I couldn’t tell anyone about our night. That is how we referred to it “our night”. Halloween was only 3 days away, and it was a tradition of sorts, started even before my time, the kids would all camp out the weekend before Halloween, and when they thought the parents were sleeping soundly they would sneak off to the old house up on the hill; the house was supposedly haunted, and they would tell the story of the old woman who had died there and how her ghost still roamed about.

There was no evidence of any woman really dieing in the house, and I have come to understand that ghosts are not real, at least the kind in scary stories. Oh I believe in ghosts, they haunt you for life, but I don’t believe they are the kinds that float around inhabiting houses they died in. No ghosts tend to live in your memories and your thoughts that is where they are real, and I fear my demons will follow me to my grave. I could hear the kids up in the tree house and I smiled at their innocents, and hoped they would keep theirs much longer than we had ours. The phone rang interrupting my thoughts.

“Hello” I answered.

“Maryanne, it is Jean. How are you?” she sounded calm, but I knew she was feeling the night close in on her just as much as I was.

“Jean, I am good. How are you?” I tried not to let on that I had been thinking about “our night”, but she knew just like I knew she had been scrutinizing over it as well. We had been there TOGETHER, along with George, Stan, and Marty. The five of us had always been a tight group.

“I am fine. How are the kids doing?” She was making small talk, but neither of us wanted to bring up what was always somewhere in the back of our minds.

“The kids are having a great time, you want to come over?” I asked.

“Yes.” Was all she said.

“OK see you in a few minutes.” I hung up the phone, as Marty came through the back door. I had been expecting him, and soon Stan would show up as well. George use to come too, but this year it would only be the four of us. George had let the ghosts of the past get to him, and had taken his own life after last years get together. I always think there was more we could have done to save him, but people deal with their problems in different ways. I guess that was the only way George knew how to make the ghosts stop haunting him.

“Hey, sis.” He said as he leaned close and kissed my cheek. Marty was my brother, my twin brother.

“Hi sweetie. Jean is on her way. Where is Stan?”

“He said he would be here in a few, don’t know what is holding him up.” Marty and Stan were best friends then, and had always reminded that way.

We sat down at the table and I poured us some coffee, we were not going to sleep tonight anyway. We could hear the laughing and MUSIC coming from the tree house, my twins Beth and Bobby, and their little friends, there were five of them, just like it had been with us. Jean’s oldest Ryan was among them. I wanted to bring up “our night”, I needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know where to start not even with Marty whom I was closer to than anyone in the world. That is when Marty broke the unspoken rule, the rule we never really made, but always seemed to follow.

“The weather is exactly like the night we went out. Did you notice how unseasonable warm it is, just a bit of a chill, but not cold like most years.”

“Yeah I noticed.”

“It was my fault Mare, I know none of you ever blamed me, but I have always blamed myself.”

It had been his idea to follow that shaggy YELLOW dog into the woods BEHIND the old house, but he was not responsible for what happened to them there. Marty always thought he could save everyone and everything, and he was sure he could BEFRIEND that stupid dog. We had only brought two flashlights with us, so we decided we would all stay together and walk in a straight line one light on each end. I remember how dark it got with each step we took, and the sound of our breathing was the only thing to be heard. We lost the dog right off the bat, and then we lost ourselves; that is when we saw the fire and heard the men talking. We should have known that no sane person would actually be camping in the woods that time of year, but we were young and scared. We were taught to trust adults; I guess that is growing up in a small town where bad things just never happen.

Stan and Jean both strolled through the front door disturbing my thoughts. It was hard to believe that it had been George that had taken his own life, and not Stan. Stan and I were the ones who had suffered the most at the hands of those men, but George had delivered that skull CRUSHING blow to the bald ones head.

“Hey guys I got food for the kids, and booze for us!” He pulled the paper bag from behind his back. Stan drank a lot, but none of us blamed him. That was how he silenced the evil.

Jean and Stan sat down, and I got them both cups and filled them with coffee as Stan open the bottle and began pouring a splash in all of our cups. I topped mine and Marty’s off with some hot coffee, and we all sat there staring at our booze filled mugs, wanting to talk about that night, but not sure where to start.

“I was telling Mare that it was all my fault. You know the night it happened. If I hadn’t been so stupid it wouldn’t have happened.”

Jean looked dumbfound, as she placed her hand over Marty’s. “It wasn’t your fault. You had no idea, and we all wanted to follow that damn dog Marty.”

“We could have talked you out of it man, we could have said no way, we should have…” Stan’s eyes drifted to the floor.

I knew that Stan was thinking about the torture those men had put him, us, through. I still don’t understand why they singled the two of us out for their sick little games, I am sure they were going to work their way through the whole group, before George got brave and took a stand. I can still feel those vile hands against my skin, and looking up and seeing Stan’s naked little body bent over that log with the filthy man kneeling behind him. I can still here Stan crying. I remember the words the bald man said as his fingers probed at my most private parts, “you know how long it’s been since I had nice tight pussy little girl, and I ain’t never had me no virgin pussy.” Sometimes I woke up at night hearing those words.

“I still can’t believe George killed himself. I always figured it would be me that took that route.” Stan was teary eyed. This had been the first time we had really talked about anything that happened that night.

“When George saw what that man intended to do to you Maryanne, he lost it. He broke that rope and picked up that rock and just started smashing it against that mans head over and over.” Jean shook her head in disbelief even after all these years it was still hard to believe.

The other man stood up and moved toward George, but Stan jumped up, the man didn’t know which way to turn. I couldn’t see what was going on the dead man was lying on top of me as bits of brains and blood ran into my eyes. The next thing I remember was George telling me it was all going to be all right. “Get him out of me.” Was all I could say, and George said “I am trying to pull him off you Mare; it is going to be ok.” He managed to pry the dead cold body off of me with Stan’s help, and when I stood up I saw the other man lying there dead as well. That is when Marty screamed “Oh my god you guys that is the sheriff” pointing at the man who had molested Stan.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Oh my gosh I finished my story.

Well I didn't actually finish it so I had to post in chapters this time. I will post the next chapter next time if the words are good and I can fit them into the story.

For everyone who doesn't know what I am talking about I am talking about fizzle and pop forum. We have a story telling thing going on, but the competition is dwindling and dieing so if you enjoy writing go join up, or if you enjoy reading just go on over and vote.

Tonight it hockey night so I have to run get D from school, get him fed and dressed and head out. I better do that now or I am gonna be late.

Monday, October 18, 2004

What do you want to be for Halloween?

That was the big question we asked our children this weekend. We took a trip to town to finally get David a new coat, which we found right away. He found one at Target that we both agreed was a very nice and cool coat, and he could move around in it. Then we looked at costumes. $26 to $29 for a Halloween get up is just not in my budget. I don't know who would buy a child a $29 outfit they will wear one time, and mostly here in Wyoming their coat is covering it anyway. So I said it is on to walmart where we found nothing. I swear they didn't have anything worth a crap. Cameron wanted to be a devil, that was until he saw an evil picture of a devil and said that was to scary for him. David wanted to be a nijia, did walmart have a nijia costume? No they didn't, but what do you expect from that damn store if they were not so cheap I wouldn't even shop there! So then he decided on a vampire, oh that is good a little face paint some fake teeth and a cape which we found all for about $7. So then Cameron found a cowboy outfit he wanted. I told him I could dress him up like a real cowboy, we have everything at home to do that, but no he wanted the cheap plastic one ok fine there were 400 other people standing in that aisle and I just wanted to get out of there so for $12.95 he got a cowboy outfit. Then David decided he wanted to be a cowboy in a fake plastic outfit too, well do you think they have another cowboy outfit? NO! So the fight was on with David he began throwing a fit. I told him he picked a damn vampire and that was what he was going to be because they didn't have a cowboy outfit; we had already been standing there for about an hour at that point, and still didn't have anything for Colton. I turned to Colton and said "Honey what are you gonna be? Have you found anything yet?" his reply has made him my favorite child, "I don't want to be anything. Halloween is stupid." People get on his nerves as badly as they do mine, and no one was letting him look they kept pushing him out of the way, and we was finding nothing. So this morning while his brothers are at school I believe I will take him to Kmart, and see what he can find there. One of the other moms fighting her way through the crowd with her kids told me they had a better selection there anyway, and they were on sale. That way it will be just him and I and he can look and find something he wants to be, without everyone pushing him out of the way.

Friday, October 15, 2004


When does winter officially start? Well in Wyoming the traditional Dec. 21 date is null and void. Winter is here. We are getting snow mixed in with the rain this morning, so it is time for the hats, boots, and coats to come out of hiding. Actually I have seen snow in the summer here, it doesn't happen often, but every once in awhile mother nature will throw us a curve. I love the snow and cold. I am not much of a warm weather person at all, but the last few years I have noticed I can predict the weather with the aches and pains in my body. I was blessed with arthritis in my hands, feet, and knees, have had it since I was young, and they took my vioxx off the market, something about heart attacks. Anyway where was I going with this post? Oh yes winter and clothing. So snow, wet cold, hats, boots, and coats, ah yes. This morning David decided that he hates his coat, and really I don't blame him it is a big bulky coat and he looks kind of like the little brother on A Christmas Story, you know when he is all bundled up and can barley move. Then he has out grown his boots and we can't find Cam's boots. David flat refused to go to school if he had to wear "that coat". I will probably get turned in for child neglect today, because I allowed him to wear a jacket and a sweatshirt, it was so much easier than fighting with him over it. So it looks like we are off tonight to purchase new boots and coats for them, I am just glad it is Friday and we can sleep in tomorrow.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

The Debate

I was impressed with our commander and chief last night. He was articulate and well spoken, and managed to keep Kerry on the defensive. I wish he had done as well in the other 2 debates. I think he showed the country that he really does know how to speak in front of a crowd. I thought there were some good questions, and good answers. I appreciate that Kerry did not bring up his "service" and he also reminded the country what a wonderful job Bush did after 911. I thought that Kerry sunk to a new low when he threw Cheney's lesbian daughter into the debate, when they were on the same sex marriage issues, and never really got weather he was for or against it. I thought Bush really got across his reasons for not supporting same sex marriages better than he ever has. I thought Kerry's idealism really stood out when he discussed the ban on automatic weapons, and said that it kept the weapons out of the hands of drug dealers, therefore keeping our police officers safer. What world does he live in? I am sure the criminals were not acquiring any guns the legal way in the first place so it didn't keep anything away from the bad guys. Bush did well when he state that Kerry voted 98 times against cutting taxes. He also did well bring up the recent elections in Afghanistan, and the first voter there was a 19 year old woman. I think that he could have defended himself better against the acquisition of "not caring about Osama Bin laden" Bush did say that, but not in the context Kerry put it. Over all I was glad I watched the debate, I have not been able to watch them, because just looking at John Kerry upsets me so much. I am hopeful that Bush will win this election, I just wish more people could see that John Kerry is a traitor to this country for the way he did things during the Vietnam War. During World War II he would have been treated as a communist, blacklisted and possible tried for his treason, and now we just let him serve as a senator and run for president.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Yesterday was busy.

I got up earlier so I could get ready to go to school with the boys. We were actually on time for once, I am always running late in the mornings. We have preschool in our public school, and it is free, but the child attending must have an adult family member do 2 hours of volunteer time a week. So I went to do my time, and I wanted to sit in with David's reading teacher when she had him. He is finally starting to understand reading, which is good. He is still not doing that well in the classroom, there are far to many distractions for him in there. The reading teacher has him all alone so he pays a lot more attention, but he still won't say "I just don't understand this." I was really impressed with Claire, the reading teacher, she does a really good job with them. She teaches him pretty much the same way I do at home, so at least we are on the same page with him, and he is getting it now and that is what is important. He said he liked it when I went to reading with him, and that made me feel really good. Then Cameron decided to he would stay for lunch so I went back to the parent room to finish up some work in there. I had to make some copies so I headed out to the teachers lounge where the copier is, and there is Cam walking down the hall with Davids teacher, and I hear him say "I can't find my mom." So I got him, and took him with me to make my copies and put some things in teachers mail boxes, then he helped me gather up all my work and take it back to the classroom, and he said "I am so glad you found me mom, I thought you didn't want me anymore and left me forever." to which I told him "I will never not want my Cameron. I love you so much." as I choked back tears and grabbed him up into my arms. Kids can break you with a few words, but he made it all better when he wrapped his little arms around my neck and said "I love you so much mom."
So we came home and Steve was here with Colton. We ended up pulling all the tomato plants out front and tilling up that patch of ground so it will be ready next year. Steve and Cam took all the bags of grass from mowing and all my tomato plants to the dump, and Colton, Jake and I went to get David. We got him home fed him some corndogs and dressed him for hockey practice and out the door we all went minus the dog. They will be picking teams on Sunday, and getting things rolling for the real year. David is ready for real practice. He told me he is getting bored with all the "baby stuff". They have about 15 kids who are just learning to skate, so they try to get them steady on their feet before they divide them up into teams.
At this age in hockey when they put them on teams they try to divide the kids who know how to play and the ones who don't so they get all the teams equal in ability. We have a new team rep this year and she has been so great already. I wish we had her last year because there were so many things I missed last year from an unorganized rep. I think that is why she is so organized, because she felt the same way as a first time hockey mom. After hockey we rushed home, did homework, ate dinner and went to bed.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Tired oh so tired.

The crud seems to be lingering at my house. We were all feeling better for a couple of days, and now we all have sore throats and plugged up heads again. I sent the boys to school anyway today, they were not running fevers, and they needed to get out of the house. Last night the boys got to watch Jaws. I hadn't seen that movie in a long time, but I remember when it came out. The boys were thoroughly impressed with the great white, and Colton now thinks we should own one, and David decided that we should never go back in the water again not even at the lake. Cam told D "it's just a movie David. That shark isn't even real, and we don't have sharks in our lake anyway." I am always amazed by his little mind it works so much like a grown up mind sometimes. Hope you all had a great weekend.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Oh yeah this is about how I feel!

Tim McGraw
Back When

Don't you remember
The fizz in a pepper
Peanuts in a bottle
At ten, two and four
A fried bologna sandwich
With mayo and tomato
Sittin' round the table
Don't happen much anymore

We got too complicated
It's all way over-rated
I like the old and out-dated
Way of life

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
When you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
Well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

I love my records
Black, shiny vinyl
Clicks and pops
And white noise
Man they sounded fine
I had my favorite stations
The ones that played them all
Country, soul and rock-and-roll
What happened to those times?

I'm readin' Street Slang For Dummies
Cause they put pop in my country
I want more for my money
The way it was back then

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
When you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
Well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

Give me a flat top for strumming
I want the whole world to be humming
Just keep it coming
The way it was back then

Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crack's what you were doing
When you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said I'm down with that
Well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

Is it cold season already?

I have a flipping cold. I woke up yesterday thinking it was allergies, but today my head is completely plugged up and the baby is too. We could have allergies, but my bet would be a cold somehow found it's way into my house and hid itself in my body, but I am a good mom I share with the boys.

Yesterday David decided that he needed to go through his tackle box, so we did. When he dad got home he had to tell his dad about it. It went something like
"Dad I got some walleye hook."
"Wow that is cool bud."
"I even have 3 hookers and if I had $50 I could get a lot more hookers."
Well Steve and I were about on the floor laughing and then Steve being the good father that he is can't help himself and he says "Oh it would probably depend on which Conner you found them on." to which David replies, "If I got them at walmart I could get a lot of 'em huh dad."
By this time I was laughing so hard my side hurt, and I had to leave the room so I didn't hurt his feeling laughing at him. Then I hear Cam tell his dad, "Can you buy me some hookers too dad?"
Steve said to them "You guys are a little young for hookers aren't you?"
David, "No we are really careful dad, because if you get them stuck in your hand it really hurts."
Then they changed the subject to getting a boat. Kids are just to funny especially when they don't try to be.

Friday, October 01, 2004

A New Hurricane

The National Weather Service has issued a warning for yet another
catastrophic hurricane following on the heels of Charley, Ivan and
The path of this hurricane zigs and zags, and is therefore highly
Experts predict that this one will cause the most damage to the United
States that we have experienced in four years.
They are naming this one Hurricane Kerry.
Be advised, the only way for citizens to protect themselves is by hiding
behind a Bush.

This one was for the
Trashman. I know he will enjoy it!

This is funny

For those of you that have not seen Jesse's post over at Big Daddy James American Blogger you really should check it out. It is just funny people!

here's a link go ahead and click on it.