Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Wow he takes some pretty good pictures.
This is what happens when you let your 6 year old play with your digital camera. I was pretty impressed at how good he is at framing things up. I do question is subject matter, well never mind I take that back all the kid does is eat and play and eat some more! I think he will be in charge of taking the photos from now on!
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Well since Vadergrrrl brought it up
I suppose I will continue the discussion of why it is so important for us to visit the doctor at least once a year. I had never seen a genealogists before I got knocked up with my first child, I was 26 and in my 2nd long term relationship. Yep you heard me I was 26 before I ever let a doctor look up my goodie. When they did my initial papsmear they discovered that I had some funky looking cells on my cervix. Now they called me at work and told me "your pap came back abnormal." Well ok I have no idea what that meant, I had never been to an obgyn in my life, I had never had a pap in my entire life either. So they schedule me an appointment to take another look up there, but they decide they don't want to do a biopsy just yet because it could be risky to the baby that early in the pregnancy. OK so I have abnormal cells big deal I am thinking. Time goes on and I live with my abnormal cells and I have a pap done ever other month to make sure my cells are not getting any weirder, and then they decide to take some fingernail clippers and biopsy these cells. That is how it felt just like they took the fingernail clippers and started snipping away inside my goodie. They should have told me to bring someone to drive my ass home because it hurt like all get out, but they got their little sample and sent it off to the lab. I had a low grade something or other, which in layman terms some pre cancerous cells, but he got them all off my cervix with those fingernail clippers. I had to go in and have a pap and then 6 months later I had to have another one, until I had 3 good ones in a row. Now I go every year. I would rather find out early and have them clip them away with fingernail clipper than find out when it is to late and I am dying. It didn't really hit me until after the birth of David, but if I had not gotten preganut and I had not gone to the doctor those abnormal cells could have turned into something major. I beg you all to go and have your annual visit with your doctors, it could save your life. I know some of you may have money issue that keep you from going, but call your local health department a lot of them offer free or low cost screening. There are still about 4900 deaths a year just because people don't get screened so go now, and like my friend Vadergrrrl reminded us while your there go ahead and have a breast exam you'll love it! haha
everything you want to know about a pap smear
cervical cancer
everything you want to know about a pap smear
cervical cancer
Cold and cloudy with a 70% chance of snow
That is what it is like at my house today. I always love the first snow of the year, but this morning was not a good day for the cold. I had all the coats hanging in the closet and they were not there this morning. I hunted high and low for them and couldn't find them. I still don't know what the boys did with them. So I put 2 long sleeve shirts on Cam and the thickest jacket I could find, and I put D in a long sleeve shirt, a jacket, and a sweatshirt. Hopefully they will be warm enough. When I got to the school to drop them off I noticed about half the children dressed the same way as mine, so at least I was not the only mother who couldn't find winter coats this morning.
I had another blog in the works, but decided to delete it as I am just to tired to finish it.
I had another blog in the works, but decided to delete it as I am just to tired to finish it.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Big John
Sung to the tune of.….Big John
Every mornin' on the Hill you could see him arrive
Standing six-foot-four, weighing one-twenty-five
Kinda' scrawny at the shoulders and lacking a spine
And when he spoke at all, it was mainly to whine…..Big John.
Nobody seems to know what's in John's soul
His 'beliefs' are based on the latest poll
Though he'll say what it takes to get your votes
It's the leftist agenda that he really promotes…..Big John.
Some one said he came from Boston town
Where he joined the Navy and gained renown
'Earning' three purple hearts and one bronze star
The home folks said, "This boy will go far"
Big John........Big John..........Big Bad John.
Then came a day back in '71
When he renounced all the medals that he had won
Then turned against his country and his Navy friends
And sold them out for his own selfish ends…..Big John
He appeared before Congress and on left-wing talk shows
Giving aid and comfort to America's foes
It was clear to see whose side he was on
Some say he helped cause the fall of Saigon…..Big John.
He claims to be for the working poor
Yet he owns 5 mansions from shore to shore
He never had to work a day in his life
Cause he learned it helps to have a wealthy wife!
Big John........Big John.......... Big Bad John.
Now he wants to be our next President
And Commander-in-chief of those he resents:
The American soldiers who fight and die
To give him the freedom to tell us his lies…..Big John
Thousands have sacrificed their young lives
To help ensure that our nation survives
A vote for Kerry is a slap in the face
To all the brave soldiers that he's disgraced
Big John........ Big John.......... Big Bad John.
Every mornin' on the Hill you could see him arrive
Standing six-foot-four, weighing one-twenty-five
Kinda' scrawny at the shoulders and lacking a spine
And when he spoke at all, it was mainly to whine…..Big John.
Nobody seems to know what's in John's soul
His 'beliefs' are based on the latest poll
Though he'll say what it takes to get your votes
It's the leftist agenda that he really promotes…..Big John.
Some one said he came from Boston town
Where he joined the Navy and gained renown
'Earning' three purple hearts and one bronze star
The home folks said, "This boy will go far"
Big John........Big John..........Big Bad John.
Then came a day back in '71
When he renounced all the medals that he had won
Then turned against his country and his Navy friends
And sold them out for his own selfish ends…..Big John
He appeared before Congress and on left-wing talk shows
Giving aid and comfort to America's foes
It was clear to see whose side he was on
Some say he helped cause the fall of Saigon…..Big John.
He claims to be for the working poor
Yet he owns 5 mansions from shore to shore
He never had to work a day in his life
Cause he learned it helps to have a wealthy wife!
Big John........Big John.......... Big Bad John.
Now he wants to be our next President
And Commander-in-chief of those he resents:
The American soldiers who fight and die
To give him the freedom to tell us his lies…..Big John
Thousands have sacrificed their young lives
To help ensure that our nation survives
A vote for Kerry is a slap in the face
To all the brave soldiers that he's disgraced
Big John........ Big John.......... Big Bad John.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Some of the best things in life.
I got into bed last night, and like most nights, there was already a small child in my spot. Steve was not home so I scooted his little body over so I could get in. He was sound asleep, and yet he knew I was there. He smiled and snuggled his little frame against me, and I put my arm around him. He grabbed my finger and wrapped his tiny fingers around it. That is how I drifted off, holding my baby tightly against me, listening to the sound of his breathing, and smelling his freshly washed hair. There is nothing better in the world then the smell and feel of your children. I love to hug them, squeeze them, and hold them. I will often just sniff their little head, because they just smell so good. I can not walk by one of them without touching them; giving them a pat on the head, or throwing my arms around their little bodies and just squeezing them. There will be a time when they do not want me to hold them anymore. There will be a time when my kisses do not cure their hurts, and snuggling with mom will not be their safety net anymore. I know it is already happening with David, he does not need me as much as he use to. He is growing up, and I have no choice but to let him. Oh, he will still crawl into my lap, and he will still sneak into my bed late at night, but it is happening less and less the older he gets. I will just have to hold them for as long as they will allow me to, but I will never let go ever, my heart will always hold on to these precious little boys.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Picture day! It is picture day
I am so lucky to have boys! We would have never been able to get a little girl ready on time this morning. I remember picture day for us. It started the night before picture day. Mom would give us our bath, wash our hair, and then she would have an old sheet cut into strips. She would sit us on the table and proceed to wrap small sections of hair in these strips of sheets, they are called rag curls. I would then have to sleep with these torn bits of rags all around my head. In the morning she would unwrap my head and I would have beautiful golden curls to frame my sweet little smile. Mom would have my clothes all ready, a cute little dress, tights, and some cute little shoes. She would dress us and brush our hair, and make us sit still until it was time to go to school, she would then hand us our little envelopes with our $7.00 in it, and we would go off to picture day. When the pictures got back there would always be way more than we ever needed. Even with the boys it took longer to get ready than normal. We got up and I had to iron shirts, and then Cam decided his pants needed ironed too. Ironing is a skill I am sadly lacking the ability to do with any great success. I get the wrinkles out and replace them with creases instead. So having a Cameron, who always wants his stuff ironed is difficult at best for me. Today I had to crease both the boy's shirts. So I got them all handsomed up and took them to school, and told them not to get dirty before pictures, I have to trust that they will heed my words. I put their little envelopes with their $25.00 in their back packs, and they will bring home about a quarter of the pictures that we use to get. It is a good thing picture day only happens once a year.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
This is for Ren, and her shoe fetish.
These dear girl are my feet.
You will notices the worn toes, and the dirt at least it looks like dirt; I hope it's dirt. the calouses don't show up to good, but I will tell you that the bottoms of my feeties are armor plated. I hate shoes, almost as much as I hate John Kerry. You will notice that my feet are as wide as they are long, this has always sucked, and made it hard to find cute shoes that actually were comfortable, and if my feet are not comfortable then the whole world is gonna know it. The only time I put shoes on is when I have to leave my house and go somewhere, and only then if I have to actually get out of the car. I own a total of 2 pair of shoes, one pair of imatation brukenstalks, you know the sandle things made of cork, and one pair of cheap walmart tennis shoes, and I will wear them until the soles fall off and then I will get new ones. I think shoes are evil, and it always shocks me to see things like this I walk barefoot in the snow to the mailbox, I walk barefoot on the hot pavement, I walk barefoot darn near everywhere, like you couldn't tell that from the photo. I have always wonder why people need so many damn shoes, my sister loves them and Ren loves them, and I love my sister and I love Ren, but I would love to have all the money they have spent on shoes, I could take my 2 pair and go on one hell of a vacation! Ok now stop laughing at my ugly, dirt feet and move on people nothing more to see here!
Oh I do wash them every night before I go to sleep, and then I carry the wash rag to bed with me so I can wipe them off before I get into bed, what did you think I actually slept with dirty feet?
You will notices the worn toes, and the dirt at least it looks like dirt; I hope it's dirt. the calouses don't show up to good, but I will tell you that the bottoms of my feeties are armor plated. I hate shoes, almost as much as I hate John Kerry. You will notice that my feet are as wide as they are long, this has always sucked, and made it hard to find cute shoes that actually were comfortable, and if my feet are not comfortable then the whole world is gonna know it. The only time I put shoes on is when I have to leave my house and go somewhere, and only then if I have to actually get out of the car. I own a total of 2 pair of shoes, one pair of imatation brukenstalks, you know the sandle things made of cork, and one pair of cheap walmart tennis shoes, and I will wear them until the soles fall off and then I will get new ones. I think shoes are evil, and it always shocks me to see things like this I walk barefoot in the snow to the mailbox, I walk barefoot on the hot pavement, I walk barefoot darn near everywhere, like you couldn't tell that from the photo. I have always wonder why people need so many damn shoes, my sister loves them and Ren loves them, and I love my sister and I love Ren, but I would love to have all the money they have spent on shoes, I could take my 2 pair and go on one hell of a vacation! Ok now stop laughing at my ugly, dirt feet and move on people nothing more to see here!
Oh I do wash them every night before I go to sleep, and then I carry the wash rag to bed with me so I can wipe them off before I get into bed, what did you think I actually slept with dirty feet?
after deleting 3 blog enteries and a story for the forum
The words won’t come,
And I stare at a blank screen
And I want to scream
And my mind races with thoughts,
And pictures
And a vision I would love to share
The words won’t come
And I attempt one more time
And I try and try
And I cry and cry
The words won’t come
And I think this will be the end
And my mind won’t bend
And this could be the final chapter
And how can I live happily ever after
The words won’t come
And I stare at a blank screen
And I want to scream
And my mind races with thoughts,
And pictures
And a vision I would love to share
The words won’t come
And I attempt one more time
And I try and try
And I cry and cry
The words won’t come
And I think this will be the end
And my mind won’t bend
And this could be the final chapter
And how can I live happily ever after
The words won’t come
Hey Hey Hey
My Uncle Tommy, who happens to be a Vietnam Vet will be participating in the March for Truth today. This is a march of Veterans against John Kerry. These are the men who fought in the same war as he did. These are the men that would never turn their backs on their brother! The march is airing on Cspan today at noon my time, that is Mountain standard time in one half hour!
oh look at this link
oh look at this link
Just hanging out with the boys
That is all we did this weekend just hang out. The boys like to play with the little girl across the street, she is a doll. The four of them get along really well and they play together a lot here lately! Her mom is really nice too, actually I like all my neighbors except for one family, and that is another blog. So we just sat out front and watched them ride bikes and play all day. Last night I was laying with Cam, because he "needed to talk with me", and he was telling me all about life, and school, and playing. I said to him "so what is the meaning of life?" He said "I don't know mom, no one really knows what the meaning of life, it's not like they can teach that at school." He is such a strange little child sometimes. Colton got mad at his brothers last night, his favorite thing to say anymore is "My guys are pissing me off! Oh they just make me so angery!" I just can't think of anything else to say today.
Oh the story game is on again in the forum so click on over there and get writing. Hopefully my story comes out a lot easier than my blog today!
Oh the story game is on again in the forum so click on over there and get writing. Hopefully my story comes out a lot easier than my blog today!
Friday, September 10, 2004
It's official I am a basket case!
| Freudian Inventory Results |
| Genital (36%) you appear to have a pessimistic and regressive outlook on life. Latency (56%) you appear to have a good balance of knowledge seeking and practicality. Phallic (73%) you appear to have issues with controlling your sexual desires and possibly fidelity. Anal (26%) you appear to be overly lacking in self control and organization, and have a compulsive need to defy authority. Oral (63%) you appear to be overly passive and dependent, wanting things to be given to you instead of working for them. |
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Well it looks like I should just go to my padded cell!
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I need you to iron this shirt mom.
Yes that is what my 4 year old tells me. The kid is 4, what kind of kid cares what they wear when they are that old? Well Cameron does! He insists on wearing a button up shirt, I only bought him 2 button up shirts this year, and he has already worn them both. So the last 2 mornings I have been "I can't wear this shirt to school mom."
"Why? It looks fine."
"Oh mom, I don't look good. I have to look good when I go to school!"
"You look fine sweetie, what is the matter with that shirt?"
"It isn't a dress up shirt mom."
"Sure it is look there isn't a stain one on it, and I don't have a dress shirt for you to wear this morning." He is wearing a polo shirt today, you know with the buttons at the neck and the collar, but no that is not good enough for him!
"Will you go get me somemore then."
"Sure honey."
"Ok, well lets go to the store now."
"You have to go to school right now."
"but I need a shirt."
"You have a shirt on."
"MOM" he says through gritted teeth.
I am sure next year I will have to get him ties to go with his dress shirts! Cameron has always been more of an adult than a child in his thinking. The kid just understands things that most kids his age don't. He doesn't question things like most kids that young do, he just gets it. He was never a "why" child. Both his brother still do the "why mom", not Cam, he is usually answering his brothers "whys". I often tell David and Colton when they ask me why to go ask Cameron, because he can give them the correct answer and give it in such a simple way that they can understand what he means. David ask me the other day "why do people have babies." Before I could answer Cameron says "if people didn't have babies David then there wouldn't be anymore people!" "Really mom?" David said in disbelief. "yes honey that is true." He does things like that all the time, it is like he is an old soul, like he has been here before and brought part of that experience with him this time too. He still enjoys doing the normal kid stuff, but his little mind is always thinking. Some times he frightens me with his knowledge of the world around him, and how easy it is for him to understand things that kids his age normally are not even thinking about. He has explained rainbows to his brothers, and he understands that the earth spins and that is how it gets dark and light, he doesn't believe in monsters, and thinks David is weird because he does. He knows the difference between imagination and real life, and he can use his imagination to create his own little world. He is just so different than his brothers.
"Why? It looks fine."
"Oh mom, I don't look good. I have to look good when I go to school!"
"You look fine sweetie, what is the matter with that shirt?"
"It isn't a dress up shirt mom."
"Sure it is look there isn't a stain one on it, and I don't have a dress shirt for you to wear this morning." He is wearing a polo shirt today, you know with the buttons at the neck and the collar, but no that is not good enough for him!
"Will you go get me somemore then."
"Sure honey."
"Ok, well lets go to the store now."
"You have to go to school right now."
"but I need a shirt."
"You have a shirt on."
"MOM" he says through gritted teeth.
I am sure next year I will have to get him ties to go with his dress shirts! Cameron has always been more of an adult than a child in his thinking. The kid just understands things that most kids his age don't. He doesn't question things like most kids that young do, he just gets it. He was never a "why" child. Both his brother still do the "why mom", not Cam, he is usually answering his brothers "whys". I often tell David and Colton when they ask me why to go ask Cameron, because he can give them the correct answer and give it in such a simple way that they can understand what he means. David ask me the other day "why do people have babies." Before I could answer Cameron says "if people didn't have babies David then there wouldn't be anymore people!" "Really mom?" David said in disbelief. "yes honey that is true." He does things like that all the time, it is like he is an old soul, like he has been here before and brought part of that experience with him this time too. He still enjoys doing the normal kid stuff, but his little mind is always thinking. Some times he frightens me with his knowledge of the world around him, and how easy it is for him to understand things that kids his age normally are not even thinking about. He has explained rainbows to his brothers, and he understands that the earth spins and that is how it gets dark and light, he doesn't believe in monsters, and thinks David is weird because he does. He knows the difference between imagination and real life, and he can use his imagination to create his own little world. He is just so different than his brothers.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
A peek into our morning
7:20 alarm goes off. I stumble out of bed, and feel my way to the coffee pot, sweet wonder nectar of the gods will soon be brewing! I can see a little clearer as I make my way to the bathroom gotta potty before I can move anymore. I then go into the room where my boys are sleeping, or are suppose to be sleeping, most time at least one of them has made their way into the middle of my bed. I stand there a few minutes just looking at them, and then I smell the coffee and it wakes me up a bit more. I gentle sit down on the edge of the bed to wake up David, he hates waking up. "Sugar baby it is time to get up. You have to go to school." He turns over and throws the blanket over his head, usually at this point I can't help myself and I jump under the covers and pull him as close to me as I can and snuggle him up for just a few minutes while I kiss his little blonde head and tell him how much I love him. I know he is awake, but he never responds; he just lays there pretending to still be asleep. I make my way to Cameron, who is usually the one in my bed, and I flop down on the bed. "Hey baby you gonna go to school today?" His eyes pop open, he smiles, and says "Can I have French toast for breakfast?" "Sure" I say "I will meet you in the kitchen." and off I go to make them some French toast. I get the breakfast all ready, Cam is waiting in the living room watching a little TV waking up. I give him his breakfast, and go in to drag the D man out of bed. "Breakfast is ready D, come and eat, hurry up so we are not late." To this I get one open eye as I hear Cam "mom you forgot my milk." I hurry back in to get his milk; give it to him, and rush back to get D out of bed.
"Ok David it is time to get up now, we don't have anymore time left for you to be laying here."
"Ok mom, I want cereal"
"I made French toast already."
"Why did you make French toast? I wanted cereal."
"because Cam asked for French toast."
"why does he always get to pick breakfast? That's just not fair, and I am not getting up."
"He gets to pick because he gets up right away, if you would get up first you could pick breakfast. Now come on little man, you have ten minutes to eat."
On our way out of the room he decides he is not going to school because he didn't get to pick breakfast, and I assure him he will go to school even if he has to go hungry, and then he proceeds to complain about everything. I give him his French toast, he scarves it down, and then goes and takes a shower as I am yelling "and use soap, and wash your hair" Cam at this point is still chewing his first bite of French toast! "Cam hurry up and eat so you can get in the shower." "OK mom" he says and never increases his speed one little bit. David is out of the shower by this time, I go in and smell his head to make sure he washed it, and then he brushes his teeth as I poke a few more bites of breakfast into Cam and lead him to the shower. I make him get wet, I pour shampoo on his little head, he scrubs as I get his toothbrush. "Ok rinse off now Cam." "Ok mom" he says as I hand him his toothbrush in the shower, because we are running out of time and I still need to find some socks that I left in the dryer last night. As I am running down the stair I am yelling "Hurry up Cam, David get yourself dressed."
"I don't know where my clothes are mom."
"David they are in the same place I put them every morning now get dressed damnit"
"Ok mom."
I find 2 pair of socks stumble up the stairs, run into the bathroom, turn off the water, wrap Cam the man in a towel, and find David standing naked in front of the TV.
"Why aren't you dressed?" to which I receive a blank stare as if I couldn't be talking to him.
I shut the TV off, drag him to the couch where I have laid his clothes, and begin cramming them on his little body, then I do the same to Cam as I am telling D to find his shoes, which he usually puts on. In the rare event that he has actually gotten himself dressed I usually find his underwear laying in the same place I left them, and when I ask why he doesn't have them on he replies "OH I don't need them."
Now at this point we have about 3 minutes to get to the school, so they grab back packs I grab Colton and we run to the van, I tear out of the driveway and we make it the few blocks to school just as the bell is ringing.
"Ok David it is time to get up now, we don't have anymore time left for you to be laying here."
"Ok mom, I want cereal"
"I made French toast already."
"Why did you make French toast? I wanted cereal."
"because Cam asked for French toast."
"why does he always get to pick breakfast? That's just not fair, and I am not getting up."
"He gets to pick because he gets up right away, if you would get up first you could pick breakfast. Now come on little man, you have ten minutes to eat."
On our way out of the room he decides he is not going to school because he didn't get to pick breakfast, and I assure him he will go to school even if he has to go hungry, and then he proceeds to complain about everything. I give him his French toast, he scarves it down, and then goes and takes a shower as I am yelling "and use soap, and wash your hair" Cam at this point is still chewing his first bite of French toast! "Cam hurry up and eat so you can get in the shower." "OK mom" he says and never increases his speed one little bit. David is out of the shower by this time, I go in and smell his head to make sure he washed it, and then he brushes his teeth as I poke a few more bites of breakfast into Cam and lead him to the shower. I make him get wet, I pour shampoo on his little head, he scrubs as I get his toothbrush. "Ok rinse off now Cam." "Ok mom" he says as I hand him his toothbrush in the shower, because we are running out of time and I still need to find some socks that I left in the dryer last night. As I am running down the stair I am yelling "Hurry up Cam, David get yourself dressed."
"I don't know where my clothes are mom."
"David they are in the same place I put them every morning now get dressed damnit"
"Ok mom."
I find 2 pair of socks stumble up the stairs, run into the bathroom, turn off the water, wrap Cam the man in a towel, and find David standing naked in front of the TV.
"Why aren't you dressed?" to which I receive a blank stare as if I couldn't be talking to him.
I shut the TV off, drag him to the couch where I have laid his clothes, and begin cramming them on his little body, then I do the same to Cam as I am telling D to find his shoes, which he usually puts on. In the rare event that he has actually gotten himself dressed I usually find his underwear laying in the same place I left them, and when I ask why he doesn't have them on he replies "OH I don't need them."
Now at this point we have about 3 minutes to get to the school, so they grab back packs I grab Colton and we run to the van, I tear out of the driveway and we make it the few blocks to school just as the bell is ringing.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Boy things have sure change since I was a kid
I had the honor of going to back to school night last night. I always enjoy meeting the teachers. I already know Cam’s teacher, he had her last year and so did David. She is awesome cool and the boys love her. David’s first grade teacher seems very nice, and he has given me rave reviews about her so far. Steve was late getting home from work, because he forgot I was going to school, so I ended up meeting him in the parking lot so I could hand the boys off to him, I took them with me last year and that was just a mistake!
I went to the D mans class first, and I found his little place; sat in his little chair, and his teacher gave us a run down of the things that they would be learning this year. They actually still teach reading, writing, and math, and I was happy to know these subjects are still important, for how long, remains to be seen though. They will also be learning Spanish again this year; they have to teach it from like K to 4th grade or something like that. I find that just insane, for the simple reason that if your going to live in this country you damn well better speak the same language the rest of us do. I think we are to tolerant of foreign cultures moving here and not speaking English, there is nothing that sets fire to my blood more than standing in line at the store and having someone who can’t speak a lick of English reaching into their wallet or purse and pay with their welfare card. I would never be so rude as to move to their country and not speak the same language. I have nothing against Spanish speaking cultures, or any other culture for that matter, but I think it should be mandatory for anyone living in the United States to speak the freaking language. When the settlers first started coming here they were not all from England, there were a lot of them from other non English speaking countries, and yet they learned to speak English so why do we settle for anything less now days…OH yeah I was talking about back to school night, sorry.
They also get to go to PE and music class twice a week in first grade. I can see the importance of going to both these classes 2 times in a week! With all the overweight, unhealthy kids these days it is important to have gym class, I think they should have it everyday, and just cut out the reading and writing, because lets face it being active and attractive is much more important than being able to read or write. D’s class is full of active, normal sized kids so PE is really paying off. Music class, I have fond memories of music class, it happened every other week when I was in grade school. I think that is probably what is wrong with me today; there was not enough music class when I was growing up. I was happy to know that they get to go twice a week, really if our kids can’t sing twinkle twinkle little star how far in life do we expect them to go? They get art class once a week too, isn’t first grade one big art class? I was surprised to find that they also get to go to computer lab once a week.
Computer lab was something we didn’t have when I was growing up, hell I didn’t even know what a computer was when I was in first grade, it was after all some 27 years ago when I was in first grade. It is good to know they get a little fun time on the computers once a week. I know technology is just not as important as PE or music class, what will they ever use it for really? It is not as if they could actually get a job with computer skills, but at least they get a little fun time aside from all the learning they will have to be doing.
I think this year will be a good year for my little man. His favorite time is recess and they get three of those a day.
I went to the D mans class first, and I found his little place; sat in his little chair, and his teacher gave us a run down of the things that they would be learning this year. They actually still teach reading, writing, and math, and I was happy to know these subjects are still important, for how long, remains to be seen though. They will also be learning Spanish again this year; they have to teach it from like K to 4th grade or something like that. I find that just insane, for the simple reason that if your going to live in this country you damn well better speak the same language the rest of us do. I think we are to tolerant of foreign cultures moving here and not speaking English, there is nothing that sets fire to my blood more than standing in line at the store and having someone who can’t speak a lick of English reaching into their wallet or purse and pay with their welfare card. I would never be so rude as to move to their country and not speak the same language. I have nothing against Spanish speaking cultures, or any other culture for that matter, but I think it should be mandatory for anyone living in the United States to speak the freaking language. When the settlers first started coming here they were not all from England, there were a lot of them from other non English speaking countries, and yet they learned to speak English so why do we settle for anything less now days…OH yeah I was talking about back to school night, sorry.
They also get to go to PE and music class twice a week in first grade. I can see the importance of going to both these classes 2 times in a week! With all the overweight, unhealthy kids these days it is important to have gym class, I think they should have it everyday, and just cut out the reading and writing, because lets face it being active and attractive is much more important than being able to read or write. D’s class is full of active, normal sized kids so PE is really paying off. Music class, I have fond memories of music class, it happened every other week when I was in grade school. I think that is probably what is wrong with me today; there was not enough music class when I was growing up. I was happy to know that they get to go twice a week, really if our kids can’t sing twinkle twinkle little star how far in life do we expect them to go? They get art class once a week too, isn’t first grade one big art class? I was surprised to find that they also get to go to computer lab once a week.
Computer lab was something we didn’t have when I was growing up, hell I didn’t even know what a computer was when I was in first grade, it was after all some 27 years ago when I was in first grade. It is good to know they get a little fun time on the computers once a week. I know technology is just not as important as PE or music class, what will they ever use it for really? It is not as if they could actually get a job with computer skills, but at least they get a little fun time aside from all the learning they will have to be doing.
I think this year will be a good year for my little man. His favorite time is recess and they get three of those a day.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
All right I'll post
I just didn't even feel like logging on the computer this weekend. I tried a few times would read one blog and then log off. So we are on week 2 of school, and I have already lost my mind! I was suppose to get the film developed for Cam's pre school class and I forgot, so I ran to Walgreen to the one hour film developer thing. Well I was trying to get the film back to class before it was out, so they could put their pictures on the covers of their portfolios. I got to Walgreen at 9:45 and at 11:25 they just finished my film, well school gets out at 11:30 so I had to race back to the school and get Cameron. I was almost ten minutes late, and they didn't get the pictures in time! It is back to school night and Mrs. Shreve likes to have their stuff all ready to show the parents! I am leaving the boys home with Steve and then I am going to go to back to school night and meet D's teacher. I am really lucky because I got to know Cam's teacher really well last year. David and Cam both had her last year, and she is a great teacher. Thankfully Cam wasn't worried about me being late to get him; he knew I would be right there. As I walked into the school I remember that I have forgotten to give D lunch money, so I ran into the office to give them some money so he can eat this week. The girls assured me that they would never not feed one of the kids, they would have charged his lunch and sent me a note home, so I guess I am not the only one who has forgotten lunch money! We didn't do much this weekend. Mom and dad came Sunday and we spent the day at homedepot and went to Red Lobster for lunch, and last night I got to talk to Vadergrrrl for a bit, which was good because I had been worried about her, and then I got a call from Tricia, and those were the exciting 3 day weekends events in my world.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Well if I can wake up long enough to blog!
I don't know what has been wrong with me, all I seem to do these days is sleep. Thursday I was in bed at 9:30, slept until 7:30 friday morning, got up went with the boys to school to do my volunteer time at the preschool, came home and by 4 I was napping, I didn't get up until 7:30, then last night I was in bed at 10 and I didn't get up until 11 this morning. I could go lay down and take a nap now. What the heck is up with that, I seem to go from one extream to the other.
Anyway I went to preschool with Cam on friday. It is always fun to go watch them in school. I have to have 2 hours a week of time in to keep him in school. Sometimes that gets a little hard to do because I have to bring Colton with me a lot of the time, and they really don't like me to have to do that, but I don't have anyone here who can watch him. He could have actually went to school this year, but I was not ready to let him go! I really wasn't ready to let any of them go, but sending the baby this year was just not something I could do. I am actaully off to clean house today. With all this napping I have not gotten a thing done around here.
Anyway I went to preschool with Cam on friday. It is always fun to go watch them in school. I have to have 2 hours a week of time in to keep him in school. Sometimes that gets a little hard to do because I have to bring Colton with me a lot of the time, and they really don't like me to have to do that, but I don't have anyone here who can watch him. He could have actually went to school this year, but I was not ready to let him go! I really wasn't ready to let any of them go, but sending the baby this year was just not something I could do. I am actaully off to clean house today. With all this napping I have not gotten a thing done around here.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
School Daze
the boys
Sometimes I don't know where the days have gone. It seems like it should be Tuesday and it is Thursday. I lose days a lot. Really I don't know where summer went, it seems like the boys should just be getting out of school, and not starting back. Yesterday was Cam's first day. He loves school, he loves to learn. He will be my little smart kid, while his brothers will do just enough to stay on whatever team they are playing on, book learning is not Davids thing he is a little jock all the way. Cam enjoys tossing the baseball around and he likes playing basketball and football, but he just isn't passionate about it like D is, no David could throw a ball before he could walk. He got one of those playschool basketball hoops for his 1st birthday and he would stand back and shoot, making more shots then he would miss. He would get so upset at himself when he missed. Cam just never had the passion for that kind of thing, don't get me wrong he is a very active child. He loves to run and ride his bike, and play outside, but give him a book, and tell him what the words are and he so much wants to be able to read it all by himself. He will sit and make up stories to go along with the picture, and he will count things just to count them. Cameron wants to know everything and absorbs information like a sponge, and David wants to know the rules of the game and how to play it. It is funny how they can be so close in age and differ so much from each other. You asks D what his favorite thing about school is and he will tell you "Playing football at recess". You asks Cam the same thing and he will tell you what book they read or that he is learning to spell his whole name everyday it is something new with him. Then there is the baby, he wants so badly to go to school with his guys. Yesterday when Cam got home Colton just kept telling him "Your my best friend Cam" "I love you Cam, your my best friend", "Mom, Cam is my best friend." I think that he thinks if he really butters Cam up then he will let him go off to school with him. I am not ready for him to go off to school, but next year I will have to let him go too, I don't know if I have enough tears for 3 of them to leave me at once. It seems like all I have done this week is cry.
Sometimes I don't know where the days have gone. It seems like it should be Tuesday and it is Thursday. I lose days a lot. Really I don't know where summer went, it seems like the boys should just be getting out of school, and not starting back. Yesterday was Cam's first day. He loves school, he loves to learn. He will be my little smart kid, while his brothers will do just enough to stay on whatever team they are playing on, book learning is not Davids thing he is a little jock all the way. Cam enjoys tossing the baseball around and he likes playing basketball and football, but he just isn't passionate about it like D is, no David could throw a ball before he could walk. He got one of those playschool basketball hoops for his 1st birthday and he would stand back and shoot, making more shots then he would miss. He would get so upset at himself when he missed. Cam just never had the passion for that kind of thing, don't get me wrong he is a very active child. He loves to run and ride his bike, and play outside, but give him a book, and tell him what the words are and he so much wants to be able to read it all by himself. He will sit and make up stories to go along with the picture, and he will count things just to count them. Cameron wants to know everything and absorbs information like a sponge, and David wants to know the rules of the game and how to play it. It is funny how they can be so close in age and differ so much from each other. You asks D what his favorite thing about school is and he will tell you "Playing football at recess". You asks Cam the same thing and he will tell you what book they read or that he is learning to spell his whole name everyday it is something new with him. Then there is the baby, he wants so badly to go to school with his guys. Yesterday when Cam got home Colton just kept telling him "Your my best friend Cam" "I love you Cam, your my best friend", "Mom, Cam is my best friend." I think that he thinks if he really butters Cam up then he will let him go off to school with him. I am not ready for him to go off to school, but next year I will have to let him go too, I don't know if I have enough tears for 3 of them to leave me at once. It seems like all I have done this week is cry.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
I found this interesting and thought I would post it.
On 18 Feb. 1966 John Kerry signed a 6 year enlistment contract ith the Navy (plus a 6-month extension during wartime). On 18 Feb. 1966 John Kerry also signed an Officer Candidate contract for 6 years -- 5 years of ACTIVE duty & ACTIVE Naval Reserves, and 1 year of inactive standby reserves (See items #4> >& $5). Because John Kerry was discharged from TOTAL ACTIVE DUTY of only 3 years and 18 days on 3 Jan. 1970, he was then required to attend 48 drills peryear, and not more than 17 days active duty for training. Kerry was also subject to the Uniform Code of Military Justice. Additionally, Kerry, as a commissioned officer, was prohibited from making adverse statements against his chain of command or statements against his country, especially during time of war. It is also interesting to note that Kerry did not obtain an honorable discharge until Mar. 12, 2001 even though his service obligation should have ended July 1, 1972. Lt. John Kerry's letter of 21 Nov. 1969 asking for an early release from active US Navy duty falsely states, "My current regular period of obligated service would be completed in December of this year." On Jan. 3, 1970 Lt. John Kerry was transferred to the Naval Reserve Manpower Center in Bainbridge, Maryland. Where are Kerry's Performance Records for 2 years of obligated Ready Reserve, the 48 drills per year required and his 17 days of active duty per year training while Kerry was in the Ready Reserves? Have these records been released? Has anyone ever talked to Kerry's Commanding Officer at the Naval Reserve Center where Kerry drilled? On 1 July 1972 Lt. John Kerry was transferred to Standby Reserve - Inactive. On 16 February 1978 Lt. John Kerry was discharged from US Naval Reserve. Below are some of the crimes Lt. Kerry USNR committed as a ReadyReservist, while he was acting as a leader of Vietnam Veterans Against the War: 1. Lt. Kerry attended many rallies where the Vietcong flag was displayed while our flag was desecrated, defiled, and mocked, thereby giving aid and comfort to the enemy. 2. Lt. Kerry was involved in a meeting that voted on assassinating members of the US Senate. 3. Lt. Kerry lied under oath against fellow soldiers before the US Senate about crimes committed in Vietnam. 4. Lt. Kerry professed to being a war criminal on national television, and condemned the military and the USA. 5. Lt. Kerry met with NVA and Vietcong communist leaders in Paris, in direct violation of the UCMJ and the U.S. Constitution. Lt. Kerry by his own words & actions violated the UCMJ and the U.S. Code while serving as a Navy officer. Lt. Kerry stands in violation of Article 3, Section 3 of the U.S. Constitution. Lt. Kerry's 1970 meeting with NVA Communists in Paris is in direct violation of the UCMJ's Article 104 part 904, and U.S. Code 18 & U.S.C. 953. That meeting, and Kerry's subsequent support of the communists while leading mass protests against our military in the year that followed, also place him in direct violation of our Constitution's Article 3, Section 3, which defines treason as "giving aid and comfort" to the enemy in time of warfare. The Constitution's Fourteenth Amendment, Section 3, states, "No person shall be a Senator or Representative in Congress, or elector of President and Vice-President .. having previously taken an oath...to support the Constitution of the United States, [who has] engaged in insurrection or rebellion against the same, or given aid or comfort to the enemies thereof.
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Kids
Well we are on to day 2 of school, and it wasn't any easier leaving my baby on that play ground today! I was talking with a friend today about over protective parents, and I will admit that yeah I am over protective. I think most parents are in this day and age. There are to many weirdos in this world for us not to be a bit on the over protective side. You hear about it all the time, even here in our little town of about 50,000 people there are weirdos. A few years ago we had a soccer coach that was caught molesting a few of his team members, I would kill someone for molesting my kids. There would never even be any police involved, they would just be here one day and missing the next never to be found again! I think that anyone who molests children should be tortured and then killed, and I think the parents should be allowed to do the torturing and killing! It should be the law, but there are those few in our society that don't think that way. Anyway back on track here, I am an over protective parent, but I still want my boys to become responsible, productive members of our society. I try not to smother them with my over protectiveness, and more times than not I have stood back and closed my eyes when they are doing something I think is dangerous, like riding on the seat of your bike and trying to let go of the handle bars. They need to understand that they are responsible for their actions, and if doing something dangerous gets them hurt after I have told them that they will get hurt, they need to understand they made that choice, and all I can do it be ready to kiss their booboos, and tell them I told you so. I am not saying I allow them to run with sissors or sword fight with steak knives that would just be stupid of me. I am just saying that I try to control my over protectiveness. It isn't always easy for me to do. I would love to be able to control everything they do, but I know that is not really my job as their parent. My job is to teach them right from wrong, my job is to try and make them responsible little people, and my job is to make sure that no one on earth harms them along their journey into adulthood. It is just not easy being a parent!
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