Wednesday, August 30, 2006

I can never think of a title...

Don't you love to catch up with an old friend? Today I just had an urge to call my friend Lisa. We were stationed with her husband when we were in the military eons ago. Her husband is still in the Air Force and I give her a call about once a year. I read her updates on the website as she posts, but it was still nice to hear her voice.

Today has been a rather lazy day for me. I did school with the girls and showered...but that's about it:) Camille is playing with the littles and they are having a blast. Well, at least the littles are having a blast. Cami...not so much.

Today is my friend Charity's birthday. She is 29 today. No really. She IS 29. I know that is the age that noone ever passes, but for her it really is her 29th birthday. Happy Birthday my friend. We are going out tomorrow night for dinner to celebrate.

My husband is starting the process to get a dental implant for one of his front teeth. The extraction will be in October. Hee hee. My husband will be toothless for 9 months. Yes, they will give him a "flipper" so he doesn't look toothless, but still... It makes me giggle. I am hoping this stops ALL flirting by other women. Just take that fake tooth out, smile REAL big, and pass gas. There ya go. Only I could love the man after all that! Especially if he says "Git er done" afterward.

Caleb wants a skateboard for his birthday. He has wanted one for years but I have always been afraid that he was going to hurt himself. I guess this year I am going to suck it up and be prepared for the ER visit. He will be thrilled. Absolutely overjoyed. Speaking of being overjoyed, we bought him some race car T-Shirts at Kohls on clearance and those four shirts are the only ones he will wear now. He loves them.

I am absolutely in love with my perfume that Olaf brought me home from France. (You can get it anywhere...he just happened to buy it there) It is call Angel by Thierry Mugler and it is fabulous. Notes:Bergamot, Hedione, Helional, Honey, Dewberry, Red Berries, Vanilla, Caramel, Patchouli, Chocolate, Coumarin.Style:Pure. Soft. Innocent.

That's it from the homefront. Hope you have a great day! Leave a comment and let me know you stopped by.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I just had to post this

Strongest Dad in the World
[From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly]

I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay
for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots.

But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck.

Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in
marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a
wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and
pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day.

Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back
mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes
taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?

And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life.

This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was
strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged
and unable to control his limbs.

"He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life." Dick says doctors told him
and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. "Put him in an

But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes
followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the
engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was
anything to help the boy communicate. "No way," Dick says he was told.
"There's nothing going on in his brain."

"Tell him a joke," Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a
lot was going on in his brain.

Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by
touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to
communicate. First words? "Go Bruins!" And after a high school classmate
was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for
him, Rick pecked out, "Dad, I want to do that."

Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described "porker" who never ran more
than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he
tried. "Then it was me who was handicapped," Dick says. "I was sore for
two weeks."

That day changed Rick's life. "Dad," he typed, "when we were running, it
felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!"

And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving
Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly
shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.

"No way," Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a
single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few
years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway. Then
they found a way to get into the race officially - in 1983 they ran
another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the
following year.

Then somebody said, "Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?"

How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he
was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick

Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour
Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud
getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you

Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own?
"No way," he says.
Dick does it purely for "the awesome feeling" he gets seeing Rick with a
cantaloupe-sized smile as they run, swim and ride together.

This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston
Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best
time - Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world
record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to
be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the

"No question about it," Rick types. "My dad is the Father of the

And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a
mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries
was 95% clogged. "If you hadn't been in such great shape," one doctor
told him, "you probably would've died 15 years ago."

So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life.

Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston,
and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always
find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and
compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father's

That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants
to give him is a gift he can never buy.

"The thing I'd most like," Rick types, "is that my dad sit in the chair
and I push him once."

Here's the video....

Monday, August 28, 2006

Nineteen Years

Usually we dont celebrate the anniversary of our first date, but this year is significant. We have officially been together half of our lives. Did you hear that people? HALF OF OUR LIVES. I woke up this morning to find a CD of Shania Twain's "You're Still the One" along with the lyrics. (Can you believe I have never heard this song before?) Olaf wrote this next to the lyrics:

Hi Beautiful,
I hear this song on the radio sometimes. It always makes me think of you/us. Remember what "they" said when we got married? Only problem with this is the title-it shouldn't be "still" it should be "always have been and always will be."
I love you!

Yes, I cried. I am crying right now. He loves me. What can I say??

Thank you my sweet, sweet husband for making me the happiest woman on the face of the earth.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Animal Control

My dog, Ella, is old and decrepit. That is why I was very surprised when Animal Control knocked on my door. She usually stays on my porch or in my yard because she has arthritis and who knows what else. The nice gentleman that delivered her said she was in the middle of the road about 10 houses away. The Animal Control man was very nice and issued me a warning. He said that the last time I got a warning was in the year 2000, so he treated it like a first offense. I guess I need to watch her better. I cannot afford to pay a fine.

Caleb got hit in the face in PE yesterday (with another kid's head) and has a big huge bruise on his cheek. He doesn't act like it is bothering him, but whenever he gets hit in the head I start to worry about a seizure. His first seizure happened just days after hitting his head very hard while running down the hall. The doctors don't think there is any connection, but I still think it had something to do with it. Needless to say, I am a bit worried.

This is my PMS week and I am happy to report that I am doing much better. Thank you modern medicine. I don't feel out of control or overwhelmed with life. Phew.

Caleb's birthday is September 11th and I have no idea what to buy the kid for his birthday. He is so hard to buy for. Olaf is going to try to get him a ride in a Bush race car. He'll love that.

My children are all down playing in the bedroom. The girls are playing dolls and Josiah is playing dolls too, but he uses his Thomas the Tank Engine instead of a doll. The littles LOVE Camille. She is their playmate. She isn't too happy with that situation all the time, but that's a part of being the oldest sibling.

Have a great day everyone.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Flirting or not?

You know, sometimes having a hot man for a husband stinketh. My husband's work environment is mostly male. I would say the percentage of females that he deals with on a daily basis is about 10%. However, there is one single female that may be flirting with my husband. He told me about it this weekend. When they were alone together in his office (door wide open, window in the office) she yawned, strecthced her arms over her head, and stuck her chest out at him. She keeps calling him "hon" and wondering "why you haven't called me" about thus and such. She send him e-mails that say things like "you rock!" Your opinion please. Does that constitute flirting? He isn't 100% sure that it is flirting. He says it just may be her personality. He has asked another man who deals with her if she acts the same way around him. He said no. But the bottom line is my husband told me about it. He didn't want to because he didn't want to upset me. (I tend to be very insecure anyway because I'm fat) But he did. And I am so grateful for that. I love you Olaf.

Thursday, August 17, 2006

Can you believe it?

They have a confession from John Mark Karr on the killing of JonBenet Ramsey. This guy has such loose lips it's almost impossible to believe him. He has publicly said that he killed her but it was an accident along with a whole host of other things. It's almost bizarre. I'm keeping my eye on it though. I love Court TV and that is all they are talking about right now.

Tonight is Bible Study. It may be the last one ever. We will be discussing that possibility tonight. I will miss it though. I love the ladies there. Although being home on Thursday nights will be great when Survivor starts. Yes, I still love the show even though they didn't pick me. Losers.

I got another shipment of Sheer Cover this week. It will last me a year I think. I don't wear make up everyday. I mean, I should wear it because I am getting old...but I don't. Heck, I don't even get dressed everyday!:) I still love it. I think it is the best make up ever. I also got the bronzer this time and it is fabulous as well.

The 29th of this month will be the anniversary of my first date with Olaf. Nineteen years. Almost half my life has been spent with him. Can you believe that? We have literally grown up together. Not to mention grown out together. Our girth is not the same as it used to be.

I hope y'all have a great day.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


of course the correct spelling is lightning. I hate it when I make mistakes.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Boxers or briefs?

My husband is at the doctor today. It's kind of a follow-up to the neurologist and also to ask why he is having such bad chest pain. My husband is an enigma to the doctors. No one knows why he's in pain or what's going on. Very frustrating to say the least.

Our days are becoming routine now that Caleb is back in school. I am a fairly relaxed homeschooling mom, so I don't worry too much about starting at a specific time etc. I wasn't always this way, but it works for us now. We rarely start school before 9:00 am and are always done with seat work by lunch time. In those few hours Camille does Math, Language, Spelling, and one other subject depending on the day. Today we did Georgia History and Science.

Gracie is smart as a whip. She is catching onto phonics with lightening speed. She writes well too. Her penmanship is much better than Camille's was at this age. Both of my girls are doing fabulously at school.

Caleb is bothering me daily about his baseball game. He starts this Saturday and asks all of us several times a day if we are going. Josiah always says, "Sure I'll come. I like baseball." Cute. He doesn't mind answering Caleb for the 100th time in an hour.

And the title has nothing to do with my post today. I just put it there to throw you off...

Friday, August 11, 2006


We have all heard it. Being a mother is the hardest job on the face of the planet. I totally agree. We have been given real life human souls to mold, shape, educate, and train. Being a mother should make us grow up. Become less selfish. Before children I didn't like to share my food. Yes, it's true. Now I don't get to eat anything without little people taking a bite of whatever I have. I used to enjoy some adult conversation during the day, run to the grocery store whenever I needed to, and use the bathroom without someone pounding on the door. But you know what? I would never go back to "before children." I find some of my fulfillment in them. I enjoy watching them grow. Both spiritually and physically. I cannot wait to see them as adults and hold my grandchildren. I believe my time being a homemaker is the BEST thing I can do for my children. That is why this article makes me so sad. Written by a narcissistic woman who doesn't want to be bothered by her children. Why in the heck did she have them anyway??

Thursday, August 10, 2006

I did post...I really did.

Then blogger ate it and spat it out. I told you all about my week. About how we got a new computer that is so FAST. About how I love to play Toontown on it. About how we set up the old computer in my bedroom so we could get yet ANOTHER Toontown account so we can play as a family. Heavy sigh... It was a really good post.

School is going well with the girls. Caleb loves riding the bus. (He started school on Monday) Josiah misses Caleb during the day though. Caleb was his playmate this past month while the girls were working on school.

It has been super hot here and I cannot wait for some cooler weather. C'mon November. I'm a waitin' for ya.

Craziness abounds with my family in Oregon. What's new? I haven't been to Oregon in SIX years. My mother has never seen Grace or Josiah. Last time she saw Caleb and Camille they were five years old. Anyway, my sil is in jail on drug charges and my 6 year old niece needs some serious prayer for protection. She has been exposed to so so much from my brother and his wife. Children's services will not take her away from them and I don't understand why. They are drug addicts who are in and out of jail constantly. I feel so sorry for this little girl.

OK, husband just walked in the door. Need to run.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Did my Tackle it Tuesday projects get accomplished? Why no they didn't. Thanks for asking. After I did school with the girls and took Camille to piano lessons, I just didn't get around to it. Heavy sigh. Today I must clean the bathrooms. And make dinner.

I absolutely love reading Molly's blog. I am so glad she is blogging by herself again. I used to read her all the time before they started Choosing Home. It's not that I dislike Choosing Home, I just really like reading Molly's thoughts w/out the constraints of "fitting the mold" of the readers at Choosing Home. I appreciate her honesty and the clarity of her writing style. I wish I could communicate that effectively.

Olaf has had a very busy week at work. He is part of a planning committee for the Delta Employee Appreciation Day this Saturday. There will be fun stuff for the entire family. I don't think I am going to go. I cannot stand the heat. Olaf has to go and he will probably take all four children with him. What a man!! I can only imagine how hot it is going to be on the tarmac at 2:00 in the afternoon. YUCK!

I go to the midwife on Friday to discuss PDD. I know I have it. As I age (and start this peri menopausal crap) my PMS symptoms are EXTREME! Let's just leave it at that:) For your own safety.