tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55583977118008268232024-02-22T13:30:29.899-05:00The Queen's New ThroneJust in case you want to check out what's going on in the crazy kingdom!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-49389715517526527512012-01-09T02:31:00.002-05:002012-01-09T03:13:37.324-05:00The Years.....I am so sad and melancholy.<br /><br />On Friday, the Archdioceses of Philadelphia announced that they were closing 49 schools. Four of the schools are High Schools. And one of those High Schools is my alma mater, the same school that my daughter is supposed to start in September 2012.<br /><br />I am devastated. I cried and had a major meltdown. I'm sad and I can not explain it. <br /><br />Everyone keeps telling me that no matter what school Victoria goes to, she will be fine. She is smart, she has a wonderful personality and she will fit in. I agree with all that. But I am still sad. I'm sad and mourning what "we" lost. She was going to my school. I was going to get to volunteer there, just like I do at the boys school. It's an all girls school so they have special events for their Mothers & Daughters, and I was so looking forward to those with her, at my alma mater. The school is right in our neighborhood, we can drive there in 3 mins. Now any school she chooses is at least a 20 minute drive without traffic. Or she would have to take the bus. We won't be right down the street and that is only one of the downfalls. It's a nice, small, local, tight, family school. Classmates of mine have daughters that were going to go there with my daughter. She was going to be with those girls, make new friends and we were going to have our little mini reunions. <br /><br />And now that has all been taken away from me and from my daughter.<br /><br />We are going down fighting though! We are going to see if there is anything we can do, with the backing of the Alumnae Association, the School Board, the Faculty & Staff, Students and hopefully others in the Community.<br /><br />And while fighting, we have to look for a new school for her. My choices are a co-ed catholic school that I know nothing about, that isn't that far from home but still about 20 minutes away. Or an all girls catholic school that is in a bad neighborhood, but that everyone swears nothing bad ever happens because of the chartered buses and protection around the school. The all girls school has the involvement and sisterhood that I wanted her to experience from my school. The co-ed school is, well, co-ed. I was actually looking forward to her getting away from that. I know she'll be involved with boys and still meet them, but I was liking the idea that they wouldn't be in class together.<br /><br />I never thought I was going to have to be making this decision. I hate that I'm being forced to.<br /><br />And because of these school closings, a lot of grade schools will be merging together. To be fair to all the schools, they will be changing the names of the schools, teachers will have to reapply for their jobs and I have no idea of who is going to be running the schools, etc. So basically, that makes my daughter's class the last class of her school. Wow. NEVER thought that was going to happen. <br /><br />It makes me think back. It makes me remember when the school yard was so packed with kids and they had 3 classrooms per grade. Some are down to one room with 24 students in it. It's sad.<br /><br />It's making me realize how fast time is flying. And I'm not liking it.<br /><br />I was looking at some books in this bookcase we have at work. I saw a book by Kathy Reichs. I was going to pick it up but I thought maybe her books were from a series and I don't like reading out of order. That made me remember when my oldest son was in kindergarten, I used to keep a book in my truck. I would sit and read when I picked him up when the 2 other kids were alseep in their car seats. The book was Deja Dead. I never finished the book. I kept it in the truck, moved it to the next truck when we bought a new one. But I never finished it. I read tons of other books in between but I never really read or got through that book. And now, my son is in 12th grade, looking at colleges, accepted to 5 with scholarships and has been offered to apply for full scholarships, based on merit.<br /><br />How did I get this far? How did those 12 years of school go flying by? Where did my kindergartener go? The one who would run around in the school yard, wearing a baseball hat with a blue backpack and always with a book inside.<br /><br />I don't even know where that book went, Deja Dead. I never read it. It probably got put in a box when we cleaned out the next 2 cars. I remember it moving from the blue Suburban to the white Suburban, then to the black Suburban, but I know it's not in the blue Pilot. And there are no car seats in there either. No little kids that need them. <br /><br />And I don't know how that happened!<br /><br />and that's why I'm sad and melancholy.Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-16223692721521995842011-12-06T03:37:00.002-05:002011-12-06T03:57:12.125-05:00I'm just sick of it.....and believe me, I have lists of things I'm sick of. I have lists broken down into categories.<br /><br />Mostly though, I'm sick of death. In a three week period, I've had a friend lose her baby in her 22nd week of pregnancy, we lost a friend who was our age to a massive heart attack and every time I come to work, another patient has passed away. Tonight was the 45 yr old mother of four ranging from ages 17 to 7. And she was expecting to go home tomorrow. Her home not HIS home. <br /><br />Blech! Blah! :::Spitspitspit:::! I just want to get it all out of my mouth, my mind, my thoughts. I'm tired of hearing and thinking about death. Blech!<br /><br />So what do I do when I'm bored at work and there aren't any new episodes of the sitcoms on line for me to watch? I look up Dateline and watch old episodes! Different kind of death! It's more for background noise than anything. I can't stand sitting here all night in the dead silence. Why is it we find murder mystery so riveting?<br /><br />Number 2 on my list......I'm sick of stupid people. Or annoying people who I feel are stupid. I've written a few things on my Facebook page, just updating about trivial things and a certain family member keeps replying. This family member has never commented on my page, she was never on Facebook for years. Now she's on and she acts like we are sisters. This is the same family member that I turned to about 11 years ago and was told that she and her sister had discussed the situation and they felt they shouldn't get involved. Shouldn't get involved? So you shouldn't help, listen to or give advice to your own sister in law? Really? And you and your "real" sister decided that? Okie dokie then. But now all of a sudden on my Facebook page I'm getting "your sister" comments etc. Please, take your own advice and your "real" sisters advice and don't get involved with me. Don't give me your advice, don't even try to act like you are there for me or even know me. I've changed drastically over the last 10 years and you have no idea of what I've been through or the person I've become because of it all. Go away, it's too late!<br /><br />Does that make me a mean or bitter person? I don't know, maybe in some people's opinions but in mine, I've been hurt and there is no getting that back. I learned to take care of things by myself, I stopped thinking I could count on you. So seriously, there is no going back or just picking up, it's not happening. I'm not a forgive and forget person. I'll be nice to you, I'll get along with you, I'll socialize with you, but you will not gain my trust back, it's not going to happen. <br /><br />Wouldn't it be nice if you could write that in your status?? LOL <br /><br />Number 3 on my list this week.........people who come to talk to you, you tell them one thing and then the next thing you know, the entire conversation is about them, their kids, their day, their inlaws, their opinions, their day, their thoughts, their feelings and then.....time to move on. Yes, I'm fine thank you for asking....no I have nothing going on, nothing new, nothing's up because sitting here talking about you you you is just going to make the back of my eyeballs hurt. I'm all for 2 sided conversations, hell they are enjoyable. But I'm so tired of always listening! Sounds horrible huh? Eh, whatever. <br /><br />I'll end my whining list there. Not like anyone is really listening anyway. Tis okay, feels good just to unload!!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-64594802719098678962011-11-23T02:43:00.002-05:002011-11-23T03:46:25.663-05:00Been almost a year.......since I last wrote on my blog. I got to the point that I just didn't see the point in it. I got bored. I got tired of trying to think of interesting things to say.<br /><br />Then the other day I was driving to work. I don't know about you but my mind is going a mile a minute when I'm driving. And sometimes I have these conversations in my head with myself. All of which I think is completely normal.<br /><br />So I thought instead of having these little talks with myself, I should just write them out. I was thinking of just doing it in a journal on the computer but then figured hey, you have the blog why not just do it there. Not sure any of the 26 followers will read or care, but that's not the reason for writing. It's more for me, just to get it out of the head.<br /><br />So, I'm discovering more and more about myself. Not always a good thing! I'm learning that I'm just not a real people person. People can annoy the hell out of me. I think it's part of this perimenopausal thing I'm going through. Seriously, this PM thing is the worst. It's a struggle every day to get out of the funk it causes. But I can not shake the feeling of not wanting to deal with people. <br /><br />Maybe it's time to find some ways to help deal with this PM. Before I hurt someone!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-44382356920322956282011-01-08T00:18:00.005-05:002011-01-08T00:43:57.587-05:00Just some stuff......just sitting here at home enjoying my peace and quiet, so I thought I'd write.<br /><br />We finally have wireless internet working in the house again so I'm sitting in bed on my notebook, which I haven't been able to do for about 9 months! Wooohoo!<br /><br />The kids are all busy doing their things throughout the house right now and the husband is at the hospital having his sleep study done. I can not wait to see the number they come up with for him. I'm sure he stops breathing a lot when he sleeps but lately I think it's been worse and his doctor ordered a study done. A friend from work had this done and she had stopped breathing 52 times in an hour. I'm better he's more than that in an hour. His snoring keeps me up all the time. I'm going to enjoy this quiet night!<br /><br />Of course I'm still up at 12:3o AM because I am so used to being up with my work schedule. But when I do get to bed, it's going to be so quiet!<br /><br />I have a good book to cuddle up with but this computer keeps calling me. I started Every Last One by Anna Quindlen the other day. Seems good so far. I've never read this author before so I thought I'd give her a try since I heard the books is good and I have a few others of hers. I'm so proud of myself, I've been trying several new to me authors. Found out that I love Laura Lippman. I don't know how I missed her all these years. I also read Room by Emma Donoghue last week. That was a tough book when you thought too much about it. It was very good though. I kept hearing the name ROOM everywhere so I thought why not. I'm glad I did. I also read my first Lisa Scottoline which I really liked and loved the Philadelphia & Suburbs references. I actually have several of her books and have no idea of why I've never read them but I'm going to go with the excuse that there are so many authors and just not enough time.<br /><br />It was back to a full work week this week and it started off sad. The young man who was in our hospital passed away. I found out the other night when I went to work. I just cried. I didn't even know him, never saw him. But I knew he was on the floor below me and I just could not imagine how his family was doing. I know there are children dying every day and then multiply that by every hospital, city and state and the numbers are just horrible. I think this one just hit me hard because I have a 16 yr old son. And I know I think too much, wonder too much, imagine too much. These are just a few reasons why I could never ever become a nurse! Good heavens, I'd be a total wreck every day. I just pray for his family. I just can not imagine that pain. And hope I never have to!<br /><br />It's hard to believe the holidays are over, the time is flying! There is so much to do this year and I'm not ready! This is the looking at colleges year, taking SATs and praying that this son of mine can figure out what he wants to be! Not an easy task since he'd be perfectly happy being 16 for the rest of his life! My very own Peter Pan. That kid cracks me up! Actually, I'd like to keep him 16 too! I'd like them all to just stop, freeze, no more growing up! <br /><br />I need some magic dust!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-31816178114747767892010-12-27T23:10:00.005-05:002010-12-27T23:36:20.481-05:00I've been slacking..........and I'm going to blame it mostly on the rush of the holidays. But we all know that's not quite true since basically I sit here at work 5 nights a week for 8 hours with not a lot to do so I could be blogging. <br /><br />Only I don't feel like I have much to say most of the time. <br /><br />So I've decided that for the new year, I'm just gonna say whatever I feel like and let the world see how boring I am. LOL<br /><br />Christmas was so wonderful at our house! All the kids were happy, which is one of the most important things to me! I know it's not about the materialistic things but I like giving my kids presents and seeing them happy with even the little things. I've seen too many sad and depressing things in the last several years to deny myself that little joy!<br /><br />After the kids did the opening presents routine, we went to 12 o'clock mass at our church. My daughter is an altar server and she got the 12! First time in years that we didn't have Christmas Eve mass. But it was beautiful! And I'll admit, I cried during mass. Not a lot, just that filled up, teary kind of cry. Certain hymns always get me but this year, I just couldn't help it, my heart was kind of feeling heavy.<br /><br />Without saying too much and losing my job, there is a patient in our hospital where I work. He's very sick and it made me really sad to think about him being in ICU all of Christmas. I think too much. I thought about his family. I wondered if his mother sat there and thought back to a year ago. How could she not. A year ago she didn't have a sick child. A year ago she didn't think this was going to happen. A year ago, everything was different and some things were just so damn important. I don't think those things were important this year. Most of our patients here are adults and I guess this child is considered an adult because he's 18 but in my book, you're a kid. You didn't do enough, you just graduated, you didn't live, you are a kid! It broke my heart to think of them this weekend. <br /><br />And while I sat in mass, I listened to the petitions. We prayed for many things but we always pray for the deceased of our parish. This year I recognized a name. I hate that. I like to think that everyone on that list is old, lived a nice long life. But I knew this man, who was only 26, wasn't one of those old people who lived a long, happy, fulfilling life. I didn't know him personally, but I know his mother. Her youngest went to school with my oldest. She is a good mother, a good catholic and a dedicated leader to our CYO. She served our parish as our CYO director for 20 years. And she lost her oldest child to drugs. I don't know how or the details but to me, those aren't important. She did all the right things. She sent him to school and church. He went on to college. He played soccer all those years. He started to grow up and he referred games. He seemed to have all the foundation to grow up and become something, anything he wanted. But he didn't. He died. And his mother had to bury him a few days before Christmas. How do you have Christmas on Saturday when you bury your oldest child on Wednesday? <br /><br />I'm hoping and praying that I never find out.<br /><br />But with those two situations on my mind this week, I enjoyed every second of my over- materialistic holiday. I enjoyed every second of seeing the joy on their faces. I enjoyed the OMGs and the I can not believe its. I enjoyed the shopping, the crowds, the traffic, the going back to the store 3 times because it was the wrong one the other 2 times. I enjoyed the back breaking wrapping, the stressful pain in the ass tape, and the lost scissors.<br /><br />I'm hoping that every stinking year I get to enjoy it over and over and over again, just the same exact way, with nothing changing, nothing screwing it up, nothing making it any less crazy. I want to always have 3 piles, one with blue wrapping paper, one with green wrapping paper and one with red wrapping paper. <br /><br />I'll take more piles, more gifts, more wrapping paper colors, more stress but <span style="font-style: italic;">please</span>, never less.<br /><br />AMEN!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-16495996457703999232010-12-03T00:13:00.004-05:002010-12-03T00:39:50.779-05:00And it's the weekend....yahoooo!<br /><br />Hubby texted me today that he brought home 10 boxes of my decorations and they are in the garage. I can't wait to get started! I love decorating for Christmas. With a little luck, I'm going to have some helpers this year too. I already warned the kids! I was also promised a fixed lamp post out front and electricity out there with an outlet. Dare I dream????<br /><br />Here in Philly there has been a huge new story brewing. Don't know if anyone else has heard this but the city took down the CHRISTMAS VILLAGE sign over the Christmas Village and had it just say Village because the CHRISTMAS part offended some people. Then yesterday, the mayor had it put back up. Seriously people?? I can not believe that this offended people. Are these the same people that I'm giving my green "In God We Trust" paper money to? Cause if all that offends you, why don't I just get a free cab ride or come into your store and take what I need but don't pay cause I don't want to offend you.<br /><br />And really? That's what offends you? There are homeless on the street, there are children starving right in Philadelphia, there are people out of work, losing their homes, families being torn apart. We have women being assaulted, raped and then murdered. We have human beings being attacked because they are gay, we have children killing themselves because they are being tortured and bullied. And with all that, the word CHRISTMAS offends you? Seriously, get off my planet! Go do something useful with yourself because that is just pathetic!<br /><br />I think the holidays are a time that people should just celebrate whatever they are, how ever they choose, without having to answer, explain and conform to anyone else. Go do something good, helpful, useful. Don't go to the CHRISTMAS village if it offends you. Use that money to buy a coat, hat and scarf, blanket, or some food and donate it. Spread some joy instead of being miserable. <br /><br />Okay, I'm off my soapbox!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-56942736619497570472010-12-02T01:42:00.004-05:002010-12-02T02:17:42.037-05:00For the first time since.....my oldest son was in first grade, I am going to a parent teacher conference.<br /><br />Now, to some that may sound horrible. I always hear parents going to conferences even when their child is doing well and that's fine, but that's not how our schools work it.<br /><br />I found this out in first grade. I went to my son's first grade conference and the teacher, who was not a pleasant woman and had been teaching for 30 years, says come in, why are you here?<br /><br />I told her I was G's mother and I just wanted to meet with her. She said well, he's doing fine and that's about it. Okay. So I waited for the gushing praise that she was bound to tell me about my wonderful son. I mean the kids is smart and funny and talented and well, let's face it, he's just brilliant. But she told me that he's just fine and there was no need for her to meet with me. Then she explained how the whole process worked. Okay, that would have been helpful BEFORE I signed up to meet with you. She told us that these meetings were for the kids having trouble or for the parents of the children who had no idea that their child was having trouble. So basically we wasted her time. She was just such a lovely woman and I was never so happy when she retired at the end of the year so that neither of my other two children had to be around her.<br /><br />So, we learned our lesson. Besides that, I was a regular at the school with volunteering and other things so most of my kids teachers knew me and knew that they could stop me at any time to discuss anything with my children.<br /><br />I now have a son who is in 11th grade. He is an honors student and is always in the top 20 of his class. Told ya he was brilliant Mrs. F!<br /><br />And he's the child that I now have to go up to the high school and have a parent teacher conference with the head of the English Department. My son had a wonderful man teaching is AP English Language course. That man blew a ton of sunshine up my butt on back to school night telling me all about how my child and the others were going to come out of this course writing like Shakespeare. This was important to my son since he loves to write. THIS was his course!<br /><br />That twerp decided to leave the school 2 weeks later to take an administrative position in a charter school. He did this before and then came back, now he has done it again and it's really starting to irritate me. So, we get the new AP English teacher. And that is the reason I have to go to a conference with the head of the department.<br /><br />The new teacher started in the beginning of October and was absent on Monday, Oct. 11th which was Columbus day. Yeah, she went camping with her friends on the weekend and was just too tired to come to work! Now, not only does she do this, but she tells a class full of 18 boys. Mind you, I'm paying approximately $5300 a year for my son's education in this school and this chick couldn't get her ass out of bed? Sweetie, if I'm out of bed, so are you! I get it if you are sick, we all get to be sick. But do NOT tell a class that the reason you were out was because you were too tired. Is this chick serious?<br /><br />Then the last semester papers finally came home. Now, my son had a 96 for the report card so that's not the problem. But I'm having a problem with other issues he's told me about her and then when I see a big red underline with SPELLING written next to it under the word "persuasive". I'm about ready to blow. My son says how can she mark this wrong, it's right, it didn't come up as misspelled when I typed it in Microsoft Word. Then I whipped out not one but TWO dictionaries and guess what????<br /><br />Now, I misspell and use the wrong grammar etc. all the time. But I'm not a high school AP English Teacher and if I'm thinking something is spelled wrong, I'm double checking it!<br /><br />Then today they were reading from the text book, a lesson you would think she would have prepared, and they come to the word "infinitesimal". The teacher can't say it. Ok, we all have that happen, it gets stuck. A student says it for her and she says "what does that mean?", the student tells her "very small". She says "how did you know that?" Ok, seriously??? If you don't know as the English teacher, how about faking it! Or better yet, before you teach this lesson, look it over and if you see one of those big words on the page........LOOK IT UP!<br /><br />This girl is not qualified to teach this course. This is an AP course, college level. My son and 17 other boys had to apply and be accepted to take this course. They had to meet certain qualifications...........why doesn't the teacher??<br /><br />I would love to know how many other parents are there to discuss this teacher. I've heard I'm not alone in my concerns since I'm friendly with a few of the teachers and administration up there. This should be interesting.<br /><br />And that is why I now get to go to Parent Teacher Conference night for the first time in 10 years!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheE9N10HV2DLJk4GZSnvKV-fziq4CWax-U3YWtFisd_vk2Enl5CDC_JDbtxuiHJy-cbPVE0IURgmXwFLpblTl0OV4Tjoi9nMu-AmCfyM9IGyf_1B3LAf8VU12Qo5OxDBVoVbJGWYukH5GV/s1600/loributterfly16.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheE9N10HV2DLJk4GZSnvKV-fziq4CWax-U3YWtFisd_vk2Enl5CDC_JDbtxuiHJy-cbPVE0IURgmXwFLpblTl0OV4Tjoi9nMu-AmCfyM9IGyf_1B3LAf8VU12Qo5OxDBVoVbJGWYukH5GV/s200/loributterfly16.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545980404562608642" border="0" /></a>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-48618181671536391712010-11-24T04:15:00.008-05:002010-11-24T04:38:32.089-05:00I always cry.....I'm just one of those people who cry easy. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm happy, when I'm scared, or nervous, or excited. I cry at stupid things like movies, books, commercials and school events with my kids. I can cry when I hear a certain hymn or song. I cry when looking at pictures and watching videos. It's not always a bad cry, sometimes I can smile while I cry, but I'm just an easy crier.<br /><br />I cried this weekend!<br /><br />My son was in his school play. I told my son freshman year that he should get involved in stage crew. He did but didn't give it 100%. Then Sophomore year he decided that he was going to give it another shot, and fell in love with the theater and the behind the scenes. His goal is to get named Stage Crew Director for his senior year. He got 2 awards last year and was most impressed with the one given to him by the Stage Crew Manager. The other one was for something academic, he was okay with that but more impressed with the Stage Crew one. He was asked to step into a minor role during the spring musical because a kid was on academic probation. He did and he loved it. That's when he decided that as soon as the Fall Show auditions came around, he was going for it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNlaQ5sUN-qJ3NcxeXDz1Hss9Ry3HyDRnOhgAgm9n2lca2uW5IQjxWW7X7aWrWSoNhEiwzZ9GlLMUxqpB0PwgZMZW33uhEMab7Xp2VA9oM4RARxOd057JbmoeLO-Iven1iXxNecZHvse6/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNlaQ5sUN-qJ3NcxeXDz1Hss9Ry3HyDRnOhgAgm9n2lca2uW5IQjxWW7X7aWrWSoNhEiwzZ9GlLMUxqpB0PwgZMZW33uhEMab7Xp2VA9oM4RARxOd057JbmoeLO-Iven1iXxNecZHvse6/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543047868496853090" border="0" /></a><br />And he did, shaking like a leaf, he went for it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaQ9bHJv-Or8f9-GfQPq1dnnYvlCIEqgefFsRoBXDhCYeUu6E0NxaUI3K3OzgZpMfyyoIaA_v5F6bAy3__OfADoHL-Gh808oEA-ulJZ_9-YK5klx7exLZ1-4dNUNxRi-vvGxLIWlJ6p4S/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaQ9bHJv-Or8f9-GfQPq1dnnYvlCIEqgefFsRoBXDhCYeUu6E0NxaUI3K3OzgZpMfyyoIaA_v5F6bAy3__OfADoHL-Gh808oEA-ulJZ_9-YK5klx7exLZ1-4dNUNxRi-vvGxLIWlJ6p4S/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543046440531671602" border="0" /></a>He landed one of the lead roles in the show called The Rules of Comedy. It's a comedy about applying the rules of comedy to a very serious play, Hamlet, the last scene to be exact. Hamlet is deep and dark, not funny. But they applied these rules and it was a funny show! And my son was on stage for the entire show, with a huge spot light on him, with a lot of lines.<br /><br />And I cried. But that's okay, cause it was a good cry!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-13967229427802438162010-11-16T23:32:00.004-05:002010-11-16T23:49:59.182-05:00I don't ask for much......really I don't.<br /><br />I just ask for a few little things in life.<br /><br />I ask for Target to have my shampoo and hair color in stock. Why they need 40 boxes of Ms. Clairol #255 Deep Deep Dark BLACK and only 2 of the blond that evidently every woman in Philadelphia uses, is beyond me. Would it kill them to over order that color just one month so I don't have to go to 3 other stores to find it?????<br /><br />I just ask that they have grape juice. Not Blueberry Pomegranate Cran Grape. Just Grape. It's Tuesday and there is no Grape on the shelf. Who the heck does the ordering for these stores????<br /><br />I do ask that if you are going to make a left turn onto another street, signal a little bit before the turn and then scooch over to the left a little so those of us going straight can pass you. I know it's hard to hold the phone AND put the signal on. I mean God only gave us 2 hands and one of them must be on the cell phone at all times! But just give it a shot, just one time and see how smooth your turn goes.<br /><br />I ask that teachers just get the kids out of the school so they can go home. I know it's very important for them to be silent while in a line but for the love of everything holy, let them talk and get rid of them faster. Stopping every few steps to tell them to be quiet isn't working. Aren't you dying to get rid of them?? You've been with them for 6 hours now. Send them home to their parents, who by the way, are sitting in the car with 50 other things to do and places to go.<br /><br />I ask that if you are going to send me a notice that my book is in at the library, that you send the notice BEFORE the library closes. See sending it at 11PM doesn't do me a lick of good. I can't get it then and have to wait for the next day. That's annoying because I've been waiting patiently. By 3:30 the next day, I am busy and have completely forgotten that you sent me an email about 12 hours ago to come and get it.<br /><br />And those were just today!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYlXX7eq-A3YPp_1iXzD36kpkrHQVyVmf5HXV-sBt-KYTAJMvLl-vsQ6FIp8FfS7IwrISfOn-O62AFjWbmvBquG5H9btGW41VRpImsCMYKnRjrFWpElrA9jN7HujzotSs5tmMNJI7U2KQ/s1600/loributterfly4.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYlXX7eq-A3YPp_1iXzD36kpkrHQVyVmf5HXV-sBt-KYTAJMvLl-vsQ6FIp8FfS7IwrISfOn-O62AFjWbmvBquG5H9btGW41VRpImsCMYKnRjrFWpElrA9jN7HujzotSs5tmMNJI7U2KQ/s320/loributterfly4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540375986660805714" border="0" /></a>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-70258688464808001882010-11-15T22:51:00.003-05:002010-11-15T23:31:44.268-05:00They tell me.........that in a few years, more like 10, I will miss all this.<br /><br />I will miss all the running around that I have to do on a daily basis. I know they're right, I will miss being busy when they get older and don't "need" me anymore.<br /><br />I think back and remember when I was a tween and a teen. If we couldn't walk to it or get there by bus, we probably just didn't go. I don't remember asking my mother to drive me to places. I'm pretty sure we just got ourselves there. I don't remember her driving us to the dance or sitting in her car while reading a book just waiting for me to come out. I just think things were so different and it didn't work that way back in the 70s and 80s.<br /><br />This weekend I drove my one son and his friend over to a mall in New Jersey to buy a t shirt at Hot Topic. It had to be that specific Hot Topic because on Thursday of this week, they are having this band there. So if you go over and buy a t shirt, you get the arm band which allows you in to see the band. I have no idea of the name of the band even though he told me several times. I try to remember, it just seems to get lost by more important things like where I left my car keys or what day of the week it is.<br /><br />I'll admit, I love doing all these things. I want to be that mom. I want my kids to look back and say my mom always was there to take us here and there, or my mom always let us have our friends over. I want to be the mom that makes the pizza rolls, lets 10 kids lay all over the living room floor watching a movie and bakes 2 dozen cupcakes cause it's one of the girls birthday.<br /><br />I just wish the government would send me a nice check every week for being that mom! It would be so much more fun to be that mom if I didn't have to work every day.<br /><br />So this week I have one son with play rehearsal every night because the big show is this weekend, I have another one with the All Star Soccer game and a band he just has to see, and a daughter with an art class and a new engineering club. Throw in 3 shows of the play this weekend, the school dance that I run, which includes finding some time to do the shopping for that dance some time during the week, a few trips to the grocery store and Target, and with a little luck, some time to stop in the hairdresser to beg her to cut my hair and wax my eyebrows. And let's not forget, a little alone time with Ms. Clairol because teaching the oldest to drive is just ruining my perfectly natural blond!<br /><br />I think "they" are right though! I'm going to miss this.<br /><br />Until then I guess it's dark circles and uneven gray hair!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNSM58Z5UbdYJponOdzDe0rvQVeTIgiYImMXwmEuFG4lpLFlRqhxSq91BgbcajTS0Sdg72OPvQk-jXDlZuJo_J2dNc4mY0AbZ4l4HUO5X9ne85PuhIVM0oXhYh3O_fX2atlDQ2KoDX1_u/s1600/loripurplejewels.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKNSM58Z5UbdYJponOdzDe0rvQVeTIgiYImMXwmEuFG4lpLFlRqhxSq91BgbcajTS0Sdg72OPvQk-jXDlZuJo_J2dNc4mY0AbZ4l4HUO5X9ne85PuhIVM0oXhYh3O_fX2atlDQ2KoDX1_u/s320/loripurplejewels.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540000279074955666" border="0" /></a>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-10636473117268199802010-11-15T05:06:00.002-05:002010-11-15T05:18:11.961-05:00So, back to blogging.....I have journals like this in my room too. I start, I stop, I start again. It's the story of my life. Never feels like you are getting anything done and yet when you sit down to write, you could go on for hours!<br /><br />So, I'm giving it yet another shot on another Monday.<br /><br />A horrible thing happened in the VB kingdom this weekend. All the little princes and princess are not happy. The computer has a virus and needs to be seen by someone who knows what they are doing. It might be time for a professional, or a sister in law who thinks she's a professional! <br /><br />The kids are going through withdraw. I offered to take the oldest to work with me for an hour so he could come here and bring his laptop to get things done for school and then I could print it out if he needed. He said he didn't need to do that. The husband got home and got it at least to the point where you can go online on the main computer but not on the laptop. And we're not sure how long that's going to last since there's a virus and it just keeps screwing things up. Wouldn't it be nice if my computer being down was as urgent to my sister in law as it is to the kids? LOL She actually has the audacity to put work and her family first. Believe me, I'm making note of this when it comes time for Christmas presents. LOL<br /><br />More big news in the kingdom! The oldest son is in the school play this weekend! He's a nervous wreck. I'm saying a novena and hoping he doesn't get sick this week from being so run down between the rehearsals, the meeting and just regular school work. I'm so excited for him though. I can't wait for the weekend!<br /><br />And a little sad news in the kingdom. My other son was in the playoffs with his soccer team. First time in a long time that they made the playoffs. But they lost on Saturday night so technically they are the 3rd place team. No shame in that considering the teams that they had to beat. The coach actually has a complaint in to the Commissioner because they've played this team before and some of these kids weren't on the original roster and didn't even have uniforms on, unless all of a sudden we play against the Philadelphia Phillies in CYO soccer. Not that it's going to do anything because the championship was Sunday so I'm sure it's too late to do anything. All in all Greg had a great season and played so well! He made the All Star Team so he has his last game on Wednesday night. Kind of bitter sweet because I don't think he's going to play soccer when he gets into High School next year. <br /><br />I can't believe I'm saying this but.....I'm going to miss soccer games with him. <br /><br />UGH! I hate the fact that they are growing up and I have no say in it whatsoever!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-57256386964519374632010-10-14T23:43:00.004-04:002010-10-15T00:01:07.484-04:00It's a comin........the weekend is within my grasp!<br /><br />Got a really busy one coming up too and I can't wait.<br /><br />I have to go to the high school on Friday and set up for the Moms Association Craft Fair that is on Sunday. I love the craft fair! After that I have to pick up my oldest and take him shopping for a new shirt. He's going to a school dance with some friends and his new "interest" asked him to meet her there and then after the dance go to Nifty Fifties for ice cream! He's on Cloud 9!<br /><br />He deserves this so bad too. He had a really rough summer with a guy that he thought was his best friend and now they don't even look at each other anymore. Now he's telling me things that happened and it's really hard for me not to want to make a hood ornament out this kid. But I'm being good!<br /><br />The other son is going to the movies and then having friends over. The daughter has art and then a soccer game. This means that two parents must figure a way to divide and conquer the parental duties of being chauffeurs and chaperons. Might need to break out the cape and boots for this one! And a list of who needs to be where when and by what means. Which most of the time means we are driving. Wouldn't dare want any of the other parents to break a sweat on the weekend for crying out loud.......but that's a different gripe and I'm not griping today!<br /><br />Saturday is finishing up anything that didn't get done on Friday with the Craft Fair and then 4:30 mass since Jerry has to lecture at that mass. Might even be able to squeeze in dinner with the hubby if all goes well. Since he works 2-10:30P, he doesn't get to have a nice home cooked meal with company so we're going to try and make that happen on Saturday. Wish me luck!<br /><br />Then at the break of dawn, Sunday is Craft Fair day! I love the Craft Fair!! I get my personalized ornament from there every year. And there is this wood crafter that makes the most adorable Christmas decorations and I'm getting a new one this year. Oh and he makes these sports team signs that you put in your lawn and I am sooooo getting my Flyers one this year. I didn't get one last year since money was tight so this year, I'm getting presents! I've been a very good girl and I deserve a little something! It's the little things, what can I say.<br /><br />I have to squeeze a trip to B&N into the weekend too. My daughter wants a book that the library doesn't have and she has to read something for school so I told her I'd get her book for her. Yeah, twist my arm baby and make me go to B&N. I'm a good mother and I will do what I have to do for the good of my child's reading habits and school projects! Go me!<br /><br />Then when the Craft Fair is over and the clean up is done, I get to go to my son's soccer game and relax while I sit in the cool, crisp, Fall air and just enjoy myself. And the best part is that I do not have to go to work on Sunday night, personal day for me!<br /><br />I am just going to skip out of work in the morn<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtcwIcPf7cR-chMYe6oLVfpBJaQyT3bPHGuBK8SczEmRR2b-udc3KMJ4YsOIsmSTorJ0aZrjh39wbt1T-Fngl13P0Q__1vZvw5zRmVrp2AGuYHd9n0exea4eEvg_skomGuHS2fF8FU85O/s1600/loripurpleflowers.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgtcwIcPf7cR-chMYe6oLVfpBJaQyT3bPHGuBK8SczEmRR2b-udc3KMJ4YsOIsmSTorJ0aZrjh39wbt1T-Fngl13P0Q__1vZvw5zRmVrp2AGuYHd9n0exea4eEvg_skomGuHS2fF8FU85O/s320/loripurpleflowers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528117396656667026" border="0" /></a>ing!!<br /><br />Counting my Blessings!<br /><br />Have a good weekend!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Current Read: A Secret Kept by Tatiana De RosnayLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-73489277827286110642010-10-14T04:14:00.004-04:002010-10-14T04:30:08.935-04:00Do you wanna funk with me?I guess that's what this is....a funk.<br /><br />Not a bad funk, just a bored funk.<br /><br />So many good things are going on in the crazy kingdom, I should just not be in a funk.<br /><br />But I am.<br /><br />I'm not in a bad mood, I'm in a good one actually. I'm just so bored. The kicker is that I'm so damn busy I don't even know how I have time to be bored but I am. I'm in a rut and need to do something different. I'm tired of doing the same things every day. I need to shake it up a little.<br /><br />I wanna get out and play, not do the things that I have to do. I have to go to soccer games, I have to go to school functions and I have to run the craft fair. I have to go grocery shopping, do the wash, find the winter school uniforms and wash them, run to B&N, take the oldest out for a suit, hem some school pants, clean up that pile at the bottom of my bed, pack up that one drawer into a box, clean up a ton of crap in every nook and cranny you can find and even with all that....I'm bored and want to do something different.<br /><br />I really want to get in the truck with my camera and go have some fun. I need to put that on my list.<br /><br />I'm really lacking patience and discipline this week too. I just need to get things done and in between, a little me time. I think I'll make that a priority this weekend. I need me time. Bad, real bad. Now I just need to figure out how I'm gonna do that!<br /><br />I'm going in.....wish me luck!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNA7j-4VR2BOJuQxVQyH8SrRdX4hGqwQnTEmk_-X7anD-JPrlThb6wXXwMZMO7ixqRi3SD0VmlIJbdkU1lkJLmZhKjE0MN3v5EQCw2sik3jP-4E6e4VHKnAgu-eb8_UpvS_geZ7UzvPfm/s1600/loributterfly17.bmp"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzNA7j-4VR2BOJuQxVQyH8SrRdX4hGqwQnTEmk_-X7anD-JPrlThb6wXXwMZMO7ixqRi3SD0VmlIJbdkU1lkJLmZhKjE0MN3v5EQCw2sik3jP-4E6e4VHKnAgu-eb8_UpvS_geZ7UzvPfm/s320/loributterfly17.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527815534832704674" border="0" /></a>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-13803846114101646762010-08-30T01:56:00.002-04:002010-08-30T02:12:18.125-04:00Stop the world.....I wanna get off!<br /><div></div><br /><div>UGH! I can not believe that it's August 30th. I can not believe that the summer is down to 7 days. Where did it go??????</div><div></div><br /><div>I'm absolutely terrified of this school year. I know that sounds weird but I have 3 reasons.</div><div></div><br /><div>1. My oldest son is going to be a Junior in high school. That means we need to start thinking about college. He has a roster this year that scares the crap out of me. I know he can do it but I know how much pressure he puts on himself too. I'm scared!</div><div></div><br /><div>2. My other son is going into 8th grade. That means this is it. His last year in the easy going relaxed friend filled grade school. I remember clearly when he was starting preschool and I asked him if he was excited and he said no, I'll just stay home with you so you don't miss me. </div><div></div><br /><div>3. My daughter will be starting 7th grade. That's huge for a girl. Big changes are coming up for her both physically and mentally. And that really scares me. Even her uniform for school is changing. She's going to the "older" girls uniform of a skirt and blouse. She tried on her new skirt and then proceeded to show me how to "roll" it up so it gets shorter. That scared me even more!</div><div></div><br /><div>I need a time machine! I need to go back, I need the world to stop, or at least slow down. </div><br /><div></div><div>I need a valium and a glass of wine!</div><br /><div></div><div>I need a do over!</div><br /><div></div><div>I got a lot done this summer that I wanted to but I didn't do any where near enough! I think I figured it out. Work. Work got in the way of me having a life. Life was so much more relaxed and enjoyable when I didn't work. That's it, it's all work's fault!</div><div></div><br /><div>Since I can't quit work, I guess I better make the best out of this last week. </div><div></div><br /><div>Here's to this week.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ65sxZZNP87r14r26_cyyopdJCl7TqJx_vxTeZIbqRk1wuXmYaQM3iM3WaNRwz_rHVJFCrgi2RlYQ3QtzNYTZkIk-CbYjVy_YPVZOSSyeFmCTA-bwIykwW4NO-BBg6WKhYQVy3dIt5bbd/s1600/loributterfly5.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511081442253877554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ65sxZZNP87r14r26_cyyopdJCl7TqJx_vxTeZIbqRk1wuXmYaQM3iM3WaNRwz_rHVJFCrgi2RlYQ3QtzNYTZkIk-CbYjVy_YPVZOSSyeFmCTA-bwIykwW4NO-BBg6WKhYQVy3dIt5bbd/s320/loributterfly5.bmp" /></a></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-43869510351042235182010-08-26T23:50:00.004-04:002010-08-27T00:19:47.424-04:00Thoughts from my happy place......Even though I slept lousy, it really wasn't that bad of a day. Greg had soccer practice and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Toria</span> wanted to hang out with her girlfriends since they were all going to be at the field anyway with their siblings that had practice. Her coach is on vacation so no practice for her.<br /><div></div><br /><div>That left Jerry and I to hang out together. I love hanging out with all my kids, I adore them and I do not play favorites, but I have to say, I love just hanging out with Jerry. I love it cause he's a talker. We can just sit somewhere and talk and talk and talk. Sometimes I can even get him to act goofy! I love that, I love that I have that with him. Jerry is my kid that is the most like me. I know things about him without him even telling me because I know what I would be thinking or feeling or doing. We had such a good time tonight just sitting there talking while we were waiting for the kids to get done. That alone made it a good one!</div><div></div><br /><div>We stopped in Target to grab a few things tonight and Jerry pointed out these dishes to me. They were deep purple! They....were...gorgeous! They were the most beautiful color of purple ever and if I hadn't just bought two new sets of red dishes, I would have gotten them. My kitchen is red but my bedroom has purple in it. Jerry thinks I should get one place setting just for myself and then sit in bed and pamper myself. That boy just gets me and he might just be on to something!</div><div></div><br /><div>I'm really in the mood to "find" something this weekend! I think I'm going to do some yard sale hopping if I can find a few. The weather is going to be great and maybe I'll get lucky and find something cool! Maybe even something purple! Nothing like finding something purple for you happy place!</div><div></div><br /><div>It's officially Friday! Oh how I love Friday! And I'm determined that this is going to be one good weekend to make up for last weekend. I'm hitting the library tomorrow. I got the notice that Criminal Minds Season 4 is in for me and I need something to watch next week at work. I love that show and really miss that I haven't been able to watch it so this is going to be a good week for me to catch up on that.</div><div></div><br /><div>I think we'll make some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">smores</span> on the deck once all the kids are home from where ever they are going. This is one of those things that have been on the to do list all summer and needs to be done! Can't wait! </div><div> </div><div>I'm determined to enjoy these last two weeks of summer!</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgLK52_WgWPzf6hb4pO00_FwKFVCyIE08hWqg7_74fvy1AUT2EPmsPNV1z-9Oh39o-1RaQum6ABMBXnicuaoB1apOG1jOMfLHNrE31VwjrLEmM7VB4hQ3WhBb5cV9PToXubWZToHGxaWL/s1600/loripurplejewels.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509939109129490530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgLK52_WgWPzf6hb4pO00_FwKFVCyIE08hWqg7_74fvy1AUT2EPmsPNV1z-9Oh39o-1RaQum6ABMBXnicuaoB1apOG1jOMfLHNrE31VwjrLEmM7VB4hQ3WhBb5cV9PToXubWZToHGxaWL/s200/loripurplejewels.bmp" /></a></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-2479922442887592482010-08-26T03:43:00.003-04:002010-08-26T04:23:04.061-04:00Therapeutic........just typing that word caused me stress. It doesn't look right so then I have to look it up in 3 different places just to make sure I have the right word and spelling.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Yes, I need therapy!</div><div></div><br /><div>So, my friend Diane tells me that blogging about everyday things would be.......THERAPEUTIC!</div><div></div><br /><div>Might just be worth a shot.</div><div></div><br /><div>I'm really looking forward to this weekend since last weekend was a complete disaster. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, not a complete disaster since I was with the family and we did have a nice time at the water park.</div><br /><div></div><div>But it never fails that when I plan something in my head......it never happens. This is what I refer to in my life as........drumroll......Lori's Law. I know, original.</div><div></div><br /><div>Lori's Law happens a lot and I can pretty much predict that it's going to happen. Whenever I get my hopes up, that's my prediction meter. </div><div></div><br /><div>We planned on going to the mountains for a nice family weekend. My sister in law offered her mountain home "any time, just say the word". So we said the word and evidently, we had the wrong word. What isn't fair is that she said the word before we did and I think that's not fair cause she owns the house and makes up the "word". Turns out she and her husband, who live at the shore, needed a weekend away in the mountains and guess which weekend they picked? </div><div></div><br /><div>I know it's their house and I know they were being nice offering it but does it ever fail that when we pick a weekend, organize it all, arrange days off, the whole thing gets screwed up?? Maybe it was partly our fault for not asking sooner but we had work vacation schedules to deal with AND they never go up there so we figured, because they said it, that we could just pick any weekend and go. </div><div></div><br /><div>We thunk wrong again! So now we are stuck with 3 kids who are totally thrilled to be going to the water park and we are not about to tell these kids that we just aren't going. Now, the other sister in law lives up there and has plenty of room, but she has these 2 dogs that they don't train so these 2 dogs attack you, constantly. I mean if you sit on the couch, they jump up on you and start humping your head. And not much gets done to stop this except the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Simmy</span>, get down" yell. Or my favorite....Dewey, stop doing that!....from across the room. Um, I really don't think they are listening. I always wonder if I let my kids do that to them when they come to visit, would it be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> for me to just yell from the kitchen?? </div><div></div><br /><div>Needless to say, the husband does not like to stay at that sisters house. And besides, we wanted to be alone, just the 5 of us, at the house so it was like we were on vacation. </div><div></div><br /><div>Our only other option is.......his father's house in the mountains. Yes, they all have houses in the mountains and down the shore. And we still can't get the hell away for a weekend! His father's house is a combo of a museum and a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">monastery</span>. There are holy pictures, plaques, statues and tons of other things all over the house. The big 16x20 framed poster that has Jesus and then in rainbow letters under it "Jesus, I love thee" is my favorite. <insert>Hey, I'm catholic, I get being religious and faithful but this is just going over board and completely hypocritical. These religious people will not spend one minute of their precious time with their children or grandchildren. They never visit, not even for birthdays, they never come to things when invited, they would just rather be up the mountains, each sitting on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separate</span> floors watching TV. And most of the time, on the first floor, the TV has mass on. Might as well be dead, then you'd be even closer to Jesus in my opinion!</div><div></div><br /><div>Needless to say, we were very uncomfortable and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unwelcome</span>. We had to stay in our bedrooms the whole time because my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">FIL</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">stepMIL</span> both were using the "living rooms" in the house. Living rooms....ha! Those rooms haven't seen any "living" since the old man bought the place in the 90s. </div><div></div><br /><div>We opted to spend the entire day Saturday at the water park. We left there at 6:30 to come back to the lake at the development to have a "family cookout". When we got there, they had already been there for 40 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">mins</span>. We sat down to eat, talked for about 15 minutes and then all of a sudden, the cleaning up started. Evidently, it was a 2 hour limit on the "family fun cookout" and we missed the most of it. That's when the husband turned to me and said "how about we go back to the house, pack up and sleep in our own beds tonight!" I've never loved that man more in my entire life. </div><div></div><br /><div>When my husband told his father that we were just going to head home and do things at home the next day, he replied "Oh good". <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Okie</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">dokie</span> then. And the next morning at breakfast is when we decided that we would never be going back to his father's house to stay again. I seriously have to look into a few hotels up there and treat the family to a real vacation!</div><div></div><br /><div>So, I'm REALLY looking forward to the next two weekends.....and we have nothing planned. I just want to relax, sit on the couch with my feet up, lay in my bed, sit on my deck, leave the dishes till the morning, not make the beds, watch the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span>, play a game with my kids, park where ever I want without being told I'm doing it wrong, not have to live out of a suitcase and travel bag, and be totally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">FRIGGIN</span> HAPPY!!!!</div><br /><div>It's called LIVING people, try it!</div><div> </div><div>Damn, Diane was right!</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz9Q7Wx18FsC_ERGUPbYndB_SSK5llv34XkaUEDtpkOXT0aZNXOvQYsYQAzCgGjeSc6YJQCZeitTM71YSrba66YWMa5ehL90DuXuw_LxhRZ9c8bTRa9Y02ynBtwHmwntc-w75i67geg-n/s1600/loributterfly10.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509628886767833746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVz9Q7Wx18FsC_ERGUPbYndB_SSK5llv34XkaUEDtpkOXT0aZNXOvQYsYQAzCgGjeSc6YJQCZeitTM71YSrba66YWMa5ehL90DuXuw_LxhRZ9c8bTRa9Y02ynBtwHmwntc-w75i67geg-n/s200/loributterfly10.bmp" /></a><br /><div>Reading: </div><div> Just finished: Fragile by Lisa <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Unger</span> -loved it!</div><div> Just started: Still Missing by Chevy Stevens</div><div> </div><div>Listening to:</div><div> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">KYW</span>/CBS3 news for the weather & news</div><div> </div><div>Thinking about:</div><div> Playing the lottery!</div><div> Getting the school supplies done this weekend</div><div> What to have for dinner since it's soccer tonight</div><div> </div><div> </div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-82070985902506064082010-07-22T03:24:00.002-04:002010-07-22T03:32:04.916-04:00I don't know which I love more.....finishing a book, or going home to start a new one????<br /><br />I just finished a really good book! <em> Sworn to Silence</em> by Linda Castillo was really good! I love a good thriller/suspense story and this book did not disappoint! I can't believe I didn't get my hands on this book sooner but I'm so glad I finally did! I love the characters and the setting of this book which is partly in Amish Country. I love that the characters aren't perfect and I love that they have skeletons in their closets. I think it's safe to say there wasn't much about this book that I didn't love.<br /><br />And the best part about this book.............<br /><br /> it has a sequel....it's part of a series, which is my most favorite thing! <br /><br />I love when a story keeps going and the characters that you like get to stay alive and keep doing what they do!<br /><br />I can't wait to go home, crawl into bed and start the next book, <em>Pray for Silence!</em>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-85972719343087907162010-07-15T00:19:00.003-04:002010-07-15T00:34:46.293-04:00What did I do.....Do you ever ask yourself that question??? What did I do?? For some reason, one that I totally can not understand, there is this big black cloud following me!<br /><br />Crap just keeps happening and it needs to STOP! NOW! I'm putting my foot down. This is it. We are getting close to the weekend and I'll be damned if this cloud is going to occupy space in my weekend! BE GONE!<br /><br />There, that should do it!<br /><br />Times like this call for some serious relaxing and reading! <br /><br />I just finished Broken by Karin Slaughter. Let me just say, I love this series and I love these characters. I loved the book but I just wish the ending was a little different. But, it does leave me hope that there will be more to this series.......lots more!<br /><br />Now that Broken is finished, I can get back to Sworn to Silence by Linda Castillo. This book is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">goooodddd</span>! I mean really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">gooodddd</span>! I can not wait to dive into it more on the weekend! <br /><br />Tuesday was my library pick up trip! I had about 4 books waiting for me that I had reserved. Yeah, I need to add 4 more books to my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">TBR</span> pile like I need this damn black cloud following me. But hey, I got 'em and I'm gonna enjoy them!<br /><br />The one thing I hate is, I keep hearing great reviews about the new Diane Chamberlain book, The Lies We Told and I have that in my pile now. But I want to read Sworn to Silence and the next one by Linda Castillo, Pray for Silence first. <br /><br />Does anyone else do this with the piles.....all the shifting around? I probably wouldn't have to do that so much if I would just get off the computer and READ. <br /><br />There just isn't enough time in the day for just the things I want to do. If I could only figure out a way to read while driving the kids around, that would be perfect. <br /><br />Now I know why people have chauffeurs and nannies!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-63624024783624186402010-07-08T23:05:00.004-04:002010-07-08T23:30:39.119-04:00Thursday Thoughts.......<div>I love Thursdays! Thursday is my Friday at work so I don't mind coming to work much on Thursday nights!</div><div></div><br /><div>The weekend is right there, at the edge of the night, almost like you can see it coming when that sun comes up on the morning! I just love walking out of here on Friday mornings, everything just seems so much better!</div><br /><div></div><div>Thursday nights at work tend to be a little quieter too. People don't like to call in much for fear that they'll hear that their doctor wants them to come in first thing in the morning. That could seriously mess up a weekend! So unless people are really having a problem, they tend to try and hold off on calling their doctor! Works for me!</div><div></div><br /><div>Thursday night is a good night to curl up in my chair and read some of my book, hopefully without nodding off! I can't wait to do that tonight! I'm about 3/4 of the way through Broken by Karin Slaughter and I'm taking my time with it. I love this series! I love these characters and I want to savor this book. I just don't want the story to end! But I'm pretty sure I'm going to finish it over the weekend, which is okay because my next book on the night stand is Sworn to Silence by Linda Castillo and I really want to read that one too. I have quite a few in my pile that I'm dying to read but I want to take my time and enjoy them all. </div><div></div><br /><div>Usually on Friday nights, the kids have plans which involves us driving to or picking up from. Honestly, I don't mind, I enjoy hearing them in the car with their friends talking or having a little time with them to talk about things. That's when I usually hear what's going on with this friend and that friend. But once all the driving is done, it's time to curl up on the big comfy chair on the deck with the tiki lights lit and do some reading. It's my little slice of heaven out there. Usually during the night, the kids will make their way out there, one at a time, and sit with me and talk. I love those moments! </div><div></div><br /><div>That's why I love Thursdays, they give me so much to look forward to and then they turn into Fridays. So TGIT and TGIF!</div><div></div><br /><div>Hope you enjoy your weekend as much as I know I will<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18-Ty9YG3-CR998oBuryTqAIrC-VA_ujacb-ourFsiy1Ou01u0glxNFo1yVaeAYz54lafNup1y0wYaQyNYmExJCWamADWHZ25EZcOgmBhlxtuDfPlSSTiMdIVJPGiaIvnIXWnPMgLkoer/s1600/crownlori6.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491742117178530434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi18-Ty9YG3-CR998oBuryTqAIrC-VA_ujacb-ourFsiy1Ou01u0glxNFo1yVaeAYz54lafNup1y0wYaQyNYmExJCWamADWHZ25EZcOgmBhlxtuDfPlSSTiMdIVJPGiaIvnIXWnPMgLkoer/s200/crownlori6.bmp" /></a>!</div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-479452525099810452010-06-30T23:29:00.004-04:002010-06-30T23:51:04.620-04:00A ridiculously good day...And seriously, it's ridiculous to have a good day like I did, to come to the end of your day and think, damn that was good.<br /><br />And what would a day consist of that made you feel that way? Well, first it would consist of coming home from work at 6AM, going right to sleep and not waking up till 2PM. I think I needed some sleep. It's been a little stressful these last few weeks and I just needed to unwind. Worked like a charm!<br /><br />Then I got up and it was gorgeous out! Open the windows and doors gorgeous! NO A/C on in the house! My daughter cleaned out her closet and drawers, without being told to. Okay, there are about 8 bags of clothes in the hallway but that's okay because I might have found someone to give them all too. I hate just getting rid of stuff that looks brand new. I always hear about someone who could need them AFTER I get rid of them. So I'm working on a few people. Otherwise, we are unloading a huge load when we go to the Goodwill Store.<br /><br />I had a great time just sitting around and talking with my son Greg for a little while and that made me so happy! He's been going through a lot of things these last few weeks and didn't really have a great beginning of summer. One of his best friend's mom died very suddenly and it shook all the kids up some. He's worried about his friend and I'm really proud of the way he's been there for Jimmy, really giving him a shoulder to cry on so to speak! So we had a nice little talk this morning that consisted of actually words, more so than grunts and groans! Loved it!<br /><br />Then I finally got moving and cleaned up a lot of things in the house that just really needed to be cleaned. I got Victoria to give me a hand with a lot of it so now she really feels like she earned all that cash I have been giving her when she goes to the mall or movies. I didn't want her to feel like a free loader for her entire adolescence. She made a small dent in her debt to me! Greg was outside with friends instead of being in my basement playing video games with everyone, which freed up the rooms for me to get some laundry done and some cleaning up of crap done! Yes, those piles in the hallway are gone! Nothing to trip over now when I'm carrying baskets of laundry up and down. Why did I not think of this sooner!!<br /><br />My oldest son is on his way home from his trip to Disney World! I can't not wait to see this child!! I've already explained to him that I'm going to be cleaning out the garage and basement, then renovating it into a little apartment for him because I had a really hard time with him being gone for 10 days. College is just going to send me over the edge. I'll be walking the streets with my shopping cart, looking for thrown away change and mumbling weird things while petting my cats. Good thing college is two years away, it'll give me more time to get more cats!<br /><br />Then on top of it all, I remembered that I didn't watch this week's episode of The Bachelorette, which means I can watch it in work tonight! Oh let me tell you, in the wee hours of the morning, The Bachelorette is riveting <span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">TV </span>that keeps you from losing your mind! Sometimes at 3AM, you just feel like pulling your eyelashes out, that's how bored you can get.<br /><br />And then the cherry on my sundae....I found out that my favorite goalie for the Philadelphia Flyers just signed a 2 year contract! Oh yeah, I love my Fly Guys and it makes me so stinkin' happy that Leighton is staying on. <br /><br />Now, to go kick back, enjoy my roll and salad and read my book! <br /><br />That, my friends, is a really damn good day, with a perfect ending!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-12592744023229623102010-06-29T00:01:00.005-04:002010-06-29T00:15:41.687-04:00If you give a bibliophiliac a book......she will always want more. And more. And more. And then she will have a lot of books that are just about every where. They will be on shelves, five of them. They will be on top of the books on the five shelves. They will be in crates, four of them. They will be doubled in front of and on top of the original stack in the crates. They will be staked, 40 high in that little space between the crates & the bookcase. And then they will be piled up on the floor in front of the crates and the bookcase. That's not even including the books in the boxes over in the corner or in the basement or in the garage. We aren't even going to mention those hidden treasures. Out of site, out of other people minds.<br /><br /><br /><br />But there will come a time when you realize, you need to clean up your room and you need to organize those piles and you need to get rid of some of those books. Especially the ones that you have double of. How did that happen??<br /><br />I have about 10 grocery bags, plastic not paper, with books in them that I am donating to the hospital I work at. I'm going to guesstimate that I'm cleaning out about 50-60 books. I also have a pile in the room that has to be packed up, another 20 at least. And I still have the 4 crates, stacked and doubled, & the 5 book shelves with others on top of the lined up books. And of course I still have those hidden books in the boxes that only I know are there.<br /><br />I just really needed to clean up that mess and couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to invite a neighbor in the other day to show her all my books and let her borrow a few but I couldn't bare to let her see the dust and the mess. So I got determined and I cleaned that room and fixed up all my books.<br /><br />Now it looks decent, clean, neat and I can be proud of my collection!<br /><br />My name is Lori and I'm a bibliophiliac!Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-14167196166536590252010-06-24T22:59:00.003-04:002010-06-24T23:08:39.131-04:00Just wanna curl up in a comfy spot.....and read my books! I just wanna escape from the every day crap for a few days. Can anyone blame me? I've had a rough week, I deserve it!<br /><div></div><br /><div>So that's what I'm going to do. I went to the library today to pick up my books that were in and I just about skipped out the door. Okay, first of all, they changed the system of picking up your books. You used to go to the counter and wait, they would find your reserves and then you'd check them out. Now, they have them on a cart in a corner of the library and you go get them yourself. I do not know why, but I'm liking this a lot better! </div><div></div><br /><div>Today was jackpot day for me! Actually this whole week was book wise. I picked up Sworn to Silence by Linda Castillo the other day and started it. I'm really loving this book. But today I picked up 3 books and I have a dilemma! I picked up Broken by Karin Slaughter. I just have to read it. I know I'm not going to be able to renew it so I'm going to dive in! I also picked up Pray for Silence which is the second book after Sworn to Silence. Now I really have to get moving. I've read reviews and the Silence books by Linda Castillo sound great!</div><br /><div></div><div>I'm seriously in reading heaven right now! I'm going to go find a nice comfy chair in work and snuggle up with my book. Let's hope it's not a busy night!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ-7nv1GdVQb4YGCyAESu6noRml6fAHr4OaKwttgFp28rV8hhyaYwGUtC5COLl85pQ4rjzX6FNJIuzVyDtjxwhi1GgSWXBXibXohzGDmnVpmfW837cEnE5UCZ7OY60vIVetcuXjV4pcIh/s1600/loridaisy.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486542601716837106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ-7nv1GdVQb4YGCyAESu6noRml6fAHr4OaKwttgFp28rV8hhyaYwGUtC5COLl85pQ4rjzX6FNJIuzVyDtjxwhi1GgSWXBXibXohzGDmnVpmfW837cEnE5UCZ7OY60vIVetcuXjV4pcIh/s200/loridaisy.bmp" /></a></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-82308076118631017932010-06-23T23:48:00.004-04:002010-06-24T00:00:51.971-04:00Midnight Meanderings.......I'm having a bit of a rough and crazy week.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Summer break started here and I should be in a much better place than I am but I'm dealing with a few issues and it's draining to say the least. </div><div></div><br /><div>One of the issues is with my son, nothing really serious, just had to see him go through some things and I just want to take all the yucky away from him. Life was much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">simpler</span> when their biggest struggle was putting their own shoes on the right feet!</div><br /><div></div><div>We'll be okay and as long as he knows I love him and am there for him, it should be fine.</div><div></div><br /><div>The other issue is much harder. My son's friend's mother is passing away as we write. She's been in the hospital for a few weeks and her organs are failing. J actually called my son G and told him today was the day. It's almost midnight so today wasn't the day, it's just going to keep going. Our boys are 13. Thirteen year old should be spending the day at the pool or the park, not the hospital. My heart just breaks for him. This means next week is going to start with a funeral. Not a good way to start any week, let alone the second week of summer. This poor kid. It just breaks my heart. </div><div></div><br /><div>We know how much we love our babies, even if they are adults. We always tell them every day that we love them. They know it in their hearts. But tonight I wrote each of my children an email. I think sometimes, they need to be able to read it and let it sink in and maybe read it again. It will be there for them when they need to go back to it. Sometimes we forget the power of the written word. Only God knows if you are going to get another day, another chance to write things down. I think it's time to start writing little notes, leaving them here and there, because you just never know. And even if I live to be a 110 years old, at least I'll know that maybe I put a little smile on their faces while I drove them crazy!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRry7BUDpd7J46FYnZODO5Qtv-j7WzeifigIeRGRxJNM-J45fVO2ucI8WOjcjihLVPthwBd23jLwmtlBOI1wRxuqzvvrk2VLGGKqgf9CmbV_qZW3w1bq1TVba2EjtKuY_zSBChXeKsyr-/s1600/greenheart.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486184946677567218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNRry7BUDpd7J46FYnZODO5Qtv-j7WzeifigIeRGRxJNM-J45fVO2ucI8WOjcjihLVPthwBd23jLwmtlBOI1wRxuqzvvrk2VLGGKqgf9CmbV_qZW3w1bq1TVba2EjtKuY_zSBChXeKsyr-/s200/greenheart.bmp" /></a><br /><div></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-26800572292046192992010-06-21T01:21:00.004-04:002010-06-21T01:35:47.651-04:00It's Monday.....and I just finished a book that took me way too long to read!<br /><div></div><br /><div>I finished <em>The Girl on Legare Street</em> by Karen White. It wasn't bad, a typical Karen White book if you read her books. This was the second book in this series and I'm pretty sure there are going to be more. It should have been a good quick read but I just didn't have a lot of reading time over the last few weeks.</div><div></div><br /><div>I hate "rating" books. Not that I'm a huge influence on people's reading. I enjoyed this book. I'm a little disappointed that the characters didn't do what I wanted them to do but from the ending, it seems like there is going to be more of them in the next one. I think you have to enjoy a little mystery with some paranormal activity in it to enjoy these books. </div><br /><div></div><div>And since it's Monday, I'm going to challenge myself every week, starting with today! I need to be done one and starting a new book every Monday. There's no excuse! Summer is here and there is more time to read!</div><br /><div></div><div>So this week's book is......<em>Sworn To Silence</em> by Linda Castillo. This is a totally new to me author and I hadn't even heard of the book until I read my Bookreporter.com and they informed me that the second book was coming out soon! </div><div></div><br /><div>I can't read out of order, it goes against everything I believe in.</div><div></div><br /><div>I had to get the first one to see if I liked this author and this series!</div><div></div><br /><div>So here's hoping this is a good series, a good author and a good new find! </div><div> </div><div>Happy Reading!!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-eNG9zGOZiIwWdeVCY1q_knyGiE-BCMHI3YSmu-b0JaldZ7K4Q4deBlWFHBIoiT_edFfUlnnrzi5wIJSv10AiffiPQe6wnBWTtYiw6r6P35y0H-m3ZFgG4DhDg38e7cygcjBpOqjrOo3/s1600/crownlori7.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485096156583434466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-eNG9zGOZiIwWdeVCY1q_knyGiE-BCMHI3YSmu-b0JaldZ7K4Q4deBlWFHBIoiT_edFfUlnnrzi5wIJSv10AiffiPQe6wnBWTtYiw6r6P35y0H-m3ZFgG4DhDg38e7cygcjBpOqjrOo3/s200/crownlori7.bmp" /></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-eNG9zGOZiIwWdeVCY1q_knyGiE-BCMHI3YSmu-b0JaldZ7K4Q4deBlWFHBIoiT_edFfUlnnrzi5wIJSv10AiffiPQe6wnBWTtYiw6r6P35y0H-m3ZFgG4DhDg38e7cygcjBpOqjrOo3/s1600/crownlori7.bmp"></a> </div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5558397711800826823.post-89762883676382948922010-06-20T22:51:00.004-04:002010-06-20T23:04:22.607-04:00I'm going to sound like Andy Rooney.....<div><div>but here goes!</div><div></div><br /><div>I think technology is ruining things!</div><br /><div></div><div>Okay, I'll revise that some. Not all things. But some things.</div><div></div><br /><div>Remember when people used to actually send cards, made from card stock and then they signed their names and then, they mailed it! Now, it's a Facebook message or a text or an email.</div><br /><div></div><div>I hate that!</div><br /><div></div><div>And if you have a phone to text with, why not use it to just make a call with instead. I know it's not as fast and easy but imagine how nice it would be to let someone hear your voice. Maybe that would just make some one's day! Instead of a text that was probably sent to 15-20 other "contacts"!</div><br /><div>This morning, at 9:20 AM, I got a text from my niece. Now mind you, this child hasn't texted me ever before this morning. Not even on my birthday but let's not go there. She texted me to "remind" me to be thankful for all the "fathers and father figures" in my life. Wonderful. I just got reminded at 9:20 in the morning that it's Fathers Day, not to mention the little reminder of the fact that I don't have my father to share this day with. I don't have any "father figure" as she called it to share this day with. Yes, I have my husband but it's not the same as having your daddy. There's just a little piece of your heart that hurts a little deeper on days like this. And thank heavens I had a text wake me from a very sound sleep to remind me of that!</div><br /><div>I think the more technology people have at their disposal, the less they actually use their heads and think!</div><br /><div></div><div>I truly hope all the dads out there had a fabulous day! And I hope that everyone out there that missed their dad today found a little bit of peace and enjoyed a wonderful memory that made them smile even if they cried too.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXKC_Y746iTxFiItzYxMD9Q8PPDL8U910XxUuc_T4cDmjmmvGXXdtOjk64BRWGNYlmyWDdxGPczTGpm0Ybo6wBwxCJNesoJFUg-N8tzwoY3cmoG9N-YFKCU5dbdLEwoXhivbQASfXXWpE/s1600/loributterfly6.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485057143939422226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZXKC_Y746iTxFiItzYxMD9Q8PPDL8U910XxUuc_T4cDmjmmvGXXdtOjk64BRWGNYlmyWDdxGPczTGpm0Ybo6wBwxCJNesoJFUg-N8tzwoY3cmoG9N-YFKCU5dbdLEwoXhivbQASfXXWpE/s200/loributterfly6.bmp" /></a></div></div>Lorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13873043110032526803noreply@blogger.com2