Kari tagged me

Thanks Kari for tagging me for this. It's fun to see how everything thinks.


: One Word Tag:.

1. Where is your cell phone? ?????(someone call me and I will follow the ring!)
2. Your significant other? work
3. Your hair? ponytail
4. Your mother? caring
5. Your father? unconditional
6. Your favorite thing? riding
7. Your dream last night? kids
8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream/goal? safety
10. The room you're in? front
11. Your hobby? everything
12. Your fear? Failure
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? sturgis
14. Where were you last night? Asleep
15. What you're not? cool
16. Muffins? na
17. One of your wish list items? coolness
18. Where you grew up? Bearriver
19. The last thing you did? E-mail
20. What are you wearing? pj's
21. Your TV? lots
22. Your pets? max
23. Your computer? homemade
24. Your life? busy
25. Your mood? harsh
26. Missing someone? YES
27. Your car? old
28. Something you're not wearing? bra(kari will get a kick out of this!)
29. Favorite store? walmart
30. Your summer? crazy
31. Like someone? Yes
32. Your favorite color? blue
33. When is the last time you laughed? fatboy
34. Last time you cried? blog

Ash, Stace and al, you're tagged

Mckay's gross foot

It's looking pretty good considering all he's been through lately! The big toe burn is small but deep. The heel burn looks huge and gross, but it's not as severe so it should heal quickly. The burns and cut on the sides and bottom are looking really good. It's healing fast and it only hurts him when he actually gets a look at the blood! (there's that apple thing again, Jason!) He was pretty lucky!

Kaden's 9??!!

Holy cow, how time does fly! I wonder if I'm the only parent in history that panics whenever another year is added to their child's lives! I love that my boys actually survived another year in their little lives, and that I must not be that bad of a parent if I'm actually aiding in keeping them alive and safe. Can't things just slow down a little so that I can just enjoy them BEFORE they become teenagers and start hating everything that their dad and I are about. I hope that I'm giving them a strong enough foundation so that when they step out on their own that they can be successful in guiding their families in the same direction. It's so hard to raise boys to be the kind of men that any woman would want and appreciate. I'm so lucky to have a husband that fits that bill. Now, how do we do that for the next generation?

We made it!!!

We made it past baseball, t-ball and birthday parties and maybe now I can finally breathe?? Or maybe not??!!
The boys start swimming lessons on Monday for two weeks, and if the instructors are not a joke, it should be beneficial. Last year Mckay's teacher just visited with all the parents and then didn't pass him at the end because he didn't know all the stuff on their report card...side bar, you actually have to INSTRUCT them in order for them to learn!!! I've heard that the teachers are actually doing a pretty good job this year, so I guess we'll see. I'm getting pretty tired of near-drowning boys!

T-Ball and 5 year old's!!!!!!

So, I signed my boys up for Ball this year, and knowing Mckay's track record, I volunteered to help coach...yeah, you heard me...not just assistant, but Coach! Am I crazy??? Please somebody tell me if I am so I can fix it?! I can't fix the bunch of fighting 5 year olds while in front of half of the town, and I definitely can't fix their side-line parents! After every game I just want to go home and eat a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's double chunky monkey! That can't be good! I can't fix every problem of every kid and every other kid that doesn't get along with their kid! Are you confused? Well, so am I! I love most of these kids. They are so dang cute when they all go after the same ball, and when one of the girls just ducks and covers so it won't touch her. There is one, though, who has raised her son, and daughter for that matter, to be superior toward every one around them. This little boy has no respect for anyone or anything! I don't know what to do for this poor kid, especially while his health-freak mom is screaming from the side-line, "come on gabey, come on baby" while he hits the "shortest fuse" on our team with his mitt, just to see if he'll blow! Now, anybody with good advice please share??!! I know the best advice out there is to never do this again, or just quit and let the know-it-all parents take over, but I was taught to finish what I've started, so quitting is not an option! I'm so glad that there are only 7 games and we finished #4 tonight! (barely!) Three more to go. Can you dig it!