Saturday, July 5, 2008
When I was a teenager, the 4th of July was about enjoying the first real event of summer. It was about freedom from tests, cliques, and the daily drudge. It was about feeling alive and excited for what may be waiting in the near future, without having any true understanding of what that meant.
When I was a young adult, the 4th of July was about spending time with family and friends. It was about barbeques and old stories, fireworks and a break from new responsibilites. It was the smell of the shore and a sweet nostalgia for what was now the past, though, even then, I still didn't have a true understanding of what that meant.
And now as a mother, the 4th of July is a return to childhood, through smaller, innocent eyes. Fearful of where the country is headed for them and excited for what their summers will have in store, I hold their hands tightly because I understand a little of what it will all mean for them.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
The producers behind the new show recently met with the actress to discuss gauge her interest in the possibility of returning to West Beverly High.
And by all accounts, she is interested. "But, she wants to know what the story is going to be first." She also wants more money than they're apparently offering.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Everyone should stop whatever it is they're doing, gather the family together, and wait for news of the second and third coming.
Also, to help pass the time, give THIS article a read.
A normal occurrence that found her running to grab a burp cloth. When she recovered, the mother seated next to her remarked,
Comment: You know, they made an awesome invention to help with that.
Amy: Oh yeah, what is it?
Comment: It's called a bib.
Okay, so I have done a couple of these now and this is the first inappropriate comment that reveals true evil. Which means I am going to have some fun with this one....evil begets evil, right?
What You Want To Say: (While pointing at your rear end-so classy-) Well, this is called my ass....kiss it.
What You Could Say: You're kidding! Did you invent it yourself? Wow, you are so much smarter than you look.
What You Should Say: Hey, if I were you, I'd be pretty miserable too. Don't worry though, they make pacifiers, Mylacon, and enemas for that.
*The above image was taken almost two years ago...the time has flown!
Monday, June 30, 2008
I actually started to do some research about the most recent findings for the purpose of this blog, but with so much information consistently coming out (and so much of it conflicting), I honestly gave up.
However, this new revelation sounds like it may actually have some merit...and has me trying to figure out how I can possibly get my little guy a mitochondrial screening.
If you are interested, click on the following link to this Yahoo! news story: (and yes, a commercial does precede the report).
What does this mean for me? A morning filled with productivity.
Instead of waiting around, having an extra cup of coffee while my daughter has an extra dose of morning cartoons, we were out of the house early for an intense power walk (if you have a double stroller you know what I'm talking about), and hours spent with chalk, frisbees, flower picking, garden tending, and even some bunny rabbit sightings.
I am going to enjoy this new schedule....at least until next week, when O decides she is officially done with naps.