HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!



Can y'all believe that my Littleman (who's not so little anymore) is 13 today!!!! OMG! When did that happen???

This is the hospital picture that was taken shortly after he was born at Darnell Army Community Hospital on Ft. Hood, Texas.

This one was taken when he was about a year old, what a doll!

He loved to drive his sissy around the house in his van...

Here he's about 2 1/2 such beautiful eyes...
Here he is about 3 years old. I swear he gets cuter by the day.

Of course this is many years later fishing behind his grandmother's house. Still a doll... Here, his papa took him on a tour of the graveyards in Savannah, lame ride, fun time... (bad resolution)

Still silly...

Still handsome...

My heart and soul... I know that I brag endlessly about my children, but I really REALLY like them. They are such nice people with great big hearts. My son, 13 years ago today made his grand entrance in to my life and I was forever changed. From the minute I saw his tiny little self I just knew what real love was. He makes me SO very happy. We have gone through a lot with him. To his credit I have never had to ever deal with behavior issues. I only hope that these teen years that are ahead of us are as wonderful and awesome as his childhood was.

Happy Bithday My Love!

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I'M HERE AND I'M O.K.......

It is the end of the month and I DO work in Real Estate.... So chances are you won't see me around much. Sorry for keeping such a sad post up for so long. I guess I just didn't have much to say. Thank you for all the well wishes. I really appreciate your thoughts.

On to more sad news, which I am sure by now you have all heard. NYC Watchdog lost his son Puppy Monster in a tragic accident last week. As a mom my heart breaks for him. I know no words can lessen his pain, but if you could please stop by his place and let him know that he is not alone, I would really appreciate it. It took me quite a while to say anything to him, but I finally found my voice. He is such a nice guy. R.I.P. Puppy Monster.

How is that for more sad news. I promise when I get on this computer again I will have AWESOME good news/life stories for you, I promise.

REST IN PEACE MY FRIEND....

BENNINGTON -- Stephen A. Bolesky, 62, a well known and respected history and economics teacher at Mount Anthony Union High School and a former resident of Myers Road Shaftsbury, died Monday, June 18, 2007, at the Crescent Manor Care Center in Bennington following a long illness.He was born in Evansville, Ind., Sept. 20, 1944. He was the son of Andrew J. Bolesky and the late Rita L. (Zeller) Bolesky. Steve received his education in Evansville and was a graduate of Indiana State. He later received a masters degree in history.Steve married Constance Oxley on Nov. 25, 1977, in Woodford.In 1977 Steve began his teaching career at Mount Anthony Union High School in Bennington where he taught economics and history. He was the only economics teacher in the history of the school. Steve served as advisor to the chess club which over the years won several state titles. He was also an advisor to the Student Senate and building representative and negotiator for the SWVEA.Steve was an avid hiker and over the last 20 years organized an annual hike up Mount Washington. He climbed all 48 of New Hampshire’s 4,000 foot peaks twice. Being very thorough, he wanted to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. An avid fisherman, Steve also built his own wood-strip canoe and later wrote a book, “Building the Wood-Strip Canoe,” which is in the National Library of Congress. His other interests included the Old West and the Civil War and music ranging from Waylon Jennings to Yo-Yo Ma to Muddy Waters. He enjoyed gardening and loved his cats. A seemingly intelligent man, he inexplicably cheered for all the basketball teams coached by Bobby Knight. He also rooted for the Cincinnati Reds, formerly owned by Marge Schott and her dog Schottsie. Steve was a Chicago Bears fan and on many Sundays could be heard shouting “Da Bears.” He drove a pickup with the license plate “Hoosier” and a sticker on his back window that read “Why Be Normal”. Steve was a gentle man of grace, humor and dignity.Survivors include his father, Andrew J. Bolesky of Evansville, Ind.; an aunt, Catherine Underhill; and three cousins, Beverly Lankford, Linda Tur and David Underhill; along with his many friends, students and colleagues.A memorial service to celebrate the life of Stephen A. Bolesky will be held at the North Shaftsbury Community House on Old Depot Road in Shaftsbury on Tuesday, June 26, 2007, at 6:30 p.m. Given Steve’s fashion sense, casual attire is required. If anyone has any pictures of Steve that they would like to share please bring them to the service. Directions: Go North on Route 7A, Old Depot Road is the first right after The Chocolate Barn. Proceed a short distance to the Community House.If friends desire, contributions in memory of Stephen A. Bolesky may be made to the Southwestern Vermont Regional Cancer Center through the office of the Mahar & Son Funeral Home, 628 Main St., Bennington, VT 05201.

This man was a teacher of mine in High School. He really meant the world to me. Have you ever had a teacher that made learning fun and exciting? This was him. He was a character. He would dress the part of any character that we learned about. He came to my graduation party. He never had children because all of us were his children.

The past few years he suffered from a brain tumor and last summer he killed his wife and has no memory of doing it. He went to jail and was awaiting trial then he got very sick. They put him a nursing home where he died shortly thereafter.

The whole story and circumstances make me sad and he will be missed terribly.

I am going to miss you my teacher, my mentor, my friend, R.I.P.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

Yeah, I know I'm a little late, but c'mon I was away this weekend. Thanks NWJR for making me cry a little with your Father's Day post. My dear sweet husband, the father of my children and my soulmate grew up without his father. No, he did not leave the family. He died when my husband was but a mere 6 months old. From what we hear he was a kind and gentle man. He had lots of energy before he got sick. He died from colon cancer when he was just 26 years old. My poor husband grew up without a dad. I have to admit his mother took the job of mother and father very seriously, she never dated or remarried. She focussed on being the best parent ever.

I love my mom-in-law.

When my hubby and I got married my own father took my husband under his wing and loved him like he was his own flesh and blood. This was the first time in his life that he had a father and loved every minute of it. They did yard work together, he taught him how to clean a chainsaw, they really enoyed/enjoy each others company. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful husband and father. My father was the first love of my life. He has always been the beginning and end all of everything as far as I'm concerned. Now I can say that the man I married is just as wonderful as the man who brought me up. How can one person deserve so much greatness in one lifetime. I dunno and I don't care. BUT I am very thankful for what I have.

I love you Poppie!

I love you Sweet!

FINALLY!!!

I was just busting my very dear friend Tysgirl for not posting and look at me....slacker! My workload has been huge lately. Whoever said the housing market was in a slump LIED!!!! Can't complain, the money is good. Not to mention not one single person where I work can do my job. That makes it really hard to take time off.... Babygirl is going to Disney with her BFF this weekend. Wish I were going. Instead Hubby, Littleman and I are going to Wild Adventures. I am so tired and I really don't want to go. I don't really have a choice as we are going with a friend of my son, his mom and sister. I could really do without them. Oh well, these are but a few things we do for our children. I know that the memories will be wonderful for him.

I have GOT to get to bed, I am terribly exhausted! Just remember I am still blurking when I get a few....

LOOKS LIKE A TREND.....

And no, I don't mean Bobby Trendy! I have been terribly busy this week and weekend and again I am posting on a Monday. The kids came back this weekend. So much for "gone for two weeks"... I am so glad to have them home. They are so great to be around. I helped my best GF move this weekend. OMG! WTF! How much shit does one single person need???? Too much shit, that's all I have to say. We had her ex-husband and myself. Obviously we needed more help so "ex" went out on the street and hired a random Mexican guy and all he asked for was a shower and a change of clothes. So when it was all said and done they ran over to the Goodwill and hooked him up. He got a shower, they gave him $40 and he was a happy dude. It was strange, but hey we needed the help and he needed a shower. I have so many bruises it's not even funny. I am already at work so I think I will try to post something when I get home. I just didn't want you all to think that I left forever and wouldn't be back with all my greatness.....

.......aaaaaand the weekend sucked.......

I knew you were all waiting to hear of all the wonderful events of the weekend. I wish there was something wonderful to tell you. We were going to leave Friday night to go to my brother's place. He lives 2 hours south of here and is a nice 1/2 way stopping point to my parents. Well, I got out of work all excited, raced home ready to go....... I walked in the door only to hear my hubby snoring. He was asleep on our bed....with a migraine. I know he didn't plan it and I know he would have rather NOT had it... I couldn't do anything and I couldn't leave him there. So for my 40th birthday I did laundry. BFD! I was not a happy camper. I didn't even have a beer in the house to drown my sorrows. (yes folks it would only take one to drown me) Then I got the screamin me me's. I played that little violin of pity for myself.

I remember when I was 10 years old and my father turned 40. It was a HUGE deal. The whole town showed up and celebrated my dad "going over the hill". That was the first time I ever got drunk. I remember thinking that turning 40 was a huge event just waiting to happen. It wasn't....

I asked my husband to throw me a party. I had asked him since my 39th birthday. I didn't want him to forget. He didn't forget, he just didn't do anything for me. Now here is more pity.......

I told him that I never had a wedding shower and I was good with that;

I never had a honeymoon and I was good with that;

I never had a baby shower with either kid and I was good with that;

I never ever ever ask for anything, I don't ever expect anything. I am thankful for what I get when I get it. My mother raised me to be humble. I think I am.....well, until now! All I have ever asked for was a 40th birthday party where my friends can come and get together to celebrate me. You know, to reaffirm that I am loved and needed. One of my biggest fears is that I am going to leave this earth without anyone even remembering that I was ever here. Am I crazy for giving myself a pity party because I didn't get the 40th birthday party that I thought I deserved? My parents tried really hard Saturday to give me something. I know it was thrown together at the last minute. Bro2 came with his wife and annoying daughter. Bro1 only lives like 40 minutes away and couldn't be bothered. They gave me 2 shirts, 2 gag gifts and 2 mugs (and I don't drink coffee). At least they tried I suppose. Then mom served chicken and biscuits. I don't like chicken and biscuits, that is my bro1's favorite dinner. She got us confused (again). Of course I ate it and didn't say a word. The cake was good and dad remembered my favorite ice cream, that counts. Oh well, I give it to her that even at the last minute she tried really hard. My parents love me so very much. So am I just being selfish? I am getting through it, but next year he can forget the party I WAS planning!

You know me I'm a sucker and I'll still throw it I am just talking all big...

I'M 40!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to me...

Happy Birthday to me...

Happy Birthday to me Big Mama...

Happy Birthday tooooo meeeeee...

Yep, I have been waiting for this day for 40 years. To think I have to work today...the nerve! My favorite attorney gave me 2 $25.00 gift certificates to Best Buy and is making sure I get a lunch delivered to my desk today. YAY! One of the secretaries is bringing in hot Krispy Kremes, yum. When I get home this afternoon we are hopping in my car and heading south on 95 for about 4 hours. We are going to my parents to drop the kids off for 2 weeks. THAT is a great gift if you ask me. I always thought I would have a party with all my friends and everyone would roast the fact that I am the oldest...blah blah blah... I guess not. Cool, whatever. I figured I would never live past 25 since only the good die young and I'm still here so every day is really a gift. I am so fortunate to have met my friends here online. Just because I haven't seen you face to face yet (yet being the key word) doesn't mean that I am any less your friend.

Oh and Sooz, Penni has my e-mail address if you need it.