Zhook – Journal – With A Vengeance

My beautiful sister, Kelly, has a ten month old son who is learning to self-feed.  She compares his first try to that of Cookie Monster on Sesame Street: Lots of food being smashed in tiny fistfuls in the direction of her son’s gaping mouth, with most of it falling in his lap or on the floor.  Kelly is asking for advice.  Please go see her and let her know what you have done.  Thank you!

Zhook – Journal – With A Vengeance


Fraud Email

One of our church ‘family’ members forwarded this to me today.  If you would like to see the REAL truth, see the link below!
> Hey, what have we got to lose?  So…here goes!
> >Date:  Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:18:17 +0000
> > >
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>WORK……..
> > >>
One of my church family members forwarded this today.  As all email promising me money for nothing, I did my research.  I’d encourage YOU to do the same!  The link to figure out the scam is below.

> > >>
> > >>
> > >>     Subject: FW: PLEEEEEEASE REEEEEEAD!
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           Read carefully,
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           THIS TOOK TWO PAGES OF THE
> > >>REAL
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           To all of my friends, I do not
usually forward messages,
> > >>
> > >>           But this is from my friend
Pearlas Sandborn and she
> > >>really is
> > >>
> > >>           an attorney.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           If she says that this will work –
It will work.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           After all,What have you got to
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           SORRY EVERYBODY.. JUST HAD TO
> > >>
> > >>           attorney, And I know the law.
This thing is for real.
> > >>Rest assured
> > >>
> > >>           AOL and & Intel will follow
through with their promises
> > >>for
> > >>
> > >>           fear of facing a
multimillion-dollar class action suit
> > >>similar to
> > >>the
> > >>
> > >>           one filed by PepsiCo against
General Electric not too
> > >>long ago.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           Dear Friends; Please do not take
this for a junk letter.
> > >>
> > >>           Bill Gates sharing his fortune.
If you ignore this, You
> > >>will
> > >>repent
> > >>
> > >>           later.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           Microsoft and AOL are now the
largest Internet companies
> > >>
> > >>           and in an effort to make sure
that Internet Explorer
> > >>remains the
> > >>
> > >>           most widely used program,
Microsoft and AOL are running
> > >>an e-mail
> > >>
> > >>           beta test.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           When you forward this e-mail to
friends, Microsoft can
> > >>and will
> > >>
> > >>           track it (If you are a Microsoft
Windows user) For a two
> > >>weeks
> > >>
> > >>           time period.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           For every person that you forward
this e-mail to,
> > >>Microsoft will
> > >>pay
> > >>
> > >>           you $245.00 For every person that
you sent it to that
> > >>forwards it
> > >>on,
> > >>
> > >>           Microsoft will pay you $243.00
and for every third
> > >>person that
> > >>receives
> > >>
> > >>           it, You will be paid $241.00.
Within two weeks,
> > >>Microsoft will
> > >>contact
> > >>
> > >>           you for your address and then
send you a check.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           Regards. Charles S Bailey General
Manager Field
> > >>Operations
> > >>
> > >>           1-800-842-2332 Ext. 1085 or
904-1085 or RNX 292-1085
> > >>
> > >>           [ mailto:] Charles_Bailey@csx.com
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           [ mailto:Charles_bailey@csx.com ]
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           thought this was a scam myself,
But two weeks after
> > >>receiving this
> > >>
> > >>           e-mail and forwarding it on.
Microsoft contacted me for
> > >>my address
> > >>and
> > >>
> > >>           within days, I received a check
for $24,800.00. You need
> > >>to
> > >>respond
> > >>
> > >>           before the beta testing is over.
If anyone can affoard
> > >>this, Bill
> > >>gates
> > >>
> > >>           is the
> > >>
> > >>           man.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>           It’s all marketing expense to
him. Please forward this
> > >>to as many
> > >>
> > >>           people as possible. You are bound
to get at least
> > >>$10,000.00
> > >>
> > >>           We’re not going to help them out
with their e-mail beta
> > >>test
> > >>without
> > >>
> > >>           getting a little something for
our time. My brother’s
> > >>girlfriend
> > >>got in
> > >>
> > >>           on this a few months ago. When i
went to visit him for
> > >>the
> > >>Baylor/UT
> > >>
> > >>           game. She showed me her check. It
was for the sum of
> > >>$4,324.44 and
> > >>was
> > >>
> > >>           stamped
> > >>
> > >>           “Paid
> > >>
> > >>           in full”
> > >>

To see the TRUTH, go to Snopes.

Pretty, pretty! Shiny, shiny!

I’m not the only person that says that catch phrase.  It comes from Boomerang.

It DOES, however, apply to my early birthday present.  My husband and his father took me out on Sunday afternoon to pick it out.  I got a newer model than my husband has (nyah, nyah!), and it comes with some cool technology that I have never seen before. Seriously.


I have stepped into the 21st century.  I now have a cell phone!  My birthday is not until Thursday, thirty-two years after I first entered the world at 12:48AM.  I’m just grateful to still be alive and have family that loves me.  Woo-hoo!  Now, about the birthday cake…

I’m still here, I promise!

My time that was once spent blogging has now been replaced by studying.  Here’s how my daily schedule goes:

6AM – Wake up and dress

6:30 – Wake up girls (they dress themselves)

7AM – Breakfast

7:30 – drop girls off for school

8AM – return home, shower and get ready for my classes

9:30 – leave for school

10AM-2PM – massage therapy school

2-3:45 – Study A&P, clean house, laundry, begin dinner

4PM – Pick up girls from Grandma’s

4:15-5:30 – Help girls with homework, help them study

5:30 – finish making dinner

6PM – Dinner

6:30 – first of three showers in ONE bathroom (DD#1).

6:45 – next shower victim ( DD#2)

7PM – next shower victim (DD#3)

7:30 – bedtime stories (usually read by my oldest daughter)

8PM – bedtime for girls

8:15 – My shower.

8:30-9:30 – Load dishwasher, finish laundry 😉

9:30PM – My bedtime!

So, I hope you (my readers) understand why I have resigned myself to blogging on the weekends. It is not a lack of desire to blog that I suffer from.  It is lack of time, for the moment. Please bear with me!

Yep, I’m Barbie!

hpim1502.JPG I honestly believe I have Dyslexic Anorexia, because I believe that I am smokin’ hot…then I see a picture of myself.  Yes, even fully-clothed.  Should I be in a class with 19 and 20 year olds? Um, not when I have to wear a swimsuit on a regular basis.  I have not stepped on the scale since before our trip to Las Vegas (in July).  I’ve been angry that the pants that I purchased for that very trip now have a zipper that will not stay up.  I wouldn’t stay  up either if somebody was trying to shove in ten extra pounds.  That’s what I’ve been doing.  In the six weeks since our romantic vacation (sans kiddos) in Vegas, I’ve gained ten pounds. Yep.  I stepped on the scale this very morning.  It weighed me ten pounds heavy. I think I need a new one, don’t you?

In spite of that emotional devastation this morning, what’s the first thing I did in my Massage Therapy class this morning?  I took off my top for the class to see how my skin reacted to having a cold compress on it for 30 minutes.  They didn’t just SEE my bare back (tattoos, freckles, moles and all) the instructor asked them each to FEEL my skin afterward.  Good thing that the ice packs had made my skin completely numb by that point, or I might have barfed in my mouth a little.  Hard to hide that.

Tomorrow? Bathing suits again. Yippee!

We’re all in school!

Except for me.  On Fridays.  Yep, you heard me correctly.  I have classes at the institute Monday through Thursday.  Fridays I don’t.  I have the entire house to myself today.  What am I going to do, you might ask?  Sleep.  With my husband’s blessing.  But not before I post the long-awaited ‘First Day of School’ pictures.  I do not have one of me in my scrubs (yet), but will add one to this same post by Monday.  The girls are below:   I have to apologize that I have not learned how to make the pictures pop up in their own individual page, like Ben has. Silly Old Bear? Very cool.  Me? Not so cool.  And yes, my daughters really are that tiny in real life.  So was I before surviving four pregnancies in about four years.

hpim1494.JPGhpim1489.JPGhpim1485.JPGYes, each of my daughters got the teachers that I wanted for them.  LISD is an good school district, and the school that Halie and Catie are going to is celebrating it’s 17th year.  The administration (principals, counselors) are stellar, and the teaching staff is phenomenal.  The school is decidedly a gem. Halie and Catie are still excited to wake up and get to school each day.  Don’t worry.  About Christmastime, the ‘newness’ of school will have worn off!

Rosie is going to a new school (opened in Fall of 2005) that is designed for tiny kids with special needs. A bus picks her up everyday before school and drops her off afterward.  She is on the tiny side (at just 30 lbs), so they even have a car seat in the bus!  At the school there is a playground outdoors if the weather is accommodating, and a similar playground INSIDE if Mother Nature has PMS.  Needless to say, Rosie loves school, and everyone at the school loves Rosie. 

Me? I’m loving Massage Therapy school, to spite the fact that it’s been only two BORING days.  We’re going over what my teacher calls ‘Fru-Fru’ Hydrotherapy.  In layman-speak, that’s water treatments: whirlpool, bath, ice packs, heat treatments, body wraps, salt glows, etc.  I honestly never thought of soaking my feet at the end of the day as ‘hydrotherapy’.  Now, I is an edjumicated persen. 

My teacher is a young man (maybe younger than me), who has a five year old and a two year old.  He asked me the breakdown of my family dynamic.  He asked me to tell my husband that DH can come over to his house if he just wants to hang out with another guy.  Um, okay then.  the teacher, C., is very laid back and well-educated, well-practiced in massage therapy.  My class is mostly teenagers, one woman changing careers, and a man who’s older than me that I cannot figure out.  We’re a good mix of students. Nine of us.  I promise to post a photo of me in scrubs by Monday!

Thank you for being so patient while I allowed the dust to settle after the crazy first-day-of-school dust storm that blew through my house.  I’m now officially back to blogging.  When I get to the Anatomy and Physiology portion of my schooling, I may take another ‘pause’.  Trust me, there will be plenty of warning before then.

Happy Bloggiversary to Me

I am very busy this week, getting al of us off to school.  In fact, bythe time this actually posts, I will be in my first class!! I’ll have to have my teacher snap a picture of me in my scrubs so I can share, along with the pictures of all three girls on their first day.  I realized this morning that I have just passed the one year mark since beginning this blogging adventure.  I’ve had 100,502 visitors since August 10, 2005.  Many have hung with me since my big flying leap from Blogger into WordPress in July this year.  In honor of this occasion, I wanted to share what I posted one year ago this week.

My husband’s parents, I will call by the titles Grandma and Grandpa, since that’s what my girls call them. I can assure you that they raised two well-adjusted adult children of their own (one of whom I married), and probably have never had a story like one posted here, on this blog! They are parents to be admired, and I’m especially blessed to have married into their family. Grandma called to invite me and the girls to lunch today at our favorite restaurant. I said , “Yes”, then put the ‘finishing touches’ on while my daughters got themselves dressed (great thing about having a 6 and a 4 year old – they can DO that!). I kissed my DH goodbye as he was leaving for work, and went to pick up the rest of our ‘party’.

We had a waiter who introduced himself and said that he had never seen us before, to spite the fact that we consider ourselves regulars. He seemed very amiable to begin with.

At least he seemed so at this point.

When Rosie started unremarkably dropping crayons, then her kids’ menu, and finally her silverware on the floor, the waiter dutifully picked them up and looked at me. I explained that after Rosie has deliberately dropped something, she doesn’t get it back. It’s my way of avoiding the inevitable ‘I drop this and Mommy gives it back – every time’ game with my daughter. The young man rolled his eyes and walked away. I began to keep a running score in my mind. Strike one.

When the appetizers arrived,I gave the baby some fried pieces of the appetizer (aren’t they all fried?), and my own fork to eat with. Of course, when Rosie had cleaned her plate (babies always love anythingfried, don’tcha know) she also tossed my fork on the floor. When the waiter came to refill our drinks, he looked directly at me and said, “She’s going to clear us out of silverware and kids’ menus!”. While I was definitely feeling what Klingons call ‘aggressive tendencies’ , I put on my best Poker Face and calmly replied, “That’s why I don’t give them back.” Strike two.

We waited an unsettling amount of time for that same waiter to return with the bill for our lunch. We had all finished eating at one point before he surfaced again, and Rosie was ready for a nap (read: she was whining and squirmy), and Grandma graciously offered to take her for a walk outside. Rosie reached for her Grandma, eager to be out of that high-chair. Grandma hoisted Rosie to her shoulder, and began to walk toward the door. When Rosie realized I was not going to join them on their stroll, she began to ‘wind-up’ for a wail. Her face crumpled up, tears started rolling down her cheeks, legs kicking, arms flailing, but no sound came out. I followed them with my eyes all the way to the door, mentally (and verbally) pleading with Rosie to breathe, baby. Breathe, Rosie. Come on BREATHE! As Grandma headed out the door, I heard the first of Rosie’s protests. Then, I could start breathing again. Whew!

I know the waiter had nothing to do with my daughter crying, but making us wonder if he’d ‘fallen in’: Strike three!

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