Yes, I know it has been just short of 2 months since my last post. With 3 birthdays, Thanksgiving, work, illness, school, Christmas shopping, etc., time has gotten away from me. So, just to let you know what I'm working on THIS week, have a good ole little look at these precious essays...
Modern Dramatic Narrative
Read the summaries and other materials about Arthur Miller’s play Death of a Salesman that are available here. You may also view a video version of the play filmed in 1985, starring Dustin Hoffman. Suggested questions to explore in your essay: What was the overall narrative of the play and the most significant ideas or themes? What was your reaction to each of the main characters? Briefly describe the scenery and costumes. Did the film version present the visual elements as you had imagined them as you read the play? Summarize your reaction to the play, particularly as it is a reflection of twentieth century American culture.
Sartre’s Existentialism
Jean-Paul Sartre, in his theory of existentialism, discusses new ideas of human freedom and responsibility. After reading Sartre’s No Exit, found online and in libraries and bookstores, discuss how his ideas on existentialism are expressed in this famous play, and explore how his ideas grew out of the cultural circumstances in which he lived.
Artistic Technique as an Expression of the Modern World
American abstract expressionist Jackson Pollock observed, “The modern painter cannot express his age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or any other past culture. Each age finds its own technique.” Choose three works of mid-twentieth century art that illustrate this idea and discuss them in detail. How does the technique of these particular works help convey the reality of the modern world?
Dear Santa,
I would like three five-paged well-written essays by Sunday, December 20th at 11:59 p.m. No spelling or grammatical errors, and please cite in APA style. I won't ask for anything else all year.
Love,
Nicole
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Man's Best Friend
About a week ago, for "Family Movie Night" we decided to watch Marley and Me. Everyone we know had told us about how wonderful this movie was. Being dog lovers our whole lives, Wes and I enjoyed the idea of watching a kid-friendly film centered around a dog. However, I did not expect to experience the emotions that I felt during the movie.
I think that certain people are born with a knack for understanding and just truly loving an animal. I come from a family full of this kind of people, and I married a man that I sometimes think is the dog whisperer. As I watched the movie, I remembered way back to when I was my oldest child's age, and my dad brought home a dog that he had rescued. I remember secretly being a little disappointed, because we already had a dog that I adored, and I didn't want her to feel like she was being replaced. (You must know that I used to individually tuck in each one of my stuffed animals at night, and I would rotate which one I slept with every night, just so none of them felt less-loved than another...) I then got a little upset that Dad wanted to name him "Sid" and not "Shadow" or "Pepper", names that, to a 6-year-old girl, were much more fitting for a black speckled dog.
However, it didn't take long for me to become very attached to that speckled dog. It might have been his unquestionable loyalty to not only my parents, but to my brother and me as well. Maybe it was his uncanny ability to climb a tree or jump a six-foot fence just so he didn't have to poop in his own yard. It could have just been that he loved us like no animal has ever loved a human, and we knew it from the start.
So, as I watched that sweet and silly movie about the long, happy, full life of a dog and the people who loved him, deeply-rooted feelings of grief and sadness came back to the surface four years after the loss of a very important member of my family.
I think that certain people are born with a knack for understanding and just truly loving an animal. I come from a family full of this kind of people, and I married a man that I sometimes think is the dog whisperer. As I watched the movie, I remembered way back to when I was my oldest child's age, and my dad brought home a dog that he had rescued. I remember secretly being a little disappointed, because we already had a dog that I adored, and I didn't want her to feel like she was being replaced. (You must know that I used to individually tuck in each one of my stuffed animals at night, and I would rotate which one I slept with every night, just so none of them felt less-loved than another...) I then got a little upset that Dad wanted to name him "Sid" and not "Shadow" or "Pepper", names that, to a 6-year-old girl, were much more fitting for a black speckled dog.
However, it didn't take long for me to become very attached to that speckled dog. It might have been his unquestionable loyalty to not only my parents, but to my brother and me as well. Maybe it was his uncanny ability to climb a tree or jump a six-foot fence just so he didn't have to poop in his own yard. It could have just been that he loved us like no animal has ever loved a human, and we knew it from the start.
So, as I watched that sweet and silly movie about the long, happy, full life of a dog and the people who loved him, deeply-rooted feelings of grief and sadness came back to the surface four years after the loss of a very important member of my family.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Fall
My favorite season is approaching, and I'm really starting to enjoy the cool mornings. However, upon contemplation of fall time and what we plan to do this year, I'm beginning to realize all that we have to "look forward" to:
Breathing treatments
Allergies
Breathing treatments
Sinusitis
Breathing treatments
Finals
Property taxes
and more breathing treatments.
I'm already beginning to yearn for the winter.
Breathing treatments
Allergies
Breathing treatments
Sinusitis
Breathing treatments
Finals
Property taxes
and more breathing treatments.
I'm already beginning to yearn for the winter.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Shout-Out!
...To Wes Clymer, the most awesome husband/father/man on the planet.
In light of recent events, I'd just like to remind the world of how kick-ass my hubby is. Rated PG
1. He's hottt
2. He's freakin' hilarious
3. I still get lost in his baby blues
4. No one can wear a badge like he can
5. No one can shoot a gun like he can
6. He has impeccable taste in women ;)
7. He can fix anything, anywhere, anytime
8. When he wears engine grease, he makes it look good
9. He does laundry
10. He does dishes
11. He changes diapers
12. He got up with newborn babies in the middle of the night so I could sleep
13. He's got a laugh that lightens anyone's mood
14. He's the greatest teacher of t-ball, and football, and fishing, and gun-shooting
15. He's a manly man
16. He's intimidating to all the right people
17. He's a veteran, and this makes me so proud I get tears in my eyes
18. His strength, inside and out, amazes me
19. He can be a kid when it's okay to be, and he's a man when he's supposed to be
20. He is my best friend, my lover, my protector, my weakness, and my strength.
In light of recent events, I'd just like to remind the world of how kick-ass my hubby is. Rated PG
1. He's hottt
2. He's freakin' hilarious
3. I still get lost in his baby blues
4. No one can wear a badge like he can
5. No one can shoot a gun like he can
6. He has impeccable taste in women ;)
7. He can fix anything, anywhere, anytime
8. When he wears engine grease, he makes it look good
9. He does laundry
10. He does dishes
11. He changes diapers
12. He got up with newborn babies in the middle of the night so I could sleep
13. He's got a laugh that lightens anyone's mood
14. He's the greatest teacher of t-ball, and football, and fishing, and gun-shooting
15. He's a manly man
16. He's intimidating to all the right people
17. He's a veteran, and this makes me so proud I get tears in my eyes
18. His strength, inside and out, amazes me
19. He can be a kid when it's okay to be, and he's a man when he's supposed to be
20. He is my best friend, my lover, my protector, my weakness, and my strength.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
For the Birthday Girl!
Chelsea J'Linn,
As my oldest, dearest friend, you hold a very special place in my heart. On your birthday, I find myself remembering all of the fun times we have had. Here are some things that have popped into mind today:
1. Learning to ride our bikes together without training wheels on Wanda Drive
2. Setting up Kool-aid stands and being pissed that no one ever came down your street
3. Your mom sending us into Jack & Jill by ourselves when we were 4...and we always bought toys and coloring books. I remember thinking she had endless amounts of money because she gave us a check that, in our minds, could be written for any amount.
4. Salamander hunting in the water meters
5. Getting so excited when you would leave town, because I got to go feed Glo-Bars
6. Schnapps, the dog that, to me, is still alive
7. Seeing your Christmas tree still up in June
8. Seeing Zack right after he was born, and shortly thereafter being traumatized when Kyle thought it was okay for me to ride the Mousetrap.
9. Feeling so special, because your mom would take me to deliver the invitations for your surprise birthday parties
10. Kyle throwing me into the pool at one such party
11. Kyle chasing me around the house with that scary old man mask. No wonder I was scared of him until I was 12...
12. OUR "Gardetto Island" in the middle of Lake Meredith
13. Dressing up as "bitches" (although we really didn't have to dress up...) for Halloween in high school, and winning the costume part
14. Everything we did in high school...especially on the weekends
15. Watching you receive your gold medals at the state track meet, and having tears in my eyes because I was so darn proud of and happy for you
16. As grown women, crushing on vampires together
17. Laughing, crying, griping, and everything in between, together
And the list could go on...
Thanks for always being there, through thick and thin, and being the awesome person that you are. I love you and miss you all the time!
Cole
I just thought of one more: Realizing that ordering meatball cavatini after watching Braveheart in the movie theatre wasn't exactly a good idea.
As my oldest, dearest friend, you hold a very special place in my heart. On your birthday, I find myself remembering all of the fun times we have had. Here are some things that have popped into mind today:
1. Learning to ride our bikes together without training wheels on Wanda Drive
2. Setting up Kool-aid stands and being pissed that no one ever came down your street
3. Your mom sending us into Jack & Jill by ourselves when we were 4...and we always bought toys and coloring books. I remember thinking she had endless amounts of money because she gave us a check that, in our minds, could be written for any amount.
4. Salamander hunting in the water meters
5. Getting so excited when you would leave town, because I got to go feed Glo-Bars
6. Schnapps, the dog that, to me, is still alive
7. Seeing your Christmas tree still up in June
8. Seeing Zack right after he was born, and shortly thereafter being traumatized when Kyle thought it was okay for me to ride the Mousetrap.
9. Feeling so special, because your mom would take me to deliver the invitations for your surprise birthday parties
10. Kyle throwing me into the pool at one such party
11. Kyle chasing me around the house with that scary old man mask. No wonder I was scared of him until I was 12...
12. OUR "Gardetto Island" in the middle of Lake Meredith
13. Dressing up as "bitches" (although we really didn't have to dress up...) for Halloween in high school, and winning the costume part
14. Everything we did in high school...especially on the weekends
15. Watching you receive your gold medals at the state track meet, and having tears in my eyes because I was so darn proud of and happy for you
16. As grown women, crushing on vampires together
17. Laughing, crying, griping, and everything in between, together
And the list could go on...
Thanks for always being there, through thick and thin, and being the awesome person that you are. I love you and miss you all the time!
Cole
I just thought of one more: Realizing that ordering meatball cavatini after watching Braveheart in the movie theatre wasn't exactly a good idea.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Abomination!
Dear Mean Nasty PAINFUL Ugly Disgusting Canker Sore at the bottom of my gums underneath my bottom lip,
You suck. Go away. I want to eat again without my eyes tearing up. You are supposed to get smaller, not bigger. Although you feel welcomed along with my increasing stress level, you are not. Go back to where you came from and never return. EVER!
You suck. Go away. I want to eat again without my eyes tearing up. You are supposed to get smaller, not bigger. Although you feel welcomed along with my increasing stress level, you are not. Go back to where you came from and never return. EVER!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Welcome Madelynn Nicole
Miss Maddie,
I am so glad that you are finally here! You are such a perfect little angel, and you are so loved. I miss you already, and I cannot WAIT to see you again! You are in such loving, caring hands with your Mommy and Daddy. Just remember, when you are with Aunt Nicole, you can have whatever you want as long as you don't tell Daddy. You, Mommy, Nana, your cousin Claire Bear, and I will have tea parties and play dress up and do any other kind of girly thing that we want to do. Daddy, Poppa, Uncle Wes, and your cousins Cade and Mason will be your protectors and probably teach you a little about playing in the dirt! Don't forget that Memaw and Papa and Grandma will always give you bunches and bunches of kisses and hugs anytime you want!
It is so exciting to think of all you have ahead of you in life. The possibilities are endless! Right now, let's just start with learning how to say Aunt Cole. Don't worry - practice makes perfect! ;)
I love you so much, Maddie, and I am honored to be your aunt!
Hugs and lots of kisses,
Aunt Cole
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
My little Claire and Mason could put the WWE to shame. In fact, a little boxing ring exists within the walls of my home. Anyone who has seen Mason in motion wouldn't be too surprised that he is a little ornery. Claire, on the other hand, spends most of her day primping and dressing up in her pink frilly princess get-up or playing with baby dolls and her play kitchen. Don't let my petite little princess fool you, though.
It never fails, when I am unloading the dishwasher or performing any of my other domestic goddess duties, a knock-down, drag-out fight between my two littlest sluggers is a guarantee. It seems to happen the same every time: Claire screams - and not just any scream. It is a shriek that puts the highest note Mariah Carey has ever hit to shame. It is glass-shattering, blood-curtling, eardrum-bursting loud. I have found that this shriek is usually the result of a toy being taken away, a twin brother stepping too close to her, or just a glance in the wrong direction - her direction. Then, she'll shove Mason away, motioning for him to get out of her room or to leave her alone. This, in turn, ignites the ticking time bomb that is my Mason Edward. My two-year-old little cuddle bug has a swing like Muhammad Ali. He has knocked Claire square in the jaw on more than one occasion. There is nothing like a fist in the face to piss Claire Bear smooth off. Because the previously mentioned scenario happens within a matter of seconds, I am usually in the room pulling Claire off her brother by now...but not in time to get her before she gives him a few good slaps on the head.
How, you ask, do I know this is what happens? Because Big Brother Cade is there to give me the play by play as I'm running to prevent any blood-shed. Too often have I heard, "MOM! Mason just punched Claire!" or, "MOM! Claire's hitting Mason in the face with her doll!" Thank goodness for my little mediator...
It never fails, when I am unloading the dishwasher or performing any of my other domestic goddess duties, a knock-down, drag-out fight between my two littlest sluggers is a guarantee. It seems to happen the same every time: Claire screams - and not just any scream. It is a shriek that puts the highest note Mariah Carey has ever hit to shame. It is glass-shattering, blood-curtling, eardrum-bursting loud. I have found that this shriek is usually the result of a toy being taken away, a twin brother stepping too close to her, or just a glance in the wrong direction - her direction. Then, she'll shove Mason away, motioning for him to get out of her room or to leave her alone. This, in turn, ignites the ticking time bomb that is my Mason Edward. My two-year-old little cuddle bug has a swing like Muhammad Ali. He has knocked Claire square in the jaw on more than one occasion. There is nothing like a fist in the face to piss Claire Bear smooth off. Because the previously mentioned scenario happens within a matter of seconds, I am usually in the room pulling Claire off her brother by now...but not in time to get her before she gives him a few good slaps on the head.
How, you ask, do I know this is what happens? Because Big Brother Cade is there to give me the play by play as I'm running to prevent any blood-shed. Too often have I heard, "MOM! Mason just punched Claire!" or, "MOM! Claire's hitting Mason in the face with her doll!" Thank goodness for my little mediator...
Friday, May 22, 2009
Hooray for Modern Medicine!
...without which I would not have had the joy of seeing my youngest babies go from this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
to this:
Thanks to the St. Francis NICU, all the doctors and nurses that helped us along the way, and most of all, Thanks to the Lord for the power of prayer.
and this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
and this:
to this:
Thanks to the St. Francis NICU, all the doctors and nurses that helped us along the way, and most of all, Thanks to the Lord for the power of prayer.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The McTank
I knew that having children, boys especially, would mean plenty of bumps and bruises along the path to adolescence. However, I did not plan on this...
Or this...
In short, my dad's nickname for Mason, my youngest boy, has always been "Tank." He never stops for anything. He either runs over or runs through the next obstacle. This time, the concrete stopped him.
Or this...
In short, my dad's nickname for Mason, my youngest boy, has always been "Tank." He never stops for anything. He either runs over or runs through the next obstacle. This time, the concrete stopped him.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Little Miss Madelynn
Madelynn Nicole,
My dear sweet niece, I am ready for you to come out and play. Your mommy has done an excellent job of giving you a good home for the past 35-ish weeks, so I'm thinking Memorial weekend should be about right. ;) I'm guessing you'll weigh about 6lbs, 13oz, just like your daddy, and because I know you don't want to make getting you here difficult for your mommy. I dream that you will have your mommy's beautiful eyes and smile, and your daddy's perfect skin tone and tiny ears. However, it would be really neat if you look like your Uncle Kyle or Aunt Cole, simply because your cousins looked just like your daddy or their aunts when they were first born. No matter what, I know you will be beautiful, because you come from great stock on both sides! So, since we've had this conversation, hopefully you'll think about coming soon, because there are so many people that cannot wait to meet you and hold you and love you for the rest of our lives!
I already love you more than you will ever know!
Love,
Aunt Cole
Friday, May 8, 2009
Free Fallin'
I do, for the most part, agree with the old grammatically incorrect saying, "If it aint broke, don't fix it." This is one of the few exceptions:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLW6G6LYLt4
P.S.
Tom Petty,
You rocked this song, but John Mayer's version makes me want to relax in a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine. Don't be sad. You are still on my iPod.
Love,
Nicole
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLW6G6LYLt4
P.S.
Tom Petty,
You rocked this song, but John Mayer's version makes me want to relax in a hot bubble bath with a glass of wine. Don't be sad. You are still on my iPod.
Love,
Nicole
Monday, May 4, 2009
I've Come to Realize...
1. That no matter what you say, someone is always going to be displeased.
2. That the number of recesses is very high-ranking on the concerns of a soon-to-be first grader.
3. That every day, I look at my children and love them more and more, even when I already felt like my heart was going to explode.
4. That Mom and Dad were right about that, too.
5. That I am that luckiest woman alive, in that my husband truly is exactly the man of my dreams, and that nothing will ever change my love for him.
6. I am actually getting older every day.
7. I will probably never wear a size 2 again, and I'm okay with that.
8. That I might not be on time for anything for at least another 16 years.
9. Sleep is overrated.
10. Number 9 is a complete lie, but it's how I get through my day.
11. Coffee is definitely underrated.
12. Number 11 is complete truth.
13. If I had my life to live over again, I wouldn't change a darn thing. You live, you learn.
14. Growing up with my brother helped prepare me for my sons.
15. Claire might not ever be able to dribble a basketball and run at the same time, and I'm okay with that. Pretty dresses are fun.
16. I am happy.
2. That the number of recesses is very high-ranking on the concerns of a soon-to-be first grader.
3. That every day, I look at my children and love them more and more, even when I already felt like my heart was going to explode.
4. That Mom and Dad were right about that, too.
5. That I am that luckiest woman alive, in that my husband truly is exactly the man of my dreams, and that nothing will ever change my love for him.
6. I am actually getting older every day.
7. I will probably never wear a size 2 again, and I'm okay with that.
8. That I might not be on time for anything for at least another 16 years.
9. Sleep is overrated.
10. Number 9 is a complete lie, but it's how I get through my day.
11. Coffee is definitely underrated.
12. Number 11 is complete truth.
13. If I had my life to live over again, I wouldn't change a darn thing. You live, you learn.
14. Growing up with my brother helped prepare me for my sons.
15. Claire might not ever be able to dribble a basketball and run at the same time, and I'm okay with that. Pretty dresses are fun.
16. I am happy.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My Sentiments Exactly...
A mass e-mail sent to all students in my Ecology and Evolution class from Professor Estes:
"Please everyone, 'species' is a noun. Its plural and singular forms are identical--thus, one species and two hundred species. One species may split to form two different species.
'Specie' is not the singular form of species! Specie is a term for money in the form of coins."
Please, someone, tell me how ANYONE got to this point at the university level by saying "one specie."
"Please everyone, 'species' is a noun. Its plural and singular forms are identical--thus, one species and two hundred species. One species may split to form two different species.
'Specie' is not the singular form of species! Specie is a term for money in the form of coins."
Please, someone, tell me how ANYONE got to this point at the university level by saying "one specie."
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Heaven on Earth
My Darling Mexico Joe's,
Your mouth-watering Cadillac Enchiladas -minus the guacamole, of course- have made the evening bliss. I do not mind scalding my poor little mouth with each savory bite of your delicious cheese-filled miracle. I don't mind waiting for 40 minutes with 3 very impatient children just to bask in your ambiance. I even do not mind your perky little waitress flirting with my husband, as long as she continues to deliver your two freshly-made red corn tortillas filled with melted cheese perfection. Thank you for your existence.
Yours Forever,
Nicole
Your mouth-watering Cadillac Enchiladas -minus the guacamole, of course- have made the evening bliss. I do not mind scalding my poor little mouth with each savory bite of your delicious cheese-filled miracle. I don't mind waiting for 40 minutes with 3 very impatient children just to bask in your ambiance. I even do not mind your perky little waitress flirting with my husband, as long as she continues to deliver your two freshly-made red corn tortillas filled with melted cheese perfection. Thank you for your existence.
Yours Forever,
Nicole
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Interview with Cade
I saw this little questionnaire online. It is supposed to be a cute little interview with your child, so I decided to ask my little dude the questions...
1. What is something mom always says to you?
I love you whole bunches!
No playing on the top bunk!
2. What makes mom happy?
when I'm a good good gentleman
3. What makes mom sad?
mean people
4. How does your mom make you laugh?
tickling and funny jokes
5. What was your mom like as a child?
someone pushed you in a stroller and changed your stinky diapers
6. How old is your mom?
26
7. How tall is your mom?
as tall as 26 H's (???)
8. What is her favorite thing to do?
being with me!
9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
going to work and Miss Amy is babysitting the twins
10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
You're not famous!
11. What is your mom really good at?
playing Mario Kart
12. What is your mom not very good at?
playing my DS
13. What does your mom do for her job?
you do lots of paperwork at your desk
14. What's your mom's favorite food?
broccoli
15. What makes you proud of your mom?
fixing my cds
16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
a police girl
17. What do you and your mom do together?
do fun stuff and draw pictures and color
18. How are you and your mom the same?
you're 26 and I'm 6...both 6's!
19. How are you and your mom different?
you're the tallest and I'm the smallest
20. How do you know your mom loves you?
because you always say it, and I love you, too, to infinity and beyond! (isn't that the sweetest?)
21. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?
to work and to the grocery store to buy me some little pizzas
22. What is your favorite place to go?
The toy store!
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Someone should check the temperature in hell, because I do believe it has frozen over...
After growing up in Texas, moving to Oklahoma, and being constantly surrounded by miles and miles of farmland or thousands and thousands of cowboys, I tried on my first pair of boots and Wranglers. Don't be mistaken: it wasn't exactly my idea. In fact, as I type, I'm a little bit pouty thinking of wearing jeans, and black ones at that, that go over my belly button and footwear that doesn't lace up or have a pretty little heel. Don't get me wrong, I don't think this is bad for other people...it's just not my cup of tea. So, I will swallow my pride, pull on my annoyingly high-zippered jeans, slip on my boots, and know that if need be, I'll be able to kick a sex-offender in the shins if he feels the need to get fresh in the P. County Sheriff's Office.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Michael
Michelle,
As it is your birthday, too, I guess I should acknowledge that you are just a little important to me--just a little. I was reminiscing while writing my entry about Dad, and it made me think of how much fun we had when we were little.
First, I have to note that I never thought Mom and Dad could possibly be right when they said, "Be careful, Nicole. One of these days, he'll get you back." So, kudos on all the times you got me back for being such a bully of a big sister sometimes. Oh, and sorry I pulled the plug in your bath when you were a baby, with high hopes that you would go down the drain with the water. And sorry for the countless wedgies...and hanging you on the door knob by your underwear a few times. Oh yeah, and for shoving that piece of corn up your nose that you couldn't get out. And for telling you that you were adopted. And for telling you that that lump was breast cancer.
Okay, okay, before you start re-thinking our sibling relationship, just remember all the times that I told you Frog and Toad and The Three Billy Goats Gruff before we went to sleep. Those are still some of my fondest times with you. Although you were a brat during the day, when it was time to be calm and go to sleep, you really were a precious little boy. I remember tickling your back so long that my arm would hurt, but at least you fell asleep comfortably. You were kind enough to let me crash out in your room when I was too scared to sleep in my own. Oh, and thanks for covering for me on my more ornery teenage outings...
I could go on and on about our childhood, but just know one thing for certain: I treasure you, and you will always be my baby brother. I love you, and I hope you had a great birthday!
As it is your birthday, too, I guess I should acknowledge that you are just a little important to me--just a little. I was reminiscing while writing my entry about Dad, and it made me think of how much fun we had when we were little.
First, I have to note that I never thought Mom and Dad could possibly be right when they said, "Be careful, Nicole. One of these days, he'll get you back." So, kudos on all the times you got me back for being such a bully of a big sister sometimes. Oh, and sorry I pulled the plug in your bath when you were a baby, with high hopes that you would go down the drain with the water. And sorry for the countless wedgies...and hanging you on the door knob by your underwear a few times. Oh yeah, and for shoving that piece of corn up your nose that you couldn't get out. And for telling you that you were adopted. And for telling you that that lump was breast cancer.
Okay, okay, before you start re-thinking our sibling relationship, just remember all the times that I told you Frog and Toad and The Three Billy Goats Gruff before we went to sleep. Those are still some of my fondest times with you. Although you were a brat during the day, when it was time to be calm and go to sleep, you really were a precious little boy. I remember tickling your back so long that my arm would hurt, but at least you fell asleep comfortably. You were kind enough to let me crash out in your room when I was too scared to sleep in my own. Oh, and thanks for covering for me on my more ornery teenage outings...
I could go on and on about our childhood, but just know one thing for certain: I treasure you, and you will always be my baby brother. I love you, and I hope you had a great birthday!
Daddy's Little Girl
Dad,
Happy birthday! I've been thinking about you all day, and all that you mean to me. Rather than getting sappy, I thought I'd let you in on some of my favorite or funniest memories with you up to this day.
My very earliest memory of my life is of going into the First State Bank with you and Mom when she was pregnant with Michael. I remember you holding my left hand and Mom holding my right hand. I was so excited, because you gave me one of those little boxes of mint gum that they used to give out. If I remember correctly, Mom got onto you, because I'd swallow it. I'm sure I did swallow it, or got it in my hair or on the car seat, but one thing is for sure...I always knew when I was little, I'd eventually get what I wanted with Daddy! *wink*
I think I have to give you a big thank you for my extraordinarily vast knowledge of classic rock music...well, you and Rick Dees. Case in point: I was driving to work today and didn't even realize my radio was on until the timeless lyrics, "Carry on my wayward so-o-o-on" started playing out of the blue. I excitedly shouted, "KANSAS!" and then looked around me to see if any passers-by noticed that I was talking to myself. Needless to say, I rocked out until the end of the song before I shut off my engine. Oh, and I still hold to my plea of innocence: I do NOT have your Outfield or Steve Miller Band CDs, and if you happen to notice your Aldo Nova, Boston, or Def Leppard music missing, it wasn't me...I swear.
Another favorite: Eating marraschino cherries on the swing set and howling at the moon. Despite what Mom says, marraschino cherries can in no way EVER make me sick, no matter how many I eat or even if I swig a little of the juice (love you Mom!) Also, I still think I may just be a little part werewolf.
A few other favs: Digging in your shirt pockets for bubblegum when you got home from work, jet skiing at Lake Fryer with lots and lots of Twizzlers, the smell of freshly cut wood when you were building something in the garage, you hugging me in the middle of the Metallica concert because I seriously had no idea what that nasty smell was around us...only to find out it was marijuana, our Friday night family camp-outs on the living room floor on pallets eating popcorn and pickles and watching Johnny Carson, learning to two-step to "Fishing in the Dark" in the living room, Alram and all those who worked there, and most of all, the memories in the making: watching you and Mom with my three babies, and seeing how much they love you--undeniably and unconditionally and nonstop. I love you, and I hope your day was fantastic!
Happy birthday! I've been thinking about you all day, and all that you mean to me. Rather than getting sappy, I thought I'd let you in on some of my favorite or funniest memories with you up to this day.
My very earliest memory of my life is of going into the First State Bank with you and Mom when she was pregnant with Michael. I remember you holding my left hand and Mom holding my right hand. I was so excited, because you gave me one of those little boxes of mint gum that they used to give out. If I remember correctly, Mom got onto you, because I'd swallow it. I'm sure I did swallow it, or got it in my hair or on the car seat, but one thing is for sure...I always knew when I was little, I'd eventually get what I wanted with Daddy! *wink*
I think I have to give you a big thank you for my extraordinarily vast knowledge of classic rock music...well, you and Rick Dees. Case in point: I was driving to work today and didn't even realize my radio was on until the timeless lyrics, "Carry on my wayward so-o-o-on" started playing out of the blue. I excitedly shouted, "KANSAS!" and then looked around me to see if any passers-by noticed that I was talking to myself. Needless to say, I rocked out until the end of the song before I shut off my engine. Oh, and I still hold to my plea of innocence: I do NOT have your Outfield or Steve Miller Band CDs, and if you happen to notice your Aldo Nova, Boston, or Def Leppard music missing, it wasn't me...I swear.
Another favorite: Eating marraschino cherries on the swing set and howling at the moon. Despite what Mom says, marraschino cherries can in no way EVER make me sick, no matter how many I eat or even if I swig a little of the juice (love you Mom!) Also, I still think I may just be a little part werewolf.
A few other favs: Digging in your shirt pockets for bubblegum when you got home from work, jet skiing at Lake Fryer with lots and lots of Twizzlers, the smell of freshly cut wood when you were building something in the garage, you hugging me in the middle of the Metallica concert because I seriously had no idea what that nasty smell was around us...only to find out it was marijuana, our Friday night family camp-outs on the living room floor on pallets eating popcorn and pickles and watching Johnny Carson, learning to two-step to "Fishing in the Dark" in the living room, Alram and all those who worked there, and most of all, the memories in the making: watching you and Mom with my three babies, and seeing how much they love you--undeniably and unconditionally and nonstop. I love you, and I hope your day was fantastic!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Holocaust
I was looking ahead in my calendar the other day and saw, in small grey letters, "Holocaust Remembrance Day" printed on April 21st. I was instantly ashamed of myself. I guess I never really knew when this day was. However, as far as I'm concerned, every day should be a remembrance of the Holocaust among other major historical events. Upon seeing this printed on my desk calendar, I instantly thought of an amazing gentleman I had the pleasure of meeting not too long ago.
I should begin by letting all two and a half of you that read this that last semester, one of my Secondary English Education courses focused on how to teach Holocaust literature to students in middle school and high school. I would be lying if I said that this course did not change my perspective on history, teaching, reading, and life altogether. In the middle of the semester, we were required to attend a workshop from 8-4 on a Saturday, to be bombarded with Holocaust information and resources for teachers. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or uninterested, but at the time, it wasn't exactly how I was looking forward to spending a Saturday. After our lunch, a small, almost frail-looking older gentleman was waiting in the conference room. He was introduced to us as Holocaust survivor, Bob Behr. As soon as Mr. Behr spoke, I realized that looks were definitely deceiving. He was not frail at all. He was quite energetic for an 86-year-old man and was very funny. The way he told his story was not how I'd expected. He did not have the room sobbing, as I would have imagined. He told everything that happened to him from more of a historical perspective, rather than how he was feeling at each and every moment. I was fascinated by his memory, in that he remembered countless dates, times, and even days of the week that certain events happened. A brief synopsis of his life (without emphasis of his time in the concentration camp) is given at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum website: http://www.ushmm.org/remembrance/survivoraffairs/meet/detail.php?content=behr
I do want to note that I have always been interested in the historical aspects of the Holocaust, but this particular class really made me want to look more deeply into all the events of World War II, as well as read more Holocaust literature. I also want to note that anyone who has the opportunity to travel to Washington, D.C., should definitely visit the Holocaust Memorial Museum. It is something that everyone should see in their lifetime. I truly treasure the fact that I had the opportunity to visit the Museum and to hear an actual survivor speak. Both experiences are ones that I will never forget.
My favorite pieces of Holocaust literature:
The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry (very good for young readers)
Night by Elie Wiesel (won the Nobel Prize)
The Diary of Anne Frank
The Diary of Anne Frank (the play) by Francis Goodrich and Albert Hackett
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne
Holocaust-themed movies that I love Love LOVE:
Life is Beautiful (A++++++++)
Schindler's List
The Freedom Writers
The Diary of Anne Frank (1959)
...and I cannot wait to see The Reader
I should begin by letting all two and a half of you that read this that last semester, one of my Secondary English Education courses focused on how to teach Holocaust literature to students in middle school and high school. I would be lying if I said that this course did not change my perspective on history, teaching, reading, and life altogether. In the middle of the semester, we were required to attend a workshop from 8-4 on a Saturday, to be bombarded with Holocaust information and resources for teachers. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or uninterested, but at the time, it wasn't exactly how I was looking forward to spending a Saturday. After our lunch, a small, almost frail-looking older gentleman was waiting in the conference room. He was introduced to us as Holocaust survivor, Bob Behr. As soon as Mr. Behr spoke, I realized that looks were definitely deceiving. He was not frail at all. He was quite energetic for an 86-year-old man and was very funny. The way he told his story was not how I'd expected. He did not have the room sobbing, as I would have imagined. He told everything that happened to him from more of a historical perspective, rather than how he was feeling at each and every moment. I was fascinated by his memory, in that he remembered countless dates, times, and even days of the week that certain events happened. A brief synopsis of his life (without emphasis of his time in the concentration camp) is given at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum website: http://www.ushmm.org/remembrance/survivoraffairs/meet/detail.php?content=behr
I do want to note that I have always been interested in the historical aspects of the Holocaust, but this particular class really made me want to look more deeply into all the events of World War II, as well as read more Holocaust literature. I also want to note that anyone who has the opportunity to travel to Washington, D.C., should definitely visit the Holocaust Memorial Museum. It is something that everyone should see in their lifetime. I truly treasure the fact that I had the opportunity to visit the Museum and to hear an actual survivor speak. Both experiences are ones that I will never forget.
My favorite pieces of Holocaust literature:
The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Number the Stars by Lois Lowry (very good for young readers)
Night by Elie Wiesel (won the Nobel Prize)
The Diary of Anne Frank
The Diary of Anne Frank (the play) by Francis Goodrich and Albert Hackett
The Boy in the Striped Pajamas by John Boyne
Holocaust-themed movies that I love Love LOVE:
Life is Beautiful (A++++++++)
Schindler's List
The Freedom Writers
The Diary of Anne Frank (1959)
...and I cannot wait to see The Reader
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The View From Cloud Nine
It is official. One item is now marked off my bucket list. Ladies and gentlemen, I have been in the same room, and no more than, say, 150 feet from Phil Jackson. Not only did I get to stare at the back of a living legend's head for 3 hours, but he saw and acknowledged me!!! That's right folks, little ole me. As thousands of Kobe Bryant-crazed fans stared in awe at an athlete, I patiently waited by the edge of the court for just a glimpse of the man whose basketball teams I've followed for almost two decades. The clock was counting down to tipoff, and as I was about to give up, I heard a nice man say, "There he comes!" Everyone around me knew who I was waiting to see, and the second I saw Mr. Jackson's head towering above his assistants, I thought for a second that I might faint. I calmly said, "Mr. Jackson!" and held out a pad of paper and pen for him to sign, but as time was about to run out, I knew he wouldn't be able to. He politely smiled, nodded at me, and hurried to the court. If tipoff had only been at 7:05...
As for the rest of the night, everything was so much fun! Thanks again Mom and Dad for being so persistent in finding me kick-ass Laker game tickets for Christmas. You guys are awesome. I only have two regrets: I brought the wrong camera. My pictures do not do justice to how close we actually were to the court; and I didn't have fresh batteries in the darn thing like I thought. Anyway, I will upload some pics later when I'm not so high on life!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Taking Chance
Last night, my husband and I watched an HBO original movie called "Taking Chance." I recommend that everyone who has access to HBO watch this 78 minute masterpiece. "Taking Chance" is the true story of Lt. Col. Michael Strobl's journey as he escorted the body of Chance Phelps, a nineteen-year-old killed in Iraq in 2004, to his final resting place in Wyoming. The story is breathtaking and will leave no one dry-eyed. The reaction of those whose path Lt. Col. Strobl crossed was nothing less than extraordinary, and it made me proud of the respect that Chance Phelps was given by the people in our great country.
Being the wife of a War on Terror Veteran, I thanked God again, as I do every night, that my soldier is home and able to kiss me every day and watch our children grow. I think people often forget what our soldiers are doing, and that so many have paid the ultimate price for the greater good. Those who have come back still live with the effects of their unselfish service in one way or another every day. So, don't wait until Veteran's Day or Memorial Day to show them that you care. Thank a soldier today. Tell them that you appreciate what they have done and that you are glad that they are home. Don't be afraid to approach a stranger in uniform, because I guarantee you five small words - Thank you for your service - means more to them than you know.
From the poem "They Did Their Share" by Joanna Fuchs
... we honor
Soldiers who protect our nation.
For their service as our warriors,
They deserve our admiration.
Some of them were drafted;
Some were volunteers;
For some it was just yesterday;
For some it’s been many years;
In the jungle or the desert,
On land or on the sea,
They did whatever was assigned
To produce a victory.
Some came back; some didn’t.
They defended us everywhere.
Some saw combat; some rode a desk;
All of them did their share.
No matter what the duty,
For low pay and little glory,
These soldiers gave up normal lives,
For duties mundane and gory.
Let every veteran be honored;
Don’t let politics get in the way.
Without them, freedom would have died;
What they did, we can’t repay.
We owe so much to them,
Who kept us safe from terror,
So when we see a uniform,
Let’s say "thank you" to every wearer.
So I am here to again thank all I know and love, as well as those I don't know, who have served and are still serving our country:
Thank you Wes, and Papa, Ed, Uncle Mike, Chase, Jared, Jordanna, PK, Irwin, Rex, Marshall, Mark, Kelly, Stephen, Clay, Logan, Corbi, Warde, Travis, Jeremy, Jimmy, Sean, Tod, Monte, Mason, Patty, Manzella, Barry, Dean, Sloan, Bowers, Yasmine, Ty, Dave and Misti, Lowery, Dean, Cody, Catherine, Shane, Tish, Tim, Seba, Jack, Roger, Mitchell, all you guys in the 366th and 812th MP Companies that I didn't list individually, but are still just as important!, and David Payne--may you rest in peace.
Being the wife of a War on Terror Veteran, I thanked God again, as I do every night, that my soldier is home and able to kiss me every day and watch our children grow. I think people often forget what our soldiers are doing, and that so many have paid the ultimate price for the greater good. Those who have come back still live with the effects of their unselfish service in one way or another every day. So, don't wait until Veteran's Day or Memorial Day to show them that you care. Thank a soldier today. Tell them that you appreciate what they have done and that you are glad that they are home. Don't be afraid to approach a stranger in uniform, because I guarantee you five small words - Thank you for your service - means more to them than you know.
From the poem "They Did Their Share" by Joanna Fuchs
... we honor
Soldiers who protect our nation.
For their service as our warriors,
They deserve our admiration.
Some of them were drafted;
Some were volunteers;
For some it was just yesterday;
For some it’s been many years;
In the jungle or the desert,
On land or on the sea,
They did whatever was assigned
To produce a victory.
Some came back; some didn’t.
They defended us everywhere.
Some saw combat; some rode a desk;
All of them did their share.
No matter what the duty,
For low pay and little glory,
These soldiers gave up normal lives,
For duties mundane and gory.
Let every veteran be honored;
Don’t let politics get in the way.
Without them, freedom would have died;
What they did, we can’t repay.
We owe so much to them,
Who kept us safe from terror,
So when we see a uniform,
Let’s say "thank you" to every wearer.
So I am here to again thank all I know and love, as well as those I don't know, who have served and are still serving our country:
Thank you Wes, and Papa, Ed, Uncle Mike, Chase, Jared, Jordanna, PK, Irwin, Rex, Marshall, Mark, Kelly, Stephen, Clay, Logan, Corbi, Warde, Travis, Jeremy, Jimmy, Sean, Tod, Monte, Mason, Patty, Manzella, Barry, Dean, Sloan, Bowers, Yasmine, Ty, Dave and Misti, Lowery, Dean, Cody, Catherine, Shane, Tish, Tim, Seba, Jack, Roger, Mitchell, all you guys in the 366th and 812th MP Companies that I didn't list individually, but are still just as important!, and David Payne--may you rest in peace.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wii Will Wii Will ROCK YOU!
After my parents purchased a Nintendo Wii, it didn't take long for Wes and I...and Cade... to decide that we wanted one. My thinking was that it would be an excellent way for us to work out and not even feel like we were. Of course, I prefer this type of video game over Cade's usual computer game addiction (thank you, again, Dad...), because he is definitely active when playing Wii Sport. What I didn't plan on was my 6-year-old's already competitive nature increasing exponentially.
Cade wanted me to play a game of Wii tennis with him. I thought, "Okay, this should be fun!" It was then that my little trash-talker started talking. "Hit it hard, Mom. You're gonna lose!" I kind of giggled and served the ball. Cade answered in a flash with a hard hit that left me stunned, and my guy at 0. "Ha Ha, Mom! I told you you're gonna lose!" My original game plan of letting him beat me to boost his self-esteem was quickly forgotten. He needed his head deflated! We continued our game, needless to say both of us playing our best, and finished the game with a score of 3-0---Cade the victorious one. The icing on my cake of defeat was when my son starting singing "I am the champion...of the WORLD!" to the tune of Queen's "We Are the Champions." I guess I should start working on my serve.
Cade wanted me to play a game of Wii tennis with him. I thought, "Okay, this should be fun!" It was then that my little trash-talker started talking. "Hit it hard, Mom. You're gonna lose!" I kind of giggled and served the ball. Cade answered in a flash with a hard hit that left me stunned, and my guy at 0. "Ha Ha, Mom! I told you you're gonna lose!" My original game plan of letting him beat me to boost his self-esteem was quickly forgotten. He needed his head deflated! We continued our game, needless to say both of us playing our best, and finished the game with a score of 3-0---Cade the victorious one. The icing on my cake of defeat was when my son starting singing "I am the champion...of the WORLD!" to the tune of Queen's "We Are the Champions." I guess I should start working on my serve.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Meet my hubby!
My amazing husband, Wes, is a man of many qualities. He is, among many other things, ..
a great daddy 
lots of fun
a friend
an animal lover
forever a soldier and my hero
an outdoorsman
incredibly handsome
and the love of my life.
Happy Birthday, Honey! I love you and hope we made your day fun!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
What in the "Hail"?
February 10th, and we had hail, damaging winds, and a tornado.
Fan-freakin'-tastic.
Fan-freakin'-tastic.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
No Sir to Negativity!
This quote was taken from one of the smartest people I know...someone who is near and dear to my heart: "I hope Obama does good. And I dont see the point of going against your president just because you didn't vote for him or he made a bad choice in the past. He's now your president so pray, and hope he does something great." No better words have been spoken by someone in a very red state. This person was not necessarily for or against President Obama, but he just shows a quality that so many people lack: objectivity.
We should all look at everything from a more objective point of view. Stop being so darned influenced by the negativity that seems to be suffocating our country. I have found myself trying to be MUCH more objective lately--you know, putting myself in someone else's shoes and trying not to pass judgment. Just recently, I began a new job doing administrative work for our local sheriff's office. I love it, but I'm really starting to see the effects of negativity in our society. Yesterday was visitation day at the jail-a jail which houses some pretty hardened criminals- and I felt a strange, overwhelming bout of sympathy for the mothers of people who have made mistakes, and continued to make mistakes, which ultimately landed them in a small cell for a very long time. A lot of people would say, "Well, their parents are the reason why they turned out to be that way." This isn't always the case, and I saw that yesterday. Visitors check in with us in the office before they are taken by a deputy to see their loved ones. As they signed their names, showed ID, and left their keys at the front desk, I saw a sadness and an embarassment in their eyes and behind grateful smiles. I wanted to say, "I'm not judging you." But professionalism kept me from small talk, so I smiled and told them to have a good day. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's not necessarily the "nature" factor that turns someone into a criminal. Environmental influences, i.e. negativity, play a major role in how a person becomes.
Positive thinking yields positive actions. So be happy. Smile at someone who is frowning. You never know, it might change their day. A simple "hello" shows someone that they are worth being noticed.
We should all look at everything from a more objective point of view. Stop being so darned influenced by the negativity that seems to be suffocating our country. I have found myself trying to be MUCH more objective lately--you know, putting myself in someone else's shoes and trying not to pass judgment. Just recently, I began a new job doing administrative work for our local sheriff's office. I love it, but I'm really starting to see the effects of negativity in our society. Yesterday was visitation day at the jail-a jail which houses some pretty hardened criminals- and I felt a strange, overwhelming bout of sympathy for the mothers of people who have made mistakes, and continued to make mistakes, which ultimately landed them in a small cell for a very long time. A lot of people would say, "Well, their parents are the reason why they turned out to be that way." This isn't always the case, and I saw that yesterday. Visitors check in with us in the office before they are taken by a deputy to see their loved ones. As they signed their names, showed ID, and left their keys at the front desk, I saw a sadness and an embarassment in their eyes and behind grateful smiles. I wanted to say, "I'm not judging you." But professionalism kept me from small talk, so I smiled and told them to have a good day. I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's not necessarily the "nature" factor that turns someone into a criminal. Environmental influences, i.e. negativity, play a major role in how a person becomes.
Positive thinking yields positive actions. So be happy. Smile at someone who is frowning. You never know, it might change their day. A simple "hello" shows someone that they are worth being noticed.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Material Girl
There are certain material things in life that I don't really think I can live without. Chief among those many things has to be *drum roll.........* My husband's plain ole white Hanes 100% cotton tagless tees: size XL of course. Yessirry, the good old ones. I won't wear his newer, stiff, unstained ones. There is definitely some charm that comes with a 6-year-old shirt that Wes won't even wear to work out in. I don't know if it's the stretched-out neckline, the shortened length from being washed so many times, the miniature holes in the seams of the armpits, the softness of the material, or the faint hint of his cologne that just never seems to completely wash out, that makes my slumber peaceful. Whatever it is, I will continue to pick those babies off the top of the trashcan when Wes tries to retire them, throw them in the wash, and wear them over and over again! One thing is for sure: Late at night, when we're ready to pass out after a long day of work and kids, all I have to say is, "Can I have a Honey shirt?" and my honey pulls open his second drawer, grabs an old tattered shirt, and tosses it my way--with love.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Blasphemy!
*Warning: Full-on rant is approaching...
Stephen King was recently quoted as saying that "Stephenie Meyer can't write worth a darn. She's not very good." That pained me to even type. Curse you, Stephen King, curse you!
First of all, Stephen King, you will no longer be on my list of books to read, and as far as I'm concerned, I've NEVER read any of your books. You are not nice.
I don't recall Stephenie Meyer ever having said that had she not written her novels she would have probably ended up being a serial killer. You are sick in the head.
Had you written the Twilight series, everyone would have ended up dead, and the world would have ended, you negative creep.
Movies made from your books are better than your books, ass.
Nightmares were created because of you, freak.
What kind of person, besides John Wayne Gacy, could make children afraid of clowns, jerk?
With that said, Stephenie Meyer is a fascinating writer. She has taken fictional beings that people have been afraid of for centuries and created a beautiful world, a world in which her readers long to live in, where humans can co-exist peacefully with things previously only heard of in horror stories. Her writing is so descriptive that there are no holes left in the picture one creates in her mind while reading such brilliance.
Stephen King, you can shove it.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Gracie Rose
I have a niece with a rare genetic disorder called Williams syndrome. People with WS are missing more than 20 genes on chromosome #7. Because of the Williams syndrome, Gracie Rose suffers from numerous problems, including: pulmonary stenosis, gastric reflux, digestive problems, developmental delays, hypercalcemia (elevated blood calcium levels), hyperacusis (sensitive hearing), and musculoskeletel problems. A Valentine's Day Fund Campaign has been established by the Williams Syndrome Association in order to fund research that will lead to better medical treatments and cognitive understanding of Williams syndrome. Please help our little angel on earth and all children and adults with WS by making a tax-deductible contribution to the Williams Syndrome Association. Every dollar helps! Donations can be made by phone at 1-800-806-1871 or at http://www.williams-syndrome.org/.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
PET PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE!!!!!!
Okay people, a quick lesson in the English language:
They're = they are
There = a place that you go
Their = shows ownership
Your = possessive form of you
You're = you are
Whose = possessive case of who or which
Who's = Who is
Incorrect = This is a picture of Billy Bob and I.
Correct = This is a picture of Billy Bob and me.
Incorrect = Me and Billy Bob went to the circus.
Correct = Billy Bob and I went to the circus.
Okay, I can breathe now. Thank you.
*Disclaimer* We all mess up on these once in a while when we're typing too fast or up very late, but if these are continually misused, you may be shot.
They're = they are
There = a place that you go
Their = shows ownership
Your = possessive form of you
You're = you are
Whose = possessive case of who or which
Who's = Who is
Incorrect = This is a picture of Billy Bob and I.
Correct = This is a picture of Billy Bob and me.
Incorrect = Me and Billy Bob went to the circus.
Correct = Billy Bob and I went to the circus.
Okay, I can breathe now. Thank you.
*Disclaimer* We all mess up on these once in a while when we're typing too fast or up very late, but if these are continually misused, you may be shot.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
For You, Mom
Today, on your birthday, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have you in my life. At the ripe old age of 29 (you're welcome) you've done so much for so many people. I could spend all day listing the people whose lives you've changed for the better and how, but I figure I'll just give you an insight on how you've affected mine.
First of all, you gave me life. I've always wondered how you became such an amazing mother at such a young age. The older I get, the more grateful I am that you were so young when you had me. This means, I get to keep you with me a lot longer! You always told me that I would never know how much you loved me until I had a child. You couldn't have been more right. So, thank you, Mom, for loving me so much. Thank you for always listening, for putting up with my teenaged years, for teaching me right from wrong, for showing me how to love unconditionally, for giving me a little brother, for teaching me good work ethic, for being protective, and at times overprotective, for staying up with me all night when I was sick, for giving me curfews and rules, for never missing a basketball game, for letting me make mistakes and helping me learn from them, for picking me up when I couldn't pick myself up, for being with me when my kids were born, for letting me see you bond with them and continue to love them more than I could have ever dreamed that you would, for laughing with me and crying with me, and for being my best friend. God could not have given me a better mother, and I thank Him every day for having you in my life. I love YOU more than you will ever know and I appreciate you.
Love,
Nicole
First of all, you gave me life. I've always wondered how you became such an amazing mother at such a young age. The older I get, the more grateful I am that you were so young when you had me. This means, I get to keep you with me a lot longer! You always told me that I would never know how much you loved me until I had a child. You couldn't have been more right. So, thank you, Mom, for loving me so much. Thank you for always listening, for putting up with my teenaged years, for teaching me right from wrong, for showing me how to love unconditionally, for giving me a little brother, for teaching me good work ethic, for being protective, and at times overprotective, for staying up with me all night when I was sick, for giving me curfews and rules, for never missing a basketball game, for letting me make mistakes and helping me learn from them, for picking me up when I couldn't pick myself up, for being with me when my kids were born, for letting me see you bond with them and continue to love them more than I could have ever dreamed that you would, for laughing with me and crying with me, and for being my best friend. God could not have given me a better mother, and I thank Him every day for having you in my life. I love YOU more than you will ever know and I appreciate you.
Love,
Nicole
Monday, January 19, 2009
To My Baby Brother
Phillip Michael,
I talked to you only a few minutes ago when you told me your first child is going to be a daughter. I have tears of joy when I think of what this means for you. Not only have you and your beautiful wife created a life, but you are actually going to be a father! I have no idea what being a father feels like, but I sure know what being a daughter is. First off, I want to say that there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to be a fantastic daddy. I know this as a fact, because you learned from the best. Our dad led and continues to lead us by example. I know that your baby girl will be like me, in that there is going to be an enormous space in her heart that is reserved for only you, her daddy, and no one will ever be able to come near it, no matter how old she gets. You will hold her in your arms for the first time and feel something that is completely unimaginable to you right now. From that moment on, I know that you will do everything in your power to give her the best life possible; because that is what our father, both of our parents, did for us. And as I said, we learned from the best. I've watched you with my children, and I know that my little niece is going to be very lucky to have you in her life as her father, her protector, her dance teacher, her jungle gym, her storyteller, and her friend. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I'm so proud of you!
Love,
Cole
I talked to you only a few minutes ago when you told me your first child is going to be a daughter. I have tears of joy when I think of what this means for you. Not only have you and your beautiful wife created a life, but you are actually going to be a father! I have no idea what being a father feels like, but I sure know what being a daughter is. First off, I want to say that there is no doubt in my mind that you are going to be a fantastic daddy. I know this as a fact, because you learned from the best. Our dad led and continues to lead us by example. I know that your baby girl will be like me, in that there is going to be an enormous space in her heart that is reserved for only you, her daddy, and no one will ever be able to come near it, no matter how old she gets. You will hold her in your arms for the first time and feel something that is completely unimaginable to you right now. From that moment on, I know that you will do everything in your power to give her the best life possible; because that is what our father, both of our parents, did for us. And as I said, we learned from the best. I've watched you with my children, and I know that my little niece is going to be very lucky to have you in her life as her father, her protector, her dance teacher, her jungle gym, her storyteller, and her friend. I love you more than you'll ever know, and I'm so proud of you!
Love,
Cole
Friday, January 16, 2009
Times Are-a-Changin'
Case in point:
1) It's understood now that when someone says, "How far along are you?" that they are not asking how pregnant you are. They want to know how far you are into the Twilight series. I was asked twice on Wednesday alone by total stangers.
2) Dads of my generation rock. My husband, as well as his buddies, my brother, and my brothers-in-law are diaper-changing, meal-cooking, book-reading, toy-playing, kid-bathing machines. Not to take anything away from us hot mamas (or MY daddy, because, Dad, you were WAY ahead of your time!), but guys, you've definitely steered away from the "we are the providers and that's it" role of the generations before us. Kudos guys!!
3) I've already witnessed the fall of the eight-track tapes, record players (*tear* if I could only hear the We Are the World record just one last time with the static of the record player...), cassette tapes, VCR tapes, and now the DVD? I believe I'm going to boycott the blue-ray for the time being. I'm not too excited about replacing another form of entertainment as well as our extensive DVD collection.
4) Sure, I know what I'm going to be "when I grow up," and I'm definitely working toward it. However, I'm realizing that my old secret dreams of being the next Joan Jett, backpacking through Europe, and spending an entire summer in Italy probably are not going to happen.
1) It's understood now that when someone says, "How far along are you?" that they are not asking how pregnant you are. They want to know how far you are into the Twilight series. I was asked twice on Wednesday alone by total stangers.
2) Dads of my generation rock. My husband, as well as his buddies, my brother, and my brothers-in-law are diaper-changing, meal-cooking, book-reading, toy-playing, kid-bathing machines. Not to take anything away from us hot mamas (or MY daddy, because, Dad, you were WAY ahead of your time!), but guys, you've definitely steered away from the "we are the providers and that's it" role of the generations before us. Kudos guys!!
3) I've already witnessed the fall of the eight-track tapes, record players (*tear* if I could only hear the We Are the World record just one last time with the static of the record player...), cassette tapes, VCR tapes, and now the DVD? I believe I'm going to boycott the blue-ray for the time being. I'm not too excited about replacing another form of entertainment as well as our extensive DVD collection.
4) Sure, I know what I'm going to be "when I grow up," and I'm definitely working toward it. However, I'm realizing that my old secret dreams of being the next Joan Jett, backpacking through Europe, and spending an entire summer in Italy probably are not going to happen.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Paranoid Much?
I'm beginning to see the effects of what having a husband in law enforcement is having on me. Sure, he angers criminals--and not always just your run-of-the-mill idiot law-breakers--almost daily; so of course, there are certain precautions, I, as his wife, consciously take. At times, we'll just say that more precautions should be taken than others. Today, however, wasn't expected to be one of those times. It was nap time for the twins, and since they are both sick, I hadn't had a chance to get ready for the day. So, at 2:00, I was enjoying my much-anticipated shower when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I assumed it was just a Jehovah's witness or something. Not seeing any need to answer my doorbell with shampoo in my eyes, I ignored it. I began to rinse when it rang again. Initially, I was pissed, because my sick babies definitely needed their rest, and this would surely wake them up. Again, I ignored the bell, and hurried to finish so I could tend to the kids. That is when the persistent visitor began to pound on the door. That was very unusual for anyone wishing to simply hand me a pamphlet, so I peeked out the window. I didn't recognize the vehicle, and couldn't see who was standing at the door. I noticed that miraculously the twins hadn't woken up, so I tiptoed to get dressed, only to hear the vehicle pull out of my drive. So, was this someone who wished to see my husband? I quickly called him to make sure he wasn't expecting anyone, maybe an old friend from out of town, and of course, his answer was no. I watched out the window for a couple of minutes and had seen the same vehicle drive by twice, but I couldn't see a face or get a license plate number. So, I, Mama Tiger prepared to protect her young, retrieved my Glock 45 and was ready to deter our visitor if he decided to grace us again with his presence. I realized then that it was time for Cade to be home from school. It was pre-arranged that my mother-in-law bring him home so I wouldn't have to get two nauseated kiddos out in the car. I called her in case she saw the mysterious vehicle coming back by my house. When I described it, she said, "OH!" and laughed. "That's the repair man that's supposed to fix my washing machine! He's got the wrong house." Whew...glad I didn't meet him at the door with my hand-held precaution.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Great Things Come in Threes...
Case in point:
1. Cade Alan, the entertainer.
The boy who made me ME. My first born. The first of the true loves of my life. Words cannot describe the way my handsome little guy brightens each and every day, but here are a few of the many:
a) He is hilarious.
example: Not long ago, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. Without a thought, he said, "I'll have some eggs, coffee, and the morning paper." He's six.
b) He is brilliant.
example: Daddy taught him his colors at 18 months in about 10 minutes.
c) He is creative.
example: Two teachers were walking into the cafeteria as he was walking out, and he held the door for them and said, "After you, my lovely ladies." If I'm not mistaken, it was in a British accent.
d) He is sensitive.
example: I can't listen to My Immortal by Evanescence without tears being shed.
e) He is thoughful.
example: He saw an infomercial for the Aqua Globe, and said, "Mommy, can we please buy that for Nana so she doesn't have to always water her flowers?"
f) He loves music...and good music at that.
example: He rocks out on Guitar Hero (and air guitar) with the best! Also, on his "Cade's Hits CD", his songs of choice (all songs he came up with off the top of his head in a matter of 30 minutes) were: Photograph (Nickelback), Indian Outlaw (Tim McGraw), Big Yellow Taxi (Counting Crows), We Will Rock You (Queen), Barracuda (Fergie's version), So What (Pink), Supermassive Black Hole (Muse), The Devil Went Down to Georgia (The Charlie Daniels Band), Move Along (All-American Rejects).
A quote from a book that should have been written for Cade, You Are My I Love You, by Maryann K. Cusimano:
I am your finish line;
you are my race.
I am your praying hands;
you are my saving grace.
2. Claire Elise, the old soul.
My middle child, only by a minute, is my only daughter. Claire Bear is beautiful, petite, and quite the little princess. She is the epitome of a little girl. She likes all things pink, frilly, and feminine. Although Claire doesn't shy away from the normal behaviors of a two-year-old, like the occasional tantrum and disobeying, I'm starting to really be able to see her true personality. It's like she is older than she is...like she understands me. I don't mean she understands what I say; I mean she understands ME. There will be certain nights when I think I'm the only one awake, and I'll hear her in her room. I'll check on her and see that she's wide awake. I've brought her into the living room with me, and we'd just rock and spend our mother/daughter time together. I'd quietly talk to her about anything. She looks me in the eyes, like she is truly listening, and she'll stroke my face with the back of her hand, as if she's saying, "I understand, Mommy." I've realized that not only have I given birth to a daughter, but to a friend. Although I'm in no hurry for my children to get older, I am excited to watch her grow into a beautiful young woman. Now, I play with her and her baby dolls. I will be there to guide her hand when she is ready to wear make-up. I will take her to shop for her prom dresses. I will take her to college and she will wipe my tears, as I have and will continue to do for her. I will be there to help her get ready for her wedding and to hold her babies, and God-willing, her children's children. To see that I gave life to another that will eventually give life is something that makes me proud to be a woman. Martina McBride says it best:
In my daughter's eyes, I am a hero. I am strong and wise and know no fear. But the truth is plain to see she was sent to rescue me. I see who I want to be in my daughter's eyes.
3. Mason Edward, the wild child.
My baby boy, Mason, is the youngest by one small minute. Buggies, as we call him, is everything that is boy. He is loud, hyperactive, headstrong, and never stops running. He even has a deep voice--one that we think will not be much unlike Vin Diesel. Mason, like his brother, finds fun in every situation. He is an animal and nature lover. Given the opportunity, he is outside with Daddy and big brother, or "Neener" as he calls him, to play with the dogs or to jump in a pile of leaves and play in the dirt. He could watch birds for hours and gets so excited at the chance to touch a bug (saying "EWWWWW" as he's doing it!) Buggies has a very sensitive side. He is my cuddle bug. He adores his big brother and wants to be where he is at all times. He runs to his sister's aid when she cries (as long as he's not the one making her cry), and he gives out endless hugs and kisses. He shares a language with his twin that only they can understand, and sometimes, I think they're making fun of me. Mason seems to be growing into what appears to be a miniature version of his Uncle Michael's build on Daddy's frame. If this continues to happen along with a Vin Diesel-like voice, we might be looking at a pretty intimidating guy! Mason is my little man with a tender heart. For my youngest, an excerpt from Love You Forever, by Robert N. Munsch:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
1. Cade Alan, the entertainer.
The boy who made me ME. My first born. The first of the true loves of my life. Words cannot describe the way my handsome little guy brightens each and every day, but here are a few of the many:
a) He is hilarious.
example: Not long ago, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. Without a thought, he said, "I'll have some eggs, coffee, and the morning paper." He's six.
b) He is brilliant.
example: Daddy taught him his colors at 18 months in about 10 minutes.
c) He is creative.
example: Two teachers were walking into the cafeteria as he was walking out, and he held the door for them and said, "After you, my lovely ladies." If I'm not mistaken, it was in a British accent.
d) He is sensitive.
example: I can't listen to My Immortal by Evanescence without tears being shed.
e) He is thoughful.
example: He saw an infomercial for the Aqua Globe, and said, "Mommy, can we please buy that for Nana so she doesn't have to always water her flowers?"
f) He loves music...and good music at that.
example: He rocks out on Guitar Hero (and air guitar) with the best! Also, on his "Cade's Hits CD", his songs of choice (all songs he came up with off the top of his head in a matter of 30 minutes) were: Photograph (Nickelback), Indian Outlaw (Tim McGraw), Big Yellow Taxi (Counting Crows), We Will Rock You (Queen), Barracuda (Fergie's version), So What (Pink), Supermassive Black Hole (Muse), The Devil Went Down to Georgia (The Charlie Daniels Band), Move Along (All-American Rejects).
A quote from a book that should have been written for Cade, You Are My I Love You, by Maryann K. Cusimano:
I am your finish line;
you are my race.
I am your praying hands;
you are my saving grace.
2. Claire Elise, the old soul.
My middle child, only by a minute, is my only daughter. Claire Bear is beautiful, petite, and quite the little princess. She is the epitome of a little girl. She likes all things pink, frilly, and feminine. Although Claire doesn't shy away from the normal behaviors of a two-year-old, like the occasional tantrum and disobeying, I'm starting to really be able to see her true personality. It's like she is older than she is...like she understands me. I don't mean she understands what I say; I mean she understands ME. There will be certain nights when I think I'm the only one awake, and I'll hear her in her room. I'll check on her and see that she's wide awake. I've brought her into the living room with me, and we'd just rock and spend our mother/daughter time together. I'd quietly talk to her about anything. She looks me in the eyes, like she is truly listening, and she'll stroke my face with the back of her hand, as if she's saying, "I understand, Mommy." I've realized that not only have I given birth to a daughter, but to a friend. Although I'm in no hurry for my children to get older, I am excited to watch her grow into a beautiful young woman. Now, I play with her and her baby dolls. I will be there to guide her hand when she is ready to wear make-up. I will take her to shop for her prom dresses. I will take her to college and she will wipe my tears, as I have and will continue to do for her. I will be there to help her get ready for her wedding and to hold her babies, and God-willing, her children's children. To see that I gave life to another that will eventually give life is something that makes me proud to be a woman. Martina McBride says it best:
In my daughter's eyes, I am a hero. I am strong and wise and know no fear. But the truth is plain to see she was sent to rescue me. I see who I want to be in my daughter's eyes.
3. Mason Edward, the wild child.
My baby boy, Mason, is the youngest by one small minute. Buggies, as we call him, is everything that is boy. He is loud, hyperactive, headstrong, and never stops running. He even has a deep voice--one that we think will not be much unlike Vin Diesel. Mason, like his brother, finds fun in every situation. He is an animal and nature lover. Given the opportunity, he is outside with Daddy and big brother, or "Neener" as he calls him, to play with the dogs or to jump in a pile of leaves and play in the dirt. He could watch birds for hours and gets so excited at the chance to touch a bug (saying "EWWWWW" as he's doing it!) Buggies has a very sensitive side. He is my cuddle bug. He adores his big brother and wants to be where he is at all times. He runs to his sister's aid when she cries (as long as he's not the one making her cry), and he gives out endless hugs and kisses. He shares a language with his twin that only they can understand, and sometimes, I think they're making fun of me. Mason seems to be growing into what appears to be a miniature version of his Uncle Michael's build on Daddy's frame. If this continues to happen along with a Vin Diesel-like voice, we might be looking at a pretty intimidating guy! Mason is my little man with a tender heart. For my youngest, an excerpt from Love You Forever, by Robert N. Munsch:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Never Outdated
I often wonder why people don't send letters anymore. Of course, it's so much easier to just whip out an e-mail, and with the click of a button, your friend has her "how's it going?" message. The simplicity of e-mailing, text messaging, and all other technological advances in correspondence is surely taking its toll on the oldest form of communication.
I'm reminded of a story that begins with a simple letter in the mail. There was a young lady alone with her infant son, simply trying to give him the happiest life in her power. She was content with the love of her child, and in her mind, needed nothing else. One normal Spring afternoon, she received a letter addressed to her in a red, white, and blue envelope--in the place of a postage stamp was written "military mail." As she read the letter from the soldier, she learned he was the friend of her cousin in the same Military Police unit stationed in Iraq. The soldier was in need of someone to write to, as he was going through some difficult times. The girl saw that she could help the young man and responded to his letter. The two quickly saw that they had very much in common. As they continued to write one another more frequently, they began to send eachother photos and small trinkets. Each was quickly fond of the other, but neither spoke of their feelings, because "this stuff just doesn't happen."
After six months of corresponding only on paper, the soldier was able to make a phone call. The two hinted at feelings for one another, and the rest is history.
Before I saw him on our wedding day, my soldier gave me one of the most precious gifts I've ever received: a letter that was waiting for me in the bridal room of our church:
To My Beautiful Wife To Be:
I loved you before I met you! You got me through the most difficult part of my life. Your letters were what I looked forward to every day that I was gone. Seeing you at the airport for the first time and watching your beautiful smile as you walked up to me made my heart calm. I knew at that moment that I was hugging the woman that would someday be my wife. I am so lucky to be with you and to be Cade's dad. Today, we finalize our family in front of everyone we love. I can't wait to be your husband and partner for eternity, to raise Cade, and have babies with the most beautiful woman on earth. I am honored to be your husband and can't wait to call you Erin Nicole Clymer for the very first time!
I love you more than life!
Wesley Edward Clymer
I will never stop writing letters...
I'm reminded of a story that begins with a simple letter in the mail. There was a young lady alone with her infant son, simply trying to give him the happiest life in her power. She was content with the love of her child, and in her mind, needed nothing else. One normal Spring afternoon, she received a letter addressed to her in a red, white, and blue envelope--in the place of a postage stamp was written "military mail." As she read the letter from the soldier, she learned he was the friend of her cousin in the same Military Police unit stationed in Iraq. The soldier was in need of someone to write to, as he was going through some difficult times. The girl saw that she could help the young man and responded to his letter. The two quickly saw that they had very much in common. As they continued to write one another more frequently, they began to send eachother photos and small trinkets. Each was quickly fond of the other, but neither spoke of their feelings, because "this stuff just doesn't happen."
After six months of corresponding only on paper, the soldier was able to make a phone call. The two hinted at feelings for one another, and the rest is history.
Before I saw him on our wedding day, my soldier gave me one of the most precious gifts I've ever received: a letter that was waiting for me in the bridal room of our church:
To My Beautiful Wife To Be:
I loved you before I met you! You got me through the most difficult part of my life. Your letters were what I looked forward to every day that I was gone. Seeing you at the airport for the first time and watching your beautiful smile as you walked up to me made my heart calm. I knew at that moment that I was hugging the woman that would someday be my wife. I am so lucky to be with you and to be Cade's dad. Today, we finalize our family in front of everyone we love. I can't wait to be your husband and partner for eternity, to raise Cade, and have babies with the most beautiful woman on earth. I am honored to be your husband and can't wait to call you Erin Nicole Clymer for the very first time!
I love you more than life!
Wesley Edward Clymer
I will never stop writing letters...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Novelistic Brilliance
Stephenie Meyer, YOU ROCK!
As I am not generally apt to read many, if any, books from the fantasy genre, I was pushed to read the book Twilight in order to understand what my students will be going berserk over. In doing so, I found that
a) I have never been so deeply involved in a story that I was feeling what the protagonist was feeling.
b) I couldn't just stop with the first book...I read all four in six days, and they now sit beautifully in my bookcase.
c) Being up with newborn babies was not to be the last time I was wide awake at 3 a.m.
d) Meyer was able to create an entire world that felt so real that
e) I so desperately want to be a vampire.
In all seriousness, Stephenie Meyer is now my absolute favorite author--move over William Faulkner and Truman Capote. You have been replaced.
As I am not generally apt to read many, if any, books from the fantasy genre, I was pushed to read the book Twilight in order to understand what my students will be going berserk over. In doing so, I found that
a) I have never been so deeply involved in a story that I was feeling what the protagonist was feeling.
b) I couldn't just stop with the first book...I read all four in six days, and they now sit beautifully in my bookcase.
c) Being up with newborn babies was not to be the last time I was wide awake at 3 a.m.
d) Meyer was able to create an entire world that felt so real that
e) I so desperately want to be a vampire.
In all seriousness, Stephenie Meyer is now my absolute favorite author--move over William Faulkner and Truman Capote. You have been replaced.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Life
I was reading (imagine that!) something that mentioned the fundamental characteristics of life, i.e. living beings. Those exact characteristics as they pertain to my life:
Cells
Energy
Reproduction
Heredity
Responsive to Environment
I'd say life is pretty good.
My Dearest Spearman
My Dearest Spearman,
How I miss your flat farmlands and your windy fall afternoons. I miss your sea of purple on Fridays and your dedicated residents. I miss the friendly atmosphere with which you shielded me from the cruelties of the "real world." I miss passing through your city streets, and never having a single person NOT wave. I will always have fond memories of riding my bike and not worrying about my parents knowing where I was, because chances were, someone would call and check in for me. I miss your wide streets with sidewalks and curbs and your alleys with dumpsters. Most of all, I miss the ending of your name: TEXAS.
Bucket List Resolution
As I'm on the downhill slope to *cringe* thirty, I've decided to make a New Year's Resolution and actually stick to it. Since the last resolution I made was probably fourteen years ago, when I was hell-bent on improving my jumpshot, this might be a stretch. I've had a list of things to do before I die, since I was about twenty, and since we don't get younger, why not start trying to mark some of those things off? I've been feeling all sorts of creative energy just building inside me with no way to escape. At times, I've felt like I was going to burst. Therefore, I've decided to take a chance at writing, as it is one of the items on my good ol' bucket list. I know I won't be writing the "great American novel" anytime soon, so why not at least put myself out there in an online blog? I know, I know...I'm not the blogging type. In fact, I'm fantastic at bottling my feelings and exploding over the smallest thing. Ask my husband, I'm sure he'll vouch for me there.
So, in addition to my online journal, I will be writing privately. Maybe someday I'll be pleased enough with a story to share it. It is something I've always secretly wanted to do, and, though I do not foresee kicking the bucket anytime soon, I can mark it off my list!
Some other items on my list:
Paint a mural
Publish a book
Be in the same room with Phil Jackson (going to a Lakers game in February, check!)
Tour Italy
Shake hands with someone famous
See a Broadway show
Visit as often as you'd like! I'm sure there will be some days that I write 5 times on this thing, and others that I write nothing at all. I'm hoping this will be somewhat freeing for me, in that I'm putting myself out there for all to see. Wish me luck...
So, in addition to my online journal, I will be writing privately. Maybe someday I'll be pleased enough with a story to share it. It is something I've always secretly wanted to do, and, though I do not foresee kicking the bucket anytime soon, I can mark it off my list!
Some other items on my list:
Paint a mural
Publish a book
Be in the same room with Phil Jackson (going to a Lakers game in February, check!)
Tour Italy
Shake hands with someone famous
See a Broadway show
Visit as often as you'd like! I'm sure there will be some days that I write 5 times on this thing, and others that I write nothing at all. I'm hoping this will be somewhat freeing for me, in that I'm putting myself out there for all to see. Wish me luck...
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