On the look out....

Searching for a girl who used to be positive. One that found adventure in things. One that found opportunity in everything. One that could explain her feelings. One that didn't settle for surface relationships. One that forgave people. One that didn't hold on to hurt as a comfort. One that loved to laugh. One that found the importance in moving on. One that desired having a healthy heart.

Steelers Blood

When Steeler haters run their mouth.....it only encourages me. And it only makes my heart smile all the more when they score a touchdown. As if it says "hahahhahah" all on its own. It doesn't even need me to say it.

eeeeeew. what's that smell!?

so brady had a little heart to heart with eric about his day at school today and his big "embarrassing moment." eric later told him to tell me about it.

his story was that he farted in front of the whole class today and most that know brady know he was MORTIFIED unlike most boys that would be proud.

my response......i cracked up. hardcore.

i, for one, think farting is hilarious. and the fact that it was brady made it all the funnier. naturally eric yelled at me for my response. but i took full opportunity to hit on the "ability to laugh at oneself" point. we were all able to crack up when he told us the details of it. and how kids were coughing when he did it. and so donovan is taking full advantage of teasing with a "haha brady farted in class today" and a quick point into brady's direction.

someday he will thank me for this story. i'm sure of it.

"donovan, keep mom and dad in bed until i'm ready for them!"

when we woke up i could tell something was going on downstairs. and i actually WASN'T afraid of what it was. it's a good thing that the 2 4yr olds i have aren't good secret keepers or i might have been. whatever they were doing down there was taking a LONG time...so we just waited in bed like we were told to do by the demanding blonde one. after about an hour we were greeted by all three in our room. and asked to go downstairs where special k and fruit salad awaited us. they "made" us breakfast. along with the breakfast were drawings that they drew for us, and little notes. my oldest couldn't have been more proud than to declare that the whole idea was his.......

good lawd...i love these boys.

wow....i suck.

it's amazing to me that i love to write....and i'm always on the computer....but still cant manage to maintain this blogsite....so i'm gonna start now. not that i think i have so much interesting going on in my life that the world wants to read it...but...well, because i AM kinda interesting and there may be 2 or 3 out there that care to hear my business. so...here goes. .. . . .. ..

is there anything sexual about a ice cream cone? i didn't think so either.

I grew up a pretty scared little kid. Not of everyone. Mostly men. I had some unfortunate things happen to me, in my life that no one should have to go through…which I have since been healed of…none the less, I remember growing up being afraid….and having a hard time trusting. I eventually went to college where it was brought to my attention that about 75% of my girlfriends had walked through the same “tainted” past as a child…which both relieved me and sickened me.

God was so gracious to me bringing these people into my life because it was them that helped to bring the proper healing that I needed in my life. And that it was…I walked away in freedom.

However…

…When I was pregnant, I was watching one of those “to catch a predator” shows. And I remember crying because it was brought to my attention throughout the show that it isn’t just little girls anymore that these creepo’s are after. I remember crying and holding by belly and just apologizing to by unborn boys for bringing them into such a sick and perverted world. After I gathered myself together…I realized that I just needed to pray over them a lot…especially over their minds. That God keep their minds and little bodies protected from these sicko’s….

I think about how different the world is even now from when I was in highschool…and I’m only 31. I cant imagine what it will be in 10 more yrs.

I know it’s getting bad when they can sexualize a dairy queen commercial….or a Pictionary commercial. Ya know…Pictionary, the game…what’s sexual about that? Isn’t that the thing that is supposed to be bringing families together on a Friday Family Game Night?

And we wonder where we are headed….
Thanx for the venting post.

halloween....a tricky "holiday" for me.

I love to see the kids get dressed up and all

….i’m not saying that…

it’s when you get questions like

“mom…what is Halloween?”

then I just wanna scream

“it’s the devils holiday!”

no…I’m kidding.

I just respond with something like

“it’s just something fun people celebrate cause

they like to get dressed up and be silly.”

But it is really?

I dunno…this one’s tricky for me.