So ever since I can remember, I have put memories with such things like music or smells. (Most people do. ) Like, a can of hairspray that I might have used in high school. Or a perfume that I thought was the best smell when I was twelve. Since I can not put smells on the computer and take everyone down memory lane with me, I decided to put music instead. Every single track that I have on my playlist takes me back to a great or not so great memory. I would like to think of them as my personal journal. I can listen to a song and go back to that time and remember things that were going on in my life and how I felt. Even if the times were not so great, I love to remember what got me here today. I feel like great songs have had a major impact on my life and have help me hurdle some obsticles in my life. As lame as that just sounded, it really does hold true for me. I wish I was musically talented,..had a good voice or played an amazing instrument. But one thing I do know...I do have a good ear for music. I know some might disagree, but remember the music on my playlist is my journal. I love all styles of music. I love what music can do for a person. I love that with our church meetings we always open with song ( and prayer). It just has a power that is incomprehensible. So I say to all those artist out their, thank you for providing such great memories for me.
*** Now here is a song that I LOVE!! It just reminds me of the LOVE of my LIFE! I think it explains him to a T!! Enjoy
I'm Still A Guy Lyrics
My lalalalalalalas.....
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of...........
.........Child Development and Human Relations."
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is, " explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a .?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,"
Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air and
looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out). I 'm working for my
Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
( any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."
Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and
Human Relations"
And great grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates?"
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants."
**** But if we all have this fancy name with this career, then we should have a punch out card right?? Well no luck yet...I still haven't found it. I am pretty sure I will find the Clock on the cruise we are heading for in a couple of weeks.
A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.
"What I mean is, " explained the recorder,
"do you have a job or are you just a .?"
"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.
"I'm a Mom."
"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation,
'housewife' covers it,"
Said the recorder emphatically.
I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
"Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar."
"What is your occupation?" she probed.
What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
"I'm a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations."
The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in mid air and
looked up as though she had not heard right.
I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.
"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,
"just what you do in your field?"
Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
"I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn't)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out). I 'm working for my
Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
( any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."
There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.
As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career,
I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another Mom."
Motherhood!
What a glorious career!
Especially when there's a title on the door.
Does this make grandmothers
"Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and
Human Relations"
And great grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates?"
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants."
**** But if we all have this fancy name with this career, then we should have a punch out card right?? Well no luck yet...I still haven't found it. I am pretty sure I will find the Clock on the cruise we are heading for in a couple of weeks.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Oh what the out doors can do for people.....
As most of you know Chloe has not always been the easiest baby. From the time that she was in my belly to almost present day, she has been a fighter. She would cry for everything and anything. Jimmy and I had such a hard time with her. Who knew that all we had to do was put her in the great outdoors.
This past weekend we decided that it would be fun to go camping and so we headed to a little place about an hour away called Double Lake. Who knew the changes we would see when we got there. While driving there Chloe was in the car crying and needing a bottle. Upon arriving the Griffins were there setting up camp, and they had Hannah in the Pak n Play. We decided to set Chloe in there...........And our lives have not been the same since.
It was like she transformed into another child. She sat in that pak n play the whole time we were camping and she could not have been happier. She took naps when she needed and slept through the night. (even though we were freezing the whole night) I loved it. All she needed was the great outdoors to make her the happiest baby ever.
This past weekend we decided that it would be fun to go camping and so we headed to a little place about an hour away called Double Lake. Who knew the changes we would see when we got there. While driving there Chloe was in the car crying and needing a bottle. Upon arriving the Griffins were there setting up camp, and they had Hannah in the Pak n Play. We decided to set Chloe in there...........And our lives have not been the same since.
It was like she transformed into another child. She sat in that pak n play the whole time we were camping and she could not have been happier. She took naps when she needed and slept through the night. (even though we were freezing the whole night) I loved it. All she needed was the great outdoors to make her the happiest baby ever.
Ok Ok I'm kinda excited for this......
Check THIS out! For all those who aren't nuts like I am and check Stephenie Meyers website out way to much, I think you might enjoy this for all who like the Twilight series. OK OK OK I am a looser too, I just finished Twilight for the third time. My problem is that I am too lazy to go get another book so I just keep reading the same books over and over again.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Updating photos
They are moving so fast and growing so big, I feel I can not capture every moment. But I sure will try!
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Over worked and under paid!!
Does anyone know where the punch in/out clock is? I keep looking for it, but it seems to be missing. Maybe someone is hiding it. I'm holding on to my time card and I have already punched in but it seems I can't punch out. I promise to punch back in!
I have been changing poopy diapers, wiping green goopy noses, and in and out of the doctors for the past month. Every time I leave the room, whether it be to go to the bathroom or take a shower, even to just sit quietly on my bed. It seems like a radar goes off in a certain little someones head and it says " YOU MUST FOLLOW MOM AND WHINE!!!" Every time I am in the kitchen I am tripping over either children or toys. My house is messy and every time I pick it up, I blink and it is back to being messy. I know, I know, many people have the same problem. And I am well aware that I really don't have it that bad. But come on people everyone just wants to punch out once in a while.
So if anyone knows where I can find the punch out clock I would greatly appreciate it.
( I was not in a bad mood writing this, just so everyone does not get the wrong impression. ALL smiles here, no worries.....but I still want to punch out! HEHE)
I have been changing poopy diapers, wiping green goopy noses, and in and out of the doctors for the past month. Every time I leave the room, whether it be to go to the bathroom or take a shower, even to just sit quietly on my bed. It seems like a radar goes off in a certain little someones head and it says " YOU MUST FOLLOW MOM AND WHINE!!!" Every time I am in the kitchen I am tripping over either children or toys. My house is messy and every time I pick it up, I blink and it is back to being messy. I know, I know, many people have the same problem. And I am well aware that I really don't have it that bad. But come on people everyone just wants to punch out once in a while.
So if anyone knows where I can find the punch out clock I would greatly appreciate it.
( I was not in a bad mood writing this, just so everyone does not get the wrong impression. ALL smiles here, no worries.....but I still want to punch out! HEHE)
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
One month from tomorrow......
Yep...only one month to go until the big race begins. We are excited but all still very nervous to even be doing this. Are we crazy?? Probably, but I hope to continue this style of staying in shape. I always need goals and I think this is how I can keep them going. I think it is interesting that with all the exercise that I have been doing, I thought the weight would just fall right off..but it hasn't. But I haven't felt this good in a long time. I can run father than I ever thought. Swim fast and longer, and ride a bike with out stopping to take brakes...So I think I'm doing alright.
Yesterday McKenzie and I went swimming for yet another one of our workouts at the YMCA. And in her lane (she swims in the fast lane) was this woman who taught one of our spinning classes. We soon found out that she is a nationally ranked Tri Athlete. And here I am in the lane next to her and I am just paddling away hoping to make it to the other side before dying. Can we say intimidating? She just did a triathlon in Galveston last weekend and came in first for the ladies and overall 6th...That means only 5 men beat her in the whole entire race. It is times like these when I am asking myself, "Why the heck am I doing this??"
So now it is down to the wire and all I can do is train my best and hope not to die in the end.
Yesterday McKenzie and I went swimming for yet another one of our workouts at the YMCA. And in her lane (she swims in the fast lane) was this woman who taught one of our spinning classes. We soon found out that she is a nationally ranked Tri Athlete. And here I am in the lane next to her and I am just paddling away hoping to make it to the other side before dying. Can we say intimidating? She just did a triathlon in Galveston last weekend and came in first for the ladies and overall 6th...That means only 5 men beat her in the whole entire race. It is times like these when I am asking myself, "Why the heck am I doing this??"
So now it is down to the wire and all I can do is train my best and hope not to die in the end.
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