Can you find the boys from Guatemala?

I was putting away Thanksgiving stuff tonight when I snapped this photo. Can you find the boys from Guatemala? Look how little Nicky is. When you say to Nicky, how much does Mommy love you? He raises his arms up. I'm sure Mike will be using it for when the Bears play.

I had a dream about KENT LYNCH

Wow, what a night! I had a dream last night about a guy I went to school with. We met at O.J. Neighbors in kindergarten and continued through high school. His name is Kent Lynch. I have not seen him since our 15Th high school reunion, which was in 1994. So whatever prompted this dream I have no idea. But here is how it went. I wanted to 'hook up' or whatever the kids call it these days with Kent. So in my dream he looks exactly like he did our senior year in HS. Very cute, very blond, an all over all American guy. I on the other hand, in my dream look like I do now, a 45ish mother of 2, suburban housewife. So he does not want to go out with me, because I need to lose some serious poundage. So I am going to the gym and working out for Kent, and of course because I am dreaming I lose a bunch of weight. Not like in real life, where you can work out for 6 months and gain 2 pounds. Anyway, now he has started to notice me, but I have decided that I will get him back for not liking me fat, so I will date Angelina Jolie! In my waking hours I can't stand that woman. So how my mind found her, who knows. So anyway, Angelina and I are in the shower, how scary is that, and Kent finally notices me. Ha, I'm sure it had nothing to do with me. But that was my dream, I think I woke up to the alarm clock right about then, to take my suburban mom butt to Curves. Where does a dream like that come from? I tried to google him to find a picture, so that I could post it. Then you could all see how cute he was back in 1979. I wonder where he is now. And the funny thing about it, we never dated, never hooked up once, we were great friends, but just that. So why would my mind pick him, who knows???

I'm a little bit country, and you're a little bit rock and roll

Hi All,
I have been singing that song since last Friday, that's when Donny Osmond was on Oprah! I watched that show with such emotion. I have been talking about him ever since, so much that Mike is dying his hair black and growing it into a shag. Donny Osmond, I had the biggest crush ever on him, I felt like I was right back in my old bedroom singing into my hair brush, One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, now, give me one more chance, I could go on and on! It was the early 70's, I didn't even have my braces yet, but I'm sure I had a bad haircut and probably a really bad perm! Remember home perms, I got one about every 6 weeks! Oh I had visions of Donny and Donna Osmond, wouldn't that have been cute? I swear if I could post my seventh grade picture I actually looked like him, scary. Well except for my bad teeth. But I loved Donny Osmond, not any of the other brothers, just Donny. How could you not love that smile? He has a birthday coming up, if you didn't have it marked on your calendar. He will be turning 50 on December 9. A girl can dream.

2 to 3 lbs lighter ...

No, not me, I am gaining by the minute. I am talking about this little cutie. This is him this morning around 7 am when we had him in his little hospital gown. He was such a trooper, poor kid. I just changed the first diaper and he is hurting bad. I don't remember Evan hardly crying at all, and for sure the next day he was totally back to normal. But then we have Nicky, he is not built the same as big brother, shall we say. He only wants Mike to hold him, it's like he is telling me 'you don't get it mom'. So I have balanced the check book, paid all the bills, sent e-mails, and now I am blogging. I am kid free today. It is so quiet in this house without Evan here, I do not like that at all. When my mom and dad were taking him yesterday, he is staying at their house until Friday! I was putting him in his car seat and kissing him about a million times, I guess I hovered a bit too much, my precious little boy said to me, 'hit the button that makes the door close'. I was holding back tears and he is ready to be on the road! So I let Nick play with all of his trains last night, I will show him. So add Nicky's penis to your prayers tonight, he has an ooowie.

I was in Kentucy.

First of all, if you are from Kentucky and you have sensitive feelings, quit reading right now. OK, are you gone? I had a wonderful day last week, but it is still on my mind, so I need to blog about it right now, are you ready?

Last week, I had to return something to the most dreaded store in the world, I will only type it's name in here one time, the most dreaded store in the whole world is WalMart. Several months ago when they lost photos from our pick up trip to Guatemala with Evan. I approached the "Service Manager" with my rage with the fact that our priceless photos had been destroyed, she looked at me with this look in her eyes, this far off look, and she said something about not knowing where that restaurant was in Chicago. She didn't even know that Guatemala was another country, she just knew it was something she had never heard off, and that it must be in one of the suburbs of Chicago. My head was out of control that evening, and I was so happy that Evan was home with daddy. When I arrived home, all I could say to Mike was to sit down, I was so upset. He thought that I had wrecked the car, or something horrible had happened, but to me the fact that precious photos had been destroyed by some idiot at that store, I was out of my mind. I swore off that store forever.

Then, we were driving home from Wabash and mom and dad had the boys. It was a perfect time to stop at that store and get some things that we needed. While we were there, we spotted a Thomas the Train Halloween costume. Not knowing what Evan would want to be this year, but thinking maybe it would be Thomas, we purchased it with the thought of bringing it back if it was not needed. Well for a while Evan wanted to be #4, where that came from I don't have a clue, then he changed it to Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, much easier. So last week on November 1, the day after Halloween, I went back to that store to return the not needed Thomas Halloween costume. Let me tell you I hate to go to this store. After parking and getting the boys in a cart, we make our way into the store, past the oxygen dependent greeters. We make it down to the "service area". I still can't believe they have the gall to call this area 'service', it is more like 'out of control area'. So I am standing there and this family group, I assume, comes up and cuts in front of me in line. I don't say anything because I really don't care, I am just returning 2 things and then I am out of this store for the rest of my life. The boys are in the cart, acting wonderfully thank goodness. I cannot help but observe the 'family group' that has cut in front of me. There is one male, 3 female, one young male kid, and one young female child. She was the most unusual. And that is hard to say that more than one stood out in this crowd. She was about 7, 8 or 9, she had stringy blond hair, pajamas that were 2 sizes too small, and no shoes on her feet. She was in a cart, crouched down like an animal that spends most of it's time in a cage. I couldn't help but stare. I was very thankful at this time that Evan could not fully understand what was going on, because for sure, he would have been saying 'what the heck is that thing', 'why is she scratching herself in all the wrong places', 'why hasn't she had a shower this month.' Then as we are standing there trying to get 'service' from the 3 clerks who could totally not see that there was anyone standing in front of them, I was becoming more and more hot. Finally, the clerk says in the most disgruntled voice I have ever heard, 'next in line'. That is all, not 'Next in line please, thank you for shopping at out disgusting rat trap', nothing. So I give her my returns. The first one is a breeze, Mike bought a humidifier by mistake, no biggie. Then I put the Thomas the Train outfit one the counter. The clerk actually comes to life, she says to me, ' we don't take back Halloween costumes anymore.' Well, I say you are taking back this one, because I have the receipt and I don't need it. She calls over the first 'service manager'. This chick is an idiot, she tells me that I cannot return the outfit because it had to be returned by Oct. 31. I explained that I have a valid receipt and that I was not informed that I needed to be here by Oct. 31. She grunts to me that she has to get her manager. She actually talks to the clerk as if I am invisible, she tells her that no matter what the service manager says, we don't take Halloween costumes back, no excuses.
While I am standing there waiting, the village idiots are eating the credit card applications and peeing on the floor. I couldn't wait to get out of this store. Finally the 'store manager' comes up to me. He is all of 22, 23 or 24, hasn't had a shave today, shirt not tucked in and I am sure that Evan and Nick have a higher IQ than him. Anyway, he wants to know what is the problem, I tell him, he huddles with his other idiot 'service managers' and tells me that this time and this time only they will give me a refund on my item. I say 'thank you and don't worry about it, don't worry about it ever again, because I will not ever be shopping here again'! Oh my that store, I will never ever set foot in it again, EVER. Hear me, never ever again. NEVER.

Go Target!!!!

Always trying to help others.

We had some friends over tonight that we are working with to try and make their

surroundings more comfortable. Even if just means something to eat or a cold drink, it normally brings such a smile to their faces. Just look at the smile on her face, we were able to send beef, salads, bread and much love to her home. She has such potential, we will never give up.

I am so ready to blog!

Wow, it is November and this is my first blog, what the heck have I been doing? First of all, I have the best friends ever, Mike and I are so lucky. We are so lucky to just show up at church today and have a party already planned at out house, how could it get better than that?

My parents were here over the weekend and I just discovered that I was a PERFECT child! I knew I had something working, but when my dad told me this morning that my mom was able to take 4 kids to church all AT THE SAME TIME and none of them made any noise, I knew right there that I was an exceptional kid. We didn't take Evan to church today, he tends to be a bit noisy and I enjoy the sermon and I think that the majority of the church comes to hear Pastor Brad and not Evan, so when we had a chance to leave him at home with Grandpa and a Thomas video, I was all over that. It is so nice to sit in church and just sit in church, normally we call it wrestling in church. Someday it will be easier, that is what everyone tells me.