It's a Illness

My parents really have a Illness. It is called:
"IhavetospendeverypennyIhaveeverearnedandwilleverearnitis" It is something that comes out on christmas and it will NEVER EVER have a cure!!!! They again bought my children more things than they can play with. It truely drives me mad, because every year I tell them not to go nuts, but they can not help themselves (the illness) and they do it anyway. I now have to go through the old toys and give some things away. This will at least help someone. If someone finds a cure(with the exception of physical harm) let me know.

Jingle Bells

Jingle bells, Batman smells
Robin lays an egg.
Batmobile lost a wheel,
and Joker got away!

HO HO HO Merry Christmas ALL!
I hope you have a very merry!
Love ya'll
Jen

P.O.T.W.

I'm looking at these two pictures and I really think my daughter looks like my mother! It's all in the eyes for me, but everything else looks similar too. Anyway, I love this picture of Jackie, even thoug the water bottle is in it too. Black and white or color, it doesn't matter she is beautiful!

Christmas Love

I read this story on another Blog that I keep track of and was completely enthrawled by it. I found it to be profound, beautiful and an example of the true meaning of Christmas. I hope anyone reading will feel the same way.

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Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas. My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song. Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row-center stage -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love." The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W."

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's
mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall,
proudly holding her "W." Although many teachers tried to shush the children,
the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it
together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that
instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the
holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for
our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:

"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"

And, I believe, He still is. Amazed in His presence... Humbled by His love.

May each of you have a Merry Christmas as you reflect on His Amazing Love
for us...

picture of the week

My first born, and really as sweet as he looks. We are fishing with uncle Franz and he is a happy as he looks! With the sepia tone( I'm working with that a little more lately) I think it's the bomb!

home

I know I've said this before, but really....thank God he comes home today! I've been a single mom all week and I'm tired and lonely! I can't imagine doing this all of the time, it really puts single motherhood in a different perspective. I have great admiration for a woman who has either chosen or been given the sole responsibility of raising her children. WOW!!! Hats off to you ladies and may God bless each and every one of you. I, myself, would be an alcoholic or a drug addict(but NOT Meth. have you seen what it can do to your skin, body, mind and hair and don't get me started on the teeth? Yuck!!! I am way too vain!) if I had to go it alone everyday. Anyway, I have found my strength and my limitations through this experience and what I have found is that I can do it and life won't fall apart, but I HATE every minute of everyday! Oh, and did I mention the no sex thing. Yeah, I have just found out how much I like it and when the opportunity is gone, well I want it more!!!

On top of all that my car (the red one) won't start and it happens to be behind the van so I'm scrambling to get Jonathan to school and I have to skip Julia's class activity thing. So here I am stuck without a car for a while. CRAP It was a topper to a emotionally draining week!!
Now, when does his flight arrive....

Picture of the Week

A tribute to my grandpa...the best man in the world and the person I used as an expample when looking for a good man to marry. My husband is just like him.
Funny, friendly, likable and loving... he will be my first love forever. Please God take care of him...I'm not ready yet.

Gramps...

My grandpa has cancer...and I don't want to talk about it.
The idea of him dying is overwhelming and the hardest death I will ever have to deal with. I am crying inside (and outside) and I pray that God will keep him here for me. I love him with all of my heart, and I can't see my life without him. That's all, maybe I will have more about it later, but for now I don't want to talk about it.