New Friend

Why Hello!

First off: I have been soooo bad with not doing a new blog: because the computer charger cord went boooo! sO wE HAVE a new one and we are up and running! THis would be WAY tooo much for a phone to type it!

This weekend was crazy BUSY! We decided on Sunday we were going to redo our den roof. Well Jason did it with my girlfriend's husband, he use to do roofing for a living. So he taught Jason how to roof.  EVERYTHING that could POSSIBLY go WRONG- went WRONG! LEt's say a 4 hour job turned into 2 and half days! :( ON A GOOD NOTE: IT IS FINISHED!  LEt me run you through Monday...

Jason took Monday off so in case he did not finish the job, he would have time.  Sure enough it was not done monday.. so he was up on the roof at 7 AM all by himself trying to finish this like a mad man. OUr neighbor across the alley, came over and said "man I love roofing.. I will help you. I cannot let you do this by yourself." Jason not really knowing him except in passing to drive into our garage and the friendly nod or wave... Denied and said no i can do it myself, thanks. THen the friendly neighbor proceeded to say NO i will help you.. just let me change and I will be over.

Well let me rephrse we know him a litle better now than just this encounter.

About a week ago my parents dog thought it would be a GREAT idea to escape my yard. He is 12- and a big dog and a little senial.. so off he went. Our friendly neighbor retrieved him, not knowing he belonged to my parents that were here. Walked him down to their home, they were not there. And he wlaked him to blockbuster, because he could not read the # on the tags, without his glasses, and had no phone with him.  THey called my parents and told us he hd him there. Now.. our friendly neighbor put an extension cord around austins colar and onward they walked.. WHAT A SITE!

HE said he loved animals and just couldn't see him getting hurt.

Now our friendly neighbor,,,, is a little rough looking, and missing a few teeth, and always sits in the alley in his little corner rental house- that is like a triplex. He is always drinking a beer, usually somehting called a forty and smoking some ciggerattes. (HOWEVER we have LEARNED- he may look a little out there.. but he is nicer than alotta people around~!)--- as you will see:

So he gets on the roof and starts telling Jason how to do this and helped Jason TREMONDOUSLY with the flashing around the fireplace. He had to handmake the thing around the chimney because there was none made big enough. I mean this guy is SO knowledgable in so much random stuff... that we didn't even know about!Found out he was in the military for 20 some years.. and retired a master sergeant or something like that. He told us that our dog, austin, looked like he wasn't all there and looked lost.. and he said "ya.. i understand that." HOW SAD IS THIS!!!! 

So we had beer on hand to give our friendly neighbor.. on a roof.. right how safe is this? But jason said he worked BETTER with the beer.. and was a functioning drunk, that needed his beer. Money doesn't mean much to him, the company and beer was all he wanted.(if he even wanted for that much)

We asked him his favorite beer and found out he was in Germany for 7 years with the army and said it all is good.. then he tld Jason  story about budweiser and figured he liked that?> So as payment for him from sunrise to sunsent.. we got him  pack of budweiser. You would have thought we gave him a million bucks!

Althought this friendly neighbor may have some addictions.. he is the nicest guy we have met in a long time. 

I feel bad.. always rushing to my car before and driving off with a smile.. and kinda weary of him.. due to appearence and what he is doing, WHen all along he just wanted someone to talk to .  HE KEPT HIS WORD TOO! He told Jason the next day he would come and finsih something on the roof.. Jason told him no I can do it when I get off work and he said No i will do it... and sure enough I was home and saw him climbing up there. So nice... DID NOT have to do ANY of this! Shoot... even our own friends were NOT that willing to lend a helping hand!

I am still in shock and awe.. on this friendly encounter. . . Zeeky even prayed for our friendly neighbor on Monday night- it was so precious.

THru our friendly neighbor I learned I am still quick to judge, although I do not want to admit it.. But I do not know if I am as quick to judge as I am to keep my guard up being a woman and a mother of 2 young children with me at all times. 

Tonight our friendly neighbor came over and made jason a gift. For him not having much, he sure gave a nice present for Jason. I am happy we have someone that will keep a look out for us and that he feels a little better knowing us as well.

So go out of your way and say hi to someone you usually wouldn't you never know .. they may have an interesting back story and being knowledgable in areas you did not know yourself.

God knew we needed someone at that time.. and he placed someone there. There was a reason the roof didn;t get done the first day.. and I believe it was for our friendly neighbor... and hopefully we are placed in his lives for some reason.

Jason's Friendship Bracelet

Not much...

Why Hello!

I haven't wrote in a while.. because well life has happened!  Sometimes just get so busy! 

Tommorrow Jason is starting on the roof with one of our friends that knows how to roof. I am pretty nervous and excited. Nervous that somehow somehting will go wrong ! But excited because it will be cool for him to learn something and he will enjoy doing it. 

I am tired today- we had a yard sale and made some money. But I am reallllly thinking it is not even worth it with all the time put into them! yowza! and a loss of 2 whole days! But at least I had some great people to do it with!

We had a guy at the yard sale TAKE A STICKER off a 50 cent item and MOVE it to a 3.00 item- my mom looked like she was shopping and SAW him do it! He brings it up to buy it and my aunt goes, oh no this is not yours is it? cuz each sticker had a price on it with a persons initial, and he changed it from my aunts to mine.. and i said no- i didnt have one of this. and she goes this isnt the price i am sorry. The guy gets mad and goes well thats what is on it! And she said I am sorry it is.. blah blah blha!

SERIOUSLY WHO DOES THIS AT A YARD SALE! and a 2.50 difference is ALOT for a yardsale item.. we are NOT kohl's and no- we will NOT give it to you for that price! WHAT A JERK!  MORALS MORALS MORALS! We were ALL IN SHOCK! I mean I am all about if it is 300 bucks and you say how about 1.50? shoot the worst we could say is no- even ASK for it to be 50 cents if you really want... SHE PROBABLY would HAVE gave it to him! but he did that.. WOW!!!!  

MAggie is SO close to crawling! She gets up and rocks! It is sooo cute- but i am totally OK with her NOT crawling.. because that means she is growing UP and that she will be even more all her in her bro's business. I don't know how I will EVER be able to leave the room with them both in it! NOT safe then! hahahahahahaha  

I see Z trying to play with her now and it is so cute! And when we went shopping today we left her with my parents to make more room for everything we needed.. he started to cry for his sissy! he was crying and saying "maggie" he m issed her! How to PULL ON MY HEART STRINGS! Soooo soooo cute! I really HOPE I can help them learn to be best friends.. they will have each other forever... at least i pray :) How do we raise them to be there for eachother and not become enemies.. I want them to be able to tell secrets and be there for each other.. 

I will want to know wahts going on when they are odler.. but in a way sometiems I hope they will work against me together (to an extent) tobe there for each other.. Does this make sense at all what I am saying? I really pray for them to have a great relationship - I told him the other day that he needed to be nice to his sister because they will be bestest friends. I told him he needed to protect her (SORRY MAGGIE) I couldn't stand my brother being my '2nd dad'- I would remind him greatly ALOT he was NOT my dad.. but I know it was all for my safety! :)

THis mama is tired after these couple of days and don't really have much to say or what to say.. i am just gonna say have a great rest of the weekend everyone! :)

Why hello!

I am writing early today.. because I forgot to write last night.. more because last night was one of those crazy nightS!

Last night I took my 1967 corvair convertible out with my dad... He did a few things to work on it and wanted to see how she ran.

This car right now is red... but it will be HOTT PINK!!!!!  Anywho: my daddy bought me this car - and oh boy do i LOVE HER! We went for a ride to get more oil in it, then we went by my cousins house (where a man started to follow us- unbenounce to me at this point) and then to my Aunt's- where the guy that followed us said- "hey is that a corvair!" 

He proceeded to tell us that he has 2 himself!  A '63 and a '65! My daddy was all excited to find someone that knows about corvairs and asked him where he gets his work done and he said he does everything himself. My daddy asks who he knows that paints cars and again this guy does it HIMSELF! he said we could come right down from my aunts to his house and take a look at her...

So the adventure begins:

We leave my aunt's and go down the hill to this random guys house.. NO IDEA HIS NAME- but gave us the location of his home... And as she is getting ready to turn.. she DIES! put put put.. poof she is tired! :(  My dad pops the engine starts looking and "playing" nothing.. still put put tired...

I am saying "come on baby come on baby you know you want to.. I know your tired" put put pfff

So we call my mom to get some "eather?" no idea the spelling but it is something to start the engine.. my mom comes to save the day.. and it starts to help and still nothing.. But before my mom arrived a big african american lady stops by to help jump my car- so nice - it is late (9pm maybe?) and may I mind you we are now in the ghetto of rock island.. ya know where drug deals on your left and ladies of the night on your right sorta neighborhood- in this classic car.. all  i can think is i hope i don't get shot and my car doesn't get stripped...

The lady was pulling up to the hood of the car.. my dad says- nooo the engine is in the back- and she goes "THE ENGINE IS IN THE BAAACK!?!?!" hahahahaha- my thoughts exactly when I got the car :)

She goes "ohhh boy she WANNNtED herself a classic car"_ she tried no jump would work.. 'Baby' was tired. My mom on the phone proceeds to say- "is it out of gas"

Now.. my dad is what we call a "sill" temper and he can become a hott head and just think in the now and not logical at times... His temper is flaring.. he is getting mad.. I proceed to laugh and try and lighten the mood- hum songs. kind of revert back to my 12 yr old self.. seemed to help :)

My mom shows with just the eather... and then we said that corvair guy is waiting I do not want him to think we ditched him! So we said what do we do.. looking at my beautiful car sitting all alone in the ghetto... and then us 3- I said "dad do you want me and mom to go to corvair guys house and see if he wants to come back and look at it?" He goes "do you know how to get there?" me "no but you could tell me how?" my lovely tiny buck20 mother says- "Andrew I can stay with the car- just tell me wha tyou want me to do"

***BAHAHAHAHAH! my MOM stay with the car!??!?! Is she still looking at me as a 3 yr old? I would be better off staying with the car.. I could break her over my knee in one snap! But she may be only a buck20 but she has some mighty fiestyness to her.. I wouldn't want to be on the recieving end of her anger...**

My dad makes a decision "let's go" we all 3 trail off to this corvair mans home.. In my PT- there are 2 convertible carseats in the back for my babies (who I wish to see after this night...) and mom has to sit in Zeek's carseat- hahah TOLD YOU SHE WAS TINY!

We pull up (not in the corvair) but in the PT i own.. looking confused .. my dad gets out and explains the story.. he called over another corvair guy and they drive in their '68 corvair to my '67 stranded corvair..

All 3 men in the engine looking touching, doing all that manly stuff.. . My mom again "does it need gas?" they all have a deer in headlights look... "could be" We decide to take off back to the house to get gas..

well we arrive a NEW man is there! EVERYONE knows .. "corvair steve"- yes that is what they call him! hahahaha And this guy does the stock racing things?

Sure enough 'Baby' was thirsty.. parched.. she drank it up and popped right off! hahahahahahahahahhahaha My little tiny mother- indeed did know that it needed gas. She goes "your father thinks mechanical... I think logical" <oh is that NOT a woman's statement! hahahaha

We drive it to corvair steve's house and there she rests overnight- he is going to take a look at 'baby' and see what she needs done. We all know she can use a tune up and some new things.. and that is why i LOVE her! She will be mine when she is all done-ready to go for a ride! It will be like  a NEW car when she is all finished! :)

Now... through all of this.. there was a sense of thankfulness. Somehow again God provided. He kept us safe, kept the car safe and brought new amazing people into our life. Seriously who was the lady in the van that jumped my car and took off as soon as pony arrived? another protector? she was like an angel that appeared then disapeared as quickly as she came..

Then there was corvair Steve and his band of corvair guys. If this would not have happened we would not have met corvair Steve and all these people with corvairs and learned so much! My daddy is excited to learn some more about my car and we foudn JUST the people to teach us! I know this guy kept us safe as well that night- it is just amazing!

So this night as hectic as it was it really shows there still are good kind people out there. Ones that help in a time of need without batting an eye. Again.. as I have said many times before.. God's plan!

On the note of good people:
My parents puppy, Austin, escaped last night earlier in the evening.. he is pretty senial anymore- being 12 and all. Zeek was the one to know that Austin went missing. In the garage he is going "austin? austin?" Jason says.. "austin isn't here buddy" my dad "whhhat yes he is!" Well we paniced and went running like mad to find him. NO AUSTIN!

Then my lady nieghbor across the street says my boyfriend found him and walked him to the address on the tag. Well they weren't home then he walked to blockbuster to have them call my parents. My parents rescued Austin at blockbuster. Our nieghbor found him walking on 12th and he almost got hit by a car! and then he gave him bread and gravy and tied him up with an extension cord! hahahaha and walked with him to my parents home, not having a phone or did not have his glasses to read the #- took him to blockbuster to see if they would call for him.

Another good person in the world to save our beloved puppy! I don't know what I would do if something happened to that spoiled little dog! :)

So today I am thankful for good people!

            me and 'Baby'
  & my mom in the back!

Real Life to Movie

Why hello!

Today was a great day! 

We had our usual monday playdate and Zeeky is getting into everything there! He finally goes up the big blow up slides and jumpy things- ALL ON HIS OWN! He has NO fear! It is quite amazing... and it is unbelievably cute how he tries to run around with the "big" kids.. he loves to think he is a big boy! So so so precious!

Then it was nap time- which I watched the movie "Beastly" with Maggie. Then she fell asleep during the movie, I guess it wasn't her style yet.  It was ok- kind of a modern day beauty and the beast- but in high school- and a little over the top- and the acting wasn't too good (but I should expect that in chick flicks) but overall a good movie- because it was a movie I could turn my brain off watching and just enjoy.

What really amazed me in the movie was when the boy turned 'ugly' - he sort of looked like the people that tattoo their bodies all up and put random piercings in--- Kind of suprised that didn't really offend people that want to look like that? Maybe it did and I am just out of the "know" of movie ratings.

I know it was teaching the whole concept of- beauty is in the inside- - - which is true- however: let's be honest there is a beauty to the outside to an extent.. but it does NOT make all of the person.

I do NOT consider myself a shallow person- however: I must be honest.. I would not have shown such an interest in Jason if he was not sooooo good looking. Of course looks are in the eye of the beholder.

Then from the first attraction of him.. it went into getting to know him and that he was quite an amazing man. Then he was EVEN MORE attractive!

But sometimes in movies they go totally over the top to one extreme to the other- but I guess that is why they are movies- and when people say movies now a days are teaching children such horrible things..

well you are the parent- dont let them watch it... and morals should start at home--- NOT in movies.

I am not a fan of scary movies, never have been. Not quite worth being scared and sprinting to my bed because I am scared some monster may get me. Jason learned when we first started dating in college... that watching a scary movie with me was NOT the way to get me to cuddle. :) Luckily he was ok with that.

I will share with you how the man of my life and I met:

Freshmen year of college- I tell my mom and dad: I am going away to college single, no boys for me- I want to get good grades and just focus on me and school... (God is a funny man- he LOVES to mess up your plans.. but his plan is ALWAYS BETTER) :) :)

So.. It was the second day of classes a Tuesday.. I walk into my class and there in the first row is this fine looking man.. He was wearing a forest green polo, khaki shorts, brown sandels and his hair was blonde and shaggy (reminded me kind of that surfer "do") and boy was he in amazing shape! However: first row reading a text book on 2nd day of classes.. classified him as a NERD!

I was interested in his (appearence) and decided I should sit the row over catty corner to him.. so I could keep an eye on him and not seem like i was.

Then we had to do a get to know you exercise- ice breakers - *what fun*- So I purposely slid my desk next to his in the circle.. One of the things was we had to stand up when someone said something that you enjoyed and until the whole class stood up, at that time Jason announced he was a swimmer for WIU- and then his swim buddy stood up as well for that one.. adn took over. WHAT AND AN ATHLETE- double score! (could he really get any better!?!?)

THen at the end of class the teacher said to look at out schedules and compare with other people to see if you have any classes together. So jason was takling to his swim buddy and I was the creeper listening in... and he said that his next class was..... THE EXACT SAME CLASS I HAD! So- I said: hey I have that class too! what does my "nerd" "hott" "athlete" Jason do: ??

Jason (puts arm in a muscle type position and fist and bows head while screaching loudly "YES") So we decided to walk together to next class...

Jason tells me (after we have been dating for awhile that he thought I was a cool chill girl-mainly because how I was dressed at this time..)

I'm sorry it was class.. who really gets ready for class in college.. I was wearing athletic shorts, tennis shoes, a hooded sweatshirt, and my hair was pulled back and no make up.

During our hour walk to class.. we talked and talked and TALKED- I even found out in that hour (very personal things-we were both self endulgers (which is weird cuz he usually isn't)) Also: found out he was a christian- but our next class helped bring that along -World Religions-

During class (Jason thought I was a COMPLETE airhead) I was doodling ALL OVER my paper, and I was passing anote to him... yes a NOTE! It asked if he had aim, if he wanted to do dinner after his swim practice.. where he would head to after my next class...

He agreed- (again his mindset was that I was a cool girl) my mindset was (he is delicious)

When we met after swimming practice (for him) I brought a few girlfriends with me.. come on couldn't go alone! And we were going to the cafeteria (how romantic) but I did manage to shower, put on make up, where a much more flattering outfit and put on some sort of heel...

Jason was half asleep on the couch downstairs waiting for me and I walked up to hima nd he goes "Graaace?" HE DIDN'T EVEN RECOGNIZE ME!   Indeed my work was done :) At that moment he said (I knew you would be girlfriend material- he says that I already had the personality and the looks were there too!)

We hung out and watched a movie... after dinner in my friends room- I had to walk him down to the boys side because men must be escorted on female floors I said good bye and walked away...

Again later after we were an item he tells me *(HE WENT IN FOR A KISS AND I WALKED AWAY!) hahaha

So he went back to his room to his roomate saying "I am not sure if she likes me!!??" hahahahahaha

I HAD NO IDEA HE WENT IN FOR THE DIVE! poor Jason.. however SHAME on HIM! First "date" hahahaha deserves him right.. right!?? :)

Well after spending almost 24/7 together after a week.. we decided to become official.. the rest is history...

A marriage and 2 babies later.. I still see my sexy man right there on the couch beside me :) However: my point being.. both of us noticed looks.. but the personality was right there- and even now- we have both changed (him not swimming anymore) me (having 2 babies) I find him the MOST attractive man on earth and I know he finds me the most attractive female on earth !

So although looks may have brought us together.. I think for a relationship to have substance and last.. you need that loving of the person for who they are as well.

Make a movie about that Warner brothers ! hahahaha

How we have changed_ When we were first together :)

When we were first together- so YOUNG!

this is the last poem

THIS POEM! This is the ONE that I was trying to end my blogs with...

I think this sums up my FIRST blog of the night perfectly!

please read.. and take it in!

Childhood Doesn't Wait

 

I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
"Pick me up," I heard him beg
but the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.

"Don't hang on to me," she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...

"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won't ask for you to hold them
or won't freely give a hug.

"The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.

"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we've known.

"So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...

"When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can't
`cause there's no time to talk"
Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn't wait.

"Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don't wait another day."
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear

...Author Unknown

When I first held Z

                                                   When Jason first held Maggie (I'm peaking over saying MY TURN! ;) )

PICTURES

These were all suppose to fit under my first blog.. but I guess there is a limit to my ramblings.. WHO KNEW?

AND not all my poems are fitting.. so here is a site and read what you want.. there is alot that are amazing and some that are good!
http://www.amandashome.com/momdad.html

snuggles with mags during the day (should be cleaning....READ BLOG) ha

Maggie wanted to cuddle while I wrote my blog-she was sleepy.. so I decided to take a break and hold her- Z wanted to cuddle tooooooo! WORLD STOPS! :)

Daddy and Z at tugfest LOVE

Sometimes a boy just needs his daddy when he is sleepy!

more to BABIES blog...

these are all poems that didn't get added for some reason!

THIS ONE IS A TEAR JERKER- i just love it:)

DADDY'S DAY

Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so
He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite
We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone
'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart."
With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star,
And if he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far,
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed
But there placed on her desktop, was a beautiful fragrant pink rose
And a child was blessed, if only a moment, by the love of her shining bright star
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.

...Cheryl Costello-Forshey 

Housework Can Wait

 

Come in, but don't expect to find
All dishes done, all floors ashine.
Observe the crumgs and toys galore.
The smudgy prints upon the door.
The little ones we shelter here
Don't thrive on a spotless atmosphere.
They're more inclined to disarray
And carefree even messy play.
Their needs are great, their patience small.
All day I'm at their beck and call.
It's Mommy come! Mommy see!
Wiggly worms and red scraped knee.
Painted pictures, blocks piled high.
My floors unshined, the days go by.
Some future day they'll flee this nest,
And I at last will have a rest!
Now you tell me which matters more,
A happy child or a polished floor?

...Author Unknown