tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43687636793587767272024-03-13T14:36:42.047-04:00Are You Kidding Me????????My blog about parenting biological and adopted kids, some with everyday kid issues and some with much more serious medical/behavioral issues. I don't care if anyone else ever reads this, my main purpose is for me to have somewhere to vent some of my thoughts, frustrations and successes. If it sounds like I'm complaining, I'm not. My kids are everything to me, I love them more than anything, but sometimes I just need to let it all out!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.comBlogger641125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-66487390050101409112012-04-10T14:33:00.004-04:002012-04-10T15:10:40.469-04:00Who Needs An Alarm Clock?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">You know, everyone always talks about all the negative things about having a child who is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rager</span>. Today I am choosing to look at the positive. In our family, there are lots of times when we don't need our alarm clocks because Hannah's rages wake us up. Today was one of those days. The only downside is Hannah doesn't have a snooze button!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I was just stepping out of the shower a little before 6:00 am, when I heard pounding on my door, along with frantic yelling. My first thought was, "Oh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yay</span>, another fun day is beginning". I told her I was just getting out of the shower and I would be out in a few minutes. I heard her yelling a bunch of stuff, but the only part I could make out was her telling me that she needed me to come out right now. I told her I had to get dressed and she actually left. Surprise, surprise. I dilly-dallied as much as possible because I knew the longer I took to go out there, the less time she would have to abuse me before she had to leave for the school bus. I hadn't made lunches yet, so I had to go out when it was still 10 minutes until bus time. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">It turns out that she wanted me to sign on my computer so she could re-set her boyfriend's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">iPod</span>. Apparently, he told her that his friend, who was arrested yesterday, had borrowed it while he (boyfriend Tito) was in Florida for Spring Break. Supposedly, the arrested friend had changed the password and Tito doesn't have computer access to change it back. He can't ask the friend what the new password is because he is locked up. Come to find out, Hannah had asked Luke to do it last night and he told her it was probably a stolen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">iPod</span>. She, of course, believes the boyfriend, even though he has already served time in juvenile detention for stealing an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">iPod</span>. He told her he has changed, so it must be true. When I heard that, I said it probably was stolen. Hannah right away became furious and said she would never have a stolen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">iPod</span> in her hands. I tried to tell her I didn't think she had stolen it or knew it was stolen, but I'm not sure she believed me. After all, why believe your mom, who loves you, when you can believe the "already been locked up at least twice boyfriend"? I already knew she hadn't stolen the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">iPod</span> because she only steals from her siblings! So, anyway, I still don't know what the truth is about the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">iPod</span> and she wouldn't tell me why the boyfriend's friend got arrested. She just said, "Let's just say he did a lot of things, a lot". Then she heard her bus outside and had to leave. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);">Lucky for the rest of us, Hannah is the first one to leave in the morning and the rest of us were left to get ready for our day in peace. </span></span></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-21633456657030236292012-04-09T16:18:00.005-04:002012-04-09T20:34:10.208-04:00"Fun" Afternoon<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I worked this morning and had an absolutely lovely day, taking L to play group. The morning went by really quickly and before I knew it, I was already home. Hannah had an appointment with her psychologist this afternoon. She actually came home on time, after several friendly reminders. Once she got home, she ran upstairs, saying she just had to change her shirt and would be right back down. Ten minutes later, when I told her we absolutely had to leave, she started to rage about not being able to find her shoe. I couldn't understand most of what she said because she was screaming and the dog started freaking out, as usual. Something about the shoe missing and that I should just go without her because if she only has one shoe, she can't go. I told her to put on the shoes that she had worn when she was out with friends today. She screamed some sort of reply, none of which I could hear or understand between the dog barking hysterically and Hannah's word vomit. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">When she has refused to go to the doctor in the past, I have gone by myself. This time, however, she was so close to a full blown rage that I decided being that far away from home just wasn't a good idea. Instead, I went to the car and locked myself in. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">texted</span> Hannah and told her that if she chose not to go to the doctor, I was going to turn her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">texting</span> off. She already has voice calls turned off all the time. She still refused to go, so I drove away from the house and had Jack turn off her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">texting</span> for me. I stayed away for about a half hour and when I got home, she had left. That means tonight is going to be a rage fest! As soon as she comes home, she will start screaming at me and demanding that I turn her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">texting</span> back on. If I don't have a stroke or heart attack before she even gets here, it will be a miracle. My stress level is <b>way </b>up there at this point, in anticipation of the trouble that is sure to come. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">When I called the doctor to let her know that Hannah refused to come, she was kind of mad at <b>me</b>. Ugh, just what I need. She wanted to know why I didn't come by myself. I explained that Hannah was really close to having a huge rage and, even though Shauna was locked in her room, I didn't want to go too far from home, in case Hannah got too out of control and tried to hurt Shauna or started to destroy the house or hurt herself. She reminded me that we were going to get billed, even if Hannah refuses to go. Another piece of news that I didn't really need. I would think that since psychologists sign up to treat mentally ill children, they would be used to them not showing up for appointments and not get mad at the mother for it. She must have forgotten that Hannah's secondary insurance is Medicaid and she isn't allowed to bill for missed appointments. At least that's what she told me the last time this happened. Anyway, the doctor also said that if Hannah does this one more time, she will drop her. Wonderful. Although I don't always love this doctor, she has made a ton of progress with Hannah and I would hate to have to start all over again. Hannah has only missed 4 appointments over the past 2 1/2 years and I went by myself to 2 of those, so the doctor still got paid. Since she has about 30 appointments a year, I don't think that is a bad record. Three of those appointments Hannah refused to go to and the other one was missed because I wrote the wrong date on my calendar. That time the doctor suggested that, "in order to assuage my guilt", maybe I would like to pay her, even though she wasn't allowed to bill me. Have I ever mentioned how much I <b>love </b>dealing with mental health professionals? Sometimes I wonder if they chose this profession just so they could get free treatment for their own issues!</span></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-91117849050813334552012-04-08T21:20:00.003-04:002012-04-09T20:35:32.258-04:00Hummingbird Watch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I am expecting the hummingbirds to return any day now. I am waiting, not so patiently!</span>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-14872143421927647382012-04-08T21:15:00.003-04:002012-04-09T20:37:56.132-04:00My Cataclysmic Mistake-The Beginning<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">I recently made want is, most likely, the biggest mistake I have ever made in my life. I am not exaggerating or being melodramatic. I truly wish I were. This mistake came from the best of intentions, but completely backfired and I'm afraid there may not ever be an end to the direct and collateral damage.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">Here is some background to begin this very long, involved story. Alex and Shauna both have contact with their birth families. For Alex, we have been in contact since birth. Since his birth mom was killed in 2006 and his grandmother died the following year of cancer, we only speak to them on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>, but will probably see them if we go to Chicago this summer. As for Shauna, we had contact until shortly after her first birthday. Nothing happened between us or anything, but we moved to Virginia and her grandmother lost our new address. I sent her some letters, but they came back as undeliverable. Turns out the family had moved shortly after we did and lost our information during the move. A year and a half ago, I found them on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span> and we have been in contact since them. I have talked to her grandmother on the phone a few times and Shauna texts and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">skypes</span> with her sisters once in a while. They have been extremely thoughtful and careful not to cross any boundaries. They are so grateful to have Shauna back in their lives. They were very sensitive to Shauna's feelings and have never pushed themselves on her. Shauna enjoys the relationship they have. She loves seeing their pictures and discussing how much they have in common. She loves seeing people who look exactly like her. Hannah has told me several times that she feels really badly because she doesn't know anything about her birth family and she feels left out. I was trying to be a good mom and I decided that I would try to find Hannah's birth family for her. Have you figured out what the horrendous mistake was, yet? Here's a hint, I will <i>never</i> try to be a good mom again. (Insert a huge sigh here.) </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">I have searched for Hannah's family many times over the years. They have an extremely common name and it turned out to be very difficult to find them. One night, I spent about six hours on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Facebook</span>, going through everyone with the name of one of Hannah's birth sisters, Jasmine J. I clicked on each name, then looked through their friends, hoping to find a Jasmine J. who had friends by the names of Hannah's other six siblings . I finally hit the jackpot and found all but two of the siblings on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Facebook</span>. I also found Hannah's birth father and found out from his Facebook, that her oldest brother had died several years ago. The next day, I asked Hannah if she would still be interested in getting in touch with her birth siblings, if I could find them. She was very excited and didn't hesitate to say yes. I then talked to Mike and we agreed that I should send Jasmine a message, explaining the issues that Hannah has and asking if she thought that the family was ready for contact and if that contact would be safe for Hannah. I composed a nice letter and sent it under a fake <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Facebook</span> account because I didn't want them to know our last name or where we lived right away. After about ten days, I hadn't received a reply. I wasn't sure if that meant they didn't want to know Hannah or if Jasmine hadn't read my message. I had a strong feeling that she had ignored the message because it was from someone she didn't know. Jasmine is 7 years older than Hannah and she had been so in love with her baby sister, I just knew she wouldn't pass up an opportunity to get to know her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">Here are a few excerpts from my letter:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- ">She is sweet, loving, kind, caring, naive, friendly, and active (very active! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Lol</span>)...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">She has Bipolar Disorder, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ADHD</span>, Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, and Pervasive Developmental Disorder...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">She is smart, but struggles with learning disabilities, also...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">She struggles with rules and often puts herself into dangerous situations because she is unable to completely understand consequences and has trouble "thinking ahead" and anticipating what might happen in certain situations...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">She has been in long-term treatment for these problems and she has shown tremendous progress over time, especially over the last two years...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">You and your siblings and parents have been in our thoughts all these years. We discuss you often and I have told Hannah that she comes from a kind, loving, close family. She has had a picture of her, you, and some of your brothers on her dresser, all these years. In the picture, she is sitting on your lap and she has always said she feels so close to you, even though she doesn't actually remember you...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">As I've said, she has a lot of serious issues and I don't want to start anything that will throw her off track. I am trusting that my gut feelings are correct in telling me that you are a trustworthy person, who will tell me honestly what you think. Before I allow Hannah to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Facebook</span> contact with all of you, I need to know if you think anyone in your family will look negatively on our adoption of her and express those feelings to her. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">I'm not trying to be rude or anything, I'm just trying to protect Hannah, so please don't take any of this the wrong way...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">To be continued...</span></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-55906698895586018622012-03-31T16:01:00.005-04:002012-04-09T20:38:46.517-04:00Transitions<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px; -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight- -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family:Noteworthy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">The last two years or so have been a huge transition for me. First, I had to give up a big dream of mine, which was to adopt an orphan with Down syndrome from Eastern Europe. I'm pretty much okay with that now, but still sad that it isn't going to happen. Then, after almost 26 years of being a mostly stay-at-home mom, I started working. The first job I got wasn't a perfect fit for me, but I gained a lot of faith in myself. When I first decided to go back to work, I was terrified and didn't think I would have the stamina to do it. I didn't think I would be able to juggle everything that needed to get done. The first two months or so were very difficult to get through, but I made it and came out a whole lot stronger than when I started. After a few months, I quit the first job and found the job I have now, which is a job that I love and look forward to every day. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I've also made some changes in my home life. I have, somehow, managed to get more organized and I have even started a bunch of new routines that have helped me stay organized. I still have a long way to go, but I have made some huge improvements. I'm pretty proud of myself because lack organization has always been my biggest vice.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Relationship-wise, Mike and I have gone through some really rough times, between long-term job loss, resulting in severe financial hardship and dealing with raising 7 kids, many of whom have disabilities. We were so busy just trying to make it from one hardship/crisis to the next, that we never thought about or spent any time maintaining our relationship. The past few years have see big improvements in that area, as well.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Another change I have made is eating healthier and exercising more. That, as the organizing, is still a work in progress, but lots of progress is being made. Yay! By the way, my kids are not thrilled about this change. There has even been one Facebook status about the fact that I was making them eat a healthy dinner. Heck, I never get mentioned on my kid's Facebook status', so I'll take it!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">I have been on a big blogging break, as a couple of you may have noticed. Not that you would have nagged me about it or anything! I was so busy working on and through those other things, that I didn't really have anything left for blogging. Now that I'm in a better place and have been able maintain these changes for awhile, I think I'm ready to start setting aside a bit of time to blog, whenever possible. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">Even though I'm not in love with the blogging process, like some are, I enjoy getting everything preserved "on paper", since my memory is nowhere to be found these days. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://wendsdayschild.blogspot.com/">Thanks to Wendy, for her comment telling me she missed me</a>. It was the spark I needed to sit my butt down and write something! Mike and <a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/">Denise</a> get credit, too, for nagging me, periodically. Without them, I would have been...uh...less nagged, I guess! Denise's comments on her own blog, about "Michelle, the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-tap-highlight- "> former-blogger" were some incentive too, I suppose. : )</span></span></div><div style="color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0898438); -webkit-tap-highlight- color:rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969);"><br /></span></div></span>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-52980069222205594492011-07-26T23:00:00.002-04:002011-07-26T23:28:34.085-04:00Dinner At Drew's ApartmentLast night we hopped in the van with all the makings for a pizza party and headed to Richmond. It was me, Alex, Hannah, and Shauna. Luke had to work and we invited <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gramma</span>, but she had to work at 5:30 am both Saturday and Sunday, so she couldn't join us. Mikey had stayed in DC to help a friend move, so he drove down and met us at Drew's place.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsvomdV2bHvWldwQjJJ0z04dCIvWIjg8C4qAf_rnRQfoOswElyCYn2kU60znGPNC7dOk7TXaTesaakne56eJTafc5n_2dhFLR5_uHZo85DIkShoHO57uhDqYsJygycoafMiYEQVWgP1c/s1600/IMG_6062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNsvomdV2bHvWldwQjJJ0z04dCIvWIjg8C4qAf_rnRQfoOswElyCYn2kU60znGPNC7dOk7TXaTesaakne56eJTafc5n_2dhFLR5_uHZo85DIkShoHO57uhDqYsJygycoafMiYEQVWgP1c/s400/IMG_6062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633867292647629282" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drew<br /><br /></span></div>Drew and Julian cleaned the kitchen before I got there, which I appreciated, since pizza making takes up a lot of room! I pre-made the crusts and mixed the sauce at home, but even the assembly/cooking process uses a lot of space. They had some fresh pineapple, which was so good on the pineapple/bacon pizza. I normally like canned pineapple better, but in this case, fresh was so much better.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxs625GP78YrVYC50Qo_ETbzI8xX4mKYk-7g46IgbFYi5v5qPIlw7x4V_EsnyYqucnKl1vbLcBzr11F5crfBHYLKk1hefmZ2gHcTRwx8WkjUfuf0iKb3b8m-q_7SXYe6aNwYpzGxs1aQ/s1600/IMG_6068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxs625GP78YrVYC50Qo_ETbzI8xX4mKYk-7g46IgbFYi5v5qPIlw7x4V_EsnyYqucnKl1vbLcBzr11F5crfBHYLKk1hefmZ2gHcTRwx8WkjUfuf0iKb3b8m-q_7SXYe6aNwYpzGxs1aQ/s400/IMG_6068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633867290938188914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drew in his clean kitchen</span><br /><br /></div>I was very impressed by Drew's room and bathroom. They were neat and clean! What??? Is this the same kid whose room had to be cleaned by<a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/michelle-is-coming-for-visit.html"> me and my now infamous snow shovel</a>??? When he moved out of his bedroom (or was forced out by me!), it was a room worthy of any Hoarders television show. He isn't a hoarder because he has no problem parting with things, he was just too lazy to actually get rid of them. Anyway, his room was spotless. I checked the closet since I thought he might have shoved everything in there, but it was perfect. Clothes were hanging neatly there was a cat carrier on the floor and a couple of things on the shelf. It was probably the neatest closet I've ever seen! I asked one of his roommates, Julian, if he cleaned for days before we came and he said no, Drew always keeps his room like that! Julian is well acquainted with Drew's old room, so he is just as surprised as we were. I talked to Drew about it and he said he just never let it get messy. Just like his mom! (Shut up, Denise!)<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW07LjEy7BX5qoYQ-QPYNwfPOjlMEkKh7jGGsSxDeUi24hrAeUCRGnswCTQUAfcerDWLuCB7WwaaHkNHgrKAqHTzsP5OUrKTTrW1DGf1gOa1NCZjBoGX72l9lU4jeipmylbwwcqUHN0nI/s1600/IMG_6055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW07LjEy7BX5qoYQ-QPYNwfPOjlMEkKh7jGGsSxDeUi24hrAeUCRGnswCTQUAfcerDWLuCB7WwaaHkNHgrKAqHTzsP5OUrKTTrW1DGf1gOa1NCZjBoGX72l9lU4jeipmylbwwcqUHN0nI/s400/IMG_6055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633867295068111954" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hannah, Shauna, and Alex, enjoying Drew's front porch</span><br /><br /></div>Anyway, the weather was absolutely perfect and we enjoyed our pizza and conversation out on their front deck. The kids, especially Alex, were very impressed with the active and interesting area that they live in. It is called The Fan district of Richmond and they are right on a main road, so people are constantly walking/jogging/skateboarding/roller blading by. It is a prime people watching spot. I still can't get over how gorgeous it was, between the perfect weather and the beauty of the area. The street is all large, old houses and the median is lined with crape myrtles, which are in full bloom. It was very relaxing and we had lots of fun conversation. Besides Julian and Drew, their other roommate, Mario, stopped by for a little while. We hadn't met him, yet, so it was nice to finally put a face to the name. Hannah thought he was cute, speaking of his face! One of their neighbors, Ryan, joined us, also, as well as two of Mario's longtime friends. Everyone enjoyed the pizza and Julian gave me the ultimate compliment when he told me this was the first time he has actually felt full in longer than he can remember. It was so good to meet everyone and spend time with Drew and Julian. Julian was a regular at our house for many, many years before they moved to Richmond. Have I ever blogged about the time Julian scared the crap out of my by climbing up to the second story porch and coming in that way?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQfunP27L_SDGJPagEZS14-fFh2GxL8KeiOzbaSJmJhhW7QlUWdSPZo6GmSlNP85KRO9lxXcdI9eRgoyysJiHIjXu1wJ79NBNsbDwERsrmfcRxEtuagzgf_O4Y_Qs5-dX7OwAZJKDD0w/s1600/IMG_6088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQfunP27L_SDGJPagEZS14-fFh2GxL8KeiOzbaSJmJhhW7QlUWdSPZo6GmSlNP85KRO9lxXcdI9eRgoyysJiHIjXu1wJ79NBNsbDwERsrmfcRxEtuagzgf_O4Y_Qs5-dX7OwAZJKDD0w/s400/IMG_6088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633867287009553362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me and the sign that used to hang in the cafe at the rink<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsNlSyckNv0LekFmaUWJ4JxddsoCvHkVRs_rO7Gnve40zFM5hFcqA76LwoVt8KSru80W0nuWTo1kBTZLiIbAx7lY-XwDzQRADe75EZL8x35YGms7npu5_BDgYzebatE7psOUwssShhn8/s1600/IMG_6090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsNlSyckNv0LekFmaUWJ4JxddsoCvHkVRs_rO7Gnve40zFM5hFcqA76LwoVt8KSru80W0nuWTo1kBTZLiIbAx7lY-XwDzQRADe75EZL8x35YGms7npu5_BDgYzebatE7psOUwssShhn8/s400/IMG_6090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633867284127041106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Living Room wall and cool neon artwork. That door leads to the front porch.<br /><br /></span></div>Alex had been having trouble falling asleep Friday night, so he baked a cake at 4:00 am! Shauna was his partner, although it sounds like she mainly cleaned up his mess! The cake was awesome. Since he didn't have access to my frosting recipes (they are on my computer, which is password protected), he looked a recipe up on his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ipod</span>. It was really delicious and he had decorated it to look like the beach. He used graham cracker crumbs mixed with cinnamon (which I thought was going to taste horrible on a cake, but it was so good!) for the sand. Then he used medium blue sprinkles for the ocean and light blue for the sky. It really looked like the beach, it was amazing. He tinted the frosting the perfect blue. I was impressed.<br /><br />At the end of the night, we had to part with Mike, as it didn't make sense for him to come all the way home for a little over 12 hours. He headed back up north and we headed to Drew's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Walgreens</span> to pick up a DVD of my 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nd</span> birthday party. We got to see the wild cats that live there, that Drew has been telling me about. We saw 5 or 6, including one with no tail. The clerk at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Walgreens</span> was super sweet and so excited about meeting "Drew's Mommy", as she called me. I'm working on uploading the video to You Tube, but Jack has to reformat it for me, so I had to send it to him. Hopefully, I will be able to get it up by tomorrow. I have to say that Jack was very patient with me, giving me detailed instructions on how to decrypt the birthday DVD and send him the information he needs to make it You Tube ready for me. His phone was acting up so he couldn't call me and mine kept going into roaming and was taking forever to send and receive texts. He didn't even yell at me once! I think it took almost an hour start to finish.<br /><br />Speaking of my infamous snow shovel, keep an eye out for a rebuttal post to the above highlighted link from Denise! The Hotel Cinderella posts are in the works, as well. I just need some more time and energy in the day to get it all done.Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-84727816764942555742011-07-24T15:06:00.004-04:002011-07-24T15:19:32.236-04:00I Got In Trouble! Hotel Cinderella Apology!On Friday, Mike and I went out to lunch, since we had been apart (other than the few hours at Drew's last weekend) for almost two weeks. On the way, he told me that <a href="http://michellemomof7.blogspot.com/2011/07/hotel-cinderella-2011-chapter-one.html">my blog post</a> about Denise and Hotel Cinderella was MEAN. He thought it sounded terrible and he thinks that Denise is probably mad and not speaking to me. Wow! He might be right, since I haven't heard from her since I posted that, but I know what she is going through right now and thought nothing of it.<br /><br />I apologize if anyone took this in a way it was not meant. I am not a snotty, bi*ch who complains about everything (shut up, Mike!) . That post was meant to poke fun at our time together and was in no way meant to offend or be mean or disrespectful to Denise. I think Denise will agree that we had a <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">wonderful</span> time together. We laughed our way through the week.<br />Okay, please read this very carefully!<br /><br />1. Everything that I said in that post actually happened.<br /><br />2. Everything I did at the Hotel C. was done out of love and caring. NOT because Denise was "demanding" it!<br /><br />3. Denise said everything I said she did. However, everything she said was said in jest. She didn't <span style="font-style: italic;">force</span> me to do anything.<br /><br />4. Denise and I have a back-and-forth joking, kidding, silly relationship.<br /><br />Here is an example of what I mean. I did spend forever and day, chopping veggies and making the stir fry. Denise did complain (jokingly) about the fork, as well as other things. She did lecture me about the fork. All in a joking manner!!! I did not mind making the stir fry, nor was I forced to. Get it????<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ALL POSTS ABOUT THE HOTEL CINDERELLA ARE TRUE, BUT MUST BE TAKEN IN THE TONGUE IN CHEEK MANNER IN WHICH THEY HAPPENED AND WERE WRITTEN ABOUT!</span>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-13071876284746206642011-07-18T14:35:00.004-04:002011-07-24T15:21:24.222-04:00Hotel Cinderella 2011, Chapter One-Arrival<a href="http://michellemomof7.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-got-in-trouble-hotel-cinderella.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">**Edited** Please read this post before you read this.</span></a><br /><br />I awoke to my blaring alarm at 5:00 am. I had to get the rest of the car loaded and get ready for work. Alex helped me load the car and I made it to work on time, at 8:30. I was already tired!<br /><br />I got off at 1:30 and Luke brought the kids to my office so we could jump on the interstate from there. It was 2:00 before we got everyone situated in the van and got on the road. We made great time, even stopping for dinner at Steak 'N' Shake and stopping for gas. I had told Denise that we would be there at 9:00 pm, at the earliest. We arrived at exactly 9:00! I don't remember if we knocked, probably not because the Hotel Cinderella just isn't a formal, knocking kind of place. We walked in and were greeted by...wait for it...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">no one</span>! Yup, after 7 long hours on the road, no one was there. We called out a couple of times and then finally heard an angry voice from upstairs, complaining that we had arrived early and our room was not ready. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Are you kidding me????</span> Good thing I am so attached to the staff at this hotel or I would have skipped check in and driven straight back to Williamsburg.<br /><br />The kids and Denise eventually made their way downstairs, along with a therapist. After some hugging, Denise informed me that she was planning to have a stir fry for dinner, but her friend, Chris, was supposed to make it, but wasn't able to. I volunteered to make it, even though I've only made a stir fry once and had no idea what I was doing. I sort of <span style="font-style: italic;">had</span> to make it, anyway, because the stir fry ingredients were taking up a ton of room in the fridge and I needed to put things in there. The package of spinach was so huge it almost took an entire shelf! (I think this was when I found some moldy, black bananas in the fridge, but I didn't keep any notes about it, so I can't be sure.) Denise told me to cook anything that was green, so I did. First I had to cut it all, though. So...after what seemed like at least two hours, I had everything cut and in the wok. Had I known that I was going to be going into a sweat lodge so quickly after arrival, I would have worn my bathing suit. It was really, really hot and humid with that wok going! Remember, I've only made a stir fry once and I don't even remember much about it. I kept asking Denise when it was done and she kept saying, "maybe another minute". There were a lot of "minutes" involved. I don't think I did a very good job because she didn't finish it all and didn't eat the leftovers! She said it was good and although she doesn't spare my feelings often, she did this time.<br /><br />So, I serve the Queen her stir fry and she says, "Oh no, this isn't the fork I like. I can't use this one." She then proceeds to show me which forks (among the million and ten in the drawer) she can and cannot use. By this time I was pretty much wrung out, but I do remember something about flat ends and forks that had been through the garbage disposal. I just can't remember if she likes flat ends or doesn't like them. Then a few seconds after the fork lecture, I hear her say to Alex, "I don't want to be a bother." <span style="font-style: italic;">Are you kidding me????</span><br /><br />Lest anyone get the wrong idea, Denise is not <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> ungrateful! After I was<span style="font-weight: bold;"> done</span> cooking and she was sort of eating it, she said, "Thanks for making this. You really didn't have to." Oh, I almost forgot this part, when I finally finish cooking and am wiping the sweat from my brow, she says, "I'm<span style="font-weight: bold;"> so</span> tired." <span style="font-style: italic;"> Are you kidding me????</span> I was thinking, "I've only been here 1 hour and 37 minutes and I'm ready to go home!"<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOMYEcoiMdWF84-Hq7FqmdUBIOzjTgobNpiCLQtiDGy_87wZQ4i7sbjHjQcxwNcyBsmiVyYb-RyiMBOt9-ImfoeNsPiIViRN88YjBwti7gG2EljXRunRF5K4e_Sj7HaVg0gkK2SeyB3M/s1600/IMG_6023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFOMYEcoiMdWF84-Hq7FqmdUBIOzjTgobNpiCLQtiDGy_87wZQ4i7sbjHjQcxwNcyBsmiVyYb-RyiMBOt9-ImfoeNsPiIViRN88YjBwti7gG2EljXRunRF5K4e_Sj7HaVg0gkK2SeyB3M/s400/IMG_6023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630771099949640658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">J, Alex, Hannah, Shauna, GracieGirl, and E<br />July 2, 2011<br /></span></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-83847562144742919962011-07-17T14:54:00.003-04:002011-07-17T15:18:57.593-04:00My Rebuttal BlogThis is what Denise blogged about, just before my visit. She has most of these things correct, but there are a couple of items that I need to correct or clarify. :) <a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/michelle-is-coming-for-visit.html"> Here is a link to her actual post, in case you want to follow any of her links.</a>Denise's words will appear in blue and mine will be green.<br /><br /><h2 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="date-header"><span>Saturday, June 25, 2011</span></h2> <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" name="2570467674163969805"></a> <h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="post-title entry-title"> Michelle's Upcoming Visit </h3> <div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="post-header"> </div> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> Michelle is coming for a visit. She sweetly </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://michellemomof7.blogspot.com/2011/06/denise-is-washing-bob-builder-towels.html">posted on her blog</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">, wondering </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">why</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> she was looking forward to this visit, when I am officially the world's worst host. So, I'm going to explain why.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I met Michelle online around 12 years ago, on her transracial adoption group. She and I first met in person 10 years ago. We were vacationing in Virginia with my parents, celebrating </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2001/06/jj-turns-1.html">J's first birthday</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">. We'd agreed to meet, but she kept telling us how "busy" she was. We finally went to her house, literally after we'd checked out of our timeshare and were leaving to go home.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I might have been hurt by that, but I learned that she's as socially awkward as I am. Besides, her husband convinced her that I was an axe murderer.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> Okay, this is true, I did put her off until the last day. I'm not sure if I've even told Denise the whole truth about this, so she may be surprised, but here it is. Mike</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> did</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> think they might be axe murderers and that it wasn't safe to meet anyone in person, after meeting them on the internet. I felt that I knew Denise pretty well, though, and most people don't adopt different race kids just to be able to get involved in an internet group so they could meet people to murder! I </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">am</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> very socially awkward and was very nervous about meeting them. However, and here is the part I don't think I've told Denise or Nick, I was</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> terrified</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> that they would be annoying weirdos and if I met with them at the beginning of their trip, they would bug me the entire time they were in Williamsburg! As it turned out, we got along great and I would have loved to spend more time with them. </span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-michelle.html">Here's</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> an account of our first visit, and </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2001/06/williamsburg.html">here</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> are some pictures of my kids from that trip (E insists that the top pic is him!).</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">When I saw that picture, I thought it looked like E, too!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Since then, she's come to visit here several times, and we've gone to visit her. She named our house the Hotel Cinderella, implying that it's an awful place to stay. It is, but at least we let her stay in our hotel. Every time we go to Virginia, she makes us stay in a timeshare! And when we visit, she doesn't let us go upstairs or into her bedroom because she says that they're a mess. One time, she let me venture upstairs to the kids' bedrooms. Um yeah, she wasn't exaggerating. And there really </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">were</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> snow shovels propped against the walls for cleaning!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">The Hotel Cinderella is the best awful place I've ever stayed! However, I </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">do not</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> make them stay in a timeshare. They are always welcome to stay with us and we would prefer that, but they have allergies and we have 8 cats and a dog. Oh, and when my kids were little, we were a lot overwhelmed by issues, issues, and more issues. Their rooms were horrible! Keeping them even semi-clean was not a priority as we struggled minute by minute just to get through each day. Surprisingly, they have grown out of that and now keep very neat and clean rooms. No snow shovels necessary for quite a while now! The game room has been the exception, but they are even keeping that cleaner now. This last statement does not include Luke. You will probably see him on a future Hoarder's show. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">We've also vacationed together in </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-of-my-favorite-pictures.html">Ohio</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">, </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/adoption-rainbowfest-2002.html">Lancaster County</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">, Orlando, </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach.html">the beach</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">, and in the worst timeshare on the planet in Basye, Virginia. There are probably more places, but my memory cells have been destroyed. Michelle, on the other hand, can undoubtedly tell you where we went, when we went, how long we stayed, and how much the price of gas was then. That's where she and I differ.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">LOL! I do remember things that Denise does not, but she also refreshes my memory on a lot of things, so we work together perfectly.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I let Michelle stay at our luxury hotel because I can be myself with her. No matter how much of a mess I am, I can just be a mess; I don't have to pretend that I've got it all (or any of it) under control. My house is trashed, and that's just the way it is. The rugs are stained, the furniture torn, there are holes in the walls, and I can't walk through the yard without humming the theme to </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WqazleR3FE">Sanford & Son</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> (yes, I'm that old).</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">True, I </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">never</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> judge people on housekeeping or what they own or don't own.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">This is from a person who still attempts to alphabetize her spices, who used to have her clothes arranged by color and length in the closet, who never had a single weed in her garden, and who once was shocked when she visited a friend and saw dust on a table!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">There will be a mention of the spice alphabetization in one of my upcoming Hotel Cinderella blogs.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Yes, I've been humbled.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I never, ever thought I'd live like this, but there's no use fighting it. I'm learning lots of lessons in acceptance. This is my life right now. The destruction is inevitable, I physically can't fix it, and Nick only has time to focus on the major issues. The cosmetic stuff just has to wait.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">AMEN!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I digress.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Even though I am stressing just a bit because Michelle recently posted a really clean picture of her house and said that she turned over a new leaf, I'm still letting her see things as they are here. If she really has found the secret to keeping a clean house with destructive kids, I'm hoping she'll show up with her snow shovel and a dumpster and fill me in!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> This is where Denise outed me. I have been a closet snow shovel cleaner for many years and, apparently, I failed to tell her that it was a secret!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Anyway, I'm so excited that she's coming up, and I can't wait to laugh (even if it </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">is</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> at my expense!). And then we can go to the mall, and get our nails done, and get into all of the latest celebrity gossip...Oh, wait! She doesn't do any of that. No wonder we get along so well!</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> LOL! We </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">did</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> laugh, a ton! While much of the laughter </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">was</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> at Denise's expense, much was also at mine. Do wooden spoons ring any bells, Denise? No mall, although I visited Giant and Home Depot, sans Denise.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I could go on and on, but E just dumped a cup of water on me because he thought I wanted to take a shower.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Give me strength.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I guess my computer time is over.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Oh, and Michelle, my pizza cutter broke, so could you please bring yours? I still have your pizza pan from last time!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">;)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">P.S. Nick informed me that the ice maker </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">isn't</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> broken. How's that for enticement? Maybe you'll even show up early!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I forgot that you said this! As will be evidenced in future blog posts, I showed up </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">on time</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> and got in trouble!</span>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-21740695527944979622011-06-28T18:15:00.003-04:002011-06-28T18:22:07.938-04:00One Hour and Forty Five Minutes Left......To get ready for Hotel Cinderella. I only have a minute, but wanted to get this down while fresh in my mind.<br /><br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Accidentally</span> left Rebel out on porch when changing Hummingbird water. Got delayed in the house and heard knocking on the front door. Yes, knocking. The dog even barked. Opened the door and there was Rebel with her two front paws on the doorstep!<br /><br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Texted</span> a teenager:<br /><br />Me: Where are you?<br />Teen: At the park with So and So.<br />Teen: (30 seconds later) If my mom texts you, tell her I'm with you.<br />Teen: (20 seconds later) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JK</span><br />Me: BUSTED!!!!!<br /><br />Must finish packing, loading car and making dinner. Now have one hour and 40 minutes left!<br /><br />***Edited to add: Told Luke the story about Rebel. <br /><br />Luke: "I'd be more impressed if she rang the doorbell."<br />Me: "Me, too, since the doorbell is broken."Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-57845498030934673482011-06-23T17:23:00.001-04:002011-06-23T17:26:02.706-04:00Denise is washing the Bob the Builder towels!!!<a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/hotel-cinderella-take-3.html?showComment=1308864116879#c4904209843822199780">Denise is preparing for my visit next week!</a> By prepare, I mean she is on the computer blogging about it. There is no actual preparation. I still can't figure out why I'm looking forward to this trip!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-37270504012153836112011-06-21T19:31:00.004-04:002011-06-21T19:56:56.558-04:00So I Don't Get In Trouble!I don't have much time, but I wanted to do a quick post before I start getting yelled at by my only two fans! Not to mention any names, but they would be Denise and Mikey.<br /><br />Speaking of Denise, we are heading to the <a href="http://michellemomof7.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-hotel-cinderella.html">Hotel Cinderella</a> next Wednesday. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>! I'm really looking forward to it, even though it is called the Hotel Cinderella for a very good reason!<br /><br />Luke is now working at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Walgreens</span>. Someone robbed the pharmacy the other night, when Luke was working. Ugh! There have been a rash of robberies here, even though this is not a high crime town. At least it hasn't been a high crime town in the past! Several banks have been robbed in the last few months and several pharmacies. Two McDonald's were robbed within days of each other a few days ago. On my way home from work, I pass a bank and it had crime scene tape all around it. The police had the driveway blocked with squad cars and I saw a police officer entering the front door. He stopped to put gloves on before touching the door. I'm assuming it was robbed, but haven't seen anything on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">internet</span> yet. I hope they catch these criminal(s) soon, it is getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">scary</span>!<br /><br />Yesterday was my Mom's birthday and Drew was over, so we all went over to celebrate. We brought strawberry shortcake and had a great time.<br /><br />The mom of one of Hannah's friends died on Sunday and Hannah is attending the funeral tomorrow. I'm not sure how she died, but she was a year younger than me. I spent an hour or hour and a half with her about 6 weeks ago and she was depressed because her husband was divorcing her and she didn't want the divorce. I know she was an alcoholic, so I'm not sure if that had something to do with it. Hannah said she had been in and out of the hospital recently. It is very sad. Her daughter is a very nice girl, but already has some anger issues. She punched another girl in the face (the same night I talked to her mom) because they liked the same boy. Anytime is a bad time to lose a parent, but I think the teenage years are the worst. Nothing like making a difficult time even more difficult!<br /><br />We went to the beach last Friday, as I was off. It was a beautiful day and a lot of fun, except for the fact that Hannah was going through a rough time (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">euphemism</span> for manic) and was cranky and uncooperative. I don't feel like going into all the details, but she had been starting to go downhill as the last week of school approached. She stayed out until 11:00 on a school night last week (and only came home then because I went out and tracked her down). She was at the park behind our house (which closes at night) with two boys. They weren't doing anything but standing around and talking, but still. Alex went with me and we spied on them, so I know there was no funny business going on. We grounded her, of course, and she went out the next two days anyway. (She can never understand why she is grounded because, after all, she "only stayed out until 11:00 and she wasn't doing anything bad. It was OUR park, right behind the house!) We went and brought her home the first day, which she was not happy about. The second day, we went to find her again and this time she hid in a friend's house, the brother insisted she wasn't there. Boy did he manage to find her really quickly when I told him that I had reported her as a runaway and the police would probably be stopping by to look for her. Suddenly, he said, "well, um, maybe...just a minute...maybe she...(he looks behind the door while I hear a female voice telling him something-not Hannah), she isn't hear, but I will tell her to call you if she comes here." Within a minute or two, she called. Surprise, surprise! She refused to come home at first and her friend was furiously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">texting</span> me to please not send the police to her house. She finally came home after I assured her that the police were not going to pick her up on the way and put her in the squad car. When she got home, she started to rage. She didn't destroy anything or hurt anyone, thank goodness. We put the dog on the lease when it started and went out to the front of the house. She is much less likely to rage if neighbors can see her. She yelled a bit, but ultimately went inside and watched <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tv</span> for the rest of the night. That was on Friday, the first day off school for summer. She was better on Saturday, although she was very giddy, which is usually a sign she is ending her manic phase. She was quite good on Sunday and did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">abide</span> by the grounding for the whole weekend, which is very difficult for her! It has been, however, a very stressful week for me!<br /><br />I hope that all makes sense, as I was typing quickly and don't want to think about it anymore, so I'm not going to proofread!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-14346327171877430242011-06-12T17:23:00.004-04:002011-06-12T20:51:14.256-04:00Hannah's Eighth Grade Graduation and Dance<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX-qp8Y_nSyzPnmQFqmHVZzvjaagHUgBNrHVqHj51UBCMUp7dwwyvyNYQquPu7zTh1SRq_7FbvDkb0KR6hK7JtUvcxj6LhRurt-z1nNn0TfAUvQu91sCPt_tQVVtmyrRVb6DFpY58j64/s1600/A+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617499516422304882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX-qp8Y_nSyzPnmQFqmHVZzvjaagHUgBNrHVqHj51UBCMUp7dwwyvyNYQquPu7zTh1SRq_7FbvDkb0KR6hK7JtUvcxj6LhRurt-z1nNn0TfAUvQu91sCPt_tQVVtmyrRVb6DFpY58j64/s400/A+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Hannah ready for the 8th Grade Formal</strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkDOUV0TymMOXjccnLneafr-y6H1o5zgQpiCrxEXZAGL6WXGZG_lMiZDrqYF3wU_BAVtYVQ3DRGeb6Zv4hHsg0TYF0kqWbz1huUDCm-nfqXm4OsQIa7-_SuqNI6JWgQSIkor3VFAw55c/s1600/A+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617447554587297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGkDOUV0TymMOXjccnLneafr-y6H1o5zgQpiCrxEXZAGL6WXGZG_lMiZDrqYF3wU_BAVtYVQ3DRGeb6Zv4hHsg0TYF0kqWbz1huUDCm-nfqXm4OsQIa7-_SuqNI6JWgQSIkor3VFAw55c/s400/A+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Mommy, Daddy, and the Girls at the Graduation. Well, the Reflections Ceremony, to be specific! AKA a stepping up ceremony.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUqnhauSP059v4FQnPytbfoQ_itWnRwDYsNm6tF_PUmUTCmDClAqJtDiLzsLXixz1mjSNizW3-eWh56Qzc6hvusIionK7u2GXrxA26YO7asTrfpCel_4Aw40FOjPBPp8Y39LLHIrSVVw/s1600/A+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617447545755711202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUqnhauSP059v4FQnPytbfoQ_itWnRwDYsNm6tF_PUmUTCmDClAqJtDiLzsLXixz1mjSNizW3-eWh56Qzc6hvusIionK7u2GXrxA26YO7asTrfpCel_4Aw40FOjPBPp8Y39LLHIrSVVw/s400/A+022.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Gramma and Hannah</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPmb6je7Obuj-saf2nO154hH7glWCAXP_6e1ErPdEAvJwjTtKsuN_F5UfnRSU_ApPX4jKFFMmpazlZq3o7_7w_NtafvCwNj_5LNdJuMIxITSnT9zVuIlEYPRR2PwnzCG3sHxui3n2EM4/s1600/A+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617447544703860674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQPmb6je7Obuj-saf2nO154hH7glWCAXP_6e1ErPdEAvJwjTtKsuN_F5UfnRSU_ApPX4jKFFMmpazlZq3o7_7w_NtafvCwNj_5LNdJuMIxITSnT9zVuIlEYPRR2PwnzCG3sHxui3n2EM4/s400/A+025.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Hannah's flowers</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_9wH7TDvPPN307xKpc2V_spZsk_ZiGy0omtz9Ic5dYz6xFDXDMsC7mLTX4WdYzwSx85it5Vd9LAiPosINtjcufZIiKoDbwVx8lOOW-mji5C_-VWLgFMizGMph59u1XjvMaRrP_K_g_k/s1600/A+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617447535610587506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp_9wH7TDvPPN307xKpc2V_spZsk_ZiGy0omtz9Ic5dYz6xFDXDMsC7mLTX4WdYzwSx85it5Vd9LAiPosINtjcufZIiKoDbwVx8lOOW-mji5C_-VWLgFMizGMph59u1XjvMaRrP_K_g_k/s400/A+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>Another Dance Photo</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-18184363562403906682011-06-12T17:16:00.003-04:002011-06-12T17:23:04.888-04:00Former Blogger...My You-Know-What!Someone, not to mention any names, (Denise) stated in <a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/rambling-acceptance-handing-it-over.html">this blog</a> post that I am a former blogger. I beg to differ. I am a lazy and busy blogger, not a former blogger! Yes, there is a difference, not much of a difference, but a difference non-the-less. <br /><br />I tried to comment on Denise's post, but blogger wouldn't let me, so Denise, here is part of my comment. The rest of my comment will follow when I am there, in person, to discuss it all with you!<br /><br /><a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/2011/06/rambling-acceptance-handing-it-over.html">Don't worry, I'm bringing my snow shovel when I check into the Hotel Cinderella on the 29th!<br />I've turned over a new leaf with my house. Just hoping that I don't turn it back the other way anytime soon. WWACPD? is my new motto. Will fill you in on that when I see you in two weeks. Hang in there until then!!!<br />From the Former Blogger!</a>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-91926936278726790812011-05-15T16:16:00.002-04:002011-05-15T16:41:18.913-04:00Mother's Day 2011We had a wonderful Mother's Day this year. We went with my Mom, my sister, brother-in-law, and two of my nieces to pick strawberries. We took the ferry across the James River and got really lucky to get right on, considering the two largest ferries are both out of commission. It was a beautiful day to pick strawberries! Not too hot and a bit overcast, so we were very comfortable. Strawberry picking in Virginia can get really hot! The picking wasn't perfect because Friday and Saturday were very busy days at the farm and we had to look pretty hard for strawberries that were totally red, but we managed just fine. Sydnee and Hannah were especially good at finding really red ones. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFP8CZB-BF5Y7RkVwn8LwEj-IfK7xL9M2mt2VfCFKRI9VJsUa_rxlTqfEUXI1giPWBljJQiugjGqGBoK1acEPai7_oQDxMgjtDus9DldnFRPTC8nTDGfWWnYlIVUZX6Tcb6YXD7GqJno/s1600/IMG_5320.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFP8CZB-BF5Y7RkVwn8LwEj-IfK7xL9M2mt2VfCFKRI9VJsUa_rxlTqfEUXI1giPWBljJQiugjGqGBoK1acEPai7_oQDxMgjtDus9DldnFRPTC8nTDGfWWnYlIVUZX6Tcb6YXD7GqJno/s400/IMG_5320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040754464752546" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mike, Me, Tricia<br />Shauna, Hannah, Gramma, Tatum, Sydnee<br /></span></div><br />After we had over-filled our baskets, we headed off to the barn to pay for them and get some homemade strawberry ice cream cones. The ice cream was incredible! We had a ton of fun, with lots of laughing and joking round. My Mom suggested that we make this a Mother's Day tradition, so I hope the weather cooperates next year. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNg8m3movk0QYG1cZ2AJyIG8bHsYcNklmda0vwU1BHHJWVVCjrMbVl-YKmE7A6ED_DrFIrOdFcUMdLg0EylD8ysmZn_LbJIKlhN55wKjIs3OCPqs4Rl9bvQnAdCw9rmHv64crF_R4tjw/s1600/IMG_5312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsNg8m3movk0QYG1cZ2AJyIG8bHsYcNklmda0vwU1BHHJWVVCjrMbVl-YKmE7A6ED_DrFIrOdFcUMdLg0EylD8ysmZn_LbJIKlhN55wKjIs3OCPqs4Rl9bvQnAdCw9rmHv64crF_R4tjw/s400/IMG_5312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040750707344274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I asked Tatum if I could take a picture of her with her basket. She refused until I told her that it was for Wrigley and she ran right over to do it! She and Wrigley have become best buddies.<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBkrVc30QyZ0zcyp1RdyeOiUksbprH9qWND3a4jeCBDGYgHQVtooVn9PapwKCtuDczgWTbWeK-pveCR27YfBiyG1CTb2qUFd3JKE7xJzSP4ujaze-HIB25HSBxLgFKblLjtp8u4pO5z4/s1600/IMG_5315.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdBkrVc30QyZ0zcyp1RdyeOiUksbprH9qWND3a4jeCBDGYgHQVtooVn9PapwKCtuDczgWTbWeK-pveCR27YfBiyG1CTb2qUFd3JKE7xJzSP4ujaze-HIB25HSBxLgFKblLjtp8u4pO5z4/s400/IMG_5315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040749899855874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shauna, Hannah, Gramma, Tatum, Sydnee</span><br /></div><br />The only down side to the day was that when I got out of the van upon arriving home, I could barely walk. I have Plantar Faciitis and it was acting up, big time. This is the worst I've ever had it and I had to use a crutch to get from my bed to bathroom (about 10 feet) that night. In the morning, I was forced to call work and tell them I couldn't come in. This was my first sick day and I hated it! I wanted to go to work, but there was just no way I could possible carry the baby around and do the things I need to do for her. Luckily, by the next day, the pain had eased up quite a bit and I was able to go back. My bosses are the greatest! They offered me the use of a wheelchair, which I, in complete Denise-style stubbornness, refused. I did agree to take it easy, though. I was off on Friday, as they were going to a conference, and I started having quite a bit of pain, again, that afternoon. As of today, it is better, but still painful at times. I really need to get new shoes and some good arch supports. I plan to do that this week before we go camping next weekend. More on that later.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDNnaFU7RibSWPtmtz2KllVNRtZbKAXT3HbT-9uU9nVzsa9l_Ys2GBl5PNBYJjMEs9G308yXZ6vRDCz-yCEpV81QneLXAsppt-Y99N4RjpalxYDc0hxmyAkExQmXn_fzxWiFI3p-iWc/s1600/IMG_5309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDNnaFU7RibSWPtmtz2KllVNRtZbKAXT3HbT-9uU9nVzsa9l_Ys2GBl5PNBYJjMEs9G308yXZ6vRDCz-yCEpV81QneLXAsppt-Y99N4RjpalxYDc0hxmyAkExQmXn_fzxWiFI3p-iWc/s400/IMG_5309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040742229476626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hannah and Shauna<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaOIZ0VA0RxXrQR7rzVBXlQzsx0IV0JbT27VR_ZwCMGglVEAPNYS-ms21f-_hO2Pni83UT7lF50A8S8cPDBwpObAH9VlpKRWRMnodlurq2_Et0uIWex1X_ljmYBtleSadFq3nYXmudJY/s1600/IMG_5322.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaOIZ0VA0RxXrQR7rzVBXlQzsx0IV0JbT27VR_ZwCMGglVEAPNYS-ms21f-_hO2Pni83UT7lF50A8S8cPDBwpObAH9VlpKRWRMnodlurq2_Et0uIWex1X_ljmYBtleSadFq3nYXmudJY/s400/IMG_5322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607040759337883842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tim and the Girls</span><br /></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-62380693075394171142011-05-13T16:22:00.002-04:002011-05-13T16:24:51.552-04:00Quotes of the DayThese are both Stephen B. quotes of the day, I seem to get quite a lot of these. <br /><br />Stephen: "Mrs. S., look at my fly, it's broken."<br />Me: "That is a sentence I never want to hear again."<br /><br />Me: "Drive carefully and don't speed."<br />Stephen: "I won't. I promise I'll go zero miles per hour on the ferry."Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-17693151233445758332011-05-13T16:07:00.002-04:002011-05-13T16:14:49.021-04:00Ice Cream, Anyone?Shauna was texting a friend. She asked, "Is it Baskin in Robins or Basket of Robins?" I was laughing too hard to answer, but after a minute or two, Alex was able to get out, "Neither, it's Baskin-Robbins!"<br /><br />Hmm, I guess we need to go out for ice cream more often. I wonder if Basket of Robins has an early bird special?Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-4593114813746617252011-05-10T07:53:00.002-04:002011-05-10T08:11:33.452-04:00The BIRDS are so annoying this yearrr! Ugh<span style="font-weight: bold;">The title of this post comes straight from Alex's Facebook status. He posted that a couple of days ago and after doing a bit of talking back and forth, Alex, Shauna, and I realized just why the birds are driving him crazy. It seems that some woodpeckers have pecked a hole in our house, in the eaves, right between Alex and Shauna's windows. They have, apparently, pecked completely through and are now residing in one of our attics. Mikey will be thrilled to read this, as I haven't told him about this yet. We just figured it out last night.<br /><br />Shauna texted me this morning, telling me that she didn't need me to wake her up, since the woodpeckers had already done so. We talked about it this morning and Shauna's ideas were: 1. Call Animal Control. When I explained that Animal Control wouldn't come out to remove woodpeckers from our attic, she said, "well, what the heck are they there for, then?" (Good question, as there is a lot they won't do!) 2. "Dad can go in the attic and close up the hole. He can just swat at the birds if they try to attack him. Maybe he should use a pillow for head protection."<br /><br />I'm thinking that Alex's ideas for getting rid of the woodpeckers might include poison and BB guns, seeing as he is losing quite a bit of sleep. As a teenager who can never get enough sleep, they are really making him suffer!<br /><br />A post about Mother's Day and why I took my first sick day from work yesterday to follow.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxb2oWqp8qrQDDBCHpzhe66k-p1RJgRPbvMfIKvpTXnujz_8DSlFb9Z6R_eBqu4WJPkiOdwa1Fnhx2cB7MnkNJsTXIpvgQ_sz4yoPX9YjUkbvt9Kr6hFeX_V_yQ8VB0MvisGoushISUk/s1600/red_bellied_woodpecker_glamour.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxb2oWqp8qrQDDBCHpzhe66k-p1RJgRPbvMfIKvpTXnujz_8DSlFb9Z6R_eBqu4WJPkiOdwa1Fnhx2cB7MnkNJsTXIpvgQ_sz4yoPX9YjUkbvt9Kr6hFeX_V_yQ8VB0MvisGoushISUk/s400/red_bellied_woodpecker_glamour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605058798689466834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-29302477637237271402011-05-05T15:24:00.002-04:002011-05-05T15:30:38.162-04:00And the Capitals lose...Mike had tickets for the Capitals playoff game this Saturday. However, they had to win at least one of four games in order for the game to happen. Unfortunately, they lost all four games! That means instead of spending a romantic weekend with my husband in DC and enjoying a fun Caps game, I will be staying in Williamsburg and doing projects around the house. Ugh! The bright spots are that I will save the gas money I would have spent driving to DC and I will get to spend Mother's Day with the kids. We are going to take the ferry across the river and go strawberry picking with my sister, her husband and kids, and my mom. Should be a fun day, unless it rains!<br /><br />Luke has been getting very few hours at work lately, since his store decided to hire way more cashiers than they need. He is interviewing at a different store today. Hopefully, he will get the job and more hours.Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-69249301725384526142011-05-05T15:10:00.004-04:002011-05-05T15:22:45.646-04:00More Birthday Party Pictures<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxelcNsNOWojGCEjzlL6fCNctkQ8EP-QjV4cEQ71w9s6A6Xa7JmSqXlfQ4KiLFRwoqTFFV4RatqLdrxa8jTZqgssLNMn2Bv8nHdlrydqPH7FgwhqkjbGZj-8aFIWV57f0U0iVb8r1Msss/s1600/IMG_3490.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxelcNsNOWojGCEjzlL6fCNctkQ8EP-QjV4cEQ71w9s6A6Xa7JmSqXlfQ4KiLFRwoqTFFV4RatqLdrxa8jTZqgssLNMn2Bv8nHdlrydqPH7FgwhqkjbGZj-8aFIWV57f0U0iVb8r1Msss/s400/IMG_3490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603314109802940946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mikey, Janine, Jack<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YLo0giqZZfCij_lRvqm1HCGwf4_VrQABNo-NmjFVdBkTqNb8dqveDCnRljZEqNGUC_1e3NIhEWzfnU3Wrt0FbugwuxeZRU0B2qzj8KbSgrsmq20_Eg4fFSxLeXtGIFKlYAM7ctXtQpM/s1600/IMG_3493.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3YLo0giqZZfCij_lRvqm1HCGwf4_VrQABNo-NmjFVdBkTqNb8dqveDCnRljZEqNGUC_1e3NIhEWzfnU3Wrt0FbugwuxeZRU0B2qzj8KbSgrsmq20_Eg4fFSxLeXtGIFKlYAM7ctXtQpM/s400/IMG_3493.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603314096690434914" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Luke, Drew, and Jack, enjoying their stuffed pizza. Andrea is in the background, hiding from the camera!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslLwZt1nXck8HNENdPj7OUeXMuwj1w2HLhVh_j41NsFud1idw0ER-_w_ARtJwi2C_v8OUIh0nPXQRrK92PhEnkZO5HdJrHfzm4BtsgOFsNGBeRsncX-iOa5065M-g0EJVRb_gB1qCkeQ/s1600/IMG_3485.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslLwZt1nXck8HNENdPj7OUeXMuwj1w2HLhVh_j41NsFud1idw0ER-_w_ARtJwi2C_v8OUIh0nPXQRrK92PhEnkZO5HdJrHfzm4BtsgOFsNGBeRsncX-iOa5065M-g0EJVRb_gB1qCkeQ/s400/IMG_3485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603314093391873218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mike and Michelle<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQmzEWtB1fs8F-s-4t4teiU84t8SNb070P7uyMhRVMZCkKmfLAkk7jJ0qrz55lviG9-twNExm8qJATcacS009VhV4VlNZXZk0JT85WjUmE0cjb6oi8mTf4ei7aMP2Trt3E06wvEUn_yk/s1600/IMG_3484.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQmzEWtB1fs8F-s-4t4teiU84t8SNb070P7uyMhRVMZCkKmfLAkk7jJ0qrz55lviG9-twNExm8qJATcacS009VhV4VlNZXZk0JT85WjUmE0cjb6oi8mTf4ei7aMP2Trt3E06wvEUn_yk/s400/IMG_3484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603312510188971266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drew and Luke<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlnbk38DaRiQ369ZJPriHaRZSOh_srJ7g7V2MwqsSfjKMk009ATUZbDkFCdlVx9nHdadUmtGzcp_9BwuFyvxijTSFqKaRQgmHHyZxEcjVXb3i5oaLRhmMZCHe9zX-EvAuXIfY0lE9nCI/s1600/IMG_3483.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJlnbk38DaRiQ369ZJPriHaRZSOh_srJ7g7V2MwqsSfjKMk009ATUZbDkFCdlVx9nHdadUmtGzcp_9BwuFyvxijTSFqKaRQgmHHyZxEcjVXb3i5oaLRhmMZCHe9zX-EvAuXIfY0lE9nCI/s400/IMG_3483.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603312507677998866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The Twins" Jack and Mike<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGRj0vh__uyyll3kbgol-Wg5kmps9AATJWoohG-lTIzberW8s6v1Z2YlxlLl4EmEdJBQ5wUzn_Wl7F6xXY1pSty-tQj5aYUt3_VrFt5G_JEIX9V_wrmzlykXcYB1OZ3O-TqP_q_67kL0/s1600/IMG_3482.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGRj0vh__uyyll3kbgol-Wg5kmps9AATJWoohG-lTIzberW8s6v1Z2YlxlLl4EmEdJBQ5wUzn_Wl7F6xXY1pSty-tQj5aYUt3_VrFt5G_JEIX9V_wrmzlykXcYB1OZ3O-TqP_q_67kL0/s400/IMG_3482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603312500642263858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Family Room and Kitchen<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8CLgCgEuk3LKwkTRVHVfGNIirg_YllspJ7na_4BDkD4FndEm2gtcAgo_f4tVDOqDX4-R_POMOWE-CTGQFgeq8gUeU6WrZIyoVSqcaVx5QtqEuvRsxriHdR1QqN2lall5UrOu8DVDzZjU/s1600/IMG_3470.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8CLgCgEuk3LKwkTRVHVfGNIirg_YllspJ7na_4BDkD4FndEm2gtcAgo_f4tVDOqDX4-R_POMOWE-CTGQFgeq8gUeU6WrZIyoVSqcaVx5QtqEuvRsxriHdR1QqN2lall5UrOu8DVDzZjU/s400/IMG_3470.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603312494427251154" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shauna, Hannah, Sydnee, and Tatum<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67zjefsa2UK1Wj5MY_9VhhXb9amzwVmsk_ODQ7wuJirqyWhDFWd0KwO5x_QZZ-2YwHzpZp30tv9FvBUsVtgPCntaXMAx3kzz-jB2A4Jpg41PQo6ugGgaJitGFn-DuYNYljeom4UO9fAg/s1600/IMG_3463.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67zjefsa2UK1Wj5MY_9VhhXb9amzwVmsk_ODQ7wuJirqyWhDFWd0KwO5x_QZZ-2YwHzpZp30tv9FvBUsVtgPCntaXMAx3kzz-jB2A4Jpg41PQo6ugGgaJitGFn-DuYNYljeom4UO9fAg/s400/IMG_3463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603312489453423218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another view of the decorated family room</span><br /></div>Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-34219133408951305382011-05-04T08:31:00.003-04:002011-05-05T15:10:12.576-04:00Please don't faint!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sH43wq_FpnJ5CuEPl3aFjABBBPKjbPBVYnMA_oeIHNlDozNzFPhpVHf2oFpP0YA8c-DTyKkm_hXmBLTOwys2IrGGrbXCUxCUbHNZuw14hgsehtpnmDkm6TkvyAmge6t06LYa2bx2794/s1600/IMG_3489.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sH43wq_FpnJ5CuEPl3aFjABBBPKjbPBVYnMA_oeIHNlDozNzFPhpVHf2oFpP0YA8c-DTyKkm_hXmBLTOwys2IrGGrbXCUxCUbHNZuw14hgsehtpnmDkm6TkvyAmge6t06LYa2bx2794/s400/IMG_3489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603311313726477154" border="0" /></a><br />What a great weekend we had! Mikey had his 50th birthday on the 25th, but he was in DC that day. Jack, Janine, and Andrea were coming down for the weekend, so we planned a surprise party for him on the 28th. Although he had some suspicions, he had forgotten about them by the time he walked in the house on Friday. We decorated the house and six of the kids were there, plus my mom, sister and her kids. I ordered pizza from Giordano's in Chicago and that was a huge hit. Pizza from Chicago is the absolute best, no matter what is said about New York pizza! While I would have loved some delicious thin crust, as well, stuffed is the only kind that can be delivered and it was delicious. We also had a delicious yellow cake with milk chocolate frosting which is Mikey's favorite, thanks to Janine. I made Jenni's Cherry Cheesecake (if you're reading this Jen, I make this quite often and everyone loves it!), although we had strawberries and blueberries on the side, instead of the cherries. We all pitched in a bought an ipod, docking station, and itunes card for Mike. Unfortunately, the ipod went through China, Japan, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Alaska, and New Jersey before finally arriving in Williamsburg four days after the party. I will post pictures that our official birthday photographer, Janine, took for us.<br /><br />My job is going great. I cannot express how much I LOVE it! I take care of a now-15 month old baby girl and she is awesome! I had a feeling I would like this job, but I had no idea that I would fall completely in love with this little girl and that she would become like part of my family. Her parents are fantastic, kind, and wonderful. They are so understanding of my family issues and so considerate of my needs. Whenever I need time off, I can have it. Whenever I need to schedule around doctor, orthodontist, or other appointments, they find a way to accommodate me. I could not ask for a better place to work. The best part is when the baby, L, practically jumps into my arms when she sees me and puts her head on my shoulder and gives me a giant hug each day! No matter how much stress I am going through at home, I can walk into work and have an instant stress reliever in my arms.<br /><br />We also do fun things at the office. There are three other women who work there. They are all very nice. The doctors bring lunch in once a month and take us out to a nice restaurant for special occasions, such as some one's six year anniversary working there and Administrative Assistant's Day. We have also begun doing holiday exchanges. Normally, I would hate that. It is so stressful, trying to find things for someone you work with when you don't really know their preferences too well. However, our exchanges have fun rules. We have done Valentine's Day so far and today is our Easter Exchange. We pull names and then pick a date for at least a week after the holiday. The rules are that the gifts cannot cost more than $6 and they have to be purchased on clearance, after the holiday. They must also include at least some candy. It is so much fun to shop around and find the bargains!<br /><br />The kids are doing well. Drew moved to an apartment, with two friends, in Richmond about three months ago. We miss him, but he is doing great and loving living on his own. I have to admit that although I miss him, things are a lot less stressful, for me, now that he is gone. It is really hard to have an adult child living in the house. They want to do their own thing and make their own rules, which don't always mesh with my rules.<br /><br />Jack is loving his job in Philly and has been there almost a year now. Janine is set to graduate from Radiology School in August and then start a mammogram program.<br /><br />Steven is still in jail (not sure if I ever blogged about that!). He has been in since June 23rd and is doing fantastic! It was amazing to watch his transformation, as his brain slowly began to clear, the longer he was away from drugs and alcohol. He has been in the "good behavior pod" since early September and has been working 6 days a week in the kitchen. He just got approved for work release last week, which means he will be allowed to go out and work at a regular job every day, returning to jail when he is done. He has a couple possible jobs in mind, we are just working on the details at this point. When he is released, which will be either in the beginning of August or the beginning of September, he will go straight to a long-term rehab program. He will be there for 14-18 months. He hates it when I say this, but getting sent to jail is the best thing that has happened to him.<br /><br />Alex is still very busy with his drama. He just finished the high school play and is involved in two more productions at the moment. He is almost ready to get his driver's license and is taking Spanish and American Sign Language at school.<br /><br />Hannah's behavior has improved in many ways. Her rages are becoming much further apart, instead of daily, as they used to be. She is slowly (very slowly) learning how to control herself and monitor her own behavior. We have a lot of ups and downs, but she is more and more often showing us mature, rational behavior. She will never be "normal", but I will take as close as we can get!<br /><br />Shauna is as sweet as always. She has been having issues with severe abdominal pain and missed three days of school last week. She was diagnosed with a reflux disorder and has been doing better since being on medication. She is also a teenager and has her moments of talking back and getting mad at us, but she is still on the low end of "the teenage moodiness" scale. She has a ton of friends at school and has really started to go out a lot more to hang out with them. For those who know her, I have often had to put a few sticks of dynamite under the couch, just to get her to actually move off of it!<br /><br />Time to get ready for work now. (Smile!) Did anyone notice that I didn't mention how I haven't blogged in forever???? Yeah, just thought I would jump right back in and pretend that I blogged yesterday.Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-88511088045085496802010-08-02T20:52:00.002-04:002010-08-02T20:56:19.677-04:00Super QuickeyThe job is great, the baby is awesome! It was a fun, relaxing day. The woman who has been taking care of her stayed with me today and will do so again tomorrow. She is so nice and we got along very well and had plenty to talk about, so it wasn't awkward at all. That was nice since we were sitting in the same small room for five hours. She told me that the doctors I work for are fantastic, which I had gathered from my experience with them, but it was nice to have it confirmed. I'm looking forward to tomorrow!<br /><br />For the Hotel Cinderella fans, don't despair, a post is in the works!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-21624197316874929472010-08-01T17:49:00.002-04:002010-08-01T17:56:43.008-04:00New JobI am starting my new job tomorrow. I can't wait. The only bad thing is that I don't have my schedule for Friday and I might miss Alex's end of Shakespeare Camp performance. I will be working either from 8:30-1:30 or 11:30-4:30 each day. If I get morning duty on Friday, I will be fine, but if I get afternoon, I will miss his play. At least I now have a video camera and can have someone record it for me, since my mom gave me one for Christmas.<br /><br />Since Drew and Luke are in Chicago until Tuesday night, I have to coordinate rides when I'm at work. Luckily, a neighbor is attending, also, so we are going to car pool. Thank goodness!<br /><br />Can't wait to spend the day with my new baby tomorrow!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-72278800451827440782010-07-22T20:58:00.002-04:002010-07-22T21:09:04.011-04:00PackingWell, I am leaving for the Hotel Cinderella in less than 24 hours. I don't have one thing packed or even ready to be packed. And you know how the HC works, you have to bring your own food and other supplies, so I still have that to do. Then I get home from being at Alex's play performances all day and find that Denise has <span style="font-style: italic;">finally</span> decided to read my blog and comment on posts that are from so long ago I had to read them again to refresh my memory! Does she think I really have time to read and publish all of her comments when I am supposed to be dressing in my rags and packing up my cooking and cleaning supplies? Ugh! That isn't too high maintenance, is it??? The comments were pretty funny, though, so I guess I will let her slide this time!Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368763679358776727.post-42353173879332512072010-07-21T15:45:00.005-04:002010-07-21T16:01:44.927-04:00For MikeySo...Mikey has been bugging me about not posting. Well, more like bugging me to post! Here is a quicky. Alex has been in a theater camp for the past three weeks. He is playing Aladdin in their production of Aladdin on Thursday. The last day of camp is Friday and we will be heading up to Philadelphia to visit Nick and<a href="http://laughingburnsmorecaloriesthancrying.blogspot.com/"> Denise</a>, as well as Jack and Janine. We can only stay for a few days because we have to be back on Tuesday because Drew and Luke are going to Chicago and we can't leave the dog at home alone. It will be a quick trip, but I'm sure we will have a great time! <a href="http://michellemomof7.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome-to-hotel-cinderella.html">Who wouldn't have a great time at the famous Hotel Cinderella???????</a><br /><br />I have to take Luke and Stephen B. to register for college on Friday. Ugh, that should be fun, as anyone who has ever spent time with Luke and Stephen B. should know. Today Stephen B. asked me how they make a penis for people who have sex change operations! Oy. They just left here, after arguing with me for an hour about getting up early on Friday to be at the school by 8:00 am.<br /><br />I quit my job! Yes, the job that I loved. Yes, I really did love it, but I also hated some things about it. I loved the work and the babies and loved, loved, loved my co-worker, Nelma. We are now the best of friends. The problem was that I was gone from home for 50 hours per week. Another issue was that when I was hired, the director assured me that getting time off for trips with Mike, family trips, IEP meetings, and doctor appointments for me and the kids wasn't going to be a problem. At first it wasn't, but then she decided that she didn't want people taking time off. I was very sick with bronchitis and missed three days of work because I was not only too sick to work, but also contagious. The director and owner were mad at me for that. It didn't matter that I would have gotten the babies sick or passed out while carrying one of them, they still wanted me there. They have plenty of substitutes, so that isn't the problem. In the 5 months that I was working there, 10 out of 12 people left. Does that tell you anything?<br /><br />The good news is that I found a way better job! I will be making a lot more money and babysitting for one little girl (instead of up to 13 babies at once!). She is 5 months old and has Down syndrome. I am so excited and can't wait to start on August 2nd. Plus it is only for 4-5 hours per day, so I have plenty of time for appointments and other things I need to get done. The baby is adorable and I know I'm going to love caring for her.Mom of 7http://www.blogger.com/profile/13576194791873523220noreply@blogger.com5