MySpace blog from August 2007

This is another blog from August of 2007. I had hurt my back and this was an update!

So. My back is doing much better. I'm not taking any more mind altering drugs. But I have to tell you one story from my most recent back being out episode. Mark hauled me to the doctor who gave me scripts for Vicodin and Vallium. I proceeded to come home and take one of each just as the directions stated. About 30 minutes later, I started floating towards the ceiling and I knew the ceiling fan was going to cut me to little pieces. I frantically screamed for Morgan in a slurred voice that she barely understood and made her laydown with her arm across me and her head on my sholder so we could both nap without any danger of being cut up! I would like to warn you all, drugs are bad. They seem to make one very light and bouyant! I would suggest keeping around something with some weight to it (55 pounds at least) if you are going to mix these two in particular!

MySpace Blog from August 2007

I found these two blogs that I just thought were funny! Enjoy!

August 27,2007 So. You might all remember that I was very excited that Shawn signed up for Tiger Cubs and that Mark was pretty excited as well. Well, we had our first event, a bicycle rodeo and ice cream social. It was fun. Morgan was a bit of a pain because we didn't take her bicycle (didn't know we could). But then my world took a little spin. Get this. Did you know that once a year or maybe more often they have a FAMILY campout. Did I say that loud enough, FAMILY!!! So, I most politely told Mark that I thought he and Shawn and Morgan would have a great time. He most politely told me that Family meant the WHOLE family and that he really thinks I should go too. It would be a much better experience for the kids of we were both there! The ground. I have to sleep on the ground. With bugs and stuff. OMG. What was I thinking??

I received several comments from friends and family with helpful advice and encouragement so this next blog was written a few days later.

In response to all of you that seem to think that taking an air mattress, pillows and bug spray will somehow make sleeping on the ground in a tent, with a bunch of creepy crawlies okay, I have one word for you: BAH
I've camped before. I'm not a camping virgin. I remember how HOT it was when I woke up around 10am the next morning and sun was beating on the tent walls. I was practically baked! Course, I was also hung-over and dehydrated! I remember coming out of the woods with welts the size of a softball from the bloodsucking mosquitos that grow larger around camp grounds (probably from the steady supply of fresh blood). I remember the noises in the night. Howling, scratching, sniffling, hooting, then lots of ripping, teraring and screaming.. . ohh..wait...that one was just a dream. But anyway, I'm not to be persuaded. I will promise to go into this one with an open mind and see what happens! But I also promise that if this sucks, poor Shawn will be motherless when it comes to camping out until "someone" buys me a pop-up with air!

MySpace Blog from November 2007

Here is another blog that I wrote in 2007 on Myspace and although it makes me cry each time I read it, I don't want to lose it. You don't have to read it if you don't want to. It's upsetting.

So, Morgan just broke my heart. She came out here about 15 minutes ago sobbing. She could hardly talk. Tears were streaming down her face. She finally got out that she couldn't sleep because she was worried about what would happen to her and Shawn if Daddy and I died. Who would take care of them if they were still little kids? I comforted her more than I ever have before. Just sat here holding her tight and rocked her and told her that her Daddy and I weren't going anywhere any time soon. She calmed down finally. She blew her nose and went to bed. I told her to think about hanging up the Christmas lights this weekend and what presents she wants for Christmas. And now I'm the one sitting out here crying. Damn. Why does being a parent have to hurt so much some times?

From February 2008 - 1st Grade

This little blog was born February of 2008. I posted it on MySpace originally, but I wanted to post it here so I don't lose it when I cancel MySpace.

I wanted to share this little e-mail that Shawn's teacher sent to me about a conversation that she started and then overheard continuting later in the day between Shawn and a little girl in his class. I cried. Some of you have seen this already, but I wanted the rest of you to see it too. I think it is priceless!
E-mail from teacher:
Today we discussed what relatives are. It can be quite confusing at 7, I'll tell you.
Someone said, "Well, a relative is anyone you love."
I tried to explain that I love the students, but they're not related to me.
Someone said, "Well, if they are your relative, then you love them."
So this spiraled into a new conversation… and someone said, "I love all of my relatives."
Shawn said, "You do? How? You just love everyone?"
She said, "Well, we love them. We just do. I mean, I love my mom. Don't you love your mom?"
He said, "Well, yes, I love my mom, yes."
She said, "Right, and you love your dad, right?"
Shawn said to her, "Yeah, but I do not love my mom or my dad just like I love other people."
She said, "Well, right, because he's your dad and she's your mom."
Shawn said, "No, I mean, I love my cat. I love my guinea pigs, but I love my dad like… [Long pause]… Superman or something."
The girl said, "SUPERMAN? What? You love your dad like a cartoon?"
Shawn said, "No, not a cartoon… well, yeah, like, you know, a hero or something."

So. I love my little boy. He is special to me for sure.
Chelle