It all starts with small talk

A few days ago I made plans with my friend Kandice To meet up with another mom and Her Kids. I had never spent any time with the one mom and was interested to see what she was like. Kandice mentioned that it would be nice to have me there to make small talk. I agreed that it does make it easy to have someone your familiar with in a situation like that.

But later on that day I got thinking about my earlier conversation with Kandice. I looked over at Grace who was babbling away to her toys. I would hear the occasional word, Daddy...Mommy...ok... Babble Babble Babble. When she caught me watching her (which she often does) She gurgled out a sentence. (I have no idea she said, but I knew she was asking some sorta of question. Baby whisperer I am not.) And than I smiled. It all starts with small talk, doesn't it?

When we're babies, we work so hard to get out the simplest of sentences. We start out with small words first, than smaller sentences. Small Talk. But one thing you gotta give babies, they try and try and never worry about being embarrassed. And its funny, you know, we have to continue to make small talk for the rest of our lives. Sure we know bigger words and even bigger sentences but we have to work just as hard to come up with SOMETHING, anything, to say.

But How come when we "get bigger" it gets harder to make small talk. As a teenager, I could talk all day, to anyone who would listen (believe me, it was hard to find people who would want to listen). And mind you, I can still do that with people I know well. But when I have to introduce myself to someone, or be around someone I barely know, I get So awkward. The small talk seems impossible. And certainly not desirable. ha. My sentences get choppy. I forget what I was gonna say. I cut them off mid sentence. And than eventually wander away. My bravery as a baby went out the window with my pride. Humph.

But than all of my friends I have made since living in Alberta, all started with small talk. I didn't wow them with any impressive job. I didn't woo them with impressive things. I'm not overly good looking and I'm not even really funny. But I used what I had. Small talk. Small words and small sentences. Over time, I guess, somewhere along the way, My words got bigger and my sentences longer.

So today We took our kids on our play date. I put Grace down and she was off and running amongst all the other kids. And before I knew it Kandice and I were making small talk with the other moms. Nothing big. But than again, It all starts with small talk!

"friend 1st, boss 2nd, entertainer 3rd"

I wanted to start off by saying thank-you to all 11 followers! And Geoff for attempting to follow but failing to be smarter than the google machine. I'm happy to have you 11 (sorta 12), and a good friend once told me, for every one follower, there is 4 lurkers. And I do love a lurker.

Have you laughed today? Have you laughed much this week? Laughing for me is a necessity. If you cant laugh, life just isn't good. My best days usually are counted by how happy I was! Did I laugh till it hurt? Did I make anyone else laugh? Is there a way I can find to do both?

There are people that you can always count on for a good laugh. The best people in life are the ones that can see the humour in almost any situation. They can BE the joke once in a while. Most of my good friends are hilarious. I'm drawn to them. And I like all kinds of funny. Funny sarcastic. Funny stupid. Even funny sad. Funny sad? Things are so sad and just so pathetic that you gotta laugh. Did your baby really just poop in the tub? sigh... Did your car tire just go flat for the 5th time? (This is usually where all my humor stems from) If you can laugh and not take things too seriously, your ok by me (for what that's worth to you, ha)

A show I can watch over and over is the Office. Michael Scott(Steve Carell) comes out with these truly great lines, and he doesn't even know he's funny. I like people like that. I KNOW people like that. They entertain me. They say the most horribly funny things, its almost appalling. It makes you cringe and leaves you wanting to hear more. Michael Scott is the Pro at this... My favorite line, and perfect example of sad funny is this: "I love inside jokes. I'd love to be a part of one some day." -Michael Scott. If you haven't seen it before, check it out. You might thank me.

If you haven't been laughing, I sure hope you find something, or someone, to help. Maybe your looking too hard, or maybe your not looking hard enough... Dr Seuss has always been a favorite writer of mine. He's a classic. He knows how to say things so simply and yet, poetically. No Its not deep, not if you don't want it to be anyhow. But I will leave you with a quote that I found from the good Dr,

"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.”

And remember, there not laughing at you....

Fine China

Well Gracie Wanted up a few minutes before 8 today, so we have a long day ahead of us. On the RARE days she sleeps until 9, our day flys by. However, up before 8 and the day drags. So this morning, I brewed a cup and here I am. Gracie is watching Franklin, which I hate, because He is one bad turtle. Never listens to his mom.

This week we are house sitting for some friends, Dave and Trina. Watching there shitzu doggie, Purdy. Well If you have ever house sat, you know there is only so much to do at someone elses home. Yesterday, I had put Grace down for a nap, checked my e mail for the millionth time, and nothing good was on tv. I was so antsy.

I really dont know why I like to clean things up. And dont think for a minute I'm organized at home. I blame it on shows like clean sweep, or how clean is your house. I'm a firm believer in clearing out your closet every 3 months of clothes you dont wear. Sometimes I keep them stored in a bag until the next clear out. If i dont miss something, that bag goes out. A couple months ago, geoff was working a 13 hr shift, So i had put grace to bed and was watching tv and I thought, I should use my fancy china I had Inherited. That led into-- Hey I should clean out my cutlery drawer, oh and then theres that Junk drawer, op, and that Other Junk drawer. Hmmm, this cupboard is...awkward... and If i moved this here and that there... Well needless to say, making the life changing descion to use my country rose(never used before) royal albert china led into a 2 day organizing project... How did that happen?

So yesterday, I decided to organize the Brosseau Pantry. I had wanted to do a few things for them because I knew Trina would be laid up for a few days and she has a young family and they are BUSY. So I organized their pantry. Yes, it did cross my mind that Trina might be a little irratated that her stuff is now put where i think it should go, but i pushed that outta my mind and continued on. Two days ago I did there laundry and organized their tuperware drawer. I crossed a line a long time ago. No looking back now. Damage is done.

Did i mention Geoff has been taking the trailblazer everyday? And also that Grace as broke or torn apart more things than I can keep track of. Maybe my organizing can make up for... something.. anything. I dunno.

Well... thats all for now, I'll see what today turns out to be... If I'm lucky, someone will stop by for Tea and Grace and I can stop seeing double!

It ain't all bad

I was never too interested in being a good cook. Didn't care too much about cleaning. Haven't liked the mornings since I was 13. So needless to say when I got married I didn't have a whole lot to offer. Lord knows why he liked me.

A few things have changed- 5 years later. I would love to be a good cook. I have lots of good kitcheny "stuff", just not the "know how" to use them. But I do try! I love to clean(with the right amount of caffeine). But I still don't like the mornings. (why ofdoes Grace face love them so????) So 2 outta 3 ain't bad,right?

What made me think of this was, My sister Belinda called yesterday, and wanted MY butter chicken recipe. WHAT.. you want something from my Kitchen? I think I should start keeping that recipe to myself. What if some one takes it? I tried to keep the excitement to myself as I rattled off what I knew about MY recipe. I hung up the phone feeling pretty proud. Hmm, wonder if my sister wants some cleaning tips? Shes on her own if she needs help in the mornings..

But I do have a few things up my sleeves, Like my butter chicken recipe. I Can make 2 really good cakes (One being Chocolate Guinness cake, mmmm) I know some good appetizers,and Grace never ever complains about her scrambled eggs(that I make her EVERY SINGLE DAY)... SO It ain't all bad, I guess :)

If only I could learn how to love the mornings...And Trust me, Going to bed early, Is NOT the answer!!

When i see the lights of my hometown

Last night as I was driving to work, it was dusk, which is nice because it was 10 after 5 and I could still see light. I looked in my rear view mirror and couldn't believe what I saw. Edmonton city skyline. Not a big deal, right, especially if you live in or around Edmonton. But have you ever seen something a hundred times and then one day, barely recognize it? No Its not early stages of Alzheimers (although that isn't entirely impossible) I'm gonna tell you why this event isn't entirely uncommon for me...

My whole life I lived about 10 minutes out in the country on a whindey road, called Knightville. Looking at that name it almost sounds, um, storybook like, doesn't? I'll tell you it felt far from story book like. Not that I had a horrible life. Far from it actually. Nice home, 2 parents, smart sister, Great pets, Good neighbours. But to my horrible disgust, It took 10 WHOLE minutes to get to the nearest store (or when My bff drove 8). I always wanted to be in town. Conveince. ahhhh.

Well my teen years took a few unexpected turns and before I knew it I was on my way "out west" With a fairly broken heart(admittedly I did the breaking, but if only I had been a tiny bit smarter...) My Bff since I was in diapers, were on our way to Edmonton Alberta.

We loaded down her old Cavalier with all our clothes a few lamps, and coffee table. We had another girl follow along in her car as well. To make a long story short as possible- 3 girls, 2 break downs, one stop with friends, 1 stop to fix a car and 8 days later we were THERE. In one piece. But just Barely. Somewhere along the way I had become homeless... Long story.

I always say now, If I had know how hard it is to live 5000 km away from people you love and places you love, I could never of sat in that car and buckled up. I am so glad I was young and dumb and running for my life. My poor Poor parents.

So here I am, with sky scrapers in my rear view mirror, almost 9 years later. I have a mall less than 2 minutes away and a tim hortons even closer. I have lived downtown Edmonton, an hour outta Edmonton, 2 hours outta Edmonton and than, finally close enough to see Edmonton in my mirror daily. Convenience.

But sometimes, If the timing is right, its quiet enough, I'm sad enough, happy enough, or just plain ol' home sick, I can see Knightville road... Or the hill that over looks the lights of my home town. I can see Main street looking just like a post card. I can be on the blocks in the high school. Or lying in my old bed listening to my mom tinker in the kitchen. When suddenly, there's Edmonton skyline in my rear veiw, and I have no Idea how I could of gotten here...

How do 2 different places become your home? How can I feel so homesick for one place and be sooooo at home in another?

Well no time to think of that now, I think I'll treat me and my baby to a tim bit... Wanna meet us there? It'll only take me a minute....

It takes all night to get there

Why do mornings come so quick for me, when sometimes it takes all night to get there? Since high school i have had Huge sleeping issues. I could be awake all night and then desperately need it all day. At night I could of cooked, cleaned, done homework and whatever(I didnt, i was 17 and wanted to watch tv). I would watch the clock turn, ever soooo slowly and then about 5:30 fall asleep, only being woken at 7 to get ready for school. All day long, I'd dream(literally) about bed.

Almost 10 years later, not much has changed. Although, sometimes at night I do patter around the house, maybe writing letters or whatnot. But the night still drags on from 11pm until 5:30(ish) Can I just say how lonely it gets!? Sometimes I'm tempted to shake Geoff awake just so I have company. Sometimes I do try to wake him and he SLEEPS through the whole thing. Can I just say, My husbands biggest fear is not getting enough sleep. But when his face hits the pillow, in under 5 minutes hes soundly asleep? This is aggravating to my very core. How can he sleep knowing I'm still awake? Why isnt he as heart broken as I am that I'm still wide awake?

I have developed games and thoughts that I ues to help pass time in the night. Maybe these could work for some of my fellow insomniacs or for the person with to much caffenine running through there veins:

My all time favorite, Rearranging my home. Over and over. Right down to last detail. SOmetimes I redecorate. Sometimes i go big, sometimes I do it with things I already have in my house. Once after a night of not sleeping, I woke and started painting my bathroom. Looking back, not the best Idea I ever had. I was running on no sleep and not nearly enough caffine, oh and did I mention I had a tiny wee baby? About half way through I called geoff in tears and begged him to come home and help. He came home and finished. haha

My other one is (and No I dont recommend this one if your hoping to get to sleep) I run through characters from TV shows and try to remember there names- First and last. Sigh.

I think this is why my happy place is my bed. On a long hard day, I think of my bed. When I am forced to get up early, I think, Its ok, In a few hours I'll be back here. I am also a firm believer in having sheets you love! My Personal Favorite, Florals, with a crisp white duvet, or the opposite. I'm not too picky.

Bad day? Bad friend? Missing someone? Its ok. Only a few more hours and you can crawl under the covers and run for cover.

Dont look under the bed kids

I remember being about 4 or 5, sitting on my couch, watching a movie with my family and Pevlins. That movie scared the Jeebeeies outta me. I was forever afraid to be outside in the woods alone, never liked to stare out the car window as we passed dark forests, and never EVER looked under my bed. HARRY AND THE HENDERSONS. That movie forever changed my life. How does a kid survive living in the country when around every tree could be big foot!

I remember being paralyzed out of sheer terror when harry's face comes over the windshield. GASP! My Dad literally had to pick me off the couch (and the large, tan, pillow i had a death grip on!) and calm me down. I was young, yes, but I remember it clearly! It bothered me enough that when placed upon a statue of a gorilla I bawled (if i ever locate the pic, i will post it) My family thought this was amusing! Ha ha, I slept with mom and dad until i felt i was to old and then I bunked in with my sister(I don't know why I felt that was any different)

It wasn't until years later that the infamous movie was actually, wait for it, a comedy? A COMEDY, are you stinkin' kid
ding me? I fail to see the humor. That movie took the woods away from me. (and a little part of my youth) The worst? Dad used to to have naps with me and Belinda and he would tell us stories--about big foot. He would tell us he was under the bed ready to grab us if we got off! I would scream until mom would pick me off the bed and take me to the kitchen with her. oi! C'mon!

It gets better too. To break me of sneaking down the hall way at night to sleep with mom and dad when i was scared, dad would tell me that Bigfoot, or as some affectionately call him, harry, would be sleeping in front of there doorway. WHAT? He can get in our house?? Did it fix the problem? Nope, at night i would bolt down the hall, take a BIG step and fly into mom and dads bed. Phew, SAFE again.

Well, a friend, Ginny, bought me the movie a few months back. I am able to watch it and not stop breathing. And i can sleep with out Harry visiting my dreams. But, I will never like being alone in the woods. However, you just might catch my eyes wondering into the forests, just looking...

I just thought you should know

So this weekend was good. We got together with some friends to watch a couple of Hi-larious old comedies. Koodos to you, Mr. Carey. Just talking about your movies makes me smile...

Smile? Speaking of which, Are those laugh lines I see. When does one start to get those? Is 26 too early? Tell me its normal. Yup, Putting on my make-up to go out I squinted in the mirror. hmmm. Laugh lines. hm.

Truth be told, I'm not that heart broken. Mark Twain once said, "Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been." I've had a many good laughs, with many good people, in my 26 years. As kids, my closests friends(who I still keep in touch with) and I, used to put on what we would call "funny shows". We were geeks from way back. I was so jealous of these two girls. They were beautiful, smart and SUPER funny. How come they got to have straight shiny brown hair AND were super funny. Some people have it all! haha Stephanie and Tammy, I just thought you should know. I thought you were funny then, and I think you funny now. (Still jealous of your hair!)


Then there were the rare times when my sister, Belinda and I would get along. We fought like rabid cats and dogs most times. But we we got along we could laugh pretty good.

One particular time that always sticks out in my mind was, we had just finished painting our room and we had to sleep out on our couch. Now it may have been the paint fumes, or over dose on sugar, But we were up to the wee hours(or maybe it just felt late, we were kids) laughing. About? What makes My sister and I laugh to this day. Mom and Dad stories. Classic. No one knows how to make fun of parents like their babies. I just thought you should know Belinda, I can remember good times with you, not just the bad. Ps, sorry for chasing you with that rolling pin...and knife. *cough*


Then there's my Friend Dani. She is one of the funniest girls I have ever met. She makes me weez. The worst is driving down the high way on slippery roads, laughing so hard you hurt. But I think my favorite is her animals voices... You would really have to hear it in person. But ah, anybody who makes up voices for there pets, Is ok in my books. Dani I just thought you should know, I'm ready for you to move back. My smile hasnt been the same with out you!

And Lastly, There is Geoff... The 2nd day of knowing him, I knew he was gonna be a great friend. We laughed so much in the first few months of getting to know each other. It all started with that walk in Jasper. Your hilarious (sometimes inappropriately so) and although I dont always get why you think your jokes are funnier than mine, you still come out with some great lines. I just thought you should know that I dont appreciate you trying to make me laugh while I have a migraine, but I love you for trying.


So, although I have wrinkles at, what I feel is an early age, In this system, where would I be with out them? What Kind of friends would I have if they were there? Laugh lines? Phew. Good job people...


Now who can I blame for these 10 extra pounds?....

Is loving floral a crime?

If I told you I love all things Scuffed, faded and worn, would you believe me? If I told you I traded in my Dark wood and cream table for a smaller, dented, repainted and sanded down table would you think I'm crazy? What if I said I pushed my Bombay plate set to the back of my cupboards and started replacing them with old china that I have scrounged up from Second hand shops throughout the city and small towns I've visit to, Would you think I'm cheap?

Hmmm. You know the first Time I was introduced to a Home that Reeked of Floral pillows and Scuffed picture frames, China dinner plates and tiny little golden clocks, stacks of old books and wicker rockers, I remember thinking, Hello Grammie, its been awhile. But this was no Grandmothers home... For a short while, I had moved in with my friend(who at the time was 30)and her (at the time)3 small boys and husband. They asked me to come live with them, to get away from the city and put my feet back on solid ground.

After staying with them a mere 3 months I some how found myself swaying toward cross stitched pillows, fluffy white duvets, wicker side tables and the like. I will always remember my friend, Delaina, Telling me, Every room Should have Floral In it, stripes, solids....

Today, I agree, shes 100% right. Although our styles do differ. I am In Love with shabby chic. I never realized how much i would be teased for this. Without fail, people will step into my home and out come the Doyle jokes. HA HA. amusing. So, I prefer all white walls to dark rich colors, fabric, comfy couches to sleek leather. Chipped furniture to pristine. When I told people I was going to paint my Baby's room all white there was so much arguments about it, I decided to wall paper a feature wall in floral. Ha. that'll teach em!

Geoff, who ideally would like a little more manly things, admits, My style is, for lack of a fancier word, comfortable. When you come to my place, you never have to worry about scratching my table, denting the furniture or, you'll like this, feeling like your own furniture looks cheap compared to mine. I love a good thrift shop find. Most of our stuff ends up being second hand, which technically has to be to suite my style.

But am I cheap? Absolutely (although a better word is frugal), And Am I crazy?...hmm, well I do prefer to live in all white surroundings, but for now, lets hold off on the restraints. After all, is loving floral a crime?......

I simply remember My Favorite things..

There are really only a few things people need in life. True there are the basics such as food water clothes and shelter. But there are those things in life that just make the day to day better! I believe Oprah calls them her favoroite things. I suppose you wont believe me if I tell you I never watch her? Ha.. I seriously dont, but I do catch the occasional glimpse, as well I have great story that invloves Geoff, a box set of Oprahs 20th anniversary and a surprise gift. But thats another story all together;)

Lets start with my first Favorite, and yes, the Inspiration to this whole blog:

Dove deodorant; Baby powder Scent. I have been using this EXACT kind for over 5 years. I love it! IT smells like a dream to me. Over board? perhaps... And FYI, I have been using the scent Baby powder since the beginning of time.

Next
Pretty Pretty Perfume bottles. First, Is there anything like a spritz of a fantastic smelling perfume to make you feel That much Better? Second, I could care less what the scent is, but if that bottle makes ME feel fancy... SOLD. You had me at shiny! Pictured here Is Fantasy, Britney spears, juicy couture, miss dior, and Nina Ricci ...Can we not judge me for the britney spears perfume? It really does smell delicious.




Sigh, Glossy Magazines. For me? Decorating Mags... Country cottage baby. Shabby chic? Yes please. What on earth makes magazines smell so good. And why do they feel so nice in your hands? You can never have to many. And as far as country living magazines and the like, they never go outta style, Read, Never ever throw them away. Pass them along maybe, but they are never trash!



Not a great picture, I admit(hey I'm no photographer) So I wont make you guess.. My next Favorite Is: Fluffy Feather pillows. I feel so bad for those among us with allergies. My face cant wait to hit the pillow at night. Just knowing that pillow is there to greet me, makes me want to crawl up into bed right now. Sigh. If your looking for good affordable Feather pillows go to Quilts extra. I believe 2 for $25...
















This favorite sorta goes hand in hand with the last favorite. My cats. Geoff and I both say our house didnt become a home till we got a pet. We have the 2 cats and we love them. This particular one is My cat. Stewie. Every night he climbs over Geoff's face to get to my pillow, where he proceeds to purr and nuzzle my hair. Op, I just passed over to crazy in your books, didnt I? Haha. I know its true, but c'mon. Look at that face. However he's currently On a diet so hes up all night crying. But he weighs a tiny bit more than Grace. It was Time.

Then there Is Tea(Or Coffee)... and Hot chocolate. I Just love drinking from a big ol' mug or tiny little tea cup. Lame? Maybe, But I can live with that. And I think you ca too. My favorite drink for a treat? Boil water, Throw in a bag of chai tea and let its sit for a couple minutes. Thna remove the tea bag and stir in Hot chocolate. Enjoying it with a good friend makes it even better!


Ok last But Not least (definately not least) is a cleaning product. Norwexes mattress cleaner. I recently started selling Norwex Because I LOVE IT! And I started mostly be cause of Mattress cleaner. How it works its you remove your sheets on your bed and spray a light mist over your entire mattress. It than, over the next few hours eats all the "organic matter" from your mattress, by either turning it into water or air. So imagine you have had your mattress 5 years. all the dust mites in your mattress.... well, poop. this Product, gets rid of it. Your mattress actually loses weight, ie, poop... anyhow... Not only do i spray it on my mattress, but also pillows, couches, rugs and so on, why? It actually helps my friends who have allergies to my cats. No lie. Hello Norwex you had me at "organic matter"!.. If you want some, I can help you out in that area. haha (shameless plug? Yes. but do I really love it? It change my world)

Ok, Well thats that... What are your favorite things? Am I missing out? Let me know...

"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things"

Peep toes on baby toes

Last night, while I was getting ready for bed, I wondered what my 2nd post should be about. I had more than a few ideas... None that were great but than I thought, Maybe Not GrEaT, but definitely worth a thought...

Last Night at our meeting, it was the last prayer for the night. I can never help but think, "yes!! we made it through another meeting". When you have busy toddler, I think any time you have to keep them quiet for 2 hours is worthy of praise. Pat myself on MY back. Good job guys! You did it. Just barely, but at this point, it really doesn't matter how you got to the end, you just did.

Anyhow, back to my original thought, It was the last prayer, I (being a hippy at heart) had kicked of my shoes, Grace standing between Geoff and I. She discovered my heels. I watched as she struggled into my baby pink peep toe heels. And her face Lit up. I thought, hey kidlet, I know that feeling. I couldn't help thinking about a certain Pair of heels my Mamma owned. I remember digging into the depths of my moms closet and coming across a pair of heels and slipping my too small feet into them. Sigh. When were my feet going to fill these Bright yellow stilleletos? Not soon enough, I was sure. For now kleenex stuffing into the toes could be a quick fix.

My next thought was, When did my feet start filling my Mom's shoes? How did that happen? I wasn't really ever going to be big enough for that. But here I am, with feet almost exactly the same size of my mothers. HOLY COW! How exciting. HA HA. Finally! If only I could of know what came with filling out my moms shoes. Yes, I obviously mean that in more ways than one. Not only can I wear mom's shoes but I can pay bills, drive in snow storms, clean my own place, wash my own laundry, and cook my own family meals. Wait a second. The label on the shoes didn't say anything about that. They just didn't. Hmmm. Was that why my mother kept me in flats for as long as she could. Smart lady, that one.

I thought that when my feet feet could fill those shoes, I Could stay out late. Go one dates. Eat at restaurants every night. Sleep over at Stephanie's WHENEVER I wanted. Ha ha.
And to a certain point, I was absolutely right. But I didn't know staying out late wasn't much fun, when you need to get up early for work. Going on dates was full of nerves. Eating at restaurants every night costs monies and calories. And I for sure never thought my best friend Stephanie would live 5000 miles away from me.

Yes, to anyone who may haven't witnessed Gracie's little feet slipping into my shoes, could never imagined what that made me think of. But that night i couldn't help but smile...

So today, as I clean up, wash up and get Grace and I ready for the day, I think only 2 things...
Good thing Grace will never be big enough to fill my shoes, and

Where on earth did those Yellow Stilettos go?

Never Really Ready

My first Post. I feel really celebrity-ish, at the very least, like a popular radio host. I dont know what it is about airing your thoughts on the "google machine", but i feel oddly happy about it. Being a mom and a pretty regular mom at that (I mean I'm as regular as regular moms go), I think I felt lost in my new role!?... And suddenly being a stay-at-home mom was a shock to my system. Not that I lived a particularly exciting adventure, I just have never been so "home" in my life. I was never so needed and yet so un-needed in my life.

Now don't get me wrong, Our baby is the best thing that could have ever happened to us, but as they say, your never really ready for being a parent. When does, what to expect when your a parent come out? Cuz there s a book that could make money.

It wasn't until i started sending out e-mails every few months to family and friends about our "little" family, did i think i was actually on to something. I would get responses by the hand fulls, about our funny stories, and lives. Maybe I was around as much as i would like, but I can still be heard. Lets face it, I've had things to say since the womb.

Anyhow, As my first post, I feel the need to keep it short. And I really do have things to do. As one last thought, I'd like to leave with you a quote I heard recently, that i thought I'd share, "A good many family trees are shady."

Take care of each other and We'll talk soon!