Saturday, June 27, 2009

I Blame My Husband!

This morning Rich sent me a link through yahoo for this silly game called circle the cat. Sounds silly right? Try it? It's not so silly and you may find yourself trying over and over until you think you got him cornered and then whoops he slips away. Dang cat! It took several attempts but I finally beat the little critter! So if you try it, don't blame me. Blame my husband. He started it!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

What A Shock

It wasn't enough to lose Farrah Fawcett, we had to lose Michael Jackson too. Now say what you will about his choices, and his life. I am certainly not qualified to judge him there. But he was talented, and could put on a heck of a show. I was a fan of him during his Thriller days. I am not sure how to react to his death. He was so young. I remember thinking 50, heck 40 was OLD. Now I see how young that truly is. Farrah Fawcett was only 62, and she fought a terrible and long battle of cancer. Michael Jackson had a clean bill of health at 50 and was probably dead before the paramedics even got to him. I do not have a clip of Farrah, although I will always remember her outstanding performance in The Burning Bed, but I found this clip of Michael Jackson that I felt show cased his dancing talent.

Thank you Farrah, thank you Michael for entertaining us with your talents. No matter what choices you made in this life, we will miss you.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I Got Tagged!

Emily at Emmy Mom--One Day at a Time tagged me. This seems like a lot of fun. Here is what you do:

  • Open my first photo folder
  • Scroll down to the 10th photo
  • Post that photo and story on my blog
  • Tag five friends to do the same
Now I have piles upon piles of folders in my documents. Some of which, have folders within folders. I decided to do what Emmy did and post two. The first one that comes up has a folder in it. So I am choosing the tenth from the first and the one that is inside.
This is Christmas 06. As you can plainly see, this child is not at all deprived of having something to play with. The table is really cute it sings, lights up, all the bells and whistles. I think it is Leap Frog. It was from Santa. He sure is smart!

Awwww poor little guy! Ryan was 15 months old here. He had climbed onto our kitchen table for what was probably the umpteenth time. He would climb up on the chairs first and then onto the table. Since I was out of the room when it happened, I can only guess that he tried to get down the way he got up using the chairs. Well, he and the chair took a nose dive. For real. He hit the bridge of his nose on the back of the chair. His nose started swell and discolor almost instantly. Rich thought I should take him to the ER. Well he never suggests that. He's more of a "let's wait and see" kind of guy. I got a bit panicky but took this poor baby. After 2 or 3 hours in the ER the doc barely looked at him, said he didn't have any bones in his nose to break. She then proceeded to tell me to give him Tylenol as Ibuproferen could cause bleeding. Two days later, at his regular doctor his eyes, and ears were checked. She looked in his nose. And said that yes indeed, it was broken. We couldn't do an x-ray then because the tissue was too swollen to see any damage. She also told me to give him Ibuproferen as it would bring down the swelling. I have another shot that really shows how awful he looked. That makes three I know, but I can't help it.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The Chronicles of Lourie

I have really been slacking with my blog. I need to not only get back into it, I need to create a routine for it. I thought it would be good to start back up with The Chronicles of Lourie. I was actually thinking of this the other day and tracked it down in my emails. This is from 2004, when Kristin was just six and still very much into Disney Princesses. It goes away so fast. I hardly had time to think when she went from Sleeping Beauty to Kim Possible to Hillary Duff and currently Miley Cyrus and the Jonas Brothers. Sigh. I miss those pretty princess days. Anyway, this particular moment in time, I thought I would be a grand teacher and tell her about a very real princess. A princess named Diana.

Here I thought I would teach my daughter a wonderful lesson by showing her a real life princess! She is very into distinguishing what is real and what isn't. Is this a story? Is that real? She learns about all sorts of people at school from Hellen Keller to Martin Luther King to Rosa Parks! Wow and she is just six! So I did my favorite searching! Of course I had millions of hits! I just wanted a pretty picture of her. It took some doing, but I finally found one I liked. Isn't she pretty? I asked Kristin if she wanted to see a real life Princess. Of course she was all over this! I was excited to share this with her. So what does my cherished one say, "Which Princess did she play?" "She didn't PLAY a Princess she WAS a princess." So my child asks, "Why didn't we meet her?" It has just occurred to me, that she is still confusing reality with fantasy. Last summer we met all the Disney princesses. But I just explained that she died before Kristin was born. Like a month before! She still doesn't understand that this woman was very real and did a great deal of work in her short life. Of course this goes right over head and she would rather know about a princess like Sleeping Beauty! Oh well I tried. Haha.
Disneyland 2003
Nicole,Princess Ariel, Kristin, and Emily