THE GREAT HUNTER

Hello, Mr. Deer. Here I come!!!!





Maddax decked out and ready for hunting season. I know, he is cute, isn't he?

That is one big ass deer too, huh?

LITTLE FISHERMAN

MY LITTLE PUMPKIN

This is my pumpkin at the pumkin patch. Yes, he is growing up so much I can hardly stand it.

This is beautiful! I had to post this for the mommies out there. I have not thought that I was his angel, but more like he was mine...
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> A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow,
> but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
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> God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of
> you."
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> The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have
> to
> do anything but sing and smile to be happy."
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> God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you.
> And
> you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."
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> Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand
> when
> people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
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> God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet
> words
> you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will
> teach you how to speak."
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> "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
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> God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach
> you
> how to pray."
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> "Who will protect me?"
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> God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its
> own life."
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> "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
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> God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach
> you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to
> you."
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> At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth
> could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave
> now, please tell me my angel's name."
>
> "You will simply call her, "Mom."
>

wild night

for all that don't know my son is the future larry bird. ok, he loves basketball. this has never been anything to discourage in the house or outside. well, not before sunday night, at least.

just in case you don't know this...people with children...buy plastic light covers. a basketball thrown at glass ones do break and shatter and fall on the culprit underneath.

yeah, i was freaking out. Mad was cut on his hand and his head was busted (i know that is not a word) by a piece of the glass, as well. blood was everywhere. never saw my child bleed before. you could imagine how crazy i was. i was so ready to haul him to the emergency room. thank you B. for talking me out of that and calming me down and cleaning up all the glass and mess from the shattered light fixture.

we made it through. his cut on his head was not very deep and stopped bleeding rather quickly, as well as the one on his hand. thank you peroxide for bubbling the glass out of the cuts. thank you peroxide for looking like water on that rag.

thank you, B., for vacuuming. you do good job. thank you, mommy for taking care of me. (yes, Maddax's words...how sweet he is)

thank you God for putting angel wings around my son. i know this incident could have been a whole lot worse.

sweet girls...

Thank you M and T for being such sweet friends and always making me feel welcome whether I have Mad with me or not. Thank you for always inviting "us" to do stuff with you. Thank you for not being irritated by a three year old. Thank you for offering to help me and being happy to do so. Thank you for letting me use your Dillards discount. :)

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you God for sending me friends that are so thoughtful.
Thank you God for blessing my life with such an abundance of friends that care about us.

Me, Mad & the familiars went out to eat last night. Fun times.
12:30 a.m. sick to my stomach...not so fun times.
I wonder if they will refund my money?

I was having a great day, really...despite the late night trips to the bathroom. My hair looks good for once this week, all day w/ out the waterproof mascara, great new sweater on, wasn't late for work, comfy pants, not bloated, cute shoes...killing toes (but will suffice...i said they were cute)...awesome bigass purse to go along with...happy happy singing joss stone in my head...then, ya then, the phone ringings...you had me, you lost me...singing, singing thru the vmail....still happy, too deep breathes. then, the phone rings again...eeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh, yeah you had me, you lost me...then, ya three times...the fucker rings again...

"hello.."
"what are you doing..."
"pullin over on the side of the road to vomit off the side of the bridge..."

Isn't it funny how one minute you are feeling great, then the next you are pulling out the mascara again.

damn it.

FYI...

Revlon Lash Fantasy, waterproof mascara w/ primer...

the mother fucking shit works.

So much I want to say...

I feel sometimes like a caterpillar...arms and legs fumbling around in all directions. Pulling me this way at times and then pulling opposite at others. Ugly and mundane...Camouflaged and fading into my backdrop...whatever it may be. No time to stop, just going, going, going where ever it may...but seemingly never getting anywhere at all. Then you, in your innocence and unknowingness join in my whirling chaos. All changes. From you, I leave the caterpillar...All chaos comes together in a joyous song and we flutter to the music of what before was like a noise. I am free. I am beautiful. I am a butterfly.

I am bored, I am bored, I am bored.

Nothing really happening to tell about here.

Just got this email and I know everyone has read it a million times, but read it again.

Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.

How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's Monday." .She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say "Hi"?

When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....thrown away. Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.