Monday, March 31, 2008
I knew it was inevitable, I just didn't know it would happen this fast. You are looking at my sons very first Go Kart, as long as Papa wins the bid on EBay. It is actually for 3-6 year olds, but Alex says if he's too short to reach the pedals, he will teach him some fundamentals for now and some mechanics. Teach him about the Kart itself. OH BOY. I'm not sure how I feel about all of this racing stuff, but I knew since we saw the sonogram and it was a boy, that this was the way it was going to go down. Luckily, my son was born to drive. He wants to drive anything and everything. When we were leaving church yesterday, first he wanted to drive the "moving truck" that Elevation Church transports their equipment in. Then he wanted to drive the school buses in the parking lot. Not one trip to my car does he not ask....Can I drive Mom? Even though I say no every single time, he asks in hopes for one fine day that I will say "YES, YOU CAN DRIVE SON." He wants to drive the fire sprinkler valve that is connected to the wall outside of the grocery store. Can you believe? You can not fathom the arguments over driving that I have had with my son. When he sees this Go Kart, and finds out that it's his....he's going to FLIP HIS LID. Right now he has a go kart that Papa got at Toys r' Us that is battery operated, and rather than a pedal, it is a button on the steering wheel. I've seen him cruise through Alex's house on that thing...maneuvering and cutting corners! He also rides it out in the street, and all Alex has to do is yell..."Turn!...Straighten the wheel!....." and he is a natural pro-he really is. Even on his bicycle, he goes around my house and makes turns, and cuts corners, and he never bangs into anything. I guess driving is his "gift". It's a scary gift for a Mommy though...don't cha think?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Yes, it's that time. Dave will be here Tuesday July 1st to ROCK Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre. This is my absolute favorite band of all time. What a line up of true musicians. If you have never seen them, please do. You will sit in amazement. The amount of fire on that stage is unreal. The instruments stretch from one side of the stage to the other. I have seen them I believe 5 times if memory serves, including Central Park, NYC. I can't get my tickets right now, but you better believe some how, some way, I WILL be sitting at the amphitheatre on Tuesday July 1st. Even if I have to get a lawn seat. It's all good.
The Dave Matthews Band formed in Charlottesville, Virginia, in early 1991, when vocalist/guitarist Dave Matthews decided to put some songs he had written on tape. Instead of simply recording himself with a guitar, he opted to bring in some instrumental help to give his musical ideas more depth. Dave found assistance in drummer Carter Beauford and saxophonist LeRoi Moore, who were both accomplished jazz musicians in the local Charlottesville music scene. Based on the recommendation of distinguished local jazz guru John D’earth, 16-year-old musical prodigy Stefan Lessard came on board to play bass. Completing the band was keyboard player Peter Griesar, who left the band after a couple of years, as well as the talented and classically trained violinist, Boyd Tinsley.
The first public performance of Dave Matthews Band occurred at the City of Charlottesville’s Earth Day Festival in April 1991. The first official gig for the newly conceived Dave Matthews Band was May 11, 1991, at a private party held on the rooftop of the pink warehouse on South Street in downtown Charlottesville. Local weekly gigs soon followed at Eastern Standard and then Trax nightclub, and within a little time, word of the band’s contagious new sound spread like wildfire throughout the region. Clubs started to fill up, tours began to cover more territory, and the fan base grew at an incredible rate.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
1. I need to know that if God Forbid anything ever happens to one of my children, that I did my very best at making them aware, and teaching them how to protect themselves.
2. If anyone ever harms a hair on either one of my children's heads, I will be in prison until my dying day. And that's no joke.
Here comes the catch 22-Amber is now afraid of her own shadow. She hears voices when there are none. She gets out of bed at least twice before she falls asleep to make sure the doors are locked. She hates to sleep alone. If she thought her closet door was open, and now it's shut, she is ready to call CSI. She doesn't like to go upstairs in my sisters house in broad daylight without a chaperon. Her house is very grand-way to grand for Amber. At her Dads, she had the whole upstairs to herself. Picture this-A bedroom, living room, kitchenette, and a bathroom. He got her a desk, a couch, the whole nine yards-imagine that at 9? Guess what-she HATED it. She has squeezed him to move her back downstairs so she can be close to him and Alex at night. There are small doors that lead into the attic up there that freak her out. Do you see what I have done to my daughter? It sounds so much worse as I am typing it than it does when I am doing it. These are my kids. They are my life. I feel it is my job to protect them-but not at their expense of being able to live life without constantly looking over their shoulders. I over did it. One of my failures as a parent. Too much of a Good Thing isn't always so Good.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I bought a great children's Resurrection kit in the Family Christian Store . It is a set of 12 colorful plastic eggs and in each egg contains a small symbol that conveys the message of Easter to children in a tangible way, and it comes with an instruction booklet containing bible stories. It was only $12.97. These little stepping stones will help them enjoy learning about God. A very wise investment for you children, and their future. Yes, we will be coloring eggs-of course-and my brother has the best Easter egg hunt that Charlotte has ever seen-I'm just saying remember what we are celebrating. Were celebrating our freedom. Given by Gods Grace.
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The 2 Morals of the Story:
1) The "State of Mind" is what cause me to have a great night, not the money. Without the change of the State of Mind, I never would have made the money.
2) Never under estimate the earnings of a server. They could be pulling in a third of your weekly paycheck in one night!
Friday, March 14, 2008
You may love her, you may hate her. She's controversial, she's got Ba**s of steel, she takes risks, she's offensive, she's ruthless, tasteless, talented, driven, at times a fashion Icon(God help us, you know you wore those lace gloves, and kids still wear skirts over leggings!) and the list goes on and on. I've heard people praise her, I've heard people rip here apart, but there will always be that one thing that you can't take away from her. She's Madonna.
Like A Virgin-1985
You Can Dance-1988(remix album)
Like A Prayer-1989
1990-The Immaculate Collection
Something to Remember-1995
Ray of Light -1998
Confession on the dance floor-2005
Hard Candy-due 4/2008
I couldn't possibly list all of her accomplishments on my blog. When I printed out her Biography, it was 22 pages. She's had decades of both success and failure. Decades of horrific scrutiny, and praise. Love her or leave her-no matter what happens, she keeps coming back for more. She's tough as nails. She never quits. You Go Girl. Good luck on judgement day. LOL.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
What kind of question is that? The craziest thing...people ask me that, in many forms, all the time. Are you Puerto Rican? Spanish? Jewish? Latino? I've heard it all. I guess my 50% of Irish blood would shock them all. I just think asking someone..."What is your Nationality?" Would be so much more appropriate. Don't you?
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Those are my beautiful nephews. They are my sister Patti's 2 oldest children, Devin on the right, and Isaiah on the left. Also pictured is my Mom, and Amber. They are actually her three oldest of nine grandchildren. Then came Mackenzie, Danielle, Joseph, Noah, Alex, and last but not least, Logan. My mother is the proudest Grandmother ever. One of her grandchildren could run someone over with a car, and she would conjure up the best reason she could to excuse their behavior. Tonight we had a birthday cake for the 2 big boys pictured here. The big 13, and 12. After the boys, my sister got married and had the three smaller kids with her husband, who has also been a father to the boys since they were 2 and 3. Therefore, Devin is the only bi-racial child in the family. He never knew that, or even realized it. Although my mother looks pail in this photo, she is a very dark skinned Italian woman, so Devin always used to say...."No one else in our family is brown, except for me and Nana". My mother would follow up with..."That's right Baby, that's right." Of course he's older and wiser now, and knows the whole deal. So after lunch, dinner, board games, football, and bowling on the Wii, because my sister Marie is the best host on the face of the earth and had a day long birthday celebration for the boys, it was time for cake. My sister very innocently made a sheet cake, and trying to accommodate everyone, she iced half of it vanilla, and half of it chocolate. Do you get the funniness in this? It's the 2 boys birthday's, one is "brown" and one is white, and she took the cover off the cake, and we see a half brown half white cake. I don't know if you find the humor in this, but we were all dying laughing over this...Devin...who is very funny....was like..."Why does it have to be a black/white thing? Oh, so it's like that huh?" We were already all pumped up after my brother pulled the chair out from Devin when he went to sit down as payback because he had done the same thing to him over the summer, so this just added to the adrenalin that already filled the house. Then she innocently cut the cake right down the middle, separating the colors-so that turned in to..."Why did you have to cut the cake like that? Why didn't you cut it horizontally instead?" We were all hysterical at this point, even my sister. If she wasn't the best host in the world and just made whatever kind of cake that she felt like making, we wouldn't have gotten this big laugh. Thanks Re-Re for always going over the top. You gave us a good laugh tonight.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Tiny Dancer-Sir Elton John
The real lyrics-Hold me Closer Tiny Dancer
Misheard lyrics-Hold me Closer Tony Danza
The real lyrics-Excuse me, while I kiss the sky
Misheard lyrics-Excuse me, while I kiss this guy
Credence Clearwater Revival
The real lyrics-There's a bad moon, on the rise
Misheard lyrics-There's a bathroom, on the right
Sir Elton John-Someone saved my life tonight
The real lyrics-Someone saved my life tonight
Misheard lyrics-Someone shaved my wife tonight
Manfred Mann-Blinded by the light
The real lyrics-Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Misheard lyrics-Rapped up like a douche, another runner in the night
Prince-Little Red Corvette
The real lyrics-Little Red Corvette
Misheard lyrics-Feel the rent coming
The real Lyrics-Spare him his life from his monstrosity
Misheard lyrics-Saving his life from his warm sausage tea
The real lyrics-Tied to machines that make me be
Misheard lyrics-Tied to machines that make me PEE
Led Zepplin-Stairway To Heaven
The real lyrics-And as we wind on down the road
Misheard lyrics-There's a wino down the road
Green Day-Time of Your Life
The real lyrics-Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Misheard lyrics-Another turnip boy, the Ford stuck in the road