I cannot believe it’s been 7 years.  So much time has passed that my doctor, my hero, has now retired this year.  Hmmmm.

The following video is dedicated to our unborn Angels and anyone else who can identify.  I would like to thank Holly for introducing me to this unique song that . . . well sums it all up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ff5qJrPT7k

In Loving Memory of our unborn Angels - 10/31/01

Happy Halloween Everyone!

My friend Robin is going to take some family photos for us tomorrow.  We decided that the three of us would wear blue jeans and a white top.  Robin suggested that we should have long sleeves because elbows don’t photograph well.  That put me in a bit of a predicament, you see.  I don’t own a long sleeve white shirt.  Ok, I do have a long sleeve tee shirt, but that hardly seems appropriate, right? I have white camis, white sports bras, white tank tops and white bras.  Also, not appropriate.  Is it?

So I set out on my mission at 11:00 this morning.  It is now 3:00 and I just got home.  I tried.  I really tried to like what I thought would be appropriate for a family photo.  First I thought I would try on some button down shirts.  Geez, oh man, I felt like I was wearing a smock!  Everyone of them that I put on made me feel like I should be in art class with a paint brush in hand.  So totally not me!

Oh, then Robin asked me if I could bring a pair of high heels.  That was quite a complicated question to answer.  Do my casual shoes with a 2 inch heel count?  How about  stilettos?   Surely that’s gotta be classified as a heel. How’s that for a family portrait?!

So what’s my style, you ask?  I don’t have one.  I don’t know one brand from the next or even care to.  A Walmart purse looks no different to me than a Coach bag.  I like to be comfy and warm.  If I’m not comfy and warm then I’m sure I’m uncomfortable and cold but my boobs look good and my husband is happy.  Well I am neither comfortable nor warm and my boobs looked non-existent in those family appropriate button down shirts!

So I ask the question again . . . What is appropriate attire for a family photo and I only come up with one answer.  It is only appropriate that I be comfortable in what I choose to wear so that I can be myself.  If that outfit is warm and comfy - great.  If I’m cold, but my boobs look great - even better.  I just gotta be me!!!

Watch out Robin!  Here we come!  Are you ready for the challenge of photographing the original Rock Star Family!!

Can you tell which one of these was done by my child chalk and which was done by my kitten when I was painting? It doesn’t seem to matter what species we are.  Kids will be kids!!!

There is this song that Arianna listens to every single day that describes her personality to a tee. The tempo moves about as quickly as she does. Every “dee da dee” and “yeeee haaaa” cracks me up because if you didn’t know my kid, you could get a feel for the pace at which her mouth and brain run just by listening to the song. It brings a smile to my face everytime!!

Now take a moment. Listen. Then imagine trying to work with that next to your ear all day long.  Yapping and yapping and yapping!  It’s a wonder I passed my July Audit!!!

I figured since Lenny has lots to say about flying, I would say a few things about it myself. . . 

My family is pretty respectful of my severe dislike of the entire miserable event. (The event of flying that is.) Here are a few rules that are loosely followed by the people I travel with.

 I don’t want to talk about flying once our feet have touched the plane.  I don’t want to discuss how the weather is going to affect the flight or how some of the people look like terrorists. I don’t want to discuss the wings, flaps, pitch and all the crap that Lenny is learning in flight school that keep the levitating trap from hell in the sky!

Arianna sits on one side of me by the window with her headphones on watching movies. Lenny sits on the other side of me with his headphones on watching movies.  I sit in the middle holding  a book and staring blankly at the words.  No one is to talk to me unless they need to pee.  Otherwise there is NOTHING to say until the flight is over.  Although I may not look it, I am very busy up there in the sky.  I am using my energy to help the pilot and God keep the plane in the sky.  I am also deterring any undesirable turbulence from affecting our already hellish experience up there far. far away from the lovely Earth.

Take off and landing are very exhausting for me since I really need to exert my energy then.  During take off I’m sending my magic “go, baby, go and lift off” energy out and during landing I’m using my “nice and easy” energy to help the pilot land softly.  My hands become sweaty during both events.

Here’s a little side note:  I believe it should be against the law for people to wear perfume and cologne on planes.  No one wants to smell you for 5 hours.  It’s sickening.  It’s bad enough that we’re all crammed together with all these burping, farting, coughing, sneezing people! I don’t want any additional, unnecessary discomforts like the stench of bad perfume.  

That’s all I’ve got to say about that!!