I've become what I hate
That's right, I'm officially a "Soccer Mom." Don't worry, I don't have a mini van or anything, yet. I don't really need one since practice is right across the street. Josh and Caleb are on the same team, and they love it. Joshua has been playing soccer at school during P.E. and he has a blast. What I love is the fact that the coach said to all of the parents that Parent Participation is Manditory. That's cool, but then the best part, is that I look and there's only like four parents standing there with their kids. All of the other loser parents were sitting on their butts in the stands. W-T-H! That pissed me off! I'm sorry, but these kids are anywhere from 3 to 6 years old. Ummm.... do these loser parents think that two coaches are going to be able to control their out of control kids? Wrong! I'm going to be that mom in the stands that gives the other mom's dirty looks because I'm the one that's been practicing with their kids. No, I won't. But I'll think it. I'm such a wimp.

Nicknames

My future sister-in-law, Kristin, has come up with some nicknames for body parts. We often look at pictures of ourselves and/or other's, and see those particular body parts. So, here they are:

- Tharm

Definition: Is it a thigh? Is it an arm? It's really the upper part of your arm that is so big and/or fat, that you feel like it should be called a thigh.

- Cankle

Definition: Is it a calf? Is it an ankle? It's someone that has really big calf's that seem to make your ankles non-existent. (I do not have cankles).

Christine (my sis-in-law) and I have came up with a new one recently.

-Din

Definition: Is it a neck? Is it a chin? It's really a double chin.

Thanks kids, if we come up with anymore, I'll let you know.

This was a pretty cool test. I got it from Kandy, Thanks girl!

Here's my results:

Your pirate name is:


Captain Anne Flint



Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

LA County Fair Memories
-Going with our Home school group of "Friends."
-Mom, buying all of her five kids big fat corn dogs.
-Mom, realizing that she did not bring enough cash to buy herself a big fat corn dog, takes a huge bite right out of the middle of Kandy's big fat corn dog. *wow*
-Kandy, yelling at mom for taking a bite out of the middle, instead of the end of the big fat corn dog.
-Me and my brother's laughing at how funny Kandy's poor corn dog looked.
-Kandy, looking angrily at all of us, ready to punch our lights out if we didn't stop making fun of her beloved corn dog. *hee-hee*

Don't mess with my cookies, man!
I recall a certain guy in my past. Let's just call him "Flakey." I was baking cookies (chocolate chip are my specialty) at my mom's house, and Flakey comes waltzing into the kitchen. *cue the circus clown music* He starts telling me how much flour to put into the cookie batter. Ummm...uyeah, don't ever try to tell me how to bake dude. Just go sit your butt down on the couch, and get back to your "Super Mario" game. It's calling to you. That's your specialty. Mmk? Thanks...Bu-Bye. What was I thinking? I think he's still hiding behind the piano, right Kandy?

OK, I'm going to post something upbeat, even if it kills me.

My Sister, Kandy, has finally broken the depression spell that has been over me for the past week and a half. She always does that, whether I like it or not. I think all sister's are like that. Or they're supposed to be anyway. I'm also trying to do that for my sister-in-law right now. She's under the spell for a different reason, but nonetheless, it's quite a doozy. I'm not at liberty to speak of exactly what the problem is. But, Kandy, you give me hope. For all of those times that you have lifted me up, out of the depths of my sad little self. This gives me hope that I can be there for someone else like Christine, and help her out a little bit. So, I thank you, Kandy, from the bottom of my heart. You've always been right there when I needed you, and just listened, and loved me for who I was. I love you, brownie girl. Sorry if I made you cry at work, again.

Joshua's having a hard time right now...

...with school, and questions he has about Jessica. Last night he asked me if Jessica was going to school the next day.

Me- No, honey. She probably won't be coming to school for a while. The doctor's are trying real hard to find out what's wrong. They're doing tests. Like they did a blood test on you, remember?

J- Yeah, and it didn't hurt me at all.

Me- Maybe when Jessica goes in a regular Hospital room, we can go and visit her, OK?

J- Yeah, and I'll give her that 'Barbie' coloring thing that we got her.

Me- Oh, that'll be so nice of you, Josh. You're such a good, and sweet friend. I love you baby.

J- I love you too, mommy. *sniffle*

I'm sitting here watching my little boy Caleb sleep, while I write on my Blog. What would I do without him, or my oldest son Joshua? Part of me would be lost, and never to be found again. I can't imagine what it would be like losing a child. My Grandparents unfortunately knew all to well what it was like. My uncle Fred lost his life to cancer. I was 11 years old, and it was Halloween night. (Fred's favorite night of the year). He was 33 years old. I just remember my mom coming in my room at 11:00 at night. I knew what she came in to say, before she even said it. He's gone. He went to be with Jesus. I started crying. Memories flashed into my head. He taught me how to play the piano by ear. He taught me how to play the flute. He played with all five of us kids, baby sat us, loved us. He was the funny, cool uncle. He was too young to die. We love you Fred.

I guess Jessica has a very rare form of cancer, even for adults to have it is rare. If the Doctor's can't get rid of it with chemo, then she'll have about 16 month's to live. Jessica is going to be in and out of the hospital for about a year. Her parents are trying to figure out who's going to watch their other little girl while they're at the hospital. All of the parent's at Joshua's school are already helping with baby sitting. Everyone is praying for them, and we have faith that Jessica is going to make it through this. It will be a hard and long road. Joshua started crying last night when he was in bed. I asked him what was the matter. He said that he didn't want to die, and that he wanted to be sick tommorow, and he wanted me to be his teacher. I think that someone at school told him that Jessica is sick and her mommy is her teacher right now. I felt so bad for him. I don't want him to know the seriousness of this situation. I don't want him to be traumatized. Pray for all of the students at Nehemiah Christian Academy, and the parents also. Thank you.

Joshua's friend from school, Jessica-6 years old, is currently in surgery until 1 pm. They are removing a brain tumor the size of a tennis ball from the front, right part of her brain. They will do a biopsy on the tumor after they remove it. If it is not cancerous, she can go home in four days. 90 percent of children that have a brain tumor that is not cancerous, go on to live normal healthy lives. If, however, it is cancerous, then she has to go through cemo-therapy and be a cancer patient at the Children's Hospital. Please pray for Jessica and her family.

One of Joshua's friends at school is in the hospital right now. Her name is Jessica and she is 6 years old. The doctors are thinking that there is something neurologically wrong. They're not quite sure what exactly the problem is. They're going to do an emergency MRI today to find out what the problem is. Her mom noticed a couple of months ago that Jessica's left arm was dangling to her side, then her left leg had the same problem. When she noticed something wrong with the left side of her face, she took her to the Dr. Please be in prayer for Jessica, her family, friends, and anyone that is involved with her. Thank you.

My mom was nice enough to watch my daycare kids, while I took Joshua to his first day of school today. There was lots of picture taking, and fussing with his new uniform, (button down shirt, burgundy tie, belt, tan pants.) Whew! Last year he just had to put on a polo shirt and tan pants. I guess the school board thought that this was a better idea. It would make them look more distinguished. Hey, it might even make them act like little gentlemen. You never know, miracles can happen. I just said, "OK, good luck with all that." I feel sorry for the new teacher, she has to go and help them get changed into P.E. clothes every Tues. & Thurs. That should be lots of fun. Joshua kind of has trouble in the "Changing of clothes quickly" department. He also has a "Major Meltdown" if anyone before him is first at anything. I practiced changing clothes with him. I guess I should've timed him though. Oh well. I warned his teacher of the problems that Joshua might have with the new way of things. I think she can handle it. She has four children, all of which are new students to Nehemiah. She also homeschooled all of them for 8 years. Wow. She's very dedicated, and brave. I know that Joshua will learn a lot and have fun this year, definately. On our way to school this morning, he said, "Mommy, I'm gonna miss you." I almost cried. I told him that I would miss him sooo much too. He's growing up too fast. But sometimes he reminds me that he still needs me.