I have not found anything to wear them with yet, but believe me I am looking. They were regular priced at $90, I got them on sale for $18!!! As Paris Hilton would say "That's Hot". Oh darn, now I must buy a new outfit to go with the shoes!Thursday, June 21, 2007
Shoes!
I have not found anything to wear them with yet, but believe me I am looking. They were regular priced at $90, I got them on sale for $18!!! As Paris Hilton would say "That's Hot". Oh darn, now I must buy a new outfit to go with the shoes!Monday, June 18, 2007
Critterfest 2007








Tuesday, June 05, 2007
I am a bad blogger :-)
Moving on..I took a week of vacation last week. I had not taken vacation time off this year yet and I was behind schedule. It was long overdue. What did I do? Not a damn thing. I wasted 3 days for the concrete guy to come out and give us an estimate for the storage building we are going to have built. Tuesday he didn't show, Wednesday nothing, Thursday NOTHING. This guy is a complete ass. If by some oddity the guy that was supposed to come out is reading this, you suck. Other than that I took my car in for an estimate for the dents, did some shopping, tanning, a little bit of laundry. Towards the end of my vacation Craig, Conor, my sister and I went swimming. I set this up by telling you that Conor was the only one with sunscreen on. Need I say more? In fact I will just show you a picture. This is Craig's shoulder. He burnt so bad that it blistered. My sister is the same. I however, was lucky enough to have a base tan so I got red, but I didn't blister. Whew.
Lastly - We put the van in the shop Monday. In three days and about $2800 later I should have more more hail dents in my car. Thank goodness for insurance. I should have taken before and after pictures. I got some major damage int he last storm we got. This brings me to my next point. Craig and I discussed a while back selling both cars and buying one really nice one to share. This is day # 2 of not having a car and one car for the two of us WILL NOT WORK! It actually frustrates me that I have to rely on someone else to get places. The ride to work after dropping Conor off at school and the ride from Work to pick up Conor are the most peaceful minutes I get just to myself. I feel like I sound selfish, but this allows me to prepare for my day at work and wind down after the day is over before I switch to Mommy and Wife mode. I miss listening to XM48 and jamming out to Mudvayne during my 5 minute drive to work.That is enough blogging for now. Here are some random pictures I have taken.
Funny faces. Compliments of Conor :-)
This tummy is full of Macaroni and Cheese and popcorn fish.
This is what happens with you bother Mommy in the kitchen.
Ms. Beanie is licking her chops. I wonder what found around the house to eat?
Conor likes to take pictures. I hope he doesn't grow out of that. He also insists on staring at the TV while smiling for the camera.
Ta-ta for now!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day!
Written by Cindy Lange-Kubick
This is for all the mothers who didn’t win Mother of the Year. All the runners-up and all the wannabes. The mothers too tired to enter or too busy to bother.
This is for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at soccer games Friday night instead of watching from the cars, so that when their kids asked, “Did you see my goal?” they could say, “Of course, wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer Wieners and cherry Kool-Aid, saying “It’s OK honey, Mommy is here.”
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and made them homes. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who don’t.
What makes a good mother, anyway? It is patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, fry a chicken and sew a button all at the same time? Or is it heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the every first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a school shooting, a fire, a car accident, a baby dying?
I think so.
So, this is for all the mothers who sat down their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn’t. This is for reading “Goodnight Moon” twice a night for a year. And then reading it again,“Just one more time.”
This is for the mothers who mess up. Who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair and stomp their feet like a tired 2-year-old who wants ice cream before dinner.
This is for all the mothers who taught their daughters to tier their shoes before they started preschool. And for all the mothers who chose Velcro instead.
For all the mothers who bite their lips when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green. Who lock themselves up in the bathroom when babies keep crying and won’t stop.
This is for the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purses.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons how to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for all the mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?” in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.
This is for mothers who put pinwheels and teddy bears on their children’s graves. This is for the mothers whos children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation. And mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers, and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money and mothers without.
This is for you all. So hang in there. And better luck next year, I’ll be rooting for you!
-Borrowed from the Lubbock AJ 5/13/07
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Is severe weather season over yet?
Easter Morning at my Parents house. Conor's Easter basket was full of goodies.
Time to color eggs. Conor was intrigued with the colors.
Classic -- he goes straight for the ears. Then again, who doesn't?? 
The Hunt was inside, due to the SNOW we had on easter sunday.

The Loot! Conor came away with some mean cash from his eggs.

Today, 4/22, we celebrated my cousins 20th Birthday. She has been going to Tech the last couple of years and is moving back home to go to Baylor. Happy Birthday Tawnee!

Why my Dad doesn't smile in pictures, I don't know. Here he is with his two sisters. Aunt Shirley and Aunt Carol.

Tawnee, Uncle Connie, Aunt Carol, Tyler
Saturday we went the Arts Festival. We had a lot of fun.

This is an example of the weather we have been having. I took this picture 3 hours after the hail had fallen. It was still there!!




