tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571230384533713512024-02-20T16:01:30.321-08:00Mi CasaSheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-57255210084017395002012-05-16T14:32:00.002-07:002012-05-16T14:32:19.919-07:00Day 3<br />
One Shake (so far)<br />
cheese sandwich for lunch<br />
30 min shred<br />
2 slices papa johns dinner<br />
possible 2nd shake before 7<br />
<br />Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-29033371412105968162012-05-16T14:31:00.001-07:002012-05-16T14:31:08.131-07:00day 2<br />
One shake<br />
chick fil a sandwich for lunch, no coke, no fries<br />
1 slice of red baron cheese pizzaSheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-36202993953310138362012-05-14T11:12:00.000-07:002012-05-14T11:12:01.778-07:0030 day challenge, day 1<br />
2 body by vi shakes<br />
30 min shred<br />
<br />Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-33832612338938284272012-01-04T04:37:00.000-08:002012-01-04T04:44:51.332-08:00New year, new blog<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L91B3pgp6as/TwRJtEB3mPI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ify-ULytwrg/s1600/Summer%2B2011%2BBeach%2B372.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L91B3pgp6as/TwRJtEB3mPI/AAAAAAAAATY/Ify-ULytwrg/s200/Summer%2B2011%2BBeach%2B372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693756867427670258" border="0" /></a><br />So I decided to begin the blogging again. I don't want to start a new blog, so I'm using my old one. Warning: Don't read old blog posts, they are depressing and sad and things are different now. For one, I remarried my ex husband. Yep, all those blog posts about my divorce, being single for almost 3 years.... yeah, the crying, the depression, the fun dating and empowering single life. All over with. See! This too really does pass. We realized that somehow in this crazy world we are meant to be together, and what God has joined together, let no man put asunder - whatever asunder means. So now I'm married, still just the 2 kids (I didn't lose my mind entirely) and I'm a stay at home mom. We're dealing with an 8 year old video game addict, a 5 year old with significant developmental delays and autism and our life is crazier than ever. I'm going to write all about them, but right now the kids just got on the bus for school and I'm going back to bed, bitches... 'cause I'm tired and I can.Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-6323984106664803862011-12-08T04:24:00.000-08:002011-12-08T04:25:04.090-08:00Christmas Card 2011<br /><br /><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; 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WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTExOTc2NTE5NjE3NDYmcHQ9MTE5NzY1MTk2NDkwMSZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" width="0" border="0" />Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-44861466234940492872010-03-19T13:32:00.001-07:002010-03-19T13:32:47.337-07:00My son RyanMy son claps and cheers every time I turn on the lights, at least someone is happy I pay the bills!!<br /><br />My son poops in the tub to remind me when it's time to bleach<br /><br />My son acts like it's the first time seeing things sometimes, which makes me remember to be excited about seeing them too<br /><br />My son throws food on the floor to remind me to vacuum<br /><br />My son escapes from the house, to remind me to lock our doors<br /><br />My son loves carousels, which gives me a reason to go to the mall<br /><br />My son is still okay with the answer "we'll do that tomorrow", which gives me another day to dodge <br /><br />My son doesn't know the difference between Christmas and Tuesday, which saves me money!<br /><br />My son likes to wear a helmet, which keeps him safe. Even on the sofa. <br /><br />My son laughs and smiles and jumps for joy at the mention of bath time... which reminds me to check his pull up.<br /><br />My son carries a blanket, which I love for no reason at all.Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-74046364771873909222010-03-08T07:59:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:27:05.319-08:00In-formal-itiesI consider myself to be a texter. I like the ease of texting, the way you get a question asked or answered without all the blah blah of talking. I know it's informal and not personal at all but most of the time I don't have time to talk on the phone.<br /><br />Knowing that texting is a way of life these days, I will say that I am still personal in other areas. I write notes to my kids in their lunch box, I send thank you cards, I give my honey "I love you" cards and notes, I send personal emails to teachers and parents my kids know, and my best friend and I have a tradition of sending each other funny Hallmark cards as often as we can even though we talk every single day.<br /><br />My point is, there is a time to text and I time to write. We can't let all formality go out the window. So when I get a text like the one below, I kind of feel like I got jipped out of an invite!!<br /><br />"You're invited 2 Xxx's party on Sunday 3-14 @5:00-6:30 place Jeronimo 1570 Holcomb Bridge Rd ste 240 Please come and party with us RSVP 2 me by WED." <br /><br />That's it, no punctuation, no nothing. Is this what we're going to? Will our kids be texting invites for graduation, weddings, babyshowers? Gone will be the days of RSVP cards and stamped envelopes. Calligraphy will be an ancient art form.<br /><br />Makes me sad... long live Hallmark!Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-19317465467055287432009-01-18T15:29:00.000-08:002009-01-18T15:33:39.211-08:00My New Favorite WebsiteI have a new favorite website! I think I found it on Facebook thru Diana (thanks di- miss you) but I seriously am addicted to it. I check on it every few days and just laugh so hard it hurts. All by myself, at my little computer, just steady laughing. I hope you enjoy!<br /><br />www.cakewrecks.blogspot.comSheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-33864766755497269652009-01-08T16:27:00.000-08:002009-01-08T16:29:31.349-08:00About MomsI got this earlier this week, and in turn sent it to my girlfriends both near and far and just wanted to share that this is what makes girlfriends different than any other relationship you have. This is the bones, the good stuff (and lots of bad stuff) that makes us real. So I think everyone who reads this already got it, but I wanted to keep it, so here it is again....<br /><br /><br /><object width='425' height='344'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/u_4qwVLqt9Q&hl=en&fs=1'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true'></param><param name='allowscriptaccess' value='always'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/u_4qwVLqt9Q&hl=en&fs=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' width='425' height='344'></embed></object>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-52674380186312755802009-01-04T05:24:00.000-08:002009-01-04T05:39:59.237-08:00Sometimes...I think today's going to be a bad day. Sometimes, I just want to disappear. Like those days when I look at my life and think "really??? this is MY life?? why is it so hard?" Then the guilt I feel over feeling that takes over and I lose it. I just can't be the mom I want to be, I can't be the friend I want to be, I can't be the family member I want to be, I can't even be the girlfriend I want to be... all because I can't figure out how to deal with my own life. I hate that feeling of being tired of being a mom. There I said it. Now all the moms of the world can come egg my house with their organic eggs and allergen free toilet paper. My kids are SO high maintenance. They both require so much of me that after 10 minutes of being awake I want to lock myself in my bathroom. Andrew on his own is fine. Ryan is hard all the time. He doesn't understand dicipline, he adhears to his own set of rules. He doesn't care if you're mad at him or if he did wrong. He jumps on me all day long. I'm TIRED of being jumped on. I'm tired of being beat down by a 2 year old. When I'm fun mom who just loves on them and plays all day then I get run over by them. When I am strong mom who doesn't take crap from anyone under 4 feet tall, then I feel like my own mom, unloving and unemotional. I really am having a hard time finding a medium. I think the scary part is not knowing if this is something that's forever for me. Will Ryan ever be able to live on his own, understand rules, be diciplined, play nicely? Will I be doing this forever? I know PDD-NOS doesn't have to be life debilitating, but will it be? Trust me, I do understand the incredible amount of luck I have in having 2 healthy, sweet boys. It could be so much worse. It's just that doing this on my own, with no help from anyone, is really fucking hard. My friends, they don't get it. They have husbands to "help", or even just to be there to keep an eye on a kid so they can shower in peace or run to the grocery for that one last thing. With them having husbands, they also have the cocoon of suburbia with playgroup moms and neighborhood friends. They have money. They have support. I don't have any of that. I'm holding tight to the last few friends I feel like I have. It's like you get divorced and there's this big D on your chest and they think it's contagious. I wish they'd get over it and just be good friends. Anyway, just a vent post. I'm going to lock myself in the shower now and then go to church and pray for forgiveness and strength. Mostly strength.Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-75512790917110883362008-12-28T14:37:00.001-08:002008-12-28T14:44:21.597-08:00MemoriesSometimes I miss being Delilah Blue... <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_m-BjrxmgI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-25373682586255870632008-12-17T16:20:00.000-08:002008-12-17T16:21:55.955-08:00Ryan's SongI hear songs that speak to me about my kids, and for as long as I can remember "My Wish" was Andrew's song. Well when Ryan was born, I adopted this song below as Ryan's song... and now more than ever, with things in our life the way they are, it works better than I could have imagined. I love you Ryan... <br /><br />"I know we're different, but deep inside us, we're not that different at all..." <br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxQfI3m6ycM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxQfI3m6ycM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-3437330663201671192008-11-07T08:13:00.001-08:002008-11-07T08:13:31.392-08:00Countdown Begins<SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript" SRC="http://www.nineblue.com/widgets/xmas/flashembed.js"></SCRIPT><noscript>Get the Countdown 'Till Christmas widget and many other great free widgets at <a href="http://www.nineblue.com">NineBlue</a>!</noscript>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-39701431004009398742008-11-04T17:17:00.000-08:002008-11-06T06:52:11.818-08:00I think I want to...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1tDqqp1Sbs&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1tDqqp1Sbs&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-75941159106934859942008-11-04T16:34:00.000-08:002008-11-06T06:52:45.316-08:00Time for major updates<div><div><div>I was looking thru my friend's blogs and realized I keep meaning to get on here and write, and then I feel like I have nothing super fab to write about. So here's our boring little update!</div><div></div><br /><div>Andrew.... Andrew is definately growing into a boy. He stopped tap, because they stopped offering it, and is in yoga instead. Now, no offense to anyone, but we are not "yoga" people. And 5 year olds are not "yoga" people. Not sure Andrew would even stand for any "wooosaaaa" in his life. But that's what they offer, and it's already been paid, so until Christmas, we're gettin' our Namastad on. He's altogether doing very well. Bright and smart as a whip, caring and sweet, precocious and funny. He's also a back talker, smart mouth and whiner. Ah well, you can't win them all. </div><div></div><br /><div>Ryan.... Ryan started the fall season with an explosion. He's talking more and more, he's gaining more control over his movements and motor skills. He's working hard in that brain of his I can tell. He's awesome at school and often doesn't want to leave. He really enjoys playing outside on bikes. We started the next step in his therapies for when he turns 3. He'll be evaluated sometime between now and March (seriously) for what he qualifies for. My guess is that he'll be in 1/2 day programs thru the school system for speech, development and OT. I would love for him to catch up by kindergarden and speech is the key to that I think. He's a tough cookie, but he's also so damn sweet he'll give you a cavity. </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Me.... I've been working like crazy. It's just such a wreck there right now that I can't even breathe half the time. I'm praying for Paula, our manager, to get better as right now she's really ill with her first pregnancy. I'm also hoping our new girl starts soon because I can't take the brunt of the entire office much longer. I miss my friends, it seems most of my girlfriends have such consuming lives that we miss each other often. I feel the need for a daddy trip, but I can't make one. I am nervous about Christmas. I am learning about myself if so many ways, even still. more still actually. I still get the drowining feeling, but it's better. I still get anxiety, but that's better too. I still see Annie, and that's great. All in all, it's going okay. These days if we make it thru in one piece then it's okay! I know I should write about my loooooooove life, but it's kinda just doing it's own thing these days and there's nothing to really write about. </div><div></div><br /><div>Halloween went off without a hitch. It was awesome!!!!! So much fun! Here's pics!</div><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDs_4U4ZyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wLxLO0FeiQU/s1600-h/DSC04146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264968546591991586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDs_4U4ZyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wLxLO0FeiQU/s200/DSC04146.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDsv6j4huI/AAAAAAAAASA/6phUznP6uu4/s1600-h/Andrew2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264968272313878242" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDsv6j4huI/AAAAAAAAASA/6phUznP6uu4/s200/Andrew2.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDs4-3iHkI/AAAAAAAAASI/E_EeiOplAMU/s1600-h/n1431363032_30108667_8749.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264968428088860226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SRDs4-3iHkI/AAAAAAAAASI/E_EeiOplAMU/s200/n1431363032_30108667_8749.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"> </p><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-82660571670188889612008-09-24T18:20:00.000-07:002008-09-25T17:40:21.615-07:00If you give an Andrew anything....<p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SNwvXPgNNMI/AAAAAAAAANM/78VF_VvjzAQ/s1600-h/30003239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250123341952267458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SNwvXPgNNMI/AAAAAAAAANM/78VF_VvjzAQ/s200/30003239.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">My life is proverbial satire... the Proverbial "If you give a ____ a ____" books are the theme for tonight. So let's start with "If you give an Andrew an inch"<br /><br /><br />If you give an Andrew an inch, he'll want to take a mile. He'll decide that he's going take that mile up the street to agree to go to the park with you and your friend to play. If you take him to the park, you have to get him food to eat there, since it's dinner time. So you'll get him chicken, because it's a picnic and that's what you get on picnics. If you give your Andrew chicken, he'll want sides, then he'll complain about all the options for sides until you get to french fries, which, of course, he'll agree to. He will also then scream for dessert, so loud that the lady working the drive thru will want to give him one, even against your refusal. Once you pay too much for gross, greasy, over fried food you'll finally get to the park. When you get to the park, he'll want to play first, and eat later. If you really let him do that, he'll never eat, so you don't agree to that request. This causes a little pouting, but once your Andrew see's that his friends are eating too, he sits and tries to be quiet and eats most of his dinner. Once your Andrew finishes dinner, he'll want to <em>finally</em> play. If you let your Andrew play, you have to push him for many minutes on the swings while trying to keep an eye on his brother. Brother acts just fine at the park, for once. So you say a little thank you for that one. Once it starts to get dark, you have to tell your Andrew it's time to go. If you tell Andrew it's time to go, he will definitely throw a fit. If he throws a fit, you have to bite your tongue and put him sternly in the car and whisper threats to him so no other parents can hear you. If that doesn't help, you may have to pinch him in the leg and shut the door really fast.... I do not suggest the latter, as it results in a long ride home. Once you get your Andrew home he will then complain that he is still hungry and you will have to make him more dinner, even though you remind him of the gross, greasy chicken and french fries he ate earlier. This reminds him he needs to potty... you must let him potty. Then he's still hungry so you need to still feed him, again. Once allllll these things are done, he will be almost ready for bed. If you get him in PJ's, you've accomplished a major task. Once you get him to bed, he will ask for some medicine for his sore throat and cough. If you give your Andrew some medicine, he may wake up with medicine head at 4 AM and crawl in your bed.... but since you can't deny it, you give it to him anyway... and if you give your Andrew some medicine, he'll want water. Once you give him water, he'll have to potty again. 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I just needed to write a time line of how exactly this summer has gone. Maybe if I vent it out, it will just halt the germs....<br /><br />June was okay. I battled some personal issues but all in all it was a healthy month at least.<br /><br />July saw me in terrible back pain and muscular tightness. I was terribly stressed out and that's what happens to me. I ended up tightening up all over my upper back and neck to the point where I couldn't even move one little bit without shooting pain. Had to call a friend to help me get the boys to school and take me to the doctor to get a shot in my hip to reduce the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inflammation</span> of the muscles. At the same time we all battled pink eye. Ryan got it first, then me. My infection never went away and I ended up with a real bad infection in my cornea. I was having BAD pain in my eyes and my vision was blurred. To the point where I could barely read the screen or signs. 2 visits to the eye doc and I was good to go. It's still blurry in my right eye, but at least I can see.<br /><br />August started off well, but holy cow it got bad. Andrew got walking pneumonia and swimmers ear at the same time. He had to do breathing treatments and drops and all kinds of stuff! It was stressful to say the least. The ear problem was worse than the pneumonia. He did the treatments just fine, but hated the drops and for anyone to even look in his ear was a nightmare. Then just as we were getting over that, Ryan got head lice. WHAT??? Seriously? Yeah, so that was a day of cleaning and washing and picking with a little comb and all that fun stuff. I never once saw an egg or a bug, but we all got treated none the less. After that he started with some really bad congestion. His chest and nose were really yucky. He wasn't acting himself and I took him in but nothing was wrong other than a cold. After that he started a fever of 101, then 102 then finally 103. They said it was nothing.... NOTHING. I think it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roseola</span>. Whatever it was it seems to have gone away. PLEASE for the love of God can we please not be sick for at least a month. It's not even flu season yet. Ah-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chooooooo</span>.Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-91465193608646276982008-08-22T17:25:00.000-07:002008-08-28T17:34:26.468-07:00My Wish<div><embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=6c5429beeef38e82f6d1a8" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&p=6c5429beeef38e82f6d1a8&skin_id=701&host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=6c5429beeef38e82f6d1a8&skin_id=701&source=emplay" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/6c5429beeef38e82f6d1a8/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&utm_source=emplay&utm_medium=txt0" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;">Make photo slide shows at <span style="text-decoration:underline;">www.OneTrueMedia.com</span></a></div></div>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-36095406204811030392008-06-03T19:19:00.000-07:002008-06-03T19:21:21.469-07:00Andrew's Rehearsal<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-M62sFNzKc&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-M62sFNzKc&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-70450850078318969602008-05-05T11:53:00.000-07:002008-08-28T17:34:58.189-07:00Moving...This whole year has been about moving for me. Moving on, moving out, moving right along... It's been tough... i mean, WHO likes to move?? This weekend I moved from my apartment into a more comfortable townhouse. It was a little emotional leaving my little 2 bedroom apartment that saw me thru the worst of times, but I hope that the new place will be home to much better times. The boys each have their own rooms now, which should see a blessing. There is less worry about bothering the neighbors with Ryan's consistant stomping and Andrew's consistant yelling. I'm a little worried about the stairs, since it's 2 stories, but anyone who knows me knows that I worry about stairs with EVERYONE, not just children. I'm pretty sure in a past life I died falling down some stairs. I bet that was graceful.<br /><br />I had some great help this past week(end) and I couldn't have done any of this move without everyone who was there. I'm SO fortunate to have such great family and friends.<br /><br />Here's some pics from the move.<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>A little corner of paradise...<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SB9hSVcaIAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XoNzCO6Rqeo/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196979462630678530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SB9hSVcaIAI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XoNzCO6Rqeo/s200/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Old McDonald had a farm... behind my TV<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SB9ijVcaIBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-6umbUj10YY/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196980854200082450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Agvqtw0toOM/SB9ijVcaIBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/-6umbUj10YY/s200/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-44481921666884336902008-05-05T11:48:00.000-07:002008-08-28T17:33:15.046-07:00More Mothers Day Inspiration<div align="center">MOTHERS and MOMS<br /><br /><br />This is for the mothers who have sat up<br />all night with sick toddlers in their arms,<br />wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer<br />wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,<br />"It's okay honey, Mommy's here."<br /><br />Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end<br />soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who show up at<br />work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains<br />on their blouses and diapers in their purse.<br /><br />For all the mothers who run carpools and<br />make cookies and sew Halloween costumes.<br />And all the mothers who DON'T.<br /><br />This is for the mothers who gave birth to<br />babies they'll never see. And the mothers<br />who took those babies and gave them homes.<br /><br />This is for the mothers whose priceless art<br />collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.<br /><br />And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars.<br />And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't<br />have missed it for the world," and mean it.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who sat down with<br />their children and explained all about making<br />babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who<br />wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who go<br />hungry, so their children can eat.<br /><br />For all the mothers who read "Goodnight,<br />Moon" twice a night for a year. And then<br />read it again, "Just one more time."<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who taught<br />their children to tie their shoelaces before<br />they started school. And for all the mothers<br />who opted for Velcro instead.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who teach their sons<br />to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.<br /><br />This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?"<br />in a crowd, even though they know their<br />own offspring are at home -- or even away<br />at college -- or have their own families.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who sent their kids<br />to school with stomach aches, assuring them<br />they'd be just FINE once they got there, only<br />to get calls from the school nurse an hour later<br />asking them to please pick them up. Right away.<br /><br />This is for mothers whose children have gone<br />astray, who can't find the words to reach them.<br />For all the mothers who bite their lips until they<br />bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.<br /><br />For all the mothers of the victims of<br />recent school shootings, and the mothers<br />of those who did the shooting.<br /><br />For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their<br />TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.<br /><br />This is for all the mothers who taught their<br />children to be peaceful, and now pray<br />they come home safely from a war.<br /><br />What makes a good mother anyway?<br />Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?<br />The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and<br />sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?<br /><br />Or is it in her heart?<br />Is it the ache she feels when she<br />watches her son or daughter disappear<br />down the street, walking to school alone<br />for the very first time?<br /><br />The jolt that takes her from sleep to<br />dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put<br />her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?<br /><br />The panic, years later, that comes again<br />at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear<br />their key in the door and know they<br />are safe again in her home?<br /><br />Or the need to flee from wherever she is<br />and hug her child when she hears news<br />of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?<br /><br />The emotions of motherhood are<br />universal and so our thoughts for<br />young mothers stumbling through diaper<br />changes and sleep deprivation...<br />And for mature mothers learning to let go.<br /><br />For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.<br /><br />Single mothers and married mothers.<br /><br />Mothers with money, mothers without.<br /><br />This is for you all. For all of us...<br /><br />Hang in there. In the end we can<br />only do the best we can. Tell them<br />every day that we love them. And pray<br />and never stop being a mother...<br /></div>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-8630764908727032842008-04-30T17:43:00.000-07:002008-08-28T17:33:15.047-07:00Before I was a MomBefore I was a Mom<br /><br /><br />I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.<br /><br />I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.<br /><br />I never thought about immunizations.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom - <br /><br />I had never been puked on.<br />Pooped on.<br />Chewed on.<br />Peed on.<br /><br />I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.<br /><br />I slept all night.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom<br /><br />I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests.<br /><br />Or give shots.<br /><br />I never looked into teary eyes and cried.<br /><br />I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.<br /><br />I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom<br /><br />I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down. <br /><br />I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.<br /><br />I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.<br /><br />I never knew that I could love someone so much.<br /><br />I never knew I would love being a Mom.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom -<br /><br />I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. <br /><br />I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.<br /><br />I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. <br /><br />I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.<br /><br />Before I was a Mom -<br /><br />I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.<br /><br />I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.<br /><br />I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-53621672948432395762008-04-26T06:04:00.000-07:002008-11-04T16:54:39.367-08:00Life MusicI was driving around yesterday with the windows down and the music UP! I realize that I do not come across as a music person at all. I'm not up to date on bands, don't know what the hottest thing out there is unless it's on Q100 between 7 and 9 AM. What I do know is that I have about 5 - 10 key bands that I stick with, some of which is country music!<br /><br /><br /><br />So I have some more songs to blog that are my key of life music. I love how songs remind me of people or situations in my life. Here are a few...<br /><br />________________________________________<br /><br />These songs are for the men who have impacted my life in some way. There were good times and tragic endings, there was comfort and friendship. There was, above all, emotion and care. Which we all needed. You learn something from everyone who touches your life. I don't regret much, but I do regret some.<br /><br /><br /><br />Keith Urban - Stupid Boy (this applies to most of the guys I've met!)<br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Xp8S0aDCleY">http://youtube.com/watch?v=Xp8S0aDCleY</a><br /><br />Plain White T's - Hey There Delilah (can't hear this song without thinking of you, J.)<br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8">http://youtube.com/watch?v=EbJtYqBYCV8</a><br /><br />Sugarland - Stay (again, J... wow what a ride...)<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIyxkZod2cM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIyxkZod2cM</a><br /><br /><br />Matchbox 20 - Push (the story of my life, never has a song captured my own world in such a way.... I refuse to be pushed around anymore)<br /><a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=s4fVhKU7NUk">http://youtube.com/watch?v=s4fVhKU7NUk</a>Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-157123038453371351.post-38012372119192356072008-03-13T13:48:00.001-07:002008-09-02T11:37:29.537-07:00UpdateOk I realize I've been slacking here. Things have been nuts for me lately! Batman and I broke up. And no, I never got to see the batcave. That's a huge reason I was over it. He didn't let me into his life as much as I was letting him in mine and I began to feel cheated over the effort. He had issues with me as well, anyone dating a single mom who tells her flat out "I don't want to raise someone else's kids" is just way too full of himself. I'm pretty sure no one asked him to raise anyone! They have a daddy. And more important, they have me. And he wasn't good enough to even know them. So it was just all for the best. Plus he wanted to do the whole marriage and family thing for himself for the first time and I'm just not the girl for that. I would definately get married again, but I don't want to have more babies... this is becoming a big deal in the dating world I see. Plus there was a girl he can't get over, so he's back trying that out again, best of luck to ya brother. He needs to experience his life on his own for the first time. He's way to selfish to be with someone who has been down that road and back again. I, on the other hand, am getting over it nicely (he made it easy to do that since he became a jerk). <br /><br />Ryan started his therapies, it's all going well so far! He's talking SO much more. He's saying cool new words every day, like Shoes (this morning!) and Ella (yesterday, a girl in his class). It's so awesome! <br /><br />Andrew is being really grown up all of a sudden. He's getting the worse attitude but also can still be so sweet! Ah the joys of being 4. <br /><br />Other than that nothing else is going on. Lots of life changes and learning from mistakes. That's what we do right?Sheila http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292246113838152067noreply@blogger.com1