Life Is Like a Box of Chocolates!

Oh, that Forrest! How wise...

Ya know, life can be very much like that box of chocolates, not knowing what you're going to get, but yet, still how delicious that box is!

With all of the chaos going around the way - and not just us! I'm completely amazed by all of the ones that you would never have thunk come up to us and telling us their tragic/chaotic stories. People who were believed to really and completely have it ALL together - I've decided to take control of what I can... MY LIFE! And everything that's surrounding it. Can I control my finances or how someone else treats us (like luring our first pet into a cage and dumping her somewhere and acting like it was our fault!) or the endless phone calls from collectors of telemarketers that became old about 13 years ago when I first got my own telephone! Nope. I can't control them. But, I can control MYself, and how I look at things. We constantly allow so many toxins into our bodies from stress and why on earth give them that power over us?!

This is what I've started... It's small and many folks already do it, but here goes... For every bad (OMG! My life is ending!) situation that we're faced with, I find 3 positive things that have come out of it. Between that and my "Positivity Journal" that I keep, my attitude has really changed and I FEEL COMPLETE. I've even noticed a change in my children and husband. It's something that I've always known, how mom feels is how the rest of the family feels... but, this isn't only a change in my life, it changes how my children look at things and hopefully will represent the way that they choose to rear their children.

For the past... oh 8 or 9 days, every time something bad happens, be it bad news in the mail, kids fussing, bad neighbors doing illegal things and getting away with it, or just a gloomy, muggy day - like today- I jot down 3 things that are good that have came out of it. It may even be that I take out an old receipt from my purse and scribble down a thought or two.

For instance, when the cat situation happened (Long story short - Evil neighbor, lured innocent house cat (illegal), dumped far away (also illegal) and is not ashamed by her actions) it seemed as though no one would listen. It's not like we're the "cat people", we have 2. They're indoor. They snuck out one night. Loved it. She didn't.

One night, after the cat napping!, I was sitting there thinking... Is that okay? Can someone just take something that's yours (or in this case ReAnna's) and dump it somewhere and it's okay? If that's the case I could take all of the neighbors' barking K9's and ship them to the Reservoir.. So, I decided to call around and see what I could find out. Well, the police know nothing. We printed up the codes for them! They tell us to contact Humane Society. HS says call Sheriff. Sheriff is township, not city. They say call cops. That ticked off my mother, who happens to be more passionate about this cause than I am and she's contacted code enforcement (who never got back with us). Then, that guys secretary got tired of him not calling us back and gave mom the name and number of the City Manager! So, now they, too are on the case. Apparently, if it gets resolved a lot of folks may or may not get into some trouble for not doing their jobs. All I wanted was someone to at least give her a warning and say she can't lure pets with food and trap them. Sheesh!

Well, after being emotional about this for too long, I decided to be positive... First of all, we rescued the kitten that had been coming around for fear that she, too, may be dumped (and of course, I became hero to the children who have been driving me insane with wanting her since she showed up). And she is just a doll! The sweetest personality of any cat. When we let her in for the first time, she went right into the litter box, so we think that she was probably dumped in our woods, like so many of the strays over here. Secondly, it's made us appreciate the pets that we do have. We don't think of them as a burden (not that we didn't enjoy them, you've heard the stories) but a privilege to care for them and give them a loving home. #3 positive feeling was now our neighbor avoids us like the plague! It may not seem too positive to you, but we've dealt with her bad attitude and dislike for our children for the last 7 years. It's so nice to go outside and completely be ignored! It avoids that awkward tension experienced when you had to find something polite to say quickly without it seeming made up.

Also, as far as my husband being laid off and injured... though I thought for a long time of all of the negative things, I failed to see the positive. How we've received help from assistance programs, the time spent together - virtually stress free, having a helper around the house, getting projects done that have been ignored for years!, and who doesn't like the smell of coffee brewing and bacon in the skillet. My husband happens to be the absolute best bacon maker ever! He gets them so perfect. Chewy throughout. Mine are burnt in some spots and raw in others. UGH! We've been able to do our bible studies much more thoroughly and draw closer to Jehovah as a family. In fact the hard thing that I dealt with in trying to think of three positive things was that I couldn't limit it to just 3 things. There were so many wonderful things that have come out of this situation.

These are just a couple of my situations that I've changed my thought process on, but I have a notebook that's filling very fast, and you get the idea. I've even found that things that normally would irk me, don't. Like, if I don't feel it's important enough to take out my pen, I just let it fly!

I have so many books, bill books, budgeting and finance, self-help... Wouldn't it be great if others told me their stories and I put them together with mine? ....I'd like to have a book like that.

Things I Love!

Don't you just love the smell of rain in the spring and fall. In the spring it's great b/c it's a relief from the snow that seems neverending. In the fall it's a sweet smell that arises from the decaying leaves and plant debris that have shed to the earth's floor. A summer rain can seem pleasantly welcome, too, if there shortly follows relief from a humid eve.

I love the sound of a baby's voice. Be it a cry or uncontrollable laughter, it doesn't matter. That innocent, pure sound never gets old. Sometimes, I just sit in my bedroom and fight back the tears b/c I know that the laughter, arguing, excitement, playful banter and quiet storytelling that I overhear coming from the next room... isn't going to last forever. One day... It'll be gone. As much as I want to complain about noise (sigh), it's stability and I know it won't last forever. Just let it happen. Whence it's gone, I'll be lost wondering where I may find it again.

I love the sound of lots of feet in my home.

I love the smell of spices coming from my kitchen. It means that I've got a wonderful reward of sweets in the oven. Though, I still reserve a spot in my heart for the smell of fried onions and stewed veggies.

The kitchen is full of herbs drying for winter use.

The wood floors have been recently oiled.

The woodburner is close to being lit.

The windows are open, allowing a bit of a fall breeze inside to air out the stink of summer.

The bathroom smells of baby powder that was used after the last bath.

The babies' room smells of crayons, clean laundry and that perfume (of a vanilla scent) that ReAnna keeps spraying everytime she's in there for any period of time.

I just love it.

The smell of fresh cut grass, most people love. But I, too, love the look of it. Like when you vaccum your carpet. It just makes everything else look so much better.

I love sitting in the shade of our patio umbrella or of the maple tree that sets over the hammock.

I love the Japanese anemonie that are currently in full bloom, next to a vining rose that is of the same color, yet has just begun this year.

There are many great spectacles of beauty on this earth, but yet the view of the forest from my front door will do just fine.

Soon the apples will be ready for pickin'. I like to gather the ones that are on the southeast side of the tree b/c they have been warmed fairly well by the sun. The taste is more fully enhanced. Who doesn't find the sound of the 'pop' when you've cracked a bite of the apple comforting?

How blessed, truly, I am to have the one that I share my life with truly earn my deep respect. Though persecution stumbles us all, it's nice to have a stronger hand to lift you. No need to force myself to submit to his headship b/c he makes it so easy to love and support his decisions. All he does is a sure testament of his love for his family.

I often lose touch with these insignificant treasures. Finding the time to recollect the deeper things of home and life and love can prove to be one of my tougher battles. But, when I do... the feelings of love, comfort, endurance and appreciation for all we go through and learn from are overwhelming. If only I could always remember...

See?...

I'm so mad at myself!

Anytime someone else tells me their issues/problems, I truly try very hard to reason with them. I try to get them to see that they're definitely NOT the only person on the planet going through what they are experiencing and a lot of times it's all in how you may look at a situation. I hate a truly healthy individual to feel sorry for themselves. You have health, food, shelter, family, children, etc.

I'm mad b/c I feel soooo sorry for myself that I can hardly breathe. I'm at the stage where I'm fighting back that rather pushy lump in my throat. The one that reminds me that he wants out and he'll make me think of all my problems at once in order to accomplish this task.

Andre's had surgery, yes. But, he's doing good for being only 6 days post op. The day after Andre injured himself the pediatrician's office called letting us know that ReAnna tested positive for strep throat. But fortunately it wasn't a painful virus and didn't last very long. The next day I needed to mow the lawn - I'm finding it difficult doing EVERYTHING. Not that I don't like mowing or taking out trash or driving, washing car, laundry, dishes, dogs, getting kids ready, breakfast, lunch, dinner, welfare appts, picking up kids, getting the remote, dispursing meds, and applying for jobs... it's just that I never had to do ALL of it myself before. Like, I know people do it all of the time, and my poor husband is miserable and I know he wishes he could help, I just want him to stay put and chop wood for winter at the same time. Ugh! Overwhelmed. - anyways, I mowed the lawn and was attacked by KILLER BEES! They were out for blood, mine! They tried to kill me, I know it! I got stung about 12 times. Well, anyways that was last weekend. I feel pretty good now, except they itch like the dickens. Then, we went to welfare... it was good. Humbling, but good. I'm completely NOT ashamed. My husband gives them 25% of his pay every week so it's about time we get a little something back. I have a long distance cousin that I care for more than she knows and her idiotic husband up and took her son (which is her whole LIFE!) and won't give him back. The catch... they are married! She was supposed to come up to Ohio with her son for 2 weeks and his controlling mother convinced him of how horrible a mother she is and brainwashed him into to doing this b/c he can't think on his own. Now she cries herself to sleep every night. He got a restraining order put on her so she can't even call to check on her son and now has to go thru a vigorous custody battle. The justice system is so screwed up. She really wanted a family for her son and tried to work things thru with her husband. He gets mad and hits her, but she owns up to her end. She dug her nails in him... as his hands were around her neck! It's very hard to deligate one law for every circumstance. He even told the judge during the court hearing for the restraining order - which he AND his nasty mother were shocked to see her at!- that she was an amazing mother. She was given up for adoption by a woman who should have never been able to have children (tho I'm glad she did or I would have never had my Tony or Amanda) and has been scarred by it, never understanding how a mother could do something like that to their kids. Now she's without hers! So, it's got me a little emo.

Kids got off to school great and are loving it. So that's good, right?

Besides wondering how on earth I'm going to pay for August's mortgage, let alone September's, we got a little - okay a lot - bad news today.

My husband sold a couple of turn tables that are highly sought after, on ebay a couple of weeks ago. This was to help cushion the effect of playing football. These were sweet turn tables, too. He's always used them for deejaying and stuff. He DID NOT want to part with them but he feels he doesn't use 'em enough to hold on to them while we're unable to pay things. Makes sense. We may find more things to fit that category... Well, the buyer didn't purchase shipping insurance, which is their option. The tables arrived to them today completely trashed! Broken arms, needles, dust/head covers. Post office is trying to say that it's not their fault and we have to eat it. Buyer wants money (to the tune of $457) back. Which is understandable. I just truly feel that whether insurance was purchased or not the post office has a responsibility to deliver something in tact! Shipping insurance is more for items not packaged well and they clang together during delivery and break. Well, these items' BOXES were crushed and caved in, despite the fact that I wrote huge "FRAGILE", "THIS END UP", and "HANDLE WITH CARE" memos all over the boxes!

I can understand buyer wanting money back for damaged items. But they were delivered in tact and I sent them off at the post office. Ebay claims no responsibility, that we need to contact paypal to see what to do. Paypal claims no responsibility and won't release any funds to either person, and when they do it'll probably be back to the buyer, not us. The post office claims no responsibility (so far, we have to go/call tomorrow morning) b/c we didn't purchase the shipping insurance (that the buyer didn't want). BUT THEY DESTROYED THE BOXES. FRIGGIN' MORONS! OOOHH. What to do?! I don't normally discuss finances but I DON'T CARE anymore.

So here's the photos of how the packages looked when they arrived. Can you believe it. It seems like a photo that would be on Letterman. Please handle with care, my butt!

There's several scratches on these that were NOT there b4, caused by the head cover shattering.

And... the head cover shattering!

We're soo stupid for not preparing better for these situations.

We're sooo stupid for waiting and expecting uncertain funds!

We're soooo stupid for....

I'm tired.

I always had the moto, "If it's a problem that can be fixed with money, it's not a problem worth worrying about." Now I feel more like, "If it's not one thing, it's two or three or four."

I just feel sooo depressed and pessimistic. Everything downhill. I need good news.

I know, I know, it could be A LOT worse. I just wanna feel sorry for myself and I want it to work and make me feel better. I know that it won't. It doesn't matter. I'm only talking to myself anyways....

Signing off, to myself...

P.S. Please God... help us to be better people and to rely on you...(sigh)

Oh, did I mention that I have terrible allergies that started last night and my eyes look like tomato halves and my nose is almost bleeding... I'm out of tissues. Paper towels hurt.

Okay. *Update* So, the man that purchased the turn tables from us just called. (I'm only on the comp now b/c he sent us the pics and I wanted to post 'em. I'm not a comp - aholic) He was really cool and completely stated how he could tell we took EXTRA good care wrapping it so that it should have made it there fine. He was highly pleased that we weren't trying to avoid him or anything and were on top of things with whom all we called... yada yada. Anyways, worse case scenario, if the post office gives us the run around, which they will... he's asked us to go in with him on the parts he needs in order to repair the items. So, out of pocket for now is $50 bucks. If the post office admits any wrong and refunds anything at all (I'll pass out from shock) then, we won't be out much at all and we can reimburse him for his expenses. In fact, he and Andre discovered they have much in common, esp listening to similar music, so Andre's gonna send him a couple of albums when we issue him a check. Andre doesn't use albums much anymore since he's gone digital. Anyways the p.o. stuff will probably take a couple of weeks.

I hate showing how much something can make or break your day/thoughts. If I could just rely on Jehovah more and stop relying on only myself! Open mouth, insert foot... a little... : )

GOOD NEWS!

Andre's Surgery - WARNING! CONTAINS GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND SOME NUDITY!!!

So, my life since Friday has completely been consumed by worrying about my husbands health, finances and getting kids ready for school. (Which has been great. I'll post about thay later.) Nights have been pretty sleepless b/c everytime he tosses or turns I panic wondering if he's in pain. Well, I should've paced myself for the time after the surgery. Everyone around has been so encouraging with telling us how much more pain will be experienced after the surgery. Well, they were completely accurate! Well, anyways, here are a few pictures from the day of the surgery...

My brave little guy...

Prepped for surgery.

The doctor actually wrote "IT" on Andre's leg making certain that he cuts open the correct appendage.

During the end of the surgery, the doctor couldn't get him to wake up from the potion that they gave him. So they had to give him something that reversed all of the effects of the sleepy medicine. Bad thing is that it also reversed the effects of the pain medicine and the novacain. When he started to awaken, they took out his intibator (sp?) but then he stopped breathing so they had to re-intibate him. Once he was on track and starting to become more clear headed he COULD NOT GET COMFORTABLE. So, this is his tossing and turning.

Now keep in mind that he's a bit loopy. As he was tossin' and turnin' his gown started coming up in the back and revealing the full moon... Then, really loud he hollers out at me, "Here! Take a picture of this! You're taking pictures of everything else." And yanks his gown off his backside! Yikes!

See? I told you there'd be nudity! Don't ever allow me to photograph something and expect that I wouldn't put it on the web for the world to see!!

Awww. What a cute tooshie!

I've decreased the size of the pic so as not to offend anyone. Just scroll past. QUICKLY!

Like one minute he's talkin nonstop, the next he's sawing logs!

Ewwww. 21 Staples. PAIN PAIN PAIN... Tisk Tisk. All for a game of football!

EWWWWW!

Just a Quick Update

Just to let folks know, briefly... Andre has surgery scheduled tomorrow (Aug 25) at 2:45. Poor guy, no food after midnight tonight. He's gonna be starving by the time I take him home (if he's allowed to come home...). The doctor said recovery could be anywhere from 6 weeks to 3 months. Yay!

No More Contact Sports for Andre! And I MEAN IT!

Most of ya'll know what has happened to my husband but for those that don't... Here's the story:

Andre's routine on Friday over the last month or so was to pick up Tony on his way home from work and go play football. They've been playing TACKLE football, which I had my opinions about already. Here's the thing, Andre being 33 is a pretty large guy... Typically I have more concern for the other guys, not like he's a world renowned body builder or anything but he has been called 'a wall', 'giant', and 'rockbiter' (ya know the character off of Never Ending Story). Also, he played tackle football a few years ago and broke his boss's nose. Not a good thing. He's not hugely competitive, just loves football! The guys he plays with are like his age down to 14. Even Talon has made a couple of plays.

This Friday, tho, the guys mentioned it seemed as tho everyone was playing like they had some vendetta for everyone, like just hittin' harder - stuff like that. Well, about 5 minutes b4 this particular play, Andre and a few of the other guys were just talking about how they're getting a bit old for this and not having sick leave from work that you could collect from if something happened to them. Well, anyways Andre'd have to tell you the story of the "play" (that goes in one ear and out my other!) but all I know is there was a pile of guys and he was the one that didn't get up. Now, let me state for the record ALL of the guys were highly concerned and have been calling for the past 3 days. This was not an intentional thing, just stupid! LOL! (Sigh) Boys! I tell ya.

Well, Andre apparently collided knees with Chase Rice (wonder if he's okay, btw). The angle that Andre was hit caused him a lot of pain and he was like in the fetal position on his side and grabbed his knees. Right away, by what he felt in his hands he knew something was wrong. A couple of the guys came up to him to see if he needed help getting up and he just told him that it was pretty serious, he knew and wasn't gonna move. It wasn't until he moved his hands off his knees that everyone knew how bad it was. It looked like his knee cap was in his lower thigh. His knee, tho being bent, looked completely flat. YUCK! They had to call the squad to come get him. Well, in the meantime, Andre calls me (and I was like, "Gosh! What does he want now?!" I was trying to enjoy 2 minutes with everyone gone. Yes, I feel bad about feeling that way - NOW.) and proceeds to tell me a brief synopsis about what had happened. My favorite part of his story was when he first started. He says, "I need to tell you something and I need you to know that I'm not playin'." Understand that he HAD to say that b/c of his history of messin' with people and playing practicle jokes on them. (Such as this one time he was at my dad's putting up a new ceiling fan in dad's kitchen. We had all walked out of the room for a minute and when we came back the ladder was tipped over and Andre was laying face down on the floor with legs and arms bent and spread out all over the place. We didn't even blink. We were like, "Get up!" LOL) When I got there, I started laughing. Seeing that big ogre being lifted into the Ambulance was a sight. The EMT guys couldn't even lift him and when the first guy came out to see what had happened, he looked at Andre and said, "OOOOOHH!!!" Andre says, you know it's bad when the paramedic cringes.

Well, what ended up happening was that the tendon that connects the knee cap to the shin bone was severed, ricocheting his knee cap up into his lower thigh and the tendon slung back to his shin bone. EWWW! Well, we go to the bone doc tomorrow at 7:45a to see when his surgery will be. Fortunately his boss was kind enough to at least lay him off while this is going on and through recovery, otherwise there'd be no income. At least there'll be something. And I'm completely proud to say that I'll be taking advantage of whatever the welfare office has to offer. We'll be going there tomorrow after the appt...

Anyways, when Andre called me to tell me what'd happened on the field, I told him to have Anthony take photos. Little did he know, I wanted 'em so I could post 'em on the net! HA! So, here you go...

You see that bulge in his leg? That's his knee cap. His knees are lying perfectly together so it's easy to see where his knee cap SHOULD be.

What a goober!

CREEP! He's gonna be one of the perverted men in the hospital, isn't he?

"The Cat Meows All the TIme" By Talon Hurt

The cat always meows and I keep feeding her food cause she always meows and then, and then I feed her food. I take a big hand full and I give it to her. I give her it and she eats it all gone. I give her the cat food, the whole entire bowl, and she eats it all. So, that's why that I love the cat.

She's always hungry and that's okay. And I love her so much! And I can't stop loving her.

She always lays on me. Whatever time I was on the hammock, she would lay on me.

And I remember that time when ReAnna was... um... when she knew it was a girl b/c she lift up her tail. She noticed it was a girl. But, I love my mom, my dad, my sister, Lucy, Sophie, Rosco and Cletis and the other cat. The cat is named Juno. And then that's the end of my story of my cat.

The End!

(A note from Heather: As Talon's done telling me this story, he tries to explain to me that Chinese people don't have computers. When I tell him, "Sure they do." He says no, b/c they don't I electricity. I say, "Sure they do." He says well, they speak Chinese and the computer speaks English! Gotta love 'im!)

ReAnna's Story, by ReAnna Hurt "The Cat"

Once upon a time there was a stray cat that always came around BUT mom didn't like the cat coming around (that is not true! HCH).

Me and Talon have been saving up money to get all it's shots and to get it fixed.

Mom says we shouldn't do that. She just wants us to save our money on a game system...

um.... don't write that! Hey!..... They're gonna be like, "What are you writing?" Erase it! GGGRRRR!

Anyways....mmm....I took the ca, well Talon took the cat in this morning. So, mom told me to come downstairs and I took the cat upstairs... But, then, kinda embarrasing... On my way downstairs, I felt something kinda wet. I looked down and the cat had diarhea all over me!

Even though my mom was really mad... I was still upset with the cat, but I still loved her.

Um...mom keeps telling me to squirt her b/c she wants her to leave and go somewhere else. But, I don't want her to go. So I just closed the curtains instead. She's on the deck on top of the table laying down. Just meowing, waiting on me to come outside and pick her up. But, mom says I can never bring her in the house again.

The End

Congregation Picnic

Okay, so I've been in my congregation in Springfield for about 21 years! since I was 10 years old. Friends have come and gone, but we've always had the same base of folks that are more like family than my own blood for the most part. Well, there was a decision made to redraw the dividing line for our city. We have 3 congregations and in one of them there were enough people that if they dissolved it they could be divided into the remaining 2 congregations. Not only would this save on certain costs but it also brings in more wonderful association to the other 2. Ya know, it's bitter sweet... So, when they drew the dividing line some of the ones in our Hall went to the other and we gained some of their folks. It's like, I truly miss my family that went to attend the other Hall (which is like 7 minutes away) but, it's soooo nice to see these other folks coming to our Hall. No matter what we're family. It feels like people moved out of state LOL when they really just relocated only about 6 miles away! The awesome thing about this change is that it truly has brought the city of Springfield's congregations together! Like, we always see each other at assemblies and sometimes out to eat or while in service but we never really GOT to KNOW each other well. Now it's like, I'm closer than ever to the friends that went to the other Hall b/c we keep calling and getting together and then the folks that came over are soooo amazingly loving that I can't wait to make them feel welcomed and get together for dinner. We got some of the most spiritually minded brothers and sisters that are super encouraging. Good people to work hand in hand with. So, we got together on short notice to have a SPRINGFIELD picnic. Usually we have East or West get-togethers. Not everyone was able to make it but we had a lovely turn out! And OOOHHHH the food! Better than a family reunion! Well, maybe not my family's, but surely most's.

Here's just a few of the folks that I'm talking about. And I do mean a few!

Dan and Judy Rosebrock. I just love them!

Brent Mabra. A card shark!

Oh yeah. Be afraid. I kid you not!

My Chae Chae. I've know this child from the womb. Love her crazy lots!


Brothers from another mother. These boys admit that they're almost like twins, minus the black and white thing. They feel they have very much in common. Well.... they do have some crazy stories!




Dan Rosebrock




Aahhh. Debbie Jones. This is my and my husbands extended mother. Well, I'd like to take her for my own, however there's plenty of others that can say the same. She makes it VERY easy for me to love her! To me, she seems so wise b/c she really meditates on what she's gonna say b4 she says it (unlike me). If only I could accept her example.

Fred Richardson and Johnny Kenerly. What can I say? I just love 'em. They are truly amazing men and wonderful pillars of strength in our congregation.

My Cup Runeth Over!

This is my FAMILY!

(Well, a few of them anyways...)

I can honestly say, I truly love every single one! Despite our differences we overlook our imperfections and look forward to a time when we can really appreciate each other without the involvement of Satan's influence.

Oh, and check out the hottie in the pink shirt, front row! Woohoo!

Heidikins! The epitime of Victorian Beauty and a spitting image of her mutha! I love this girl. She's soooo sweet and she's kept my kids many times. The sad thing is that EVERY time she kept Talon I forgot to give her things like DIAPERS or wet wipes. That's all tho. Nothing important! LOL! One time she had to take him with her some place public and he pooped. Apparently there was only like 1 wet wipe in the container and she had this naked baby on a bathroom changing table trying to pull out all of the paper towels out of the machine! LOL! Poor thing. I'm so glad she's still even my friend. She's a wonderful kid. Support her! She's getting ready to go to Guyana. She's helping to preach where there's a greater need for volunteers to help serve all of the people. I'm gonna live vicariously thru her for a little while.

Madam Hopie! The queen diva of the wee ones. Anytime you see her there's usually a long line of wee ones following her like she's the engine of a train.

Thomas Huffman, Sr. He plays the banjo. How cool is that. U know how fast they have to pluck?!

Aaaaaahhh. Miss J'ameya (a - me - a) The lady of rage! That's what I call her b/c of her afro puffs (which I am so jealous of- I wish I could have afro puffs). This child is completely awesome! She's highly intelligent and a million more times sassy! Completely full of spunk. We were at her house a while back watching a music awards show and they were dancing and she's like, "Get it girl!" LOL! No lie, she's amazing and you can't bribe her for nothing! I offer candy and gets NO love. I tell her she's ugly (only b/c she's obviously NOT and it gets a little rise out of her - tehe!) and she looks at me right in the eye and says, "No I'm not!" Ha, never changing her facial expression! Too funny. Talon LOVES her! He's her little buddy.

You see? Even though he couldn't force her to stand any closer to him than this!

Melissa Jordan (J'ameya's mommy) and Jenny Dill. Very classy sisters. Very sharp! And they LOVE Jehovah!

I pretend that this man is my grandpa! I just love him! I think he's the sweetest thing, which makes sense b/c Judy is absolutely the sweetest lady on the PLANET! I kid you not! Her voice just makes you feel as though everything will be alright. I really hope that her father will teach me the jitterbug in paradise! (I'm sure he'll move way better than me! ; )

Partners in crime, K'shante, Kristopher and 'Samson' with baby Olivia. These 3 are virtually inseperable. They're going to have really great stories to tell on each other when they get older.

Kyle Rucker. Lookin' like his daddy! This 'little' guy is like 14! or close. He's faster than a speeding bullet and has a smile to die for!

Chassity Plott and Mailynn. Mailynn lives in eye shot of my house so I like to scream to her when I'm on the front porch that I'm watching her. If she has a few cars over I call her and ask her why I wasn't invited to her party! LOL I just love to kick it with these 2 ladies. Chassity may lead a busy life but if I even sound like there's something wrong, she's like, "Okay. Let's go get a drink." or talk or appetizer or whatever! Both are amazing mothers and dear friends!

Miss Sonya Bustos! The mutha of all muthas! She has 3 amazing kids. By that I don't mean like 'all kids are amazing'. Hers truly are! They are each completely different, yet all histerical! She's an amazing mother to EVERYONE! Not just hers, but I completely know that the whole village/kid thing is absolutely in her thought process. I truly hope we can become even closer sooner than later.

HeHeHe... My little stinker! I'm soo in complete in utter infatuation with this boy. Madly in love with him. Well, he makes it Very easy to be overcome with emotions when he flashes his little dimples. But, honestly... boys are extremely bizarrely entertaining! Esp. this one!

My little heathen is hiding behind Alyssa's noggin. And then there's Toyota/ I mean Mercedez and William Vincent. This combination means... anything can happen. Heads flushing in toilets, farting contests, worm kissing/licking... You think I'm kidding? All of that is true and has already occured.

Rice and Alec Plott. Would you believe these boys are the same age?!

This little beauty is Alyssa Libertus. I don't know her as well as I'd like but from the brief encounters I've had... I like her a lot! She gets my stupid joking around... and we both think that the D.C. bathrooms smell like bootay! HaHa. Well, at least I do!

This is a sillouette of the most sexy card shark on this side of TV! I love this guy! Truly my best friend. Friggin' histerical! He's proven to be an amazing helper for this family to get through these last days!

The youngest Rice boy and my Billie Jo. She wouldn't be the same without those glasses. She reminds me of Margaret off of Dennis the Mennis with Walter Mathou. Do you know what I'm talking about? Too cute and full of personality!

Well, anyways, that's the end of this. I truly love Jehovah for giving me such a wonderful fellowship of folks and perfect companions to get through this system!