Kristin is the bomb!
I love my future sister-in-law! She's a hairdresser, and she just did my hair a couple of days ago. I love it! She's been doing my hair for a while now. I've always loved the way she's done my hair. About a year ago, Bob wanted to see me as his fantasy red head. So, I gave it a try. I don't think red is my color. I love the 'Highlights with light brown in between' look. She also does my sister's hair when Kandy comes down to visit us like twice a year. Thank you Kristin for doing all of our hair and doing such a great job!

My youngest brother Tommy, has a new girlfriend. Guess what her name is? That's right folks! Her name is Candy Sarah! Now, I already have an older sister named Kandy, and a sister-in-law named Sarah. If Tommy and Candy get married, I'm going to get so confused! What are you trying to do to us, Tommy? Just kidding. I'm so happy for him and Candy. I know that it's not anyone's fault that her name is Candy. I guess we're going to be like my dad's side of the family. My dad has two sisters-in-law that are named Debbie Holtzendorff. You can't really hyphenate that last name either. So, for a long time we were all referring to them as big Debbie and little Debbie. That's a little offensive I guess. So, now we call them Dave's Debbie, and Lee's Debbie. That sounds a little better. I guess I could just say my sister Kandy, and my brother's girlfriend Candy. I don't know. Or I could start saying Kandice, and Candy Sarah? If anyone has any idea's on what to do, please tell me!
Congratulations Tommy!

Yay!
Everyone in the daycare has pink eye. Wonderful. I really hope and pray that I don't get it. I would not go out of the house until I looked normal. Poor Caleb looked like Rocky. Joshua also has an ear infection. Who knows how many ear infections Joshua has had? Many, I've lost count. Poor little guy.

Pray that we would all be healthy for the upcoming wedding. My younger brother Bryan and his fiancee Kristin are getting married on March 20, 2004. They've been dating for 6 years. I am so happy for them. They deserve to be happy. The wedding and reception are going to be beautiful.

I'm a Muffin-Makin'-Homeschoolin'-Mom!
I hate it when my daycare parents assume that I don't mind staying late at work. The best part of it all, is that they don't even ask me, or offer to pay me extra. Maybe it's because they think, 'Oh, she won't mind, she's just babysitting. What else does she have to do? Go home and make muffins?' Hey, if I had time to make muffin's, I probably would! But that's besides the point. I have much better things to do, believe me. I feel like having them step into my world, for just one day. They would not like it one bit. So, before they assume, that I have nothing else better to do, than to watch their little rugrats, for two more hours, while they go to an Indian casino, they better think again.

Sorry, I just had to get that off my chest.

My mother-in-law's cat just scratched my foot. For no reason. I was trying to shew her into the back room. She got a little fiesty. She did not want to go in the back room, that's for sure. Then, she started fighting with the other two cats, as soon as I close the door. Freakin' crazy cat. She don't take no crap from anyone! I think it's because it was raining, and we don't let them go outside when it's raining. Poor kitty's. Their locked up in the cold, drafty back room.

Food I hate to eat:
-Raw Onions
-Runny eggs
-Italian Sausages (I don't like the little seeds that you bite into, eew!)
-Raw fish
-burnt anything, (unless it's a burnt on the B-B-Q hot dog)
-Rare beef
-anything soggy
-anything spicy
So, that's me. Just a plain Jane.

So, I didn't have a very good time on Valentines Day. Not because of my husband, he was a perfect gentleman. It was because of my cousin Crystal and her goat of a husband's wedding. It was horrible. It was the most chincy wedding's I've ever been to. It wasn't the decorations, it wasn't even the gym that they got married in that made it bad. It was the following things that made it untolorable:
-Freakin' Goat Boy (The guy just erks me)
-Big Red (Two of the bridesmaids mom, she was wearing a big-fat-red shirt, and she was the most obnoxious, bossy person I've ever met).
-My aunt Debbie (She was the mother of the bride, and very bitchy)
-All but one of the bridesmaids, did not pay Kristin for doing their hair.
-Smelling food cooking while we were trying to find a seat at the wedding, it was just wrong. The reception was in the same room as the wedding. You could hear people working in the kitchen during the ceremony. That's just tacky, and wrong.
-Some lady from my aunt Debbie's side of the family, saved the first four rows just for her family. My aunt Dianna let her know who the boss was. They were seriously arguing about it. I love my aunt Dianna!
-Goat boy was actually waving at his family from the stage. What the? Freakin' dorkus!
-My aunt Debbie made Kristin and I go and get the marriage license from the hotel, because she forgot it. I was this close to throwing it out the window on our way back to the gym.
-Goat Boy's sister was his best man. It just keeps on gettin' better and better.
-As soon as the ceremony was over, we were told to grab our chairs and put them around the tables that were set up. Uhhh...whatever.
-Here is the best part of the whole day. Goat boy leaves his new bride standing in the hallways of the hotel, still in her wedding dress, so he could go and get a massage! Oh-My-Gosh! If I were crystal, I would've grabbed him by his goat, and dragged him up to the hotel room! What the heck!

To end on a good note, we did go to B.J.'s after the wedding. Bob bought me a rose, and I had a couple of Midori Sours. That made my migraine headache go away real quick!

Oh yeah, and my uncle Dave was a real sweetie, he let us take a spin in the limo. He's so cool!

The chosen few...
Why am I such a sucker? Sometimes, I feel sorry for certain people, and I ask them if they need my help. What can I say, I'm a schmuck! Now, when I ask other certain people if they need my help, I'm really sincere. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I don't mind helping people. That is, when I see that they truly are in need, but they don't ask for help. Do you know what I mean? Maybe it's just my pride talking, I don't know. When I'm in a jam of some sort, I don't go around to every friend and family member crying, and whining about it. Half of the people that I know, don't really know all the crap that I've been through. I'd rather keep it that way, thank you very much. Don't get me wrong, I do cry, and whine. But only to the chosen few. I've learned, through the years, to cut it down to those few people. They actually listen, and care about what I'm saying. It's not only that though. They also know exactly what I'm talking about. They go through it, right along with me. So, I want to thank you, and you know who you are, for always stickin' right by my side. I hope to be as good of a friend to you, as you have been to me. I love my chosen few, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. I thank the Lord in Heaven, for sending these angels to me. I did nothing to deserve them. But, nonetheless, God has blessed me.

I've been weighing over, for a very long time, whether or not I should talk about this. So, here it goes. My first son, Joshua, has something called 'Asperger's Syndrome.' It's a very mild form of 'Autism.' I'll break it down for you, so it's easier to understand. These are just some of the things that Joshua has to deal with on a daily basis:
-has trouble keeping eye contact.
-He has to ask everyone if they like Batman, LOTR, Whales, Shrimp, or any kind of seafood to eat.
-He can't tolerate jeans, or long sleeves. He insists on wearing sweat pants, and T-shirts.
-Lately, he's been wanting to wear a suit, tie, vest, and jacket. (Just like Bruce Wayne).
-Doesn't remember things that happen a few minutes to an hour ago, but remembers things from the time he was two years old.
-Has frequent meltdowns, (screaming, crying, hitting, etc.)
-Interrupts and gets very angry if you're not listening to him.

He can also be very kind and sweet a lot of the times:
-loves me to pay attention to his 'Stories' that he makes up himself.
-Fantastic reader, writer, composer.
-loves music, especially classical, mariachi, and 'Daddy's music.' (rolling stones, beatles, Elvis, wilco, radiohead)
-loves for me to pretend to be whales with him.
-Hugs and kisses me for no reason, and says that I'm a cute mommy whale.
-calls me a cute sleepy cat, when I sleep in on the weekends.
-Helps me all the time at the daycare. He's mommy's big helper! He only helps when I don't ask him to help. Otherwise, he says 'No more favors today, favor girl. Sorry, I'm just too tired.'
-Loves to learn about the Bible.
-Loves to sing songs in Latin.
-Excellent in Math, if he's in the right mood.
-Wonderful in arts and crafts. He's extremely creative, and expressive.
-Teaching himself to play the piano by ear, like his mommy. Every Sunday after church, he goes straight to the piano.

I just wanted to get these things out in the open. Not to offend anyone. I definitely do not want anyone to feel sorry for us. God is in charge of our lives. He knows what He's doing. I don't worry. I'm sorry if it seemed like I was complaining.
I was just stating some facts about our everyday lives. We have good days, and we have bad days. Just like everyone else. Thanks for listening.

No reason to blog. I'm just tired of looking at the map of places I've been. It's been a day, let me tell ya. It's hard to have my own daycare, and homeschool a 7 year old boy. I don't recommend the daycare part of it. Homeschooling wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have the daycare. Yes, I am complaining. It's just been a frustrating day. It's not always like this. I escape when I get to watch "The Bachelorette," and that Model show. Pretty much any reality show will do, but those are my favorites.