Austin....

Sigh...I have no words..I am totally smitten...

taking it back...

Remember when cartoons were cute and sweet? Remember when it was fun to watch them on Saturday mornings? Kids these days have it way to easy. They dont know what it means to anticipate anything. The just expect everything right then and there.
I loved Disney Silly Symphony cartoons. They were my favvvvvvvvvvvorite. I'm gonna share one with ya. Its called "Little Hiawatha". When I see these old time favorites pop up on the kids Disney channel I run in there to watch it with them. I'm so sick of seeing nothing but the Sprouse twins and Mily Cyrus on that channel. BRING BACK THE CARTOONS MAN! ITS LIKE WATCHING MTV AND NOT SEEING ANY MUSIC VIDEOS which is a total other pet peeve of mine but thats another story.

I know what hope looks like...

I know what hope looks like. I do. I have seen what it looks like. It was shown to me yesterday through the heart of group of boys. They painted a pink ribbon on the field next to their Tiger paw. They sported a pink strip going down their helmets and a pink stripe on their jersey. On the field they held their helmets high and carried a banner to bring awareness to breast cancer. After the coin toss, each boy gave her a pink carnation.

Their honorary captain for the day was Mrs. Heppe. She is a breast cancer survivor herself and my 5 year old's kindergarten teacher. I have never in my life met a more kinder soul than that of Mrs. Heppe. I am honored to have her teaching another one of my boys. When I send him to school in the morning, I know that he is in the best and most kindest hands possible.

So this post is for Mrs. Heppe. The face I see when I think of HOPE.

SHUSH IT!

I am NOT one of those moms that will brag and brag about their kids. I mean, don't get me wrong I am very proud of all 3 of my boys but I think that there limit about how much you can brag about your children to other people. Everyone knows one of those parents right? Yeah, you know who I'm talking about and if you don't well then, your probably one of them. Me? I'm just happy when my kids put the toilet seat up before peeing. What can I say? I have low standards.

I have put together a small list for you to compare yourself too in case you have no idea if you are or not. These are actual situations that I have been in. If you are one of these people dont worry, there is help for you. We have rehab programs out there for you. You have to listen to other parents go on and on about their kids and your not allowed to say a word.

If you brag about how great of an artist your 3 year old is and how he can draw like professional artist but all the while your kid is sticking his crayons up his nose-then shush it.

If you brag about how your 4 year old is reading at a 3rd grade level and your friend looks over and sees your kid ripping pages out of his 3rd grade level book and eating them-then shush it.

If you brag about how your 2 year old has the extensive vocabulary of a 5 year old but all your kid really says 24-7 to everyone is "bitch"-then shush it.

And finally if you brag about your kid doing all these things above but is STILL on a bottle at the age of 4, not only will your kid have major issues later on life but you seriously need to shush it.


Now, having said all that here is my mommy brag for the week hahahaha. Its a legitimate brag though. I mean its not one of those "Awww look! He picked his nose but he did "not" eat it this time" kinda brags. My oldest son was inducted into the Babe Ruth Baseball Leagues "Best players of 2008" all-star book that will go into both of the National Hall of Fame libraries and archives. I have to submit a picture and I think this is the one I'm going to choose. He has his catchers mask and bat in this picture. What do you think? They want a black and white.

THANKS MOM AND DAD...

Thanks mom and dad for having nothing better to do during that winter of '78. I sure do appreciate it.

So, I am a 30 year old woman. I was having trouble but I'm actually okay with it now. See, here's the thing. When I see someone that has known me for ever (ants, uncles and stuff) and tell them how old I am, they cant believe how old they have gotten. Then, I feel rather young haha. Its mean I know its wrong but dude seriously, sometimes ya just gotta have that pick me up.

Lets be honest people. When you see someone that you haven't seen in 10 years and their ass is a little worse for wear. They're boobs are a little saggy and they really didnt do anything to their hair that day. You say to yourself, wow, I'm glad I didnt let myself go like that. Right? Yeah, don't lie.

Anyhow, today I'm taking it back on the blog. I'm playing one of my favorite songs from my youth. Enjoy it groupies! You know you still bobbin' your head to this beat!!
You can thank me later ladies. I know he still gives me "good vibrations". haha

To whom it may concern...

To whom it may concern,

I promise to never EVER complain about getting older again. I will rejoice in the fact that I have another year under my belt and another year to have watched my three boys grow to become men. I know that if I believe, positive things will come my way. Also, please pray for our dear friend who told us this weekend that he was diagnosed and has been battling Leukemia. A father of 2. A husband. A son. This man drug himself out to watch his son play football and his daughter cheer while wearing a surgical mask and coming from chemo.

I'll never complain about my children making to much noise giving me a headache. I'll never again complain that my husband asked me to make him something to eat after 9p because he suddenly had a case of the munchies.

I'll not complain again about life. I'll live it and love it and find beauty in it every day.

With Love,
Missy

I meet a dragon...

My cousin recently got married. I photographed his wedding. I was fine while I was photographing it but when I got into the car to leave I bawled like a baby. I was so thankful that someone would put up with his spoiled ass. Haha Just kidding TJ if your reading this. You know I love you. Actually I cried because he's gotten so much older and that in turn means that I am getting older. Blech.

I'm dealing with turning 30 next week. What will make me super duper happy is if I get a dragon like the one TJ and Christina had at their wedding. I want my very own dragon. I'd pet it and feed it and love it allllllllll the day.

I guess Spanky may be upset if I tried to bring it into the bed considering the dragon comes complete with 2 little Chinese men.

Have a nice day :)

I'm still trying to get myself out of a rut this week. Do I look stressed to you? Are my eyes a little too stressed out looking?

hmmmmm, I need a few cucumbers for my peepers..

On a more serious note....

WOMEN.SISTERS.DAUGHTERS.MOTHERS.

Our right to vote as women is fairly new to this country. We were given our first vote in 1909. 1909. 99 years. Approx. 36,100 days-give or take a few. I use the term "given" loosely considering what our sisters had to do in order for us to have the right to stand beside our husbands at the polls. They were beaten. Jailed. Starved.

Sometimes we get too wrapped up in our own lives to remember what was sacrificed for us to be able to live the way we do today. We're accepted alongside male doctors and lawyers and other professions as colleagues. As equals.

I was raised to always remember where you came from. Never forget the people that gave up things in order for you to succeed.

Lets not forget our sisters of the Women's Suffrage Movement. Register to vote and then go out and do it!