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The other day I saw a bumper sticker that said, "Nuke a Gay Whales for Jesus"
Which goes right along with the Bizarro cartoon in the paper..." A quadruple environmental tragedy today here, Brian, as a whale, tangled in a tune net full of dolphins, beached itself on top of an egg- laying sea turtle & was hit by a gas-guzzling S.U.V."
Then there was this article I read in Parade some time ago that told me....
...it was time for back to school when, for many families, the ABC's meet ADHD...according to the CDC 4.5 million children have been diagnosed, but "experts" don't know what causes it. New research points to pesticides particularly organophosphate- a man made toxin originally developed for chemical warfare and now used extensively in agriculture. Scientists in the journal Environmental Health Perspectives write that children exposed to this in the womb have a higher chance of developing attention problems by age 5.
the article goes on and on and then states that possibly one million children are misdiagnosed. That some children just may be inattentive or behave poorly because they are 5....
but to be better safe than sorry always wash your fruit and vegetables first.......
..... and take your child's age into consideration before getting an evaluation........um really? This tid bit of info goes right along with do not put your hands flatly on an eye of the stove if it is cherry red, you may burn your freaking skin off moron.
At the risk of sounding completely judgmental and governmental conspiracy driven......this is my take on some things that make me want to poke my own eyeballs out or give someone a paper cut on purpose.
If your child spends most of his/her time in the house, on the computer, playing hand held games and watching TV and eating crap food and he/ she is getting on your nerves....that child does not have ADD or ADHD.
That child has PDD, Parental Disengagement Disorder. Some parents need to get off their butts and cut the flipping TV off, get off the internet, and parent their children properly.
Do I believe some children respond better when taking medication? Absolutely.
Some kids need it and they need their parents to administer it to them properly...they need to freaking give the kid the medication themselves, make sure the kid freaking swallows it, and makes sure it given every day at the same dag gone time....I know a kid in 3rd grade, whose parent tells him to take his medication which, he says he does, then he spits it out, his mother does not make him take it regularly nor does she refill his scripts when he's out. That kind of parenting should be a dang crime. She is doing her child a severe injustice in life.....and it affects all the children and adults this child comes in contact with....all day long.
On the medication as prescribed, the child is a different child altogether.
Some of the kids though, are just drugged up and therefore more quiet and sedentary...and more pleasing to the parent who wants to do what the heck they want to do with minimal parenting.
How is it that 4.5 million children come to be diagnosed with ADHD?? It is absurd.
In the extreme sarcastic corners of my mind I see a woman with a colic baby and the doc's saying, "Here, just put some Ritalin in the bottle, this child has ADHD. Better yet, you take the medication yourself and then breast feed, it's more naturally administered that way and won't damage his self esteem as he becomes an adult."
I swear some mornings while we are trying to school I vow with my hands raised to the ceiling, to put Cole on the yellow bus and never homeschool him...cause he gets on my nerves some days. He behaves disorderly, disruptive, inattentive, and certainly hyper.......why?
Because I am schooling the other three, and he wants me to sit in the floor and play cars, read to him, color with him, watch a movie with him, he wants Zac to wrestle with him, or Maysie to shoot video's with him....does he have ADHD? No! I could totally take him to the doctor explain his behavior and I swear I believe I could acquire medication. However, the minute one of us switches our time to him to engage, the behavior immediately changes.
I don't mean we watch a movie with him or something surely quiet...I mean engage in an activity. It may be playing cars, walking the dog, putting up laundry together or making beds together...his behavior changes instantly.
I do believe they put entirely to much crap in our food. God did not make our food to have a longer lasting shelf life or more nutrients and vitamins than He put into them Himself, certain small chickens aren't supposed to be unnaturally plump for our consumption.
For sure some children are reacting to be over chemical-ed.....and certainly any one of my children could be one of them. I mean for pete's sake we deal with OCD issues constantly in two children, two children have digestion issues & even I have been have had some issues with food lately & stomach pains, two of the children could be considered "hyper" by some......I mean pick a child, any child, any where....allergies galore these days, environmental and FOOD allergies more now than ever! Autism, through the roof. Cancer, through the roof. Alzheimers......Why???
Cause in the name of the almighty dollar our food is genetically modified and chemical-ed, if that is even a word.
I hate to sound manic, but gee wiz folks, I need some people to give me a break from being inundated with politically correct bullcrap. I am bored with that and unaffected.
I need some parents to quit excusing their children with ADHD and dag gone do some parenting that includes showing respect and discipline.
I need to be detoxed from all the chemicals.
I need some Midol & Lindor chocolate truffles probably too.
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
an egg- laying sea turtle & was hit by a gas-guzzling S.U.V........
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Sunday, December 5, 2010
um, stupid..........
The holidays are always full of stuff aren't they? It's that time of year when you do stuff that isn't yer everyday activity and then get frustrated and wonder why you do these activities at all....like put lights on yer slumbering bushes and stuff.
I totally had lights on my house before Thanksgiving to get ahead of the game this season. I didn't cut them on till Thanksgiving though.
The kids were playing flashlight hide and seek with neighborhood kids one night. The next day my lights were not working, the wiring was broken slap into two separate strands going from one bush to a Christmas tree shaped evergreen bush thingy. so I blamed it on the kids hiding behind my bushes and told them not to hide there anymore this season. I restrung the lights on the Christmas tree shaped evergreen, it actually looked better than before I thought.
Hide and go seek again....the lights aren't working again. I am like, really?? Some kids are gonna lose a body part for this. I get all CSI trying to figure out which child to convict and sentence. Then it dawns on me the second break is in the exact location of the first. An animal has chewed my lights in half. I do apologize to my children for interrogating them and then relay to D my situation.
Because he can fix everything, literally... he fixes the lights using some cool gadgets he has gotten at this convention in Florida. He does this immediately so I will leave him alone, so that he can watch football on his new 46" TV that everyone in my family practically worships. It's as if they never had TV. If I hear the words "high def" one more time, my eyes are going to pop out of their sockets.

So my lights are working. Here's a picture of CB with "his boyz" as he fondly called his over lit frozen pals.
Then for no apparent reason the lights in the middle of my pre-lit tree that I purchased trying to be "green," went out. May and I replaced about 25 bulbs, on dang quest I tell ya.
Then D replaced 25 more bulbs and checked his meter thing for fuse issues, nothing, the fuses were good. So I made the executive decision to unstrand the lights on the pre-lit tree and re-string them.
um, stupid.
The lights were wrapped onto my tree by an uneducated individual in some random pattern that made no sense to God or anyone in this world even remotely close to adequate. It took entirely too long to unstrand those lights and I am 100% convinced they need to offer college level courses on how to unstrand a pre-lit tree. I grew a beard and died twice while taking those lights off.
That job sucked and I have to use that awful word cause that's how awful that job was.
The lights were, no lie, stung by the longest strand of lights in the whole universe. Each bulb was almost 9" from the next bulb. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. I was thinking, for some folks trying to promote going freaking green...that's a total waste of product.
I had to take off two strands.
I went to upload these photos from my camera and found that at some point CB had taken some video of himself talking smack that is so crazy, I can't even put it on my blog. Not one video of himself talking smack, but 3! ....and this photograph.
I totally had lights on my house before Thanksgiving to get ahead of the game this season. I didn't cut them on till Thanksgiving though.
The kids were playing flashlight hide and seek with neighborhood kids one night. The next day my lights were not working, the wiring was broken slap into two separate strands going from one bush to a Christmas tree shaped evergreen bush thingy. so I blamed it on the kids hiding behind my bushes and told them not to hide there anymore this season. I restrung the lights on the Christmas tree shaped evergreen, it actually looked better than before I thought.
Hide and go seek again....the lights aren't working again. I am like, really?? Some kids are gonna lose a body part for this. I get all CSI trying to figure out which child to convict and sentence. Then it dawns on me the second break is in the exact location of the first. An animal has chewed my lights in half. I do apologize to my children for interrogating them and then relay to D my situation.
Because he can fix everything, literally... he fixes the lights using some cool gadgets he has gotten at this convention in Florida. He does this immediately so I will leave him alone, so that he can watch football on his new 46" TV that everyone in my family practically worships. It's as if they never had TV. If I hear the words "high def" one more time, my eyes are going to pop out of their sockets.
So my lights are working. Here's a picture of CB with "his boyz" as he fondly called his over lit frozen pals.
Then for no apparent reason the lights in the middle of my pre-lit tree that I purchased trying to be "green," went out. May and I replaced about 25 bulbs, on dang quest I tell ya.
Then D replaced 25 more bulbs and checked his meter thing for fuse issues, nothing, the fuses were good. So I made the executive decision to unstrand the lights on the pre-lit tree and re-string them.
um, stupid.
The lights were wrapped onto my tree by an uneducated individual in some random pattern that made no sense to God or anyone in this world even remotely close to adequate. It took entirely too long to unstrand those lights and I am 100% convinced they need to offer college level courses on how to unstrand a pre-lit tree. I grew a beard and died twice while taking those lights off.
That job sucked and I have to use that awful word cause that's how awful that job was.
The lights were, no lie, stung by the longest strand of lights in the whole universe. Each bulb was almost 9" from the next bulb. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. I was thinking, for some folks trying to promote going freaking green...that's a total waste of product.
I had to take off two strands.
Now it looks okay though. I feel satisfied.
Monday, February 8, 2010
There's no hair extentions in tha alamo.......
We went to a Super Bowl Party at Caesar & Cornelia's(Caesars wife's name as told by history for real , not just blog stuff.....or at least his first wife anyway).
Cornelia's house was set up perfectly for a Super Bowl Party.....plenty of room for food, flat screens everywhere inside and out, and good company galore.
I don't normally even watch the football game, not even the commercials. It has always seemed like a waste of 4 hours, generally. I usually watch the National Anthem then I am off to do something else. If the person singing the anthem starts going off on their own tangent singing God knows what, I don't even listen to that.
Whitney Houston still ranks number one in my National Anthem book.
see it here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupsPg5H6aE
I did like the Doritos commercials. Those were pretty funny. This one is hilarious...
and this one too...
Last night though, I really enjoyed the football game. The game, itself....was exciting to me. I'm not a hoot and holler type girl unless it's one of my kids playing, but hanging out with my neighbors which I hadn't done since before Christmas was AWESOME!
There was this delicious dessert pizza that used sugar cookie dough for the crust. It had this amazing white stuff for the sauce and the toppings were pineapple, strawberries, small oranges, and bananas and something else I'm sure....
ROCKED MY DANG TASTE BUDS WORLD, delicious!!!
I am going to have dreams about it for sure.
Anyhoo, somehow it came up that the guys had long hair...and by the way, were they hair extensions? A bunch of us girls determined they had to be. To which the guys could give us play by play on why they were not, the hair was real.
In my mind I heard the Alamo, Texas, high pitched voice, of the lady from Pee Wee Herman's movie...."There's no hair extentions in tha Aaalamoe."
So I decided to check it out by looking at back photos of long haired NFL players. This is what I think.......
This guys hair is real....
Troy Polamalu

and so is this guys.....
Usama Young...2006

2007

2010.......see a sort of natural progression.....believable

and maybe this guy too.....
Phillip Wheeler....2008

2010....

So, for the few I looked up I would say there are surely signs of natural hair growth progression.
However I am 100% sure as fads go, there is some NFL player with hair extentions, trying to "jack" somebody's "style" by "copying their swagger"........
See how I use the hip & cool city lingo with natural ability.

Yo.....
Cornelia's house was set up perfectly for a Super Bowl Party.....plenty of room for food, flat screens everywhere inside and out, and good company galore.
I don't normally even watch the football game, not even the commercials. It has always seemed like a waste of 4 hours, generally. I usually watch the National Anthem then I am off to do something else. If the person singing the anthem starts going off on their own tangent singing God knows what, I don't even listen to that.
Whitney Houston still ranks number one in my National Anthem book.
see it here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wupsPg5H6aE
I did like the Doritos commercials. Those were pretty funny. This one is hilarious...
and this one too...
Last night though, I really enjoyed the football game. The game, itself....was exciting to me. I'm not a hoot and holler type girl unless it's one of my kids playing, but hanging out with my neighbors which I hadn't done since before Christmas was AWESOME!
There was this delicious dessert pizza that used sugar cookie dough for the crust. It had this amazing white stuff for the sauce and the toppings were pineapple, strawberries, small oranges, and bananas and something else I'm sure....
ROCKED MY DANG TASTE BUDS WORLD, delicious!!!
I am going to have dreams about it for sure.
Anyhoo, somehow it came up that the guys had long hair...and by the way, were they hair extensions? A bunch of us girls determined they had to be. To which the guys could give us play by play on why they were not, the hair was real.
In my mind I heard the Alamo, Texas, high pitched voice, of the lady from Pee Wee Herman's movie...."There's no hair extentions in tha Aaalamoe."
So I decided to check it out by looking at back photos of long haired NFL players. This is what I think.......
This guys hair is real....
Troy Polamalu

and so is this guys.....
Usama Young...2006

2007

2010.......see a sort of natural progression.....believable

and maybe this guy too.....
Phillip Wheeler....2008

2010....

So, for the few I looked up I would say there are surely signs of natural hair growth progression.
However I am 100% sure as fads go, there is some NFL player with hair extentions, trying to "jack" somebody's "style" by "copying their swagger"........
See how I use the hip & cool city lingo with natural ability.

Yo.....
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Friday, January 29, 2010
Lady Ma Ma in tha house............
Some people think spending time blogging is somewhat pointless or in the frame of wasting time........I don't know, it's my thing, that's all I can say......
I am not sure where D falls in, he knows I like to do it, but he likes to spoof on me a bit, I don't care. It's just D, I can handle him......and well, I might add ;o)
So one morning he came off with this.....
"Dear Blog,"
....cause he always says this first, when he is about to spoof on me and say something semi-retarded....
"Dear Blog,
Today I held a dove white cup in my hand. When I saw the cup was empty I felt void. So I filled my cup up with water.........
I thought to myself.....the spillin water reminds me......(insert drama galore) that I should use it....... to wash the shampoo out of my hair........
The end"
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The gal who sings the song Poker Face, Lady Ga Ga, was doing an interview on TV and they had her song playing in the background.
Really that girl is a disgusting & foul girl to me, but her song was stuck in my head while I was cleaning up the kitchen.
So I 'm in the kitchen singin some seriously distorted cowgirl version of Poker Face....
(D hollering from the living room)
D- OOOOOOkay...that's quite enough of that Lady Ma Ma (momma)
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....putting the kids laundry into their rooms, I am unsure whose shirt is whose
A- Sky? Whose shirt is this yours or May's?
S- I think it's May's
A- Are you sure it looks small?
S- Well, you know,..... she is shaped like a pencil.......
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(In the context of kids calling mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom)
M & S checking out the weather on the computer, Cole comes in to see what they are up to......
S- MOM!!
I don't answer, cause I know the answer to their question is something they can ascertain for themselves if they just use their brain.....
S- MOM!!!!!
CB- Sky, don't call her that, she gets ticked off .........
(........this is somewhat true cause CB over uses my name. I told him I was going to change my name to a dirty word and dare him to call my name)
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"Sitting down, Jesus called the Twelve and said, “If anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all." ...........Mark 9:35
I am not sure where D falls in, he knows I like to do it, but he likes to spoof on me a bit, I don't care. It's just D, I can handle him......and well, I might add ;o)
So one morning he came off with this.....
"Dear Blog,"
....cause he always says this first, when he is about to spoof on me and say something semi-retarded....
"Dear Blog,
Today I held a dove white cup in my hand. When I saw the cup was empty I felt void. So I filled my cup up with water.........
I thought to myself.....the spillin water reminds me......(insert drama galore) that I should use it....... to wash the shampoo out of my hair........
The end"
...............................................
The gal who sings the song Poker Face, Lady Ga Ga, was doing an interview on TV and they had her song playing in the background.
Really that girl is a disgusting & foul girl to me, but her song was stuck in my head while I was cleaning up the kitchen.
So I 'm in the kitchen singin some seriously distorted cowgirl version of Poker Face....
(D hollering from the living room)
D- OOOOOOkay...that's quite enough of that Lady Ma Ma (momma)
.................................................
....putting the kids laundry into their rooms, I am unsure whose shirt is whose
A- Sky? Whose shirt is this yours or May's?
S- I think it's May's
A- Are you sure it looks small?
S- Well, you know,..... she is shaped like a pencil.......
................................................
(In the context of kids calling mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom)
M & S checking out the weather on the computer, Cole comes in to see what they are up to......
S- MOM!!
I don't answer, cause I know the answer to their question is something they can ascertain for themselves if they just use their brain.....
S- MOM!!!!!
CB- Sky, don't call her that, she gets ticked off .........
(........this is somewhat true cause CB over uses my name. I told him I was going to change my name to a dirty word and dare him to call my name)
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"Sitting down, Jesus called the Twelve and said, “If anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all." ...........Mark 9:35
This verse encourages me,
it tells me all the mothers I know & I
will be first in line
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Monday, November 23, 2009
Ghetto Kindles Gone Wild, and so has my pinky......
Today I was in such a hurry to get out of the house and on the road, to get the kids some hair cuts........
so I hurried and jumped in the shower, hurried and dried my hair mostly, put on some lip gloss, and then so quickly put a bit of lotion on my dry face. In that order....lip gloss first like an idiot, then face lotion.....this way I was sure to smear lip gloss all over my face along with the lotion.
Oh yeah and this too......I was rubbing the lotion on my face so fast in a circular motion that my pinky finger with a stout finger nail on it, slid up my left nostril, almost to my brain and cut the inside of my nose like a knife. Instantly I felt sheer eye watering pain, that slowed my haste immediately.
Blood began to run from my nose profusely......it was utter senselessness.
Who jabs their finger up their nose putting on facial lotion and bleeds like they have cut their whole nose off.
uuuuuuuhh, me.....
.....Whoever put that fool on Sesame Street musta been high.
Whoever chose to air the commercials on Fox News is a loser.
so I hurried and jumped in the shower, hurried and dried my hair mostly, put on some lip gloss, and then so quickly put a bit of lotion on my dry face. In that order....lip gloss first like an idiot, then face lotion.....this way I was sure to smear lip gloss all over my face along with the lotion.
Oh yeah and this too......I was rubbing the lotion on my face so fast in a circular motion that my pinky finger with a stout finger nail on it, slid up my left nostril, almost to my brain and cut the inside of my nose like a knife. Instantly I felt sheer eye watering pain, that slowed my haste immediately.
Blood began to run from my nose profusely......it was utter senselessness.
Who jabs their finger up their nose putting on facial lotion and bleeds like they have cut their whole nose off.
uuuuuuuhh, me.....
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I was telling D I wanted a Kindle. You know, one of those gadgets you read books on that is not really a book. D is really good at finding the deals on the web so I thought he might locate a used one or maybe some off the wall great deal that I could not find. He started searching and saw this guy on YouTube who claimed he could turn a lap top or netbook into a kindle.
The idiot basically configured his lap top screen vertical and ran some other whacked out application....and then held his laptop like he was reading a menu.
I was embarrassed for him. I really believe he is a first rate idiot (right along with me cause I jabbed my finger up my nose putting on facial lotion). I mean could you see people sitting in the airport, waiting room at a doc's office, or coffee shop with their lap top turned sideways like a large menu??? Before I would do that I would just use the laptop like it was supposed to be used and read from the dang screen like you are SUPPOSED TO FREAKIN DO!!
I know I can be so cynical and sarcastic sometimes......but really this guy was serious. It was just an inadequate idea. He aired his incompetent idea on YouTube for the world to see.
All that to say....D said I could have a Kindle.......a "Ghetto Kindle".......he would just turn HIS laptop side ways for me and I could read it like a menu..........eeeeesh
Now I don't want one anyway, cause DAG GONE!! They are so dag gone expensive!! I will take a $6 used paperback everyday of the week over a $400 reading device......and I'll totally skip the ghetto kindle.
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I am still unnerved by the commercials being ran on Fox News for Ashleymadison.com.
I am about to write Fox News and ask them if they are so darn conservative, why are they promoting extramarital affairs?! You know the world is going to hell in a hand basket when it's okay to run a business for having affairs and ADVERTISE THE CRAP ON FOX FREAKIN NEWS!! I am disappointed with them for being a "Pinhead."
The commercial I last saw showed this fellow in the bed with this overweight, messy looking woman. He was looking at her then at a liquor bottle almost empty. It gave you the impression he'd had a one night stand. He climbs out of bed with his shoes in hand and his pants, he's heading downstairs. The voice over says something like a one night stand in one thing but for the rest of your life.....really???...as the man coming down the stairs spies his wedding photo with the messy woman, and he looks like he can't believe he married her. Then the voice over again spews out the web site logo as if they are there to help out.
I actually went to the web site, they claim to have "over 4,790,000 anonymous members."
It's sick to think this is what marriage has come to. A casual commitment on paper.
What is wrong with people???
What is wrong with Fox News???!!!
I mean this whole thing reminds me of when Girls Gone Wild was on every channel, every commercial after a certain time of night....including THE WEATHER CHANNEL!! I remember nursing Sky late at night and you couldn't see a commercial that was not Girls Gone Wild, with pothead Snoop Doggy Dog.
At that same time, dag gone Sesame Street had Pothead Snoop Doggy Dog on singing with the puppets. I was like, WHAT??!! He is a roll model??!! On Sesame Street??!! I was waitin for Elmo to bust a verse of Zoe Gone Wild at any given moment and yank her puppet shirt off.
What could that guy possibly have to offer the young children who watch Sesame Street? He could teach them how to roll one maybe, or how to wear your pants so your butt crack shows without lookin like a plumber but instead a cool gangsta.........Whatever.............Whoever put that fool on Sesame Street musta been high.
Whoever chose to air the commercials on Fox News is a loser.
Monday, September 21, 2009
H is for Hero.............

This past Sunday a father picked up his two children and their cousin after church, ages 9 or 10 and younger. They were involved in a head on collision before they hit the main road.
The passengers in both vehicles had to go to UT. The folks that were hit head on were released that night I believe.
The Father who was driving has had his second surgery and one of the children, the cousin, is still in ICU and came out of surgery this evening.
The two children of the father who was driving were released to go home today, with broken collar bones.
Those children lost their mother a few years ago to a brain tumor.
The cousin, whom we'll call G, who is left there in the hospital is not in what I perceive as optimal living conditions. There is much more I could say but I choose to remain silent, for I am on the outside looking in.
I am saying this cause Bryan Woody is my hero this week.
He is a husband, a dad, a coach, a Sunday school teacher, an AWANA commander, a children's minister, and a deacon.... that's just the stuff I know about.
This week when G had no one......not one single adult to comfort him after such a traumatic event for a child, Bryan was there. For as much as I wanted to go and see them all, I didn't. I used my children Sunday evening as an excuse to stay home. I figured the hospital would be full of family for those kids...........taking for granted that all people love their children the way I love mine.......
.......but they don't.
Later in the evening a woman came to the hospital whom G called "granny." But we aren't even sure if she is his granny. Bryan had text me to let me know granny was staying the night and would be there today(Monday). I breathed a huge sigh of relief, cause I couldn't hardly breathe thinkin it could be one of my children and I would have had my tail on fire to be to the hospital quick as I could....and this super sweet little boy has to stay by himself all night......with no one, my mind was racing in anxiety.
So today I thought I'd get up there to see G, but alas I schooled till late in the day & rain, rain, rain. Some more excuses..........
Bryan got off work at lunch to go to the hospital and sit with him.
He was there when G went into surgery this evening (again holding back some words I could let fly in disbelief) and he was there when G got out, just like he told G he would.
It would have been fairly easy to put the little boy in the back of the file system in his mind and finish out the work day. Then later head over to the hospital, make an appearance, go home, eat with his family, head to football practice, and home to kick back and watch some TV, and say to his wife, "that is a sad situation"......
.........but he didn't.
Because his actions so spoke to me this week about his love for kids who need love bad and his love for my kids who get plenty of love......Bryan is my hero.
He brought to me calmness from a far and he brought G love right up close when he needed it the most. He was the one who made eye contact and said I will be here when you get out and meant it.
I am crazy about you Bryan Woody and your whole darn Woody Family
Your Sister in Christ, Amy
Saturday, June 27, 2009

Things I was thinking on a couple days ago.................
I can't stand to watch sports on TV!
Women's basketball and golf, UGH!
Where is the guillotine when you need one, lobbing my head off is far better.
I only like football because of the Hank Williams intro "Are you ready for some football? A Monday night party!" LOVE THAT!
I love to hear the Star Spangled Banner...sung properly. I like when football is on in the bachground, I know all my family is nice and cozy in the house somewhere doing something, we are all here together, locked up in my safe little house with our pajamas on.
I love to watch hockey live, so fun. The fans are super fun too.
The FIFA Confederations Cup / South Africa 2009 (soccer) is on right now. I have learned I do like to watch soccer on TV. It is so exciting because they rarely score more than 3 goals and the build up for someone to score is crazy. The Americans are going to the Final this Sunday and I can barley wait.
Here is the thing, soccer fans are crazy patriotic for their country. At the beginning of all world soccer events they sing the national anthem of both teams. The fans sing their anthems so loud and so proud, it rocks my world! They are so proud of their countries teams.
I cannot wait to see if our fans will sing our national anthem as loud and proud as the European countries do. I swear this Sunday at 2:30 you better not call my house...cause I am going to be standing in my living room with my hand over my heart singing with our fans in South Africa. I can't wait!! If they don't sing out like the European countries I will be so totally disappointed.
Our boys have never gone this far in soccer and they deserve to see we are just as proud of them as we are the ridiculous players here at home, who make about 10X more playing football, baseball, & basketball...and on top of that don't compete world wide!
They just beat Spain who hasn't been scored on in some crazy amount of time in a FIFA tournament and Spain has not been beat period...in 35 GAMES...We beat them! I thought the guys played very well, it wasn't the kind of "beat" that was a gimme, it was a "let's get it on" game. I was so happy for them.
Sunday 2:30 USA vs. Brazil for the Final!! Be there, sing in your living room with me!!
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D told me when Cole got to Hilton Head Island he called the Palm trees, "Condo trees"...that's just funny to me.
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We noticed also, speaking of pride......that when you enter South Carolina on the highway.....they have these amazing welcome to our state landscape islands set up. You drive through them and feel AWESOME...like you have really just entered the promise land or something.
They have these stucco signs that have their state flag, native plants and their palm trees. It's awesome. One side says welcome and as you leave the other says thanks for visiting. Super nice.......similar to this one but a little more fancy, maybe cause it was Hilton Head Island


.....then you enter Georgia.... and you get this
So pathetic...... I didn't feel excited at all about entering Georgia.

In fact this invoked a memory of going into labor with Maysie and not knowing if my mom could get there in time because of all the traffic due to the olympics.
Which then in turn put the memory of getting stuck in traffic during FreakNic while I was pregnant with Maysie also.....SCARY...people cruising 75S as if it was a strip and just getting out of their vehicles urinating, conversing, making out....a drunken brew ha ha that had me in a near panic about a riot coming on.....police had shut down the interstate exits because the city on/off ramps had become a social spot to stop and gab, hence backing up the highway which then led to social stopping and gabbing as if it were the strip to babe shop and reminisce with your brother.
In case you need to further educate yourself about Freaknik, here's a link....
Atlanta traffic anyway.....ugh! So glad I do not have to deal with that everyday, what a waste of valuable living time......sitting in contaminated air, car traffic.
So really Georgia was not on my mind in a positive way upon being welcomed.
Although..... Ray Charles, Georgia On My Mind song is slammin!
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