
To chronicle my sometimes interesting experiences, deep and intriguing thoughts and accomplishments, such as they are. Mostly so I don't feel guilty that I don't keep a journal.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Jenny I got your number . . .

Monday, September 24, 2007
Germs
I noticed awhile ago, that every time we moved, especially once school started, we would be unusually sick for weeks.Sure enough, someone has been sick at our house for two months now. Someone gets sick and then it runs through the family, (repeat 12 times). ~ear infections, sore throats, upset stomachs, head aches, sinus infections, stuffy noses~ My guess is that we are just being introduced to new germs but I have to say it is getting a little old.
I finally got everyone well and back in school on Monday and I went to help in Gloria's class. While I was in the hall working with some kids, Gloria's teacher Mrs. Shine, came out and told me Gloria was crying and that her head hurt. She was burning up, 102 degrees. By the time we got home she was 103 degrees. We are on day 3 and I can't get her temperature down under 101, even piggybacking Motrin and Tylenol.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Great Kids!
Paul came home from his football game last night with another win. The Lindale Eagle are 4-0! He got lots of playing time and made 3 tackles! WOO HOO! We didn't get to go to this one because of sick kids. BUMMER!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Kindergarten Project
Monday, September 17, 2007
Rabbits
Friday, September 14, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Happy Birthday Dad

20 years ago last week, I had just met Paul, Dad and I went to Tijuana. It was just the two of us. I was married a few months later and that trip ended up being the last trip he and I would take on our own.
We went to Tijuana for a $200 paint job. We ate at the Caesar Hotel, the birthplace of the original Caesar Salad, and I bought a denim, drawstring, purse.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
How Do You Commemorate September 11th?
September 11th is such a strange day. How should we commemorate it? Should we commemorate it? A day of prayer? Read all the names of those who died again? Nothing? Never have a birthday party?

It has been important to both Paul and me, that our children understand what happened that day, the sacrifice and heroism, the events of the day and what has happened since. We also want them to appreciate the firefighters and other public servants who stand ready to put themselves in harm's way so we can live our lives without worry and fear.
So in our family, we take a treat or dinner to the firefighters in our neighborhood. We've had four different addressees since 9/11 and everywhere we go I am so thankful for these good men who willingly do such an essential job. Our gesture is a small one and I don't know how meaningful it is to them, but in the giving, it is sincere and heartfelt. Afterward, we come home and we replay our memories, and we look at pictures in the TIME magazine and others I saved, and we talk about what it all means.
What do you do?
Friday, September 7, 2007
Friday Night Lights

Thursday, September 6, 2007
Why do I hear water running? or It's so nice to have a man around the house.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Finger Lickin' Good
Here are my observations: First of all it didn’t smell, not at all. It didn’t smell like chicken or anything else. It smelled . . . clean. It also wasn’t slimy. Then I cooked it, WOW. The flavor was so nice. I got over the yuckiness of the other day very quickly. It took on the flavor of the garlic and onion so subtlety but cleanly. (Does that make sense?) It was tender and juicy. Everyone loved it.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Running

Did you know I run almost everyday? Well, I do. I love to run in the mornings when the air is cool and everything is quiet. I run out around the farms near our house. It is so beautiful.
I found this website http://www.walkjogrun.net/
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It is one of my favorite things. I love running new routes and then coming home and measuring how far I ran. I liked that it even let us measure how far I