Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
My Son the Math King
Monday, October 08, 2007
This is Suppose to be Fun
I don't know if I can take post season baseball. Cleveland Indians vs. New York Yankees tonight at 7:30. It really sucked last night when Cleveland lost. I wanted to be celebrating today. Now Paul Byrd has the ball tonight. Holy Crap, against the Yankees ace! Maybe I'll just go in the other room and watch Dancing With The Stars.Makes Sense to Me
Acorn Obstacle
We had a very busy weekend again. I took a picture of our acorn-laced backyard. We were hanging siding and trying not to break our ankles on the acorns. My husband sat down for a break and an acorn fell on his head. I'm actually surprised no one has been hit on the head until now. My mom told me all these acorns falling is natures way of providing for the small animals. That there is a bad winter on the way. Make sure your snow blowers are working in the Northeast!Saturday, October 06, 2007
We Have Home Insurance, Don't Worry
Friday, October 05, 2007
Chief Wahoo
Now that the Cleveland Indians are in the playoffs, I find myself reminiscing about the 90's Indians team. We were in the playoffs back then and went to the World Series twice. My boys were smaller, but still very much Cleveland fans. We raised them that way. They had the t-shirts to prove it! Back then I also bought them those temporary tattoos. Way cool when you 9, 6 and 4 years old. I put a Chief Wahoo tattoo on each of there cheeks and sent them off to school. Our school system was into Cleveland Indians spirit, so this wasn't going to be a problem or so I thought. Although my boys are close in age, they were all in different school buildings. The 6 year old is my little scatterbrain. He never gave me the school picture information that was crumbled in the bottom of his backpack. I was able to have his picture re-taken and actually order some on picture re-take day, but his sweet little face, with the Chief Wahoo tattoo, will be forever immortalized in the school yearbook!
Smorty Makes Me Smile
I am amazed by the world of blogging. I have learned so much in the past few months and met some very nice people who have helped me tweak my blog. I can’t wait to go to bed at night so I can get up and go to “work”. I no longer dread Monday mornings. I’m getting paid for my opinions and my words, what a great feeling and sense of accomplishment.
That Was Low Class LeBron
Real nice LeBron. There he is Cleveland Cavelier, LeBron James sitting at a Cleveland Indians game, in Cleveland, wearing a New York Yankees hat. When interviewed he said he supports all the Cleveland Indian players and hopes they do well, but he wants the New York Yankees to wins. Huh? Can he hear himself talk? Is he going into politics when his basketball career is over? Fans are what make you a star LeBron. Cleveland fans are cranky and desperate for a championship, they'll turn on you in a blink of an eye. How about a little loyalty?Hey the Indians won last night, beating the Yankees 12 to 3! Awesome! The Jake was hoppin` and my husband gets to go to the game tonight! Keep it up Indians you have most of Cleveland supporting you.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Who Turned Out the Lights?
View of Sue
I'm Really Motivated This Year
I Dreamt of Him
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Increasing the Value of Our Home
It's Official
I have started my Christmas shopping. Earlier than ever. Now I've only purchased a few stocking stuffers but it is a start. I always put the stocking stuffer stuff (stay that 10 times fast) off until the last minute and then end up just filling them with candy because I want to be done. Not that there's anything wrong with candy, I'm a big Pro-Chocolate activist, but I wanted to put a little thought into the stockings this year. Along with filling my 3 boys, 2 of their girlfriends and my husbands, I also fill my own. Usually when I tell people this they react with a jaw dropping, your kidding look. If you want something done right you have to do it yourself. My husband will just go to the drug store, grab a handful of candy bars and shove them in a stocking. I grab a handful of candy bars at least once a week. This way I get what I want. The husband comes through with presents and I'll save the story of last years Christmas present for when we get a little closer to the holidays. Don't worry, I wrote it down, I won't forget.

