Mercedes v. crying

Last time I had a miscarriage, I bought a Mercedes. That wasn't smart. This time, I have suppressed such rash emotional decisions until I was at work and in front of two judges. Yep, that is two judges that I have cried in front of. Don't worry, I wasn't in a courtroom with tomatoes being thrown at me, one was in Judge's chambers, the other was at my office during a mediation. Sad, but at least it doesn't equate to a monthly payment for a depreciating car.

I have made a quick observation in that no one else has been posting to this site. Now, I don't expect a daily journal report, but at least throw me a bone and throw in a picture or something. Is anyone reading this? Is it really facilitating family togetherness? I will have to say no. But that is okay, because if in our family we want to know how someone is doing, we call them, and that is better than a blog.

Life in the Fast Lane

This morning I realized yet again what a slow jogger I am. I was on the sidewalk and a guy, about 8 feet in front of me, entered the sidewalk, walking with his IPod to the gym or something. . . and I could not catch up. We were going the same pace with his walking and my jogging, so I had to speed up pass him, wait till he was out of sight and then sit down and take a breather.

On Sunday night, we will not be taking phone calls, its the season finale of Lost, excitement and tensions will be high, Jack will be ignored, and Teddy's on babysitting duty; it's a 2.5 hour special and we be excited but sad too. Feel free to send flowers again.

New neighbors

We have a house across the street from us that has about 10 new guys living there for the spring and summer. Some of the things they have done so far:

-race up and down the streets, gunning it on their motorcycles then turning around the three blocks and doing it again.

-they all pretty much sunbathe everyday with their shirts off up front; one guy sunbathes in his underwear. yesterday, he pulled up the tighty whities up in wedgie like formation so his cheeks were hanging out. The police were called and the officer (female) told him to go put on some pants before she would talk to him.

-they play loud music either through speakers or on an electric guitar. police showed up yesterday and today.

-we finally got to meet some of them, they came over today to see if we were the ones to call the police, not in a threatening type manner just wanted us to talk to them if there were problems before calling the police, we became friends after we told them it wasn't us

-the worst part is, I don't have any pictures of the above but am working on it, the guy was out in his underwear again today but as soon as I took out my camera a police officer showed up again, oh well, maybe tomorrow. . .

Yay! A little brother!!!

This is the face she made in anticipation of knowing what her new sibling would be.

I was to pick out the brown-colored cupcake if it was a boy, and purple if it were a girl.

Hence the brown cupcake!!!!!
Thanks again mom and dad for the great dinner and yummy cupcakes!

C'C'C'Mon Everybody

So I'm tired of writing on my own blog cause no one ever reads it and it's more fun to interact and make up stories about everyone else rather than just my own little family. So, I sent each family an email invite to be an author. If you did not get one, it might mean that we're really not your family or that I sent it to an old e-mail. Either way, let me know and I'll get you hooked up. One more thing, you can only be an author with a gmail account. For those of you who need help how to post, let me know and we'll go through it step by step on the phone, for the rest of you besides Mom, you can figure it out. Okay, can't wait to hear from you. . . . feel free to post anything from what you ate for dinner or discussions on why you want Ochocinco to win Dancing with the Stars to pictures of your new outfit or of your laundry room getting flooded, wait those are my next posts so you might have to get your own ideas. k, bye

Mother's Day Tribute

M-Mom, never too "buthy"

O-Only caring and giving.

T-Thanks for building me up.

H-Having and giving the time to talk.

E-(Even when the phone bill was $700.00)

R-Reminding me that you would do anything for me.

The New Jack

Maybe next time you see him, don't act like he looks different just mention how much you like his new clothes, he spent a fortune on the business cas look.

And. . . he's excited to announce. . .

He's expecting. We think they're gerbils.