So I was watching TV, and saw a news clip.
It was about this young lady who started her own website, to help feed homeless pets. http://www.freekibble.com/
Every time you visit her site and answer the trivia question homeless pets will receive 20 pieces of kibble.

How simple on our part...







visit everyday if you can!

Life stinks!

So my husband went out the other night. And he lied to me about where he went. I mean not a little lie, but a bigger than life lie! now what? I do ot know what to do.

Mother's day 2008

I had a wonderful Mother's day this year.


My nine year old son Ethan, was sick last Friday. He vomited all over himself at school. So I had to bring him a change of clothes, and take him home. He had a plant, and I asked him "is that for me?" He stated, "no, it is a science project." As he turned away from me and nodded his head. I kept his secret. Then on mother's day he gave me his plant inside the pot was a note containing a picture of him and a poem:

Roses are red

violets are blue

and I love you.

Well, not only did he give me a plant, but he also gave me his virus.

My eleven year old Daughter sent me on a riddle quest, to find her gift... A beautiful thread art picture.

My fourteen year old son, went out and bought me a card. Picked it out himself. Was late coming home from school, got punished, and never said why. He even put the last of his money inside.

My sweet, sweet husband took my hints to heart. He went and bought me a gift card to Coach so I could get the new purse I have been hinting for.

We took flowers to my mother-in-law at the cemetary.

Then took Ihop to my house bound father-in-law.

Took flowers to my sister-in-law, roses to my youngest son's godmother, and then more roses to my godson's mother.

Dropped off my mother's card and a gift card. Could not stay and visit as I was sick, and her home is normaly a mess.

Came home my hubby BBQ'd... However, I was too sick to eat his delicious ribeye.

I am so excited to go buy my purse, but I am stuck at home with this virus, and can not go to far from a toilet...UGH!

I hope all of you mother's have a wonderful week. Sorry, I did not wish anyone a Happy mother's day yesterday. I did not even post any up on my myspace. :(

Burial at Sea

My Grandmother passed away March 2nd. Thank fully of natural causes. She wanted to be cremated and “Thrown into the sea!” She always joked around with me about becoming fish food when she died.

Last Sunday we held her burial at sea. It was wonderful. As her ashes were placed in the water, the flowers floated out of the basket. Two jelly fish swam up to the surface. I think she somehow got her wish.

My only wish was that she could have been there. Of course! She was my rock.

I sit and think daily about what a grandmother is. Too me she is someone who never judges you for your faults only push your strengths. A grandmother is someone who loves you without borders. She is not looking to get anything more than your love out of it.

My children have a very selfish grandmother. My mother only loves you when there is something in it for herself. All of my boys play baseball. Only lately she will ask to go to the oldest two’s games. She never asks to see my daughter perform in choir. She is a pack rat, to the extreme. So my children are not allowed in her home (my orders). I am scared they may never make it out of her mess.

She inherited quite a large sum of money from the passing of my grandmother; she offered to buy my children tickets to Disneyland. As close to 20 family members from out of town were going the day before the funeral. Then she said never mind. And, that was that. Am I bitter? I would say so. But that is just me. I always put family first, and my mother has not once offered my children anything. I guess she figures never being around for them, means she can break their hearts whenever she wants too.

How do I deal with a tragic death?

My grandfather’s killer is facing a minimum of 7 years for running him down with a stolen car.

I am not sure how to feel. I know I have to stay strong for my children, but how do I do that when all I want to do is break down and cry.

My grandfather, James Lewis Sr., was an extraordinary man. He had no known enemies. He was well liked in his community and helped out anyone that needed a hand. He never asked for anything in return.
His killer, Victor Flores, stole a car in the early a.m. from a sixteen year old boy. He drove down the street trying to hit moving cars. My grandfather was two blocks from home, walking to meet up with his friends for their daily coffee at a McDonalds three more blocks down. Victor saw my grandfather jumped the curb and gunned for him. My grandfather turned and tried to run. It was over; and grandpa was left dead, on the parking lot floor. Victor returned the car to the place where he stole it and hid from the police in some nearby bushes.
The police found him, asked the teen if this was the man who stole his car. Of course it was. There was also a call made in to 911. Another man called in, because a man (Victor) driving a car tried to hit him head on. The driver side door was open, so he was able to get a good look at the driver. The car had a busted windshield and a lot of front end damage to the hood and bumper (from where my grandfather hit it). He also identified the man driving as being none other than Victor Flores.

The state offered Victor a plea bargain… 7-10 ½ years for killing my grandfather, 3 years probation for leaving the scene of a homicide, and they will drop the carjacking. Victor is taking the deal…

I am so confused as how to feel.