I'm Sensitive!

I'm pretty sure Riley doesn't read this blog and I in no way intend to embarass him with this letter but I couldn't resist sharing it.

They have been fighting a lot lately. Ciara loves to push his buttons and the more he reacts the more she pushes. He has not yet learned to just ignore her.

So here's a letter he wrote to her today:

"Dear Ciara,
I"M DONE WITH YOU. FROM NOW ON, WE LIVE SEPERATE LIVES. Got it bub?!

The person you think is stupid,
Riley Jordan

P.S.: You've got another choice. Please treat me nice. I'm sensitive.

Unions, Camping and a Scooter Injury........

Was trying to run a quick errand to the post office today. I had multiple packages and Ella was tired. I put the packages into this big bag from Sam's so that I could manage the packages and Ella. A lady stopped me and commented on how nice and big this bag was. (It's one of those Eco friendly reusable deals) She asks me what "Sam's" is and I explain to her, that it's like Costco. She loves Costco and asks me where Sam's is. I explain to her that they are usually next to Walmart's since they are owned by the same people.

"Oh, I can't shop there" she says to me. "You know they are not union right? I have been union all my life" She even whipped out a pamphlet about unions. (Why do crazy old people always come up to me at the post office?) So I explain to her that with three kids to feed I don't have the luxury of shopping just anywhere - I shop where I get the best deal. She looks at me like I am the most unscrupulous, unprincipled person she has ever met. I sense a lecture coming so I am grateful when Ella decides to try and do a runner and I am "forced" to chase after her.

So I come home, put Ella down for a nap, clean the basement which is a wreck as usual and Chris arrives home for his little overnight camping trip. He claims that he and his friend Eric are going "boyscout" style but they have camp beds, steaks, fruit salad and baked potatoes. Boyscouts must be really living it up these days.

Anyway, just when the kids and I are settling down for the evening after a dinner of leftovers, some friends of theirs from school show up. They play baseball in the field for a while and then they want to ride their bikes. "Sure" I say, "As long as you follow the rules" After catching Ciara without a helmet, I return inside only to have to rush right back out to the sound of Ciara crying. She has borrowed the friends scooter and sliced her foot open. A battle of wills insues where I insist she takes a bath and cleans the darn cut out real well while she screams that the water will practically cripple her with the pain. I win the bath fight but have to listen to the complaints of what agony she is in and how I am not doing enough to ease her pain. (Neosporin and a band-aid just didn't cut it I guess)

So this is a life of a mother. Even though Ciara didn't have permission to ride the scooter, didn't wear tennis shoes like I asked her - it's all my fault because I never specifically said "If you ride your friends scooter, you might accidently cut your foot open"

13 Years!!

Some of you may now this story, some of you may have just learned it. Chris and I got married on September 23rd, 1995. We lived in Vegas at the time, and it had become time for me to move out of my mother's house so Chris and I found an apartment together. We were already engaged to be married and had wanted to get married sooner but my dad didn't think he could make it to the states until February.

Now this may sound old fashioned to some, but Chris and I didn't want to be "living in sin" so we decided to elope. Literally, we decided on Wednesday and got married on Friday night. (Ah Vegas, the home of the quickie wedding!) We went away to Zion National Park for the weekend and were back home in time to go to work Monday morning.

It was kind of fun, having this little secret that we were married but I was afraid that my parents would be disappointed. Haven't told my dad yet, and my mom and mother in law just found out. And yes, even 13 years later, my mom was disappointed!

I guess my point in telling all this is, it's not the wedding that's important. It's the marriage. Chris and I have been together for 13 wonderful years. It's not always a walk in the park, but he is still my best friend and I can't imagine my life without him.

September 13th, 2008 - Six Flags 08

Our dear friend is one of 13 children. Every year without fail they have sisters reunion and cousins reunion. We have always thought this was soo neat. Last year Chris decided that perhaps his family should start a similiar tradition. Even though all the cousins thought it was a good idea, the plan just didn't get off the ground in 2007.

One day, out of the clear blue sky, the idea of Cousins Reunion was reserructed by Chris's sister Jen. We decided on going to Six Flags. The weather was supposed to be bad and we weren't sure if we would make it there but we decided to brave the elements and off we went.

We ended up having a perfect day, perfect weather and no lines for the rides. All the cousins were there (except for Kym, the drive from Michigan would have been a little long!) So the cousins club as we have been nicknamed will be meeting about once a quarter but Six Flags will definitely be our annual tradition.

Might be time for a change................

So I have always used our trusty fivejordans.com site to keep everyone up to date. Unfortunately it is running soo slow right now, that it takes up too much of my time to get pretty much nothing done.

So I am going to try this and hopefully it will be a little faster.