Em's First Baseball Game

Okay, so I think Miss Em has may have gone to a game here once before, but she was too young to know if she did. So I present the pictures from her first trip to see the local minor league team. Andrew's employer has a box at the stadium, so we were able to enjoy nice seats on a very nice Friday night a couple weeks ago. "Our" team lost 9-1, but still it was a nice evening.

Daddy and Emily at the beginning of the game.

Em, watching the game with great focus.

Em, realizing that clapping your hands really hard makes them sort of hurt!

Emily, cheering on "her" team, which was pretty much everyone that did anything. But she did it with gusto~!

Uh...Daddy...Am I supposed to clap now?

Sweet Sounds

I love the sound of:

* Wind chimes ringing in the gentle breeze

* Birds chirping while the wind chimes ring
* Water trickling from a fountain

* Emily giggling uncontrollably while daddy "crushes" the "bug" (Emily)

* Emily saying "I love you and have a 'dood' night"

* Emily saying, after receiving a much-loved frozen coke, "Oh mommy, you are my favorite mommy in the whole world!"

My Rookie Garden

So I've mentioned before that I'm not really into gardening. I don't know the first thing about it except that I hated pulling weeds as a kid and I still do. I also don't really care to get hot, sweaty and dirty. And then there are the bugs....and spiders - need I say more?

But this year, after a very long, cold winter, the gardening bug hit. Well, maybe it was more of determination to beat something that has, up until this point, completely defeated me. That something...making plants live and grow and maybe, dare I hope it?...flourish into something beautiful and lasting. And so, I present to you my first, all-my-own-design, flower garden.

The above picture shows most of the thirty-foot long area that sits behind our pool and deck. The retaining wall was already there when we bought the house, but up until last fall, was completely covered with overgrown ivy and a few ugly holly bushes and weeds. The entire area was covered, even the vertical wall. Andrew cleared most of it out last fall and I finished yesterday. (Oh, the buckets will eventually be filled with live plants, but it's rainy and cold today.)

The tree is my Mother's Day gift from Emily and Andrew. It is an ornamental cherry tree. It looked bigger in the store. I've never attempted to plant a tree before, so this should be interesting. It should turn pretty colors in the fall and have showy white blossoms in the spring. We'll see about that! This sits at the corner of our property.

This is the view from the property line toward the cul-de-sac. Eventually there will be some type of border /edging, but I'm not sure what to use. I bought some black edging that goes in the ground, but I don't know. Until yesterday, it was roughly edged with river rocks, but it had become quite over-grown. Oh and the ugly plant between the two pinkish flowers and below the left bucket is one of the remaining holly bushes. I don't really like it, but I didn't feel like digging it up either, so we'll see how it looks. Right now, it's just ugly.

And finally, the long view. The complete garden...all thirty long feet of it. It looks pretty empty right now, but hopefully there will soon be mulch and in a couple of years, the perrenials should all spread, so it should fill out nicely. That is, if the curse of my black thumb doesn't make an appearance!

$3.95 Anyone?

Yes, gas prices here in northern Indiana have officially hit $3.95 a gallon.

Next week (or this weekend) it will be at $4.00. And then higher again.

It's time to drill.

The Money Pit (Aka - Our House)

We love our first home. It's spacious and for the most part, well constructed. When we first moved in, we thought, it's only 11 years old, it won't need much work anytime soon. Boy were we naive!Fast forward four years: Apparently, the crew who sided our house wasn't very good. Take exhibit A: Over the garage. A piece broke off during a winter wind storm and since that piece is no longer repairable, several other pieces have loosened up as well. We have a problem.

Exhibit B: The back of the house - Two pieces that are also broken and constantly coming unsnapped between the two windows. There are other pieces that are loose, but it's hard to tell from this picture. Apparently, the siding job was a lousy one.

Exhibit C: The side of the house, opposite the garage - More loose pieces. The one about half-way down is the most visible. There are pieces on the front that are loose/broken as well, but I don't have a good picture of them.

So now we face having to replace all of the siding after 15 years. It should have lasted 25-30 years, but because of poor installation, it's life has been halved. And we have to pay for it. We've had 4 contractors look at it, all of whom have agreed that it just needs to be replaced rather than repaired. The first was prompt in every way and gave us a very professional estimate, but we wanted a couple opinions. The next tried to sell us "His" "better" product for about $4,000 more. The third was $1500 more than the first and the last...well, we've never heard back from him, so in my opinion, he's out. Now I just need to call and see if our homeowners insurance will cover any or all of this. The fun never ends.

And did I mention that the deck really needs to be replaced too? Yep....the money pit we call "home"!

A Cinderella Story

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, cheerful young doll named Cinderella. We've all heard the story a thousand times. The dead parents, the evil step-mother, the ugly step-sisters, the fairy godmother and so on. Yet still, despite all these traumatic events, Cinderella remained kind and gentle, with a song on her lips. That is, until she met Bella, the young German Shepard with a thing for chewing toys....hers or Emily's. And so now, I present you with the Cinderella story you haven't heard. I must warn you, this is no fairy tale with a happy ending. Oh no, this is a grisly story of pain and suffering and callous indiference for the feelings of this happy little doll and a sweet, mostly innocent young girl. I have the pictures to prove it. You see, it all happened one Saturday afternoon when the whole house was quiet. These times are rare and so whenever Emily is napping on a weekend, so are her parents. And it is then that the dastardly deed was done. Poor Cinderella was left laying on the floor, and while everyone was soundly sleeping, Bella, the beastly dog began her nightmarish treatment of the fair doll. Bella worked quietly, and to her credit, Cinderella made not a peep, but alas, she would never be the same again. And now, I give you the pictures - WARNING- they are graphic!

Poor Cinderella. She really was beside herself that day, yet still, wearing her ballgown and not a hair out of place. A real princess.

The carnage, up close.

Despite the obvious loss of four fingers, a forearm and complete dismemberment, Cinderella still gives us a brave and cheery "thumbs up".

The mangled stump...this will definitely make her chores much more difficult.

Yet still, despite the horror and trauma, Cinderella maintains her lovely smile. What a gal!

Cats are Definitely Better

Not to bring up this old debate (well, sort of) but I can say that no cat I've ever owned has CHEWED UP MY FAIRLY NEW CURTAINS while laying in her dog bed by the sliding glass door.


BAD DOG!!!!!!!!!


Enough said.

Our Not-So-Tiny Dancer

Miss Emily was in the mood to dance the other night, so I took advantage of the opportunity to take some fun candid pictures. She's quite the little ham sometimes.

The classic ballerina pose.
Irish jig, anyone?
Note the "dancing slippers" that are a full size (at least) too small. She still insists on wearing them.
Can you say "Flash Dance"? Seriously, could her little legs look any longer? She's 3.5 years old and 43 inches tall. She looks like a 5-6 year old, heightwise.

Emily's New Bathroom

Emily's bathroom (and the guest bathroom) needed a facelift. The former owners of this house had a young boy so the bathroom was painted navy and dingy white with a baseball border. This, of course, is unacceptable for a vibrant little girl like Em, so enter The Penguins! The picture below is of her new shower curtain with playful penguins snorkeling, surfing and lounging around.

The next picture shows her new over-the-toilet etagere storage area, the curtain (with cute penguin hooks) and the wall paint color ( it matches the mid-tone aqua color in the curtain).

Next up are her new towels to complement and contrast the cool blue-greens in the room.
And last, but not least, her new toilet paper/tissue box storage unit and the coordinating bath rug. It's even cuter in person!

Sick and Sicker

This will be quick. I'm no longer puking. That was a one-night thing, thank goodness. Now it's back to the same sinus infection/upper respiritory infection sickness that I had about 3 weeks ago. It feels exactly the same.

Last time, I suffered through the symptoms for about 9 days before going to the doctor to beg for help. He prescribed a round of Amoxicillin in the amount of 60 pills over 10 days time. I took it all, as directed and felt better. Then about two weeks later, it reared it's ugly head again.

This time, I went to the weekend clinic after two days of symptoms and explained that this was my second go-round. The doctor spent all of 2 minutes with me and prescribed some VERY expensive antibiotic called Avelox for 10 more days. I've taken two rounds and I still don't feel better. I'm also taking sudafed and mucinex, both of which make the symptoms more bearable, but barely. So that's the update from here. Fun stuff...

Kneeling at the Porcelain Throne

Photo found at: http://media3.guzer.com/pictures/dog_drink_toilet.jpg

Oh, there's really nothing quite as humbling as hugging the toilet. I spent all morning yesterday and all night last night doing just that, for two very different reasons.



I began yesterday feeling fine. So fine, that I tackled priming Emily's tiny bathroom. I must say, having to hug the toilet to paint around it is a special privilege. I even thought I might finish the whole job in one day (which for me, painting, is a record). But by afternoon, I wasn't feeling so perky. I waited until Andrew came home, ran to Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond to exchange some bathroom accessories that didn't match the paint as I had hoped and then grabbed some dinner for A and I at Chipotle (a great, very spicy Mexican restaurant). I wasn't very hungry, so I only ordered two soft tacos and a bag of chips. My stomach was feeling a little off, but I hadn't eaten much all day, I'd been breathing paint fumes and I just figured I had some acid churning around in there. Sometimes, food helps. Last night, it didn't.



By bedtime, I had a feeling it was going to be a long, uncomfortable night. I was right. I only stayed in bed for about 45 minutes at most. I just couldn't get comfortable. It was sort of like how I felt when I was in labor. Not terrible, but not comfortable either. Not super nauseous, but a little yucky. So I went downstairs to lay on the couch and watch a little tv in the hopes of distracting my brain enough that I could sleep through whatever was going on.



It wasn't to be. I kept feeling pukey, so I would get up, walk through the kitchen to the tiny half-bath and kneel at the toilet, accompanied by Bob the cat each time, falsely believing that she was going to be fed whenever I walked through the kitchen. But nothing happened. So after a while I would go back to the couch and try to rest some more.



But eventually, the urge to purge became too great, I knelt at the "porcelain throne" with Bob at my side, and prayed for it all to be over quickly. I hate vomiting. But there comes a point where what has gone in MUST come out and I begin to pray that it will happen quickly and completely in one effort. And so it did. And I felt better....and finally around 5:00 am, I drifted off to sleep curled up in the recliner.



Let's just say, it's going to be a long while before I eat at Chipotle again. I'm certain that it had nothing to do with my sickness, but still, it's lost all appeal to me for the time being, much to Andrew's great chagrin.



Then to top it all off, I'm almost positive that I am catching Emily's cold. My throat has that post-nasal-drip sore feeling. My glands are swollen and my eyes hurt.



Then again, at least I'm not puking anymore and just about anything is more bearable than that.

Infuriating Illegal Alien "Study"

WNDU, out of South Bend, IN., reports that "Study shows that illegal immigrants add to South Bend economy".

Oh really? How so? "Tell me more" you might say. Well here goes....

" 'If the undocumented population of South Bend was deported, the community would have much to lose.'

That's the conclusion of a study titled, "Coming to America: The Economic Impact of Undocumented Workers in South Bend."

It was conducted by the Notre Dame economics department and included 60 individuals, 40 of them undocumented, all members of St. Adalbert's Parish in South Bend's largest Hispanic neighborhood. Rev. Christopher Cox from the Church was part of the research team." (emphasis added)

The "study" mentioned that the illegals, on average, added a net figure of $3000 to the local and national economy. Then they go on to say that this figure is being spent only in the local economy. This is the second flaw of the "study". The first, of course, being that these people are referred to as "illegal immigrants" or "undocumented workers". Let's call them what we should...illegal aliens or criminals. Why sugar-coat it? This would only be accurate.

Then, of course, there is the usual liberal drivel about how there are all these jobs that Americans won't do. Hmmm....would these be jobs in the fast food industry or perhaps at Walmart or hotel housekeeping? I can assure you that if I had no education and needed a job to support my family, but was white, I wouldn't hesitate to take these jobs. So once again, the study is based on a false premise.

Next, the news story provides these two infuriating little tidbits of falsitude (is that a word?)

" 'The federal government has failed to provide a pathway to individuals who have been allowed to cross the borders to be legal so that they can fully contribute and give their tax dollars back to the nation,' McDowell says."

"The study continues to say, "The reality is that undocumented immigrants receive little government aid (often times out of fear of getting caught), are loyal taxpayers, and stimulate job growth in the community.' "

Again I say, Oh really? Seriously, the government hasn't provided a "pathway" for immigrants to legally cross the border and contribute and pay taxes? Am I really supposed to believe that? Then why is that so many generations of legal immigrants have made very prosperous lives for themselves while abiding BY THE LAW?

The second quote from the article is equally unbelieveable. The idea that illegal aliens don't receive aid from the federal AND local government is laughable at best. Maybe they don't receive a welfare check every month or week or however they come, but they do receive plenty of free or reduced-cost services such as health in the overwhelmed emergency rooms, free school lunches and school services and a host of other aid. Then there is the whole idea that these illegal aliens pay taxes. Okay, yes they pay sales tax like the rest of us, but how can they possibly pay federal taxes unless they have stolen someone's identity and social security number which counts as a second criminal offense.

And last, but certainly not least, why is St. Adalbert's Parish and Notre Dame University not reporting these illegal aliens? For this reason and the completely flawed and biased study, both should be ashamed of themselves.

***UPDATE***

As of Thursday morning, this article seems to have disappeared from WNDU's homepage. It can still be accessed through the link, however. As you might imagine, reaction was pretty "heated". Interesting, though. Most headlines stay on the homepage for MUCH longer than that.

We've Started a Rock Band!

Yes, you read that right. We (Andrew and I) have started our very own late-night rock band....and it's eating up all our free time.

Okay, so we haven't totally lost our minds...yet, but we did break down and purchase the Rock Band kit for the Xbox 360 and ever since, have rocked out on the drums and electric guitar. Andrew is the drummer (he actually is in real life too) and I play the guitar (or "concawr") as Emily has taken to calling it.

I had my doubts when Andrew first suggested that we might like this. After all, I couldn't figure out (as a "real" musician) how this could work, but I have to admit that it GREAT fun and VERY addicting. I can totally understand how teens and twenty-something college students can get into this. Not to mention, if I had all the time in the world, how awesome I could be on the pretend guitar. Seriously, I would rock!

So, if I'm not around much, or if you ever hear of this weird band called The Way-Cool Shredders" (Looonnngggg story) touring near you....you'll know how it all started.

I have tried (valiantly, I might add) to add the YouTube video directly to this post, but I can't figure it out. (It's not of anyone we know, just a good way to get a feel for the game.) Here is the link instead....

http://youtube.com/watch?v=5IcFtJWUSIs

Well, Now I've Seen it All

I've been sick since....oh Tuesday I guess. I think it's the flu. I got the flu shot, why is this still happening? I feel lousy. I don't want to go anywhere or do anything. I'm currently sitting here typing while wearing a cooled gel eye mask. It's bliss. I'd take a picture, but that would require me to move....

Anyhow, I haven't been sleeping well and I've been awake at between 4:30 am-5:30 am every morning, too miserable to sleep anymore. This brings me to this morning's Fox News broadcast. (And a brief infatuation with Chuck Norris' Total Gym info-mercial.) I just assumed that I missed something when I heard the blurb on tv, but after reading the headlines on Fox's website, I apparently was more "with it" than I felt.

The headline reads:

Padded Lampposts Tested in London to Prevent Cell Phone Texting Injuries

That's right folks. London is now adding padding to their lampposts in order to prevent injuries to those pedestrians too stupid to put their cell phone down for two seconds and concentrate on walking instead of texting.

What's more, the article goes on to say that, in a survey conducted by a telephone directory service, "The survey found that almost two thirds of respondents lost peripheral vision while texting, and more than a quarter wanted lines on the pavement to create routes for texters to walk while using their phones.

The study claims that 68,000 people were injured in the U.K. last year while chatting or texting on their cell phone, Infomatics reports."

Someone please tell me that I'm delerious or hallucinating or as sick as I feel, because this is too dumb to be real...isn't it?

Busy Bees

No excuses...I've been busy. Busy taking Emily to pre-school, busy having in-home speech therapy once again, busy being sick, busy (we've all had something in the last month) and busy with various doctors' appts. Was there time to blog? Yes. Did I feel like blogging? No. Did I have anything of importance to say to my loyal readers? Nope. Do I ever? Let's not answer that one! Either way, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

So, what's on my mind these days? Hmmmm....this whole political process and our "choice" of candidates is giving me a headache and making me feel queasy all at the same time. Do I like McCain? Nope. Is he the lesser of two (or three) evils? I hope so. It remains to be seen. Am I worried about the outcome of the election? Well, frankly yes, but there's not much to be done about it at this point other than to trust that the One who already knows the outcome also understands the reasons and controls everything according to His will.

What else....? Oh yeah, I'm interested to see how American Idol shapes up this season. So far, it looks promising, but we'll see. I'm hoping it's a good year for the guys. I like Michael Johns (the Aussie), David Archileta (the 17 year old) and someone else that I can't think of at the moment.

And on the topic of tv...I'm going to miss American Gladiators. What great fun. Even Emily got in on the act, loudly cheering on all of the contestants in the final episode. She loves to see anyone fall in the water....smacking the crud out of each other....

Oh and have I mentioned that I'm officially sick of winter and snow and cold? I think we've had snow on the ground since before Christmas, at the very least. Enough already. Tonight's low is supposed to be -2 with lower wind chills. Will spring please come....NOW!

In Emily news, we resumed private speech therapy once every other week for an hour. Already, she is making great strides. She finally learned how to make the c/k sound (as in "cat"). Now we are working on putting at the beginning of words. She is so proud of herself and she should be. That was a very hard-fought battle and I think she knows it.

Speaking of Emily speaking....did you know that static in her hair keeps her from staying in bed and makes her cold? Funny, I didn't know that either! And here is yesterday's lunchtime conversation at the mall:

Em: "I don't like Indiana!" (no idea how this came up)

Me: "Why don't you like Indiana?"

Em: "Because it's too big."

Me: "Oh. Well, are we in Indiana now?"

Em: "No momma...we're in the mall!"

Silly me!

And finally, here are a few pictures from Valentine's day of Miss Em. Now you're all caught up!

A Day (or two) in Our Lives

She swears she isn't tired...I turn around and she is sound asleep on the rug!

A few minutes later, the dog joined naptime. Ahhh..peace and quiet.

Our two cats, Bob (on top) and Puma, both girls, both fighting over the same seat. Bob always wins, even though she weighs 5 lbs. less. She just lays on top of Puma until Puma gives in.

Emily and her buddy, Bella.

Em sporting her overalls and pigtails.

Not Sleepy?

What does a 3-year-old do when she doesn't want to sleep at night?

Of course, what else but climb up the dresser drawers, into the highest, smallest drawer, wedge yourself in and then cry because it's not "comforble"!

Mom and Dad were not happy campers...but we had to take the pictures! (And for all those worried about the dresser tipping over....don't, we've got it taken care of, and are now monitoring her bedroom via video monitor.)

Maternity Leave from High School

According to a Fox News report, some pregnant Denver high school students are requesting at least 4 weeks unpunished maternity leave from high school. Currently, school policy is to require the girls to return to school the day after they are discharged from the hospital or face unexcused absences until they do return. The teenage mothers-to-be believe that this policy is unfair to them and interferes with their bonding time with the new baby.

How incredibly sad.

I feel very sad for the new babies, many of whose mothers will be more concerned with whether they will be able to fit into their prom dress or stay out all night at a party than concerned about the well-being of their child. I feel sad for the child that will most likely struggle all his life with a single mom whose education didn't come first and is now forced (if the child is lucky) to work very hard all the time to make a decent living. I feel sorry for the young mothers who (if the child is lucky) will have to spend the rest of her life working a boring, unfulfilling difficult job just to survive each day with her completely dependent child. I feel sorry for the high school counselors who are recomending the "high school maternity leave" who truly care about the young mothers and wrongly believe that this is the best policy.

How very, very sad.

Christmas 2007 Photo Essay

I don't know why the pictures ended up like this, but I'll work with it.

Emily had a great Christmas with Grammy, Pop-pop and Aunt Kathy in Delaware (where it was aroun 40-50 degrees the whole time!). Above are a few of my favorite "Emmy" pictures from Christmas day.

Most of her gifts revolved around the Disney princess theme. All the pictures show her wearing her Princess "bess" aka "dress". It's really a nightgown, but the two are inseperable. Literally. She wants to wear it all day and night. Getting her out of it is a battle. She did get a new princess dress, but it's still a little big right now. Her favorite Christmas morning gift was the Cinderella snow globe from Aunt Kathy. Emily has insisted on seeing these snow globes in Walmart, Target, Meijer and Sears since the time they came out in November. She was thrilled to have one of her own.

All in all, it was a good Christmas. Of course, it's not over yet. This weekend we will celebrate with Andrew's side of the family. This child will think Christmas never ends!

New Year's Photo Essay

Bella loves the snow. She loves sticking her nose in it and then romping through it.

The view of the deck on New Years' day.

The trees covered in snow. Lots of snow.

The view from the deck today. 16 inches of snow. 26 inch drifts. Too much snow. (Ignore my reflection in the glass. It's too cold to open the door!)

The view from the front door. Pretty, but enough already!

Think I Fixed the Problem

For some reason changing the template and going back and setting everything back up again seemed to fix the problem. I can't get the font I want without having the same issue though, so I guess this will have to do for now. Still, I think the new look is nicer.

Trouble With Blogger

Well, it appears that I'm smart enough to change the template and colors and page elements of my blog, but somewhere in the process I've managed to do something wrong. I can see that there is one comment on my newest post, but I cannot open it, no matter what I try. I also cannot access any links on my blog. So, if anyone has any suggestions, I'd love to hear them. Until then....I'll keep trying when I can.