08-29-2010

A year ago yesterday I lost a dear friend to a car accident. He was a big part of my childhood and my adolescence. Our houses were within walking distance to each other. There was only a field that separated us. There was a group of four of us that spent our summers together, running through the neighborhoods. He was a good friend to me and I didn’t give him enough credit for that. He left this world too early. He left his wife too early. And most of all, he left his three children too early.

A year ago yesterday (Monday) I came back to work from maternity leave. I needed to come back to work. I missed the daily grind in my life. I yearned to put high heels on my feet. I longed for an adult conversation with someone besides my husband. Ironically, I woke up yesterday and wished, more than anything in this world, that I could stay home with my son and just hug him all day. I got teary-eyed as my son and husband walked out the door yesterday. Was it fear? Why was I so uneasy?

But there he was: my little boy, waiting for me to get home last night. I hugged him and he head-butted me in return. That head-butt made me smile from ear to ear and gave me a sense of comfort. I sure missed him.

And I sure miss my friend.

Football is Back

And to celebrate Judson Laipply created an Evolution of the Touchdown Dance....

iPhone Photo Phriday

Cason turns one year old tomorrow. My iPhone Photo Phriday today is a year’s worth of iPhone pics of my game changer. You must click on the picture to see the slideshow.

iPhone Photo Phriday - Phamous

That’s my Tahoe. On the news.

I came home last Friday and News 4 was at the entrance to our neighborhood. I get home and Walla told me that he just saw me on the news. Why was the news outside of our neighborhood? For a freaking crime spree. We fell victim to this crime spree about 2 or 3 years ago. The punks go around to cars at night and break into the ones that are left unlocked and steal what’s inside. The lowlifes also started to break into garages through side doors. It’s been going on for way too long. We park our cars in the garage. We have a padlock on our fence. And we set our home alarm each night. So much for feeling safer by living in a gated neighborhood. If you are a criminal reading this, don’t even think about coming to my house. I will junk-punch you and then I will taser you dead.

YouTubesday

This is a piano concert from our highly talented son. He got a bit embarrassed during the recital because he realized there was a crowd watching him. But then he picked up the pace and ended his performance with a bang. Literally.