Modern Day Delmia

To Facebook or Not to Facebook...

That is the question.

Many of you know that I am not on facebook, we have had this conversation before. I have been debating whether or not to join for some time now. It's not that I don't think that I wouldn't enjoy "connecting and sharing with the people in my life" however I have to admit that I have some reservation.

Is it just curiosity that has me interested? Do I really have the time to invest? Can I really keep up with all of my facebook "friends". Will I neglect my children, my house, my responsibilities because I am constantly checking "my page" to see what everyone is doing? Do I really care what everyone is doing all the time? Do I really have the time to keep up with people I haven't seen or talked to in years? (I can't even remember to call the one friend I do have?) Do I even want to? Do I worry about hurting some one's feelings if I do not accept them as my friend. I mean does anyone even really do that or is everyone a friend on "facebook'?

It seems crazy to me how there is just something that keeps nagging at me to try it out. Was it the 12 emails I received in one day requesting to "be my friend" on facebook? Do I feel like I am missing out on something by not being in the facebook "mix". Do I feel that modern day technology is passing me by?

Honestly, I just don't know.

Am I crazy for being so crazy about this?

Probably!

Don't count me out just yet.

11 Years and Counting...

Last Saturday Ryan and I celebrated our 11th Wedding Anniversary! Since then I have been thinking a lot about our years together and how wonderful they have been! (wink) True Love doesn't come easy

However...

You know he's a keeper when...

1. He stays up half the night with his new bride picking millions of bobby pins out of her hair the night of their wedding.

2. He happily accompanies her to nursing school, only to lie in a dirty old ancient hospital bed acting as her "patient" for make up skills testing. (What kind of nurse fails bed making anyways!!)

3. He notices the effects of her steadily growing pregnant belly and offers to tie her shoes for her as she gets ready for work.

4. After the unexpected early delivery of their first baby and all the firsts that come along with that experience he doesn't even hesitate to try and cover the continents of the hospital bathroom trash (with out going into too much detail... shared room, shared bathroom, girlie postpartum"things" in the trash, etc. I think you get the picture) with paper towels as she suddenly feels the need to vomit and that is her only option for disposal. (Gag!)

5. After 11 years, three babies, a whole lot less exercise and a bit more jiggle he still calls her beautiful.

6. He is willing to work day and night to provide for his family.

7. He still makes her laugh.

8. He is not too proud or stubborn to say he is sorry.

9. He still gives her butterflies when they actually get to go out on a date together and he holds her hand.

10. He will eat her lousy cooking and still tell her "thank you" for making dinner even if a bowl of cereal would have been a lot more appetizing.

AND Finally

11. He is willing to make that late night emergency run to the store, without complaint, for some feminine necessities so that she doesn't have to go out late alone. (Even though he really, really does not want to!)

So there you have it folks. 11 years and 11 reasons why I am so glad I have him to keep!

Happy Anniversary babe, I love you forever!

Happy Fathers Day

"TO THE WORLD ,

YOU MAY JUST BE ONE PERSON...

BUT TO ONE PERSON,

YOU MIGHT JUST BE THE WORLD."

Sun

Slip'n Slides

Swim Diapers And a little extra Skin only means one thing...

SUMMER is here!!!

Just Another...

Splended Family Dinner at the Rosenlof's

Learning Letters is Confusing

Tonight I sat down at the computer when Phearson climbed right up onto my lap. My sweet little "almost" 3 yr old began pointing to different letters and numbers asking me what each one was. All was going good, with him even identifying some of the letters himself ,when all of the sudden the following conversation occurred...

Phearson: "What is this?" (pointing to the letter U)

Mom: "That is U."

Phearson: "No, that's not me." (smiling)

Mom: "No, that is the Letter U."

Phearson: "That's not me mommy."

Mom: "I know. That is a letter and the name of that letter is U."

Phearson: "What did you say mommy?"

Mom: "That is a letter... and the name of that letter is U." (Trying not to laugh)

Phearson: "Me?"

Mom: "No, that letter is not "Phearson" it is called U."

Phearson: (Looking confused and pointing to the letter T) "So Is that letter "mommy"?"

Mom: "No Phearson. That is the letter T. And this is the letter U. (once again pointing to the letter U on the keyboard and unable to hold back the laughter at this point)

Phearson: "No mommy, that Is Not Me" (now laughing himself too)

Sigh...

I guess we will try again tomorrow...

Learning your letters can be confusing!

Sleeping soundly tonight...

LAKERS WON!!!!

"That Mom"

So It finally happened...

Today was the day...

The day that I officially became "that mom".

I have done pretty good up until today.

I have to admit that I am a bit surprised that it didn't happen sooner.

Those that know me know that I can be a bit of a flake at times.

I have done my best, tried my hardest ...

but today I failed.

I became "That Mom"

Please let me explain...

It's not that I forgot to pick him up from school...

I just forgot to read the monthly calendar that his wonderful school sends home that clearly stated that there was no "bunch a lunch"(where the kids stay longer to eat lunch and play) this week. So as you can imagine the end result was the same. School ended and my son sits in the office alone... waiting...

I receive a phone call from the preschool director while at the grocery store (with a cart full of food), in which I didn't hear until my cell phone starts beeping to let me know their is a voicemail message. By then the school has called the house (no answer) and called my mother-in-law (emergency contact). Needless to say I leave my full shopping cart where I stand (hoping it will be there, intact, if and when I return) and hurriedly hop in the car to rescue my forgotten child. I get to the school to find Porter quietly sitting in the corner desk eating the lunch I thoughtfully prepared for him earlier that morning. Poor thing. My heart sinks. He gives me the awkward smile and packs up the rest of his lunch. Sweet Mrs. Henderson and the other teachers try to make me feel better about the situation but it is official...

Today I have become "THAT MOM"

To My sweet Porter-

"I am so sorry"

Don't you worry, "that mom" will make it up to you... Toys, candy? And I promise to do a little less day dreaming of tropical escapes.