Friday, April 29, 2011

Blessed Weekend

sorry for not posting much - it has just been a crazy week. Brayden and Owen make their First Communion on Sunday and the other night Brayden had his dress rehearsal. Since they do not allow pictures to be taken during the mass, any pictures we wanted to take we took that night. Of course we will have more on Sunday - but here are a few of him and his buddies. He put the suit on, and my eyes teared up - he is so grown up.

This is his banner that he had to make. I do not have a creative bone in my body, so this is all Steve and Brayden :)









My prayers are with the people out west - what a terrible thing to go through a tornado and to loose everything in an instance. Mother Nature is really playing with us - maybe it is the end of the world soon. I wish Owen and Kevin and Erin the BEST of luck on Sunday, even though it will be raining the sun will be shining on our little boys.

Have a great weekend everyone - I will be posting a lot of pictures I am sure.

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Chills

This - gave me chills - What a powerful voice - enjoy!!

(make sure to turn the music off at the bottom)




Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Crazily - Busy

Easter - I love the celebrations, I love the egg hunts and the dressing up and the celebrating of the resurrection of Jesus, but Easter, is the longest day of the year. Crazy busy - no time for naps, with church, egg hunts, visiting families and then more families - I think they need to allow businesses to be closed the Monday's after - at least schools. I am sure the kids were exhausted yesterday and weren't worth anything :) It just stinks that it rained - enough of it already. We are going to have to build an ark soon, which I am sure some people already have LOL

This is a big week for us and I know for Erin and Kevin in preparing the boys for their First Communion, a lot of preparations this week on top of every day life - makes for a hectic schedule. I told everyone at mom's on Sunday to do the dry dance so we would have a dry, sunny day on Sunday, but it looks like rain, at least in the morning ~ but hopefully the clouds go away and the sun pops it's little head out.

I hope everyone had a great weekend and Easter - it looked like we had a lot of birthdays going on, at the top of my head, I know it was Eric Tully's and John Timmerding's - I am sure I missed one or two, but I hope both of you guys had a great day!

Happy Tuesday everyone - try to stay dry if that is even possible anymore :)

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

Here is a message I have received from Uncle Dave. I hope everyone is blessed on this Good Friday and takes time today to spend with God.


A Physician's View of the Crucifixion of Jesus Christ
By Dr. C. Truman Davis

WARNING: MATERIAL IN THIS ARTICLE MAY BE UNSUITABLE FOR YOUNGER CHILDREN. PARENTAL DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

About a decade ago, reading Jim Bishop’s The Day Christ Died, I realized that I had for years taken the Crucifixion more or less for granted — that I had grown callous to its horror by a too easy familiarity with the grim details and a too distant friendship with our Lord. It finally occurred to me that, though a physician, I didn’t even know the actual immediate cause of death. The Gospel writers don’t help us much on this point, because crucifixion and scourging were so common during their lifetime that they apparently considered a detailed description unnecessary.

So we have only the concise words of the Evangelists: “Pilate, having scourged Jesus, delivered Him to them to be crucified — and they crucified Him.” I have no competence to discuss the infinite psychic and spiritual suffering of the Incarnate God atoning for the sins of fallen man. But it seemed to me that as a physician I might pursue the physiological and anatomical aspects of our Lord’s passion in some detail.

What did the body of Jesus of Nazareth actually endure during those hours of torture?

This led me first to a study of the practice of crucifixion itself; that is, torture and execution by fixation to a cross. I am indebted to many who have studied this subject in the past, and especially to a contemporary colleague, Dr. Pierre Barbet, a French surgeon who has done exhaustive historical and experimental research and has written extensively on the subject.

Apparently, the first known practice of crucifixion was by the Persians. Alexander and his generals brought it back to the Mediterranean world — to Egypt and to Carthage. The Romans apparently learned the practice from the Carthaginians and (as with almost everything the Romans did) rapidly developed a very high degree of efficiency and skill at it. A number of Roman authors (Livy, Cicer, Tacitus) comment on crucifixion, and several innovations, modifications, and variations are described in the ancient literature. For instance, the upright portion of the cross (or stipes) could have the cross-arm (or patibulum) attached two or three feet below its top in what we commonly think of as the Latin cross. The most common form used in our Lord’s day, however, was the Tau cross, shaped like our T.

In this cross, the patibulum was placed in a notch at the top of the stipes. There is archeological evidence that it was on this type of cross that Jesus was crucified. Without any historical or biblical proof, Medieval and Renaissance painters have given us our picture of Christ carrying the entire cross. But the upright post, or stipes, was generally fixed permanently in the ground at the site of execution and the condemned man was forced to carry the patibulum, weighing about 110 pounds, from the prison to the place of execution.

Many of the painters and most of the sculptors of crucifixion, also show the nails through the palms. Historical Roman accounts and experimental work have established that the nails were driven between the small bones of the wrists (radial and ulna) and not through the palms. Nails driven through the palms will strip out between the fingers when made to support the weight of the human body. The misconception may have come about through a misunderstanding of Jesus’ words to Thomas, “Observe my hands.” Anatomists, both modern and ancient, have always considered the wrist as part of the hand.

A titulus, or small sign, stating the victim’s crime was usually placed on a staff, carried at the front of the procession from the prison, and later nailed to the cross so that it extended above the head. This sign with its staff nailed to the top of the cross would have given it somewhat the characteristic form of the Latin cross.

But, of course, the physical passion of the Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of this initial suffering, the one of greatest physiological interest is the bloody sweat. It is interesting that St. Luke, the physician, is the only one to mention this. He says, “And being in agony, He prayed the longer. And His sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground.” Every ruse (trick) imaginable has been used by modern scholars to explain away this description, apparently under the mistaken impression that this just doesn’t happen. A great deal of effort could have been saved had the doubters consulted the medical literature. Though very rare, the phenomenon of Hematidrosis, or bloody sweat, is well documented. Under great emotional stress of the kind our Lord suffered, tiny capillaries in the sweat glands can break, thus mixing blood with sweat. This process might well have produced marked weakness and possible shock.

After the arrest in the middle of the night, Jesus was next brought before the Sanhedrin and Caiphus, the High Priest; it is here that the first physical trauma was inflicted. A soldier struck Jesus across the face for remaining silent when questioned by Caiphus. The palace guards then blind-folded Him and mockingly taunted Him to identify them as they each passed by, spat upon Him, and struck Him in the face.
In the early morning, battered and bruised, dehydrated, and exhausted from a sleepless night, Jesus is taken across the Praetorium of the Fortress Antonia, the seat of government of the Procurator of Judea, Pontius Pilate. You are, of course, familiar with Pilate’s action in attempting to pass responsibility to Herod Antipas, the Tetrarch of Judea. Jesus apparently suffered no physical mistreatment at the hands of Herod and was returned to Pilate.

It was then, in response to the cries of the mob, that Pilate ordered Bar-Abbas released and condemned Jesus to scourging and crucifixion. There is much disagreement among authorities about the unusual scourging as a prelude to crucifixion. Most Roman writers from this period do not associate the two. Many scholars believe that Pilate originally ordered Jesus scourged as his full punishment and that the death sentence by crucifixion came only in response to the taunt by the mob that the Procurator was not properly defending Caesar against this pretender who allegedly claimed to be the King of the Jews. Preparations for the scourging were carried out when the Prisoner was stripped of His clothing and His hands tied to a post above His head. It is doubtful the Romans would have made any attempt to follow the Jewish law in this matter, but the Jews had an ancient law prohibiting more than forty lashes. The Roman legionnaire steps forward with the flagrum (or flagellum) in his hand. This is a short whip consisting of several heavy, leather thongs with two small balls of lead attached near the ends of each. The heavy whip is brought down with full force again and again across Jesus’ shoulders, back, and legs.

At first the thongs cut through the skin only. Then, as the blows continue, they cut deeper into the subcutaneous tissues, producing first an oozing of blood from the capillaries and veins of the skin, and finally spurting arterial bleeding from vessels in the underlying muscles. The small balls of lead first produce large, deep bruises which are broken open by subsequent blows. Finally the skin of the back is hanging in long ribbons and the entire area is an unrecognizable mass of torn, bleeding tissue. When it is determined by the centurion in charge that the prisoner is near death, the beating is finally stopped. The half-fainting Jesus is then untied and allowed to slump to the stone pavement, wet with His own blood.

The Roman soldiers see a great joke in this provincial Jew claiming to be king. They throw a robe across His shoulders and place a stick in His hand for a scepter. They still need a crown to make their travesty complete. Flexible branches covered with long thorns (commonly used in bundles for firewood) are plaited into the shape of a crown and this is pressed into His scalp. Again there is copious bleeding, the scalp being one of the most vascular areas of the body.

After mocking Him and striking Him across the face, the soldiers take the stick from His hand and strike Him across the head, driving the thorns deeper into His scalp. Finally, they tire of their sadistic sport and the robe is torn from His back. Already having adhered to the clots of blood and serum in the wounds, its removal causes excruciating pain just as in the careless removal of a surgical bandage, and almost as though He were again being whipped the wounds once more begin to bleed. In deference to Jewish custom, the Romans return His garments. The heavy patibulum of the cross is tied across His shoulders, and the procession of the condemned Christ, two thieves, and the execution detail of Roman soldiers headed by a centurion begins its slow journey along the Via Dolorosa.

In spite of His efforts to walk erect, the weight of the heavy wooden beam, together with the shock produced by copious blood loss, is too much. He stumbles and falls. The rough wood of the beam gouges into the lacerated skin and muscles of the shoulders. He tries to rise, but human muscles have been pushed beyond their endurance. The centurion, anxious to get on with the crucifixion, selects a stalwart North African onlooker, Simon of Cyrene, to carry the cross. Jesus follows, still bleeding and sweating the cold, clammy sweat of shock, until the 650 yard journey from the fortress Antonia to Golgotha is finally completed. Jesus is offered wine mixed with myrrh, a mild analgesic mixture. He refuses to drink. Simon is ordered to place the patibulum on the ground and Jesus quickly thrown backward with His shoulders against the wood. The legionnaire feels for the depression at the front of the wrist. He drives a heavy, square, wrought-iron nail through the wrist and deep into the wood. Quickly, he moves to the other side and repeats the action, being careful not to pull the arms to tightly, but to allow some flexion and movement. The patibulum is then lifted in place at the top of the stipes and the titulus reading, “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews,” is nailed in place.

The left foot is now pressed backward against the right foot, and with both feet extended, toes down, a nail is driven through the arch of each, leaving the knees moderately flexed. The Victim is now crucified. As He slowly sags down with more weight on the nails in the wrists, excruciating pain shoots along the fingers and up the arms to explode in the brain — the nails in the wrists are putting pressure on the median nerves.

As He pushes Himself upward to avoid this stretching torment, He places His full weight on the nail through His feet. Again there is the searing agony of the nail tearing through the nerves between the metatarsal bones of the feet. At this point, as the arms fatigue, great waves of cramps sweep over the muscles, knotting them in deep, relentless, throbbing pain. With these cramps comes the inability to push Himself upward. Hanging by his arms, the pectoral muscles are paralyzed and the intercostal muscles are unable to act. Air can be drawn into the lungs, but cannot be exhaled. Jesus fights to raise Himself in order to get even one short breath. Finally, carbon dioxide builds up in the lungs and in the blood stream and the cramps partially subside. Spasmodically, he is able to push Himself upward to exhale and bring in the life-giving oxygen.

It was undoubtedly during these periods that He uttered the seven short sentences recorded:

The first, looking down at the Roman soldiers throwing dice for His seamless garment, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”

The second, to the penitent thief, “Today thou shalt be with me in Paradise.”

The third, looking down at the terrified, grief-stricken adolescent John — the beloved Apostle — he said, “Behold thy mother.” Then, looking to His mother Mary, “Woman behold thy son.”

The fourth cry is from the beginning of the 22nd Psalm, “My God, my God, why has thou forsaken me?”

Jesus experienced hours of limitless pain, cycles of twisting, joint-rending cramps, intermittent partial asphyxiation, searing pain where tissue is torn from His lacerated back as He moves up and down against the rough timber. Then another agony begins -- a terrible crushing pain deep in the chest as the pericardium slowly fills with serum and begins to compress the heart. One remembers again the 22nd Psalm, the 14th verse: “I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.”

It is now almost over. The loss of tissue fluids has reached a critical level; the compressed heart is struggling to pump heavy, thick, sluggish blood into the tissue; the tortured lungs are making a frantic effort to gasp in small gulps of air. The markedly dehydrated tissues send their flood of stimuli to the brain. Jesus gasps His fifth cry, “I thirst.” One remembers another verse from the prophetic 22nd Psalm: “My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou has brought me into the dust of death.” A sponge soaked in posca, the cheap, sour wine which is the staple drink of the Roman legionaries, is lifted to His lips. He apparently doesn’t take any of the liquid.

The body of Jesus is now in extremes, and He can feel the chill of death creeping through His tissues. This realization brings out His sixth words, possibly little more than a tortured whisper, “It is finished.” His mission of atonement has completed. Finally He can allow his body to die.

With one last surge of strength, he once again presses His torn feet against the nail, straightens His legs, takes a deeper breath, and utters His seventh and last cry, “Father! Into thy hands I commit my spirit.”

The rest you know. In order that the Sabbath not be profaned, the Jews asked that the condemned men be dispatched and removed from the crosses. The common method of ending a crucifixion was by crurifracture, the breaking of the bones of the legs. This prevented the victim from pushing himself upward; thus the tension could not be relieved from the muscles of the chest and rapid suffocation occurred. The legs of the two thieves were broken, but when the soldiers came to Jesus they saw that this was unnecessary.
Apparently, to make doubly sure of death, the legionnaire drove his lance through the fifth interspace between the ribs, upward through the pericardium and into the heart. The 34th verse of the 19th chapter of the Gospel according to St. John reports: “And immediately there came out blood and water.” That is, there was an escape of water fluid from the sac surrounding the heart, giving postmortem evidence that Our Lord died not the usual crucifixion death by suffocation, but of heart failure (a broken heart) due to shock and constriction of the heart by fluid in the pericardium.

Thus we have had our glimpse — including the medical evidence — of that epitome of evil which man has exhibited toward Man and toward God. It has been a terrible sight, and more than enough to leave us despondent and depressed. How grateful we can be that we have the great sequel in the infinite mercy of God toward man — at once the miracle of the atonement (at one ment) and the expectation of the triumphant Easter morning.


Happy Easter to all my family and friends - Be Blessed this Weekend and in celebration of Jesus's death and resurrection.


Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Seriously..

how cute is this! I have always wanted Twins. This will bring a smile to your Thursday. And what a beautiful morning it was - a beautiful sunrise and the weather - well it isn't raining yet. I hope everyone has a great Thursday. And may God be with you these next four days as we celebrate the most amazing gift he could have ever given us.






Happy Thursday!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Two Years

Today marks 2 years since we lost Uncle Wally. Steve and I were talking last night about it and how sometimes it seems like it has gone by so fast and yet other days it feels like it just happened the other day. I can't believe it has been two years since our whole family started the journey of not loosing one but two brothers in the same year, within the same 3months of each other.

I know some of the kids are going down to go be with Aunt Bernie and I am sure they need to be there as much as she needs them there. And to get away from this weather - my goodness. I love you guys and you are in my thoughts and prayers and be careful on your trip and have fun and laugh and cry and remember all of the good times. And like Cindy said, dad and Uncle Wally must really be partying up there this week, celebrating Uncle Wally's life because the lightning, storm shows we have been having down here - crazy!

Last night was the first time in my life where I actually thought about going to a basement, most of the time when it comes to storms, I can sleep right through them and not worry about them, but now, that I have two little ones I have to care for, I worry a bit more. The sirens went off and I was mesmerized. It was the game of do we wake up the boys and go down to the basement, or do we waited it out. It was like this for a half hour and we just wind up waiting it out which was good because they called off the sirens, but it was still scary. This is another reason I told Steve why we need to get the basement fixed, at least if we had to wake the boys up we could sleep downstairs on a comfortable couch. When I was telling Brayden about it this morning, he said mom I would have just slept on the treadmill :)

I hope no one suffered too much damage and the only damage that you have is lack of sleep. Uncle Wally we miss you and love you and think of you every day. You are a bright star in the sky. RIP

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Ugh

Thunderstorms + a 3 year old = No sleep for mommy. Wow those were some storms last night, Brayden being the log he is slept right through them, Logan not so much. Up a lot during the night and then up for good at 5:15 - he has never been my sleeper. Tired, so tired. I think alot of people had a rough night last night, the morning line for McDonalds was ten deep instead of one deep. Everyone needing their coffee.

Adn it is still going - it would be a great day to lay in bed and watch a movie, read a great book and take a long nap. Aw - how nice that sounds.

Brayden is excited that it is such a short week for him, he said to me this morning, just one more day mom, just one more day, I can do it. I laughed and said honey wait until you are in the real world and it is every day you are working or doing something. It is funny how Americans work so much and how other countries few families as their priorities and not working all of the time. It is sad really how much we all work, and how much we really do not spend time with the people we love. We have to, it is the way our country is. Sure we try and we do the best we can, but we are such a materialistic world that we work all of the time, to buy things that we will never be able to take with us - All we need is to live for God and his Glory and to be a light in this small thing we call earth.

I hope everyone stays dry today - and all week, it looks like the rain is going to be around for a while, lucky us huh.

Happy Tuesday everyone.....

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,


Sunday, April 17, 2011

Little Video


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Here is a little video I made from our Spring Break. We didn't go anywhere exciting, no big trips, just family time, which was great. We did venture over to the Children's Museum and to the Zoo on the one nice day. It was funny when we went to the zoo we ran into about 20 people we knew. It was crazy, but it was the first beautiful day of the week so everyone was out. Brayden and I had a date night on Thursday which I truly loved. I think it is important to be able to spend one on one time with each child - we had a great time. A lot of staying up late and spending time with Grandma's - I believe Brayden had a great Spring Break! And now it is back to the grind, trying to get him into bed has been a chore, needless to say, but it really doesn't make sense since he only has to go three days this week with it being Holy Week. 
We were all at mom's on Friday night for our annual Fish Fry. We use to go down to Knights of Columbus in Ludlow but ever since dad passed away, it is too hard to go down there without him. So we go and stink up mom's house with the deep fryers and the cooking of dad's famous beer battered fish! We had a great time - and it is the fourth week of soccer and still no soccer games. It seems to always rain on Friday night or Saturday morning just when we need to play - looks like we may have to start playing during the week.
This week marks, two years since Uncle Wally passed away - two years! I can't believe it, the time goes by so fast, but the pain and the heartache of loosing someone never does - it is still there. I have been praying and thinking of all of them and our families as we celebrate his life and try to find peace in him being gone.  When days like this come around it really brings up those moments in our lives and relive them all over again. For me, though and I know for mom and probably for others, sometimes it doesn't have to be a moment, it just comes and when those thoughts are there, especially for me, the thoughts of dad's last days and how he looked stay in my head and it takes everything I have to get them out of my mind. No rhyme or reason, they just come - Ugh!
Uncle Wally we miss you and we know you are in a better place but it doesn't make the heartache any easier.
I hope everyone had a great weekend and is ready for the warm weather this week, finally, yes there will be rain, but it is suppose to be a lot nicer.
Enjoy the little bit of the weekend you have left and have a Great Monday.
Miss and love you dad ~ so much.
Much love to all, 

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Friday, April 15, 2011

Spring Break

we are alive - yes! I know I have never gone this long without posting some boring story or thought of mine :). Brayden is on Spring Break this week and we have been busy. I took off a couple of days and we went to the Children's Museum and the Zoo where we ran into everyone we know. It was too funny. And then Brayden had a date night last night - what an awesome time it was. I love both my boys and I love spending time with just one on one - you know!

Another busy weekend, hopefully it doesn't rain too much so Brayden can finally have his first soccer game, but it doesn't look like that is going to happen. Planning on going to Garden of Hope soon - I loved it up there last year when I went. So peaceful and beautiful. I am going to take Brayden this year - it is a beautiful place.

I have lots of pictures to post and stories to tell just wanted to say a quick hello and to say I hope everyone has a GREAT weekend.

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Monday, April 11, 2011

Don't Understand

it is hard for me this morning to sit here and type what a wonderful weekend I had, how blessed I am or any thoughts I may have really, when I truly do not understand sometimes life and why God does what he does. We all have our purporse in life - as long or short as it may be, but it is trying to understand it that is so hard.

Found out last night that my brother-in-law, Ric's brother is terminally ill and has a few weeks to live. He has been battling cancer and now it is to the point where they can not help him. He is only in his early 30's, and has three young kids and a beautiful new wife, and it just makes you wonder why - why would God take someone so young. My heart is aching for him and his family. I know how it was to loose dad and we as kids were all grown up, but to have to go through losing a parent so young.

I always ask why to when it comes to Aunt Carol's niece, Colleen - here is another example of someone so young with their whole life ahead of them, and she is having to deal with more than most of us will in our lifetime. It just makes you put life in perspective and makes you realize how short life is, and all the pettiness in the world, the superficialness, the selfishness, it doesn't matter - it doesn't matter at all. It is all God's plan, whether we understand it or not.

My thoughts and prayers are with Ric and Susan and the whole Bohl family as they begin this journey - may you find some type of peace and love and understanding through it all. Praying hard for you!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Beautiful Day!!!

I LOVE my life - such a beautiful day and have been blessed enough to spend it with my boys. Had another job fair today - so sad, makes me so grateful and blessed to have the job I do have - I am one lucky gal.

Found this quote today: It says alot doesn't it :)

Never long for anyone from your past. There's a reason why they never made it to your future. -
Dr. Lance Watson



Have a great and blessed Thursday!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,


Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Silver Spoon

it is amazing how people who are born with a silver spoon in their mouth and are given everything that they want or need have no idea how hard life and the world really is sometimes. Why would they, everytime they get into a jam, or everytime they wish for something - someone will be there to give it to them. They do not have to work hard, they do not suffer, they are just able to enjoy life as it is because they know they will always be taken care of and handed what they need or even want. Life is handed to them on a silver platter.

It is funny - those who truly do suffer are normally the ones who don't complain about it - for them it is what their life is and they appreciate the blessings they have, and those who really do not know what suffering or hardship or sacrifice is are the ones who do all of the complaining. People buy what they want and not what they need. Do you really need an I Phone, do you really need the latest and greatest car, do you need to go to the tanning bed every day, do you need to go on a trip/cruise, if so don't come complaining about how hard life is and how many sacrifices you have to make when you are walking around in designer clothes and the latest and greatest phone. Make some true sacrifices, like God did, make a TRUE sacrifice.

Sorry - off on a tangent - we had this conversation yesterday at work just due to a co-worker is like this and it just aggravates - well all of us. Any whoo.....

What a beautiful morning - my gosh, the sunrise and the way the sky was - it was just beautiful and it just made you stop and thank God for another wonderful day. And my Logan, my sweet little Logan, was up at 5:00am with me this morning - he said he just wanted to make sure he said good-bye to me. He has never been my sleeper - crazy kid. I am sure Steve isn't too happy about having to get up at 6:45 - because Steve and Brayden - they are my sleepers. I just figure sleep is overrated - you will sleep when you are dead LOL (I know morbid!)

Anyway - busy days ahead and it is Wednesday - both boys have practices tonight, same time, different places - and I am amazed at how mom and dad did it with five of us into sports, I only have two!

Sorry about my tangent - just some deep conversations going on these days at work!

Happy Wednesday Everyone - enjoy the beautiful day - Be Blessed.

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Monday, April 4, 2011

Not 21

anymore - at all. Me + 6 different shots + beer = a terrible Sunday! I know right, I am old enough to know better, but I was at a wedding and it was just one of those nights, where everything was just going down so good and smooth - I didn't feel bad on Sunday - just dehydrated and very tired - let's just say all of my co-workers felt the same way - we had a GREAT time, but I have definitely learned my lesson at least until the next time :)

Sad that UK lost - by 1 lousy point, heart wrenching - but be proud of those boys they came a long way this season, no one even counted them in to get this far, so they should hold their heads up high. I am going to try to stay up and watch the game tonight, but I slept maybe two hours last night - it was just one of those restless nights and Logan kept having nightmares and kept getting up - long night.

Everyone was at mom's last night - first time in a while that all five of us were there - but it was fun and crazy as always when we are always together - the kids have so much fun together and they love to venture into the woods - funny because that is what we use to do as kids - spend hours back on those trails and venturing to where the next path was going to take us. I see many ventures in our near future in those same woods.

I hope everyone had a great weekend and was able to enjoy the nice weather yesterday, unlike the flood waters that have come in today - geesh, it is a lot of rain!

Happy Monday Night - and may it be a good game tonight!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,

Friday, April 1, 2011

UK Weekend

it is the weekend of the big game - Saturday night - UK vs UConn at 8:45pm and you know where I will be - at a wedding! I think the last time they were in the final four I was at a wedding too. Luckily this wedding starts early and it is right by our house so may be sneaking out a bit early, if not try to tape the first half and not listen to the radio or anyone talking until we get home - we will see how well it goes.

And how about them Reds - Holy Moly - what a great game/comeback. I am sure many like myself had them written off and said that they lost it - but can never count them out - WOW! Unbelievable what an exciting way to start the year. I can not wait to take the boys to a game this year - I love taking them down there and they have so much fun. It is so much better than and family friendlier than a Bengals game and besides, the Reds win more LOL

Brayden's first soccer game is this weekend, hopefully it warms up a bit - he is at an exciting age where the games are getting more exciting and intense, I have to remember and keep reminding myself not to be that parent that looses control and yells and screams and acts like a maniac - sometimes it is hard to do when you are a competitive person. But I do my best not to embarrass him :)

Today is Grandparents day, I hope mom, Jean and Aunt Joy have a great time with the kids. It is the first time the school has done it so hopefully it turns out well and they can do it every year. Brayden was excited to have them come - not sure if it was about them coming or if it was more about not having to do any work Hee, Hee, Hee. He was excited!

I hope everyone has a great weekend and enjoys time with family and friends. And even if you aren't a UK fan, at least watch the game and cheer on a hometown team. And besides that, I am sure it will be an exciting game to watch!

Have a great weekend everyone!

Miss and love you dad ~ so much.

Much love to all,