She's ONE!

80/20

Your Body Image is 20% Unhealthy, 80% Healthy

You have a great body image. You know that no one looks perfect, and you're happy the way you are. Also, you don't judge other people on their looks... and it helps them feel better about their own bodies!

How's Your Body Image?

Type A

You Have A Type A- Personality

You are one of the most balanced people around Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you. When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love! You live life to the fullest - encorporating the best of both worlds

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

Yep, That's Me!!

You Are a Tomboy

You're having too much fun to bother with nail polish and crazy diets. Guys are instead impressed by how much you know and do!

How Girlie Are You?

You Jest???

I'm a Democrat, I tell you!!!

You Are a "Don't Tread On Me" Libertarian

You distrust the government, are fiercely independent, and don't belong in either party. Religion and politics should never mix, in your opinion... and you feel opressed by both. You don't want the government to cramp your self made style. Or anyone else's for that matter. You're proud to say that you're pro-choice on absolutely everything!

What's Your Political Persuasion?

Mmmmmm! Pie!

You Are Apple Pie

You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional Those who like you crave security

What Kind of Pie Are You?

I LOVE ICE CREAM!

You Are Dublin Mudslide Ice Cream

You won't remember any of this in the morning

What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?

A Happy Drunk!

You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri

You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party. You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!

What Mixed Drink Are You?

Strawberry

You Are Strawberry Ice Cream

A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core. You often find yourself on the outside looking in. Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works. You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream.

What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?

Pitta

Your Dosha is Pitta

You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor. You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader. Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways. But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical. With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you In love: You are picky but passionate To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.

What's Your Dosha?

August

Your Birth Month is August

Ambitious and strong, you find it easy to be successful. You are brave and stubborn. No one's going to set your limits! Your soul reflects: Strength, character, and devotion Your gemstone: Peridot Your flower: Poppy Your colors: Orange, red, and light green

What Does Your Birth Month Mean?

Ride'm Cow....kitty???

Another day in the life of Daisy and Apache.

Daisy pisses off Apache.

Apache concocts a plan of revenge.

Apache sets the trap.

Daisy unwittingly takes the bait.

Apache lays on the arm of the couch, appearing to be taking a nap.

Daisy saunters by unknowingly thinking all is well.

Apache waits. And waits. And waits........

Daisy is closer. Sniffs Apache's butt. Lovingly licks Apache's face.......

Apache: "That was the last straw. Stupid dog licked me. Now she must SUFFER!"

Daisy turns to walk away. BAD MOVE!

Apache sticks butt in air. Gives his hind quarters a wiggle. Then "woosh".....into the air he flies.

He flies high.......and lands on Daisy's back. POOR DAISY!

Daisy yelps. From pain or fear...or both.

There is Apache on Daisy's back, biting into her neck, and Daisy bucking trying to shake the big, fat, orange cat off her back.

Never lick a cat in the face!

Mamasita's Early Birthday Present

I couldn't help myself. I had to pull it out of the box and put it together. While at Toys-R-Us, she giggled and was just so happy to be in it. So the next day, I bought it at WalMart because it was so obviously cheaper!

We pulled out the box. She saw the picture on the box and got soooo excited. I pulled it out and she squealed with delight! Yep, definitely a good choice!

Mi Amor

I LOVE YOU, BOBBY!!!

Sorry I've been such a puss!

Lauren Monster

Exercise:
Tuesday~10.03 miles
Wednesday~6.63 miles
Thursday~7.01 miles
Friday~7.63 miles

It's Friday! Yea!

Nothing much has happened so far. Lauren is taking her nap after an exhausting trip to the commissary. Girl is sooooo spoiled rotten. Can never make her happy. I got one of those shopping carts that has steering wheels for the kids to pretend with. It allows the children to face forward, than backwards, while pushing the cart. Well, I thought this would be perfect since when she is in a regular shopping cart, she turns herself around. I'm so afraid she'll fall out. Well, this "special" shopping cart would do the trick. Nope. She turned around, stood, moved around, houdini'd herself out of the seat belt....you name it. She cried, laughed, squealed to get attention. Of course, when you would sit her correctly, buckle her back in.....all you hear is this scream. I swear she was cussing me out. The girl's got 'tude.

Got home, and of course, that didn't make her happy because she didn't have my undivided attention because I did have to unload the truck, then unpack the groceries. It wasn't like we had a lot.

Then another episode right after the other. I had to strap her in her chair so I could feed her. Oh, that didn't go over well. She doesn't like restraint of any kind. Doesn't like her diaper changed....to her another kind of restraint. Put on her shoes....foot restraint. Put clothes on....bodily restraint. Put a clip in her hair or brush it....head restraint. See! Restraint all over the place....she doesn't likey.

Now someone restrain me from beating my head up against the wall.........LOL!

Mamasita!

Matthew's First Day of School...a pic.

Eric's First day of School...a pic.

TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-9-11)

TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-9-11)
Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait

A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"
They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud

"I have a dream!"
and once he did
The Newcomer said,
"Your dream still lives."

Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run , Yorktown , the Maine "
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear."
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,trust us sir, we've passed that test."
"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,
"The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought
Unlike you, great we're not"

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must
Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in hell, but not alone

"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"
So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,I see sorrow -- but I don't see fears."
"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.

All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes,
Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven .

-Author UNKNOWN (What a shame!)

Lauren's Virus

Update:

It kills me to not make it better. She can't tell me where it hurts. All I can do is hold her, rock her, and sing to her. She hasn't vomited today. Diarrhea has arrived. Her tummy still hurts. I can tell. She has not been herself. No happy-go-lucky, vivacious, giggly little girl. She is not cranky. She is just wanting to be held. When on the floor, she lies motionless. She might crawl from here-to-there. But it's mainly, just lying on her tummy, her little naughty-self gone. Right now she takes her nap. No fight like she always does. I just laid her down.....and she rolled over and closed her eyes.

Hopefully, by tonight, she'll be herself.............

Lauren's First Stomach Virus....a milestone

I heard Lauren when I was running this morning but I wanted to finish my 6 minutes that I had left. I thought she was up way tooo early anyway by her usual time frame. I finish the run and take my shower, she was quiet so I thought she fell back to sleep. She probably did. Well, at 7am, I hear her again and go in. The smell over took me! UGH! Not poo! It was the disgusting smell of a "virus". You know that smell, after your child vomits! UGH! I turn on the light and there was vomit everywhere. She was covered from head to toe! It was all over her crib, the stuffed animals....everything. My poor baby!!!!!!!!!! I rushed hurriedly to the bathroom and washed her hair and rinsed her off. My poor baby!!!!!!!!!!! Then I dried her, put her in clean clothes, and then breast fed her. She seemed okay then. I then put her on the living room floor and hurriedly pulled her sheets and stuffed animals out of the crib...sprayed it down with Lysol...and then turned the washer on HOT water and washed everything...including the stuffed animals. I'm sure some of those will be ruined. Then I made her some oatmeal and fed her that and a jar of bananas. Didn't make it half way....she projectiled all over ME!!!!! UGH! She didn't even give a warning. It just came up. She didn't even cry. I then took all my clothes off. Wiped her down and pulled her formerly clean clothes off. Threw, what I was feeding her, away. Some of the vomit got in the bowl. Ewwww! I feel like a chicken with her head cut off! Finally, got myself redressed. Thank God, I bought some Emetrol. Gave her a tsp of that and made her a bottle of Gatorade (since that is all I have at the moment....will have to get the baby stuff later).

Well, now it's a little after 3pm. She made it through lunch, took a 3 hour nap, then I breast fed her. Not even a minute after she finished did she upchuck her lunch from three hours prior and the breast milk that she just drank. Great. Now my bed is covered with 6 undigested fries (the boys gave her on our way home from Lowes~~Matthew had to build a birdhouse for Cub Scouts) from McD's, diluted Gatorade, Gerber oatmeal, and bananas. Wonderful. I think I have washed 3 loads of vomit covered clothing, towels, and bedding. For one small child, she sure does have a lot of puke.

Bobby and His Award

Graduation

Brothers

Les, Bobby, Garrett

MAKING HIS SPEECH

I need a better picture!!

GRADUMATE???

At The Ball!

The Leadership Award

The Miller Men!

What Time is it?

First of all before I forget....Lauren got another tooth. Six now. What is it? 18 more to go? How many teeth does a child have anyway?

Time? Really, what is it?

There is never enough of it.
It either goes to fast when you are having fun.
Or goes to slow, when the day is ripe with boredom.
Is gone before you know it.
It creeps on you.
When you need more of it, never get it.
When you don't need more of it, there is always more than you need.
It heals old wounds.
It stands still.
It can be restrained.
It can be capsuled.
It can be wound.
It can be reflected.
We can go back in it.

Time? It is now.