Not only is he extremely beautiful to me, but he is so sexy that I swear he's the only man for me.

His words, his passion for his craft, is like mind sex, and everytime I listen to any of his songs I straight-up swoon.

Men need to realize that being respectful of women is the biggest turn on. Seriously. Lifting up a woman in sincere and encouraging praise, not for one's own gain, but just because there are so many beautiful women in the world who need to be cherished and made love to with words, and sounds, and gentle touch.

Honestly, the quickest way to my heart and soul is a man who is respectful of a woman, who isn't threatened by a strong and passionate woman who has a righteous voice (not in ego or pride, but because she knows herself and is true to who she is, an angel of heart, body and mind).

Slug (Sean Daley) understands this, and it is evident in his words, and how he speaks of women in interviews, of how he praises his mother for raising him right by her own hands, teaching her son to celebrate women. I thank her for this. I thank every single mother, every married woman who raises her sons and daughters to respect each other and themselves, because we do it for each other.

Thank you for your music, Slug, Atmosphere is music that heals my wounded heart <3

To all and all live life to the fullest peace an love!

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was this pregnant with Kamy, I would literally sleep until noon everyday, and usually have a late afternoon nap. This cannot be done, with the simple fact that I have her gorgeous six year old behind to look after on the daily. Not to mention that this week, my poor sister in law had to go back to work for the last month of her stores duration (Linens and Things is closing all its California stores, and she has to go back in order to get her severance), so I have the wonderful pleasure of babysitting my ever so adorable three month old niece Audrey. This is way too fun for me, because I love that little girl so effing much it makes my heart have palpitations.

Two weeks ago this Saturday my cousin Heather threw me a baby shower, attended by all my family, and best friends. It was too much fun. Hot Boyfriend attended as well, and was even cool enough to let a bunch of women use him as the Baby in the "Toilet Paper Baby" game. His team did a damn good job too - they actually won the game. I was lucky enough to receive everything that I needed for this baby from everyone, and I even managed to have all the thank you notes filled out to be mailed tomorrow or Saturday. Two weeks is good timing for me, because I HATE writing thank you notes, I know they are important, but I hate doing them. But I did, and I am done, thankfully.

The doctor visits have shifted from monthly, to bi-monthly, to weekly now. The last three weeks I have gotten to go sit in the over crowded waiting room to be seen  for a total of three minutes by one of the doctors at the OB office I go to. All has gone accordingly until Tuesday of this week, when the doctor decided to tell me that she is worried the baby might be too small. She gave me orders for another ultrasound, this time at the hospital where I will deliver, so that they can rule out IUGR.  This has naturally made me a fucking headcase, because everything I have read about IUGR leads me to realize that it can be very bad for my baby.

I really dont know what else to write now. To be quite honest I am a blubbering idiot now that I got thinking about all this crap again. I think I need to chill out.

Keeping my fingers crossed,

K

Then it got me thinking further (obviously the drive to work was rather boring). How many people are there on Earth? 6 billion people, thereabout? So God, if He does exist, is responsible for the well being of 6 billion people, regardless of religion because, if God judges people through what they believe in, then He is not the kind of God we should worship. Anyway, ok, 6 billion people. That's a lot of people. So I'm sure He has assistants, to help Him look after these 6 billion people. Say, for easy classifications, He divides his assistans and assigned them based on people's birthdays. So there'll be some Angel or Saint assigned to each month of the year. Then, within each month, there'll be more Angels or Saints assigned to date ranges in that month. I know my December guardian angel is Hazkael (or something like that), and I'm sure somewhere in Heaven, he is right now listening to his subordinates on their attempts to help the helpless mortals (i.e. us) from driving themselves further into temptation or disasters. I'm quite sure that there's some nameless Angel or Saint who is describing to Hazkael now how he prevented me from falling TWICE yesterday. I hope Hazkael asked him why he let me fall the other day in the parking lot. But at least he made sure that no one was around when I fell, so I forgave him for that.

God would probably have monthly meetings with his Saints and Angels too, in his boardroom in Heaven. I wonder what they'd talk about. Does Hazkael update him on his department client servicing activities? Do they talk about the issues in Middle East? Do they talk about how to warn people of natural disasters that are about to happen? Do they strategise how to 'punish' people by letting natural disasters happen so that they will repent after losing their family and material things? Do they discuss which soul is to be given to the fetus in a woman's belly? Do they observe us and laugh at the stupid things we do?

I wonder too if these Saints and Angels fight each other and play office politics to get promoted. Apart from Lucifer, has anyone else been fired from Heaven? Do these Saints and Angels have lunches together? But being the immortal beings that they are, they probably don't eat anyway. Do they have an annual dinner and dance? Sexual harrassment clause? Do they have a party when it's Jesus' birthday?

What I would give to be a fly on Heaven Inc's wall. But that probably means I'd have to die first. Unless I can build a ladder to Heaven and spy on them myself without the inconvenience of death.

What do you like about scrapbooking?

What is your favorite way to keepsake?

Is Scrapbooking costly?

Do you keep Babybooks?

How do you keep your photo's organized?

Okay, I hope I get a few responses on this one.

I'd love to hear how you got started.

So dinner tonight was a big salad for Chris and I, and a plate of fresh raspberries, fresh sugar snap peas, and some cheese and dan dan noodles for Zoe. After Zoe went to bed, Chris made us raspberry milkshakes with vanilla ice cream, fresh raspberries and chambord. It was lovely.

Which leads me to two questions about summer foods:

1. Which is the best summer fruit - strawberries or raspberries? For me, great strawberries are better than great raspberries, but raspberries are much more reliable and always good and sweet, where you can get strawberries that are pretty bad, even though they look beautiful. So brilliance or reliability?
2. Which is the best fresh summer vegetable - tomatoes or sugar snap peas. I'm still torn on this one. A heirloom tomato is a pretty gorgeous thing and can be used so many ways, but eating sugar snap peas in the garden is such an essentially summery thing. So versatility or pure summeryness?

The first thing on Ms. Jean-Baptiste’s list that day, accompanied by her sister, was to drop off her son and several other children, at the house of a family friend.

Unbeknownst to Jean-Baptiste, her 4-year-old son never got out of the car.

While Jean-Baptiste was on her way to the nail salon, 19-year-old Emanuella Castor, who later that evening was to be a bridesmaid at the wedding, naturally assumed that the boy’s mother had taken him with her when she didn’t see him among the other children that were dropped off.

Ms. Jean-Baptiste unaware that her son, Gregory was in the Ford Expedition she had been driving—locked the SUV and went inside the salon to have her nails done.

She and her sister returned to the SUV three hours later.

Ms. Jean-Baptiste became hysterical at the sight of her son sprawled out on the seat of the SUV. While her sister called 911, Jean-Baptiste, who works as a nurse, tried frantically to resuscitate her son.

Paramedics arrived and tried to revive the 4-year-old, but their attempts were in vain ... he was pronounced dead on arrival at Palms West hospital.

Although the temperature outside where the SUV had been parked was around 89 degrees Fahrenheit, experts speculated that the temperature inside the vehicle could have been as high as 139 degrees Fahrenheit.

The medical examiner said that Gregory Cesar’s body temperature had reached 108 degrees Fahrenheit.

Following the death of her son, the Palm Beach County Sherriff’s wanted to get Ms. Jean-Baptiste account of what happened, but were unable to do so because the distraught mother had to be sedated.

She broke her silence on Monday.

Overcome with anguish, she called her son’s death a horrible accident. She thought that Gregory was in a family friend’s car with four other children.

The day that began with so much promise, ended up being a day of mourning.

Guests, who had arrived to celebrate a wedding, were told by Pastor Wendell Charles of the Elected Church of God in Lake Worth, to make their way to the hospital.

Family members still attired in their wedding suits and gowns were overcome with emotions in the Palms West hospital waiting room, when they heard that Gregory Cesar died and lamented...

How could it happen?

Why did it happen?

Perhaps, 4-year-old Gregory wanted to be with his mother. He could have easily hid in the third row of the SUV. If he didn’t make a sound, his mother would not [ from the disastrous turn of events] have known her son was back there.

Mirlande Jean-Baptiste life has been irrevocably changed.

She now has to live with the agony of knowing that her child died in the sweltering heat.

But unaware that she had locked him in the Ford Expedition, Ms. Jean-Baptiste was powerless to help her son when he needed her the most.

• "Toward" is the preferred American spelling; "towards" is the preferred British spelling. There is absolutely no semantic distinction between the two, the difference is entirely dialectal.
• The phrase "different than" is incorrect usage, as in "this college is different than it was when I went here." The word "than" implies a difference in magnitude, as in "I am taller than Bill" to mean "I am more or less tall than Bill." Unless you are trying to say "I am more or less unusual than Bill," in which case you'd say "I am more different (from X) than Bill is," you would not say "I am different than Bill." Otherwise, the proper phrase is "different from" as in "this college is different from the way it was when I attended."
• The phrase "could care less," as in "I could care less whether Bill dies," implies that you do, in fact, care somewhat whether Bill dies. There is a small amount of care left below the level where you currently care. What people usually mean to say is "I could not care less," which means there is absolutely no way you could care any less, because you are already at the point of minimum care.

I guess I hit mid-morning and mid-afternoon lulls in my work.  I usually hit the gym around 4-6 pm.  I'm not sure why there are weird spikes in the evening.  It might be because if I'm watching TV, I'll usually be browsing blogs at the same time?  You can also tell when I get up and/or start working.  The 5 am ones are probably from when I'm on the east coast or when I'm jetlagged from coming back from the east coast.

Here's my goal.  I'm going to really hunker down in the next couple of months to pound out this thesis thing.  I'm planning to only read blogs after dinner.  So I'll post an updated histogram after I turn in my thesis and you'll be able to see whether I've done this.  I need some accountability.

Last night I filled in for Pastor John on our weekly Internet radio show Wednesday Night Live. Cal and I discussed Christianity and media consumption. It was a fun time, so if you have 45 minutes feel free to stream it, or download our own copy and listen to it in segments. Lemme know what you think..

Go here to stream or download the episode.

I'm not sure if the general public is aware of this, but there's a lot more to me than just good looks, wit, and swagger x 1000. I also read books...or at least look at pictures...in books.

I learned about Boogie a while back. A friend of mine had It's All Good, which was wild, and real, and gritty, and eye-opening, and crazy, and mind-blowing and Los, stop. Anyway, Sao Paulo is his latest work and from what I've seen, it looks just as amazing.

Buy it here.

Who said FTD didn't kick knowledge?

Life is still a little rough but with one day of training left and a 3 day weekend I am looking forward to coming back stronger and better than ever.

I will be revitalized.  I got a few articles, reviews, and rants in the draft section that are still relevant and hope to have a ton more content in the next week or two.

Thanks again for the support.  My sarcastic ass will be back shortly.

heys!!!

havent been on for awhile

been kinda lazy...wat else can i do

ehehe...anywayz promise i will update more often as soon as skool starts and answere and reply to all your comments and questions...

also been busy working and dancin camp..so yeah...thxs for reading although i havent posted anything in FOREVER!!!!

but anyway..just wanted to tell you tht i decied to take off the pages F*A*Q,and My Summer...ok?

if u guys disagree srry ^^

I flew out with the boys and my mom, leaving Tony and my step dad behind to drive the car across the country. Air Canada lost Kees's car seat.  That's right, a car seat. What's more, they seemed to care very little about this until I told them that if they didn't find my seat, I would be taking their loaner car seat with me to my destination, 500 km away.  Then, lo and behold, the car seat showed up. Hmmm...

After an exhausting day of flying with the boys and adjusting to the time change, Sacha had a night terror that night.  It involved screaming as though being attacked by an ax murderer for 45 minutes.  Meanwhile, Kees woke up to eat.  I grabbed Kees, ran to my mom's room, told her to change Kees and bring him back to me, then my mom attempted to calm Sacha.  It was not pretty.  The next morning, my mother-in-law offered to lend me her new Honda Fit to drive into town and get a Starbucks, just to give me some time to myself.  I was hesitant, but I did it.  I pull into the parking lot and PSSHHHHHH: the front tire of the car blew out.  That's right, I blew the front tire.  Of my in-laws new car.  Farking heck.

We are now reunited as a family, so the nights are better (for me), but our movers have been delayed by a few days, so we have to wait longer to get into our new house.  In the meantime, we are staying with my parents.  Our cat, who had taken possession of the new vacant house, went into total freak-out mode and cowered in a corner for 24 hours, refusing to eat, poop, pee, or meow.  Did I mention he was also losing hair?  Fortunately, my grandmother offered to babysit him at her house until we are settled.  I don't know if she realizes that may be a few weeks and a few pounds of cat hair.

Of course, we will all be separated again next week when Tony has to go away for training for his new job.  He will be away for 2 weeks (home on the weekend) so setting up the house by myself when the movers arrive should be super-duper.  Especially since I will be so rested from the shitastic blissful sleep I'll be getting.

And now, my disrecommendation for the day: Telus.  Telus sucks.  We called them over 2 months ago to get our phone service set up.  We booked the appointment for today.  I called them last night to confirm and asked that they call me at my mom's before they showed up, seeing how the house is vacant and I would have to go let them in.  They were hunky dory with that.

So today rolls around.  No phone call.  Nothing. I'm waiting around the house ALL DAMN DAY with an almost-two-year-old who desperately wants to go to the park.  I call Telus at 4:30 pm asking what is going on.  She tells me that there is no reason why our service won't be hooked up today, but that it may take until 8:00 pm.  If they don't show up, she tells me to call at 7:30 am tomorrow morning to get it sorted out.  Cheese and rice!  It is now 9:26 pm. I still have no phone.  I guess I will be hanging around the house all damn day tomorrow, too.

I highly disrecommend Telus.  I also highly disrecommend moving with small children across the country.

To cope with these irritants, I highly recommend Starbucks Cream Liqueur.

That is all.  Over and out.

Days like yesterday remind me how amazing and romantic my husband is! They also remind me how beautiful God's creation is...as we sat on the beach and watched the ocean, it was so peaceful. 

Yesterday was amazing!

Today has been a busy but fun one!

I got to spend some time with Kayleigh today. We pampered ourselves at Magic Nails this morning...it was very nice. I love getting my nails done...especially when it's with one of my best friends! 

Then in the afternoon we went out to the beach with Barry and Kayleigh. It was relaxing and fun...it usually is when we all get together. The day also included much laughter...again- it usually does when we're all together! After the beach we went to a yummy pizza place to get some dinner. Of course we finished with some dessert :)

Days like this remind me how priceless true friends are- the people you can be yourself with and the friends who will be there always. 

I'm exhausted now but it was a great day spent with great friends. The past two days have been so great- Love days like these!

Meet Spencer Elden. Well, you've already met him. In the quasi-intimate sense. He's the baby on Nirvana's famous "Nevermind" album, floating merrily along reaching for that dolla dolla bill, ya'll.

And NPR (I love love love NPR) did a story on him.

"Quite a few people in the world have seen my penis," he says from his home in Los Angeles. "So that's kinda cool. I'm just a normal kid living it up and doing the best I can while I'm here."

You know what, that is kinda cool. Power to you, man. Wonder what it's like to be him on a daily basis?

"My friend is all like, 'Hey I saw you today.' And I'm like, 'Dude, I was working all day.' And he's like, 'No, I went to Geffen Records, and you're on the floor and you're floating and I stepped on your face. 'Cause I guess they have like a floating thing where people can like walk on me and stuff ... so it's kinda cool," he says.

That's kinda cool too, Spencer. He might just be one of the most non-famous famous kids out there. And he's kind of kickass. Badass too, because his parents sent him to military school for a bit. Here he is now, all growed up:

Read the piece on this kid. He doesn't just smell like teen spirit, he reeks of it. Kurt Cobain would be proud, dude.

[Posted by Kathleen]

The bad news is the other guy is disputing that the accident was his fault.  Thankfully, there was a witness at the scene to confirm that I had a green arrow.

Dealing with insurance companies is not fun.

 when he spotted Something???"Come look Grandad"... he said

 Then Angel spotted Christian in her the Garden and made it down there just in time...to tell him;  " what he can't pick... and where he can't walk."

 And guarding her Grandad

Guess who picked the most?... she said

(after about two minutes of zero brain activity)  I just realized that I am staring blankly at my computer screen, my mouth hanging open like someone who has fallen asleep sitting up.   It has been a week.

All dance.  All day.  Literally.

I have the privilege of coaching the dance team for the middle school where I teach.  As tiresome as the extra workload may be, I wouldn't trade my time with those girls for anything.  Ok, maybe that's a bit of a stretch, but you get the point.   I love my girls.

And I love to dance.  Which is why I opted to choreograph two of their routines myself.   (And by choreograph, I actually mean scavenge dance routines on YouTube and my own old dance performances for cute ideas to "tweak" for our routine.  Originality is a rare occurrence.)  Which is why I am so exhausted right now.  That and the fact that I procrastinate. 

You see, rather than be the smart coach and make up the dances last month (or even last week), I waited until Tuesday to start making up a dance to teach on Wednesday, and Wednesday to make up a dance to teach on Thursday.  Which means I was still kickin' it to "Funky Y-2-C" and "Wild, Wild West" into the wee hours of the morning. 

BUT...and here is the light at the end of the tunnel...

The girls learned all three of their competition dances, plus an extra one for football season!  Which means that I won't have to do choreography for anything but Kiddie Clinic until tryouts in the spring!  Which means maybe I can grade papers more quickly!  Which means maybe I won't have to be such a hermit during the school year!  Which calls for more exclamation points!!!  Whoo-hoo! 

Ok, it is obvious that I am delirious.  Time for bed...