The River Dance

and for the few in the know, Mark. Where would I fit a carseat?

Babylove,

Twenty-three years old! How time flies. I remember when you were a few weeks old and I took your temp.... Yeah... Kitchen needed a cleaning. My heart could not have been fuller, to look down into your face as you looked into mine. That look, the stare, the bond... No words can explaine those moments.... Perhaps true love.... Then you hit 2....

You were a very lovable little girl, you wanted to share or give away your last M&M out of the package. You also had a stubborn side..... Knocking the plant over on purpose when you KNEW that was a nono.. Scratching-slapping my face as I told you "no you cant touch the historic pictures on the wall" ....... Oh GF. I was soo mad at you that day LOL.  You were 7 months and got grounded to the stroller....

You have such a great personality & love of life. You are super funny (which I have to believe is inherited from me) ..........joke . see :p ? 

But I think what I love most about you is the way you make me feel. When you say . "Mom" ... I can feel it, (from the tone in your voice), rather then hear it (even when you type it)....... I love your heart..... and you have soo much of it!

Happy Birthday BabyLove......

Now that the mushy shit is over... Can't wait to put you in my lap again and say "Be my baby" ... Do you remember that?

Love Mom....... I hope you have a wonderful day today!

"You can't win," as a catchphrase, originated in the United States and was in use by 1950 (according to Eric Partridge, "A Dictionary of Catch Phrases American and British"). It expresses a sense of futility about hoping to succeed or, generally, to get something--anything--done. The elaboration "You can't win for losing," with its added play on logic, was around in the 1960s. It means that losing keeps you from winning; you can't win because things keep going wrong. People would say it when something unexpected or a bit of bad luck spoiled their plans.

As a family, the one goal we have been trying to do is.... "Shania's first's" ...... To create memories and pictures. Last year Mark insisted that I still go with the family plan that we had made to take Shania to the Fair. He was very sick and in the hospital the week before chemo, so his chemo was pushed forward a week, thus missing her first fair. We said thats ok we have next year. Altho Mark is feeling as well as he can, it won't be happing this year either. The truck ate too many greenbacks in July. We both wish we could shlup it off and say next year...

So, Vern, Robert and Lady Friend, Leon.  Perhaps... "Just" before you all head to Plymouth's county fair.. call me, Mark and I can meet you for a soda and "booth time" :p at Micky D's before or Mark is usally up till 2am.. stop by the house after. If those dont work, we will have to set up seperate meetings someother time. Ironically. This would be the first time he met "My" friends.

Aunt Linda, Uncle Larry, Ricky and Tina: Been too many years sense I have seen you all.. You havent even met Shania yet (actually you did not even know I had another brat). I need to move our visit to the next time Tina comes home. Just let us know....

Mark did make it to the Zoo with her, First Christmas at home, first 4th of July at home and with fireworks, we hope to fit a camping trip in with-in 3 weeks. She keeps asking us to go.. If we dont, she will be busy with school.

We are Grateful. that it look's like he will make it to her first day of school. Shania starts school on Aug, 19... (so happens to be the day of Mark's 18th month) two Goal's one swoop..

Tell someone tomorrow.. You mean alot to me.... I'm happy we had a chance to meet.. Make it a feel good day!

I would say good night sweet dreams. But Mark's bedtime is in 2.5 hours.

So back to dish's or FaceBook ? hmm hard choice..... :p