Well, I'm up and running now that the computer is back in business after our fire. YES, WE HAD A SMALL FIRE . . . see "hubby's Blog" for more details and updates - I'm not going to retype everything!
Anyway, I was reading the paper the other day and there is a big to-do in Farmers Branch about renting out properties to ILLEGAL immigrants.
Apparently, there was a big vote in City Council about the issue and alot of people were up in arms about it. (most likely the ILLEGAL immigrants' families).
The city has decided that it is against the law to rent apartments, houses, etc to ILLEGAL immigrants. Now, I ask you - WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS DECISION??? Why is everyone up in arms about it?
They are ILLEGAL immigrants - why should we allow them to stay in the country illegally? If they want to stay and live in this country - FINE, they need to go through the proper channels like everyone else does. We can't allow these people to just up and decide they want to break the law while we look the other way.
I understand that this is the "melting pot" and the "land of dreams" . . but there has to be a line drawn somewhere - otherwise, what happens to civility? If we allow people to break these laws, what other laws are next? Will it be OK to murder someone we don't like? Kidnap children when we feel like it? I know these examples seem pretty extreme - but really . . where does it end?
I don't know why people are so quick to defend those who are openly defying this country's laws - what about all those people out there who are obeying the laws and working hard in their lives - don't they get any breaks? Why dole out favors to those who refuse to obey the laws and follow the rules?
Heaven forbid we "OFFEND" anyone . . . . whatever happened to expecting everyone to follow the laws set forth my those in our government and working hard to earn a living in the LEGAL way?
Off my soapbox until next time. . . . .
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
My Celebrity Look A-likes
A friend had this on her blog, and it looked like fun! Go to www.myheritage.com to find your celebrity look a-likes!
Liberace - HA HA!!!! Too funny!
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Liberace - HA HA!!!! Too funny!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Happy Mother's Day !
Well, today is "the day!" Yesterday, we spent the day together as a family and went to the Dallas World Aquarium. Then we stayed home and played a game of "Pirates of the Caribbean". It was fun to have the time together.
Philip took Damon out to purchase a gift, and he quickly came home to wrap it. He made me a homemade card that said "There's only one day like Mother's Day. A Day where you are appreciated."
I laugh now, because as I read it, it sounds like the only day I'll be appreciated is on Mother's Day, once a year! However, I know what he was trying to say! It was so cute. He couldn't wait for me to open his gift, so I opened it last night - he got me a beautiful necklace. It was blue topaz in the shape of a heart with "diamonds" and gold around it. He was so proud of himself. . . he continually asks if I liked his necklace. It was beautiful!
So later that evening, Philip went back to wrap my present from him. Damon begged to be let into the bedroom so that he could see what it was. Philip showed him - and as I was fixing dinner, Damon casually came around into the kitchen and asked, "Mom, is your cookbook all torn up and dirty?" I was very confused about this question and told him no. He left by saying, "Ok - I was just wondering." I remained confused, but dismissed the incident.
THEN it was time for me to open Philip's present . . . . guess what?! It had the shape of a book! Now Damon's question was starting to make more sense. . . . you see, I had a cookbook that I found a couple of weeks ago that I really wanted - but I wanted to wait until it went on sale since it was like $40. So, now Damon's question started to make a little more sense.
Yes, it was the cookbook that I wanted - so I was excited to get that . . . . . I cook a full-fledged dinner every night, so I'm always looking for new recipes. Yea!
We went to church this morning, and Mom got to spend her Mother's Day doing absolutley NOTHING! Came home, ate lunch, and I got to take a nap! Tonight, we will be going out to dinner to Abuelo's Mexican Restaurant. Yumm!
And just an addition . . . . since I've been writing this Blog, Damon has heard the call of the Ice Cream Man - he went out with his own money and bought ice cream . . . . and brought something back for me "because it was Mother's Day." This is really the first Mother's Day that he has totally been over the edge about it . . . it's really cute to see his excitement. I think because he's doing everything on his own, he's totally into it. Funny.
Happy Mother's Day everyone! I'll leave you with these little quips about being a woman:
I know what Victoria's Secret is.
The secret is that nobody older than 30 can fit into their stuff.
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then,
your body and your fat are really good friends.
Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.
Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness.
I gave up jogging for my health.
My thighs kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire.
Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks two sizes!
Skinny people irritate me!
Especially when they say things like, "You know, sometimes I just forget to eat."
Now I've forgotten my address, mymother's maiden name, and my keys. But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat.
A friend of mine confused her valium with her birth control pills.
She had 14 kids, but she doesn't really care.
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing
and then they marry him!
I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are:
eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast.
Are they kidding? That is my idea of a perfect day.
Philip took Damon out to purchase a gift, and he quickly came home to wrap it. He made me a homemade card that said "There's only one day like Mother's Day. A Day where you are appreciated."
I laugh now, because as I read it, it sounds like the only day I'll be appreciated is on Mother's Day, once a year! However, I know what he was trying to say! It was so cute. He couldn't wait for me to open his gift, so I opened it last night - he got me a beautiful necklace. It was blue topaz in the shape of a heart with "diamonds" and gold around it. He was so proud of himself. . . he continually asks if I liked his necklace. It was beautiful!
So later that evening, Philip went back to wrap my present from him. Damon begged to be let into the bedroom so that he could see what it was. Philip showed him - and as I was fixing dinner, Damon casually came around into the kitchen and asked, "Mom, is your cookbook all torn up and dirty?" I was very confused about this question and told him no. He left by saying, "Ok - I was just wondering." I remained confused, but dismissed the incident.
THEN it was time for me to open Philip's present . . . . guess what?! It had the shape of a book! Now Damon's question was starting to make more sense. . . . you see, I had a cookbook that I found a couple of weeks ago that I really wanted - but I wanted to wait until it went on sale since it was like $40. So, now Damon's question started to make a little more sense.
Yes, it was the cookbook that I wanted - so I was excited to get that . . . . . I cook a full-fledged dinner every night, so I'm always looking for new recipes. Yea!
We went to church this morning, and Mom got to spend her Mother's Day doing absolutley NOTHING! Came home, ate lunch, and I got to take a nap! Tonight, we will be going out to dinner to Abuelo's Mexican Restaurant. Yumm!
And just an addition . . . . since I've been writing this Blog, Damon has heard the call of the Ice Cream Man - he went out with his own money and bought ice cream . . . . and brought something back for me "because it was Mother's Day." This is really the first Mother's Day that he has totally been over the edge about it . . . it's really cute to see his excitement. I think because he's doing everything on his own, he's totally into it. Funny.
Happy Mother's Day everyone! I'll leave you with these little quips about being a woman:
I know what Victoria's Secret is.
The secret is that nobody older than 30 can fit into their stuff.
The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then,
your body and your fat are really good friends.
Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today.
Sometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness.
I gave up jogging for my health.
My thighs kept rubbing together and setting my pantyhose on fire.
Amazing! You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks two sizes!
Skinny people irritate me!
Especially when they say things like, "You know, sometimes I just forget to eat."
Now I've forgotten my address, mymother's maiden name, and my keys. But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat.
A friend of mine confused her valium with her birth control pills.
She had 14 kids, but she doesn't really care.
The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing
and then they marry him!
I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are:
eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast.
Are they kidding? That is my idea of a perfect day.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Manners, Anyone?
Well, I've strained a muscle in my hip - so I've been told to take a week off of working out in order for it to heal. Hope I don't lose any ground!!!
Anyway, I chose to take myself to the movies today and see a movie that I had been wanting to see - Perfect Stranger. It was a little heavy on the foul language (what isn't these days?), but it was a good story with a nice little twist.
Ok - so I'm in the middle of this movie with about 5 other people when this lady who is sitting about 3 seats down from me has a ringing cell phone. She ACTUALLY answers it! Then continues to have a conversation for about 5 minutes. As she hangs up, she tells the person on the other end that she would have to ask her husband and call them back. THE NERVE! So, instead of getting up and leaving to make her "important phone call," she decides to call her husband right then and there! I couldn't believe it. . . . . what a JERK. (I want to use another term, but since this blog is "rated G", I won't!) So she calls her husband and continues to talk another 5 minutes. But wait! She has one more phone call to make.
Before she did so, I had the guts to address her and ask her, "Are you here to watch the movie or talk on the phone?" It may have been rude on my part, but I was the closest aggrivated movie-goer to her, and was totally fed up, so I felt it was my duty to do so. She retorted, "I'm sorry, was I that loud?" I informed her that she was and that we couldn't hear the movie over her phone converstaion. I said, "Can't you take the phone call outside?" She said, "No, but you can go outside." WHATEVER! I informed her that I wouldn't do that, but I would go and get the manager so that he could show her outside himself. . . .
Well, I actually did it - I figured it was worth missing 5 more minutes of the movie in order to not have to sit through the remainder of her phone calls. The manager came after I returned and spoke with her . . . she was very angry - and I DIDN'T CARE! As she looked at me with a nasty expression, she said "That was rude, thanks alot, B---h." I know it was bad, but I was sowing my oats and I answered her, "Oh, was that rude? . . . . . .So sorry." (I have to admit it was Sassy . . . but like I said, at this point, I didn't care)
She looked like she was gonna slap me - in a way, I kind of wish she would have . . . I could have pressed charges - that would have made me feel much better. I'm so tired of people having absolutley no respect for others and just flat out being IDIOTS.
Anyway, as she was leaving, I heard several Thank You's and a quiet round of applause from the other movie-goers. We were able to finish the movie in peace.
I have done my good deed for the day! ;-)
Anyway, I chose to take myself to the movies today and see a movie that I had been wanting to see - Perfect Stranger. It was a little heavy on the foul language (what isn't these days?), but it was a good story with a nice little twist.
Ok - so I'm in the middle of this movie with about 5 other people when this lady who is sitting about 3 seats down from me has a ringing cell phone. She ACTUALLY answers it! Then continues to have a conversation for about 5 minutes. As she hangs up, she tells the person on the other end that she would have to ask her husband and call them back. THE NERVE! So, instead of getting up and leaving to make her "important phone call," she decides to call her husband right then and there! I couldn't believe it. . . . . what a JERK. (I want to use another term, but since this blog is "rated G", I won't!) So she calls her husband and continues to talk another 5 minutes. But wait! She has one more phone call to make.
Before she did so, I had the guts to address her and ask her, "Are you here to watch the movie or talk on the phone?" It may have been rude on my part, but I was the closest aggrivated movie-goer to her, and was totally fed up, so I felt it was my duty to do so. She retorted, "I'm sorry, was I that loud?" I informed her that she was and that we couldn't hear the movie over her phone converstaion. I said, "Can't you take the phone call outside?" She said, "No, but you can go outside." WHATEVER! I informed her that I wouldn't do that, but I would go and get the manager so that he could show her outside himself. . . .
Well, I actually did it - I figured it was worth missing 5 more minutes of the movie in order to not have to sit through the remainder of her phone calls. The manager came after I returned and spoke with her . . . she was very angry - and I DIDN'T CARE! As she looked at me with a nasty expression, she said "That was rude, thanks alot, B---h." I know it was bad, but I was sowing my oats and I answered her, "Oh, was that rude? . . . . . .So sorry." (I have to admit it was Sassy . . . but like I said, at this point, I didn't care)
She looked like she was gonna slap me - in a way, I kind of wish she would have . . . I could have pressed charges - that would have made me feel much better. I'm so tired of people having absolutley no respect for others and just flat out being IDIOTS.
Anyway, as she was leaving, I heard several Thank You's and a quiet round of applause from the other movie-goers. We were able to finish the movie in peace.
I have done my good deed for the day! ;-)
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Celebrating Our Anniversary
5 years together. . . . WOW. I can remember it all like it was yesterday. The day we got married, our honeymoon, and the years since then.
I have a wonderful husband. Many women have stated their jealousy and wishes that they had a husband like him. And yes, I do brag!
We have definitely put our wedding vows to the test over the past years with car wrecks, cancer diagnosis, chemotherapy, and various surgeries. We've had our scary moments and wondered what was else was in store for us (although we didn't really want to know!)
Through it all, my husband has been my source of strength, my love, and my knight in shining armor. He has stood like an Oak through all my tears during my illness and treatments. He's been that level head that has kept me grounded during those scary moments, waiting on test results. He is the love of my life, and always will be. He is my knight in shining armor when I have been wronged - he goes off to fight for my honor and makes me feel so loved and cherished.
He not only gained a wife when we married, but he also gained a son. He became an instant father to a 5 year old and has done it with flying colors. They have had their moments over the past few years, but they have finally come to that understanding and are doing wonderfully.
A Poem . . . . .
The time is now, the day has finally come,
We've been married 5 years now, our time has just begun.
Five years worth of hugs and kisses is what I have treasured,
All this love you've given me can never ever be measured.
My love for you has grown deeper with each passing day,
I've thought of you in loving memories in every single way.
From that day when our lives came together,
To now 5 years later our love remains forever.
You give me purpose you give me strength,
Your love for me it has no length.
To wake beside you every morning,
To look into your eyes they're so adoring.
It's why I long to feel your touch,
It's why I love you so very much.
From now until that final year,
My heart is yours to keep my dear.
I have a wonderful husband. Many women have stated their jealousy and wishes that they had a husband like him. And yes, I do brag!
We have definitely put our wedding vows to the test over the past years with car wrecks, cancer diagnosis, chemotherapy, and various surgeries. We've had our scary moments and wondered what was else was in store for us (although we didn't really want to know!)
Through it all, my husband has been my source of strength, my love, and my knight in shining armor. He has stood like an Oak through all my tears during my illness and treatments. He's been that level head that has kept me grounded during those scary moments, waiting on test results. He is the love of my life, and always will be. He is my knight in shining armor when I have been wronged - he goes off to fight for my honor and makes me feel so loved and cherished.
He not only gained a wife when we married, but he also gained a son. He became an instant father to a 5 year old and has done it with flying colors. They have had their moments over the past few years, but they have finally come to that understanding and are doing wonderfully.
A Poem . . . . .
The time is now, the day has finally come,
We've been married 5 years now, our time has just begun.
Five years worth of hugs and kisses is what I have treasured,
All this love you've given me can never ever be measured.
My love for you has grown deeper with each passing day,
I've thought of you in loving memories in every single way.
From that day when our lives came together,
To now 5 years later our love remains forever.
You give me purpose you give me strength,
Your love for me it has no length.
To wake beside you every morning,
To look into your eyes they're so adoring.
It's why I long to feel your touch,
It's why I love you so very much.
From now until that final year,
My heart is yours to keep my dear.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Does Anyone Have Control Anymore?
Just the other day, I was watching the evening news and saw a story that just floored me. It made me wonder, "What is wrong with these people?"
The news story was about something new called a "TV Cart". It's a shopping cart that has a TV in it for kids. Now, I ask you - what is the reason for this?
I've checked out other blogs and stories about these TV Carts, and everyone pretty much has the same idea: "It makes my child behave for me while I shop." Here's an idea: How about YOU make them behave? One man even stated during his interview with the news reporter, "It's better than them run around the store and me having to chase them."
WHAT?!?!?! And this person is a parent, having been trusted with the job of bringing up a responsible citizen? SCARY!
What ever happened to PARENTING? How about actually EXPECTING your child to behave in the first place? No wonder we have a load of kids who can't sit still for 5 minutes and can't entertain themselves to save their lives! If they can't stay with you, then strap them into the seat of the cart and set some pretty daunting consequences if they unbuckle and try to climb out. If it happens - so what? - enforce the consequence. If the consequence was strong enough to begin with, I can pretty much guarantee you it won't happen the next time you shop. If they don't like the seat, they will learn to stay with you or find themselves riding in the seat anyway.
It seems that so many parents are letting their kids run the show. If little Johnny wants it, he gets it because it's the only way to keep him from throwing a fit. Being a mother of a very temperamental Bi-Polar child myself, I can attest to the embarrassment of sitting on the floor in the middle of the aisle at Tom Thumb with my arms and legs wrapped around my fit-throwing child. However, I stuck with it - and low and behold, he stopped because he wanted to get up - he didn't want to sit on the floor with me! He realized that I wasn't moving until he stopped and controlled himself. THEN we moved on as if nothing had ever happened. Of course, he suffered consequences at home as a result. (Taking over Mom's chores while she sits down and reads a book for most of the day Saturday is not much fun! Especially when he could have been outside playing with friends) Moral of the story? It never happened again. Go figure.
"Gee, you mean if I actually expect my child to behave and enforce it as if I'M really the BOSS, it will make them behave?" WOW! What a novel idea.
How about parents being parents (we make the rules and enforce the behavior), and children being children (they follow the rules or suffer the consequences). None of this wishy-washy stuff. Parents these days need to find their spines and take their kids in hand.
Christy
The news story was about something new called a "TV Cart". It's a shopping cart that has a TV in it for kids. Now, I ask you - what is the reason for this?
I've checked out other blogs and stories about these TV Carts, and everyone pretty much has the same idea: "It makes my child behave for me while I shop." Here's an idea: How about YOU make them behave? One man even stated during his interview with the news reporter, "It's better than them run around the store and me having to chase them."
WHAT?!?!?! And this person is a parent, having been trusted with the job of bringing up a responsible citizen? SCARY!
What ever happened to PARENTING? How about actually EXPECTING your child to behave in the first place? No wonder we have a load of kids who can't sit still for 5 minutes and can't entertain themselves to save their lives! If they can't stay with you, then strap them into the seat of the cart and set some pretty daunting consequences if they unbuckle and try to climb out. If it happens - so what? - enforce the consequence. If the consequence was strong enough to begin with, I can pretty much guarantee you it won't happen the next time you shop. If they don't like the seat, they will learn to stay with you or find themselves riding in the seat anyway.
It seems that so many parents are letting their kids run the show. If little Johnny wants it, he gets it because it's the only way to keep him from throwing a fit. Being a mother of a very temperamental Bi-Polar child myself, I can attest to the embarrassment of sitting on the floor in the middle of the aisle at Tom Thumb with my arms and legs wrapped around my fit-throwing child. However, I stuck with it - and low and behold, he stopped because he wanted to get up - he didn't want to sit on the floor with me! He realized that I wasn't moving until he stopped and controlled himself. THEN we moved on as if nothing had ever happened. Of course, he suffered consequences at home as a result. (Taking over Mom's chores while she sits down and reads a book for most of the day Saturday is not much fun! Especially when he could have been outside playing with friends) Moral of the story? It never happened again. Go figure.
"Gee, you mean if I actually expect my child to behave and enforce it as if I'M really the BOSS, it will make them behave?" WOW! What a novel idea.
How about parents being parents (we make the rules and enforce the behavior), and children being children (they follow the rules or suffer the consequences). None of this wishy-washy stuff. Parents these days need to find their spines and take their kids in hand.
Christy
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Introduction
Well, here I am. . . an official blogger. I'm not too sure that I have much that others will be interested in, but I've decided to humor my husband and create a blog. My name is Christy Heath, and I'm married to my wonderful husband of 5 years, Philip, and I have an 11 year old son.
We live in Hurst, TX (for those not of the DFW area, that is in the "mid-cities" area - aptly named since it sits 1/2 way between Dallas and Ft. Worth).
Some of you may be wondering about my blog title. Well, following chemotherapy treatments for breast cancer, my hair began to grow back BLACK and VERY curly. (Previously it was basically straight and an auburn-red color!) Even though it has lengthened, the curls have just gotten bigger and longer. I basically look like a black-haired Shirley Temple. And they're totally natural.
Since this seems to be a major subject of conversation with people I come in contact with, I figured the name would fit.
I'll leave the introductory post to that, and will write more later.
We live in Hurst, TX (for those not of the DFW area, that is in the "mid-cities" area - aptly named since it sits 1/2 way between Dallas and Ft. Worth).
Some of you may be wondering about my blog title. Well, following chemotherapy treatments for breast cancer, my hair began to grow back BLACK and VERY curly. (Previously it was basically straight and an auburn-red color!) Even though it has lengthened, the curls have just gotten bigger and longer. I basically look like a black-haired Shirley Temple. And they're totally natural.
Since this seems to be a major subject of conversation with people I come in contact with, I figured the name would fit.
I'll leave the introductory post to that, and will write more later.
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