Thursday, January 29, 2009

Science Fair


Christopher got an At on his "Coastal Plain Project". Doesn't he look proud!?
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Too much.....

My week began with waking up on Monday with a sore throat, no biggie, I sucked on a throat lozenge and went on my merry way. By 8:00 I was falling hard into a coma of runny /stuffy (make up your mind!) nose, headache and watery eyes. OK, I can deal...then my son comes home from a basketball game with a gash on his head the size of a meat Cleaver and looking like Rocky Balboa. He was in a fight. With a kid who is a Boxer. Nice. 4 stitches and a catscan later all I wanted was a glass of wine. But kids, here's the upside, I didn't have one!! LOL! So all day yesterday was spent in bed dealing with the disappointment I feel for Zak and the pain that is throbbing in my head! I get thru yesterday and now today.....a snow day. The kids are home and I'm only feeling 30% better. I must be paying for a whole lot of sins in my past........

Saturday, January 24, 2009

T.K. rocked!!!!!!!

This was my 3rd time seeing my love, Toby Keith! As you can tell, I had a few, well maybe more, glasses of wine and was feeling no pain. My picture taking skills suffered but I had my groove on!
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Letter from Daughters to Daughters

*I found this article on a website I visit, there was a link to The Wall Street Journal website. But I found this touching and I admit, I wasn't that into the inauguration yesterday but once I turned it on, I found myself choking up and weeping in some parts. I know it is a Historical Day. I know I just became part of that history. And I couldn't be happier that the "color barrier" has been broken. I admit I didn't vote for B. Obama, but I am giving him all my respect and best wishes for getting this country back to our "happy place". So read this letter from Daughters of a President to the daughters of our new President.........

JANUARY 20, 2009 Playing House in the White House Article

Sasha and Malia, we were seven when our beloved grandfather was sworn in as the 41st President of the United States. We stood proudly on the platform, our tiny hands icicles, as we lived history. We listened intently to the words spoken on Inauguration Day service, duty, honor. But being seven, we didn't quite understand the gravity of the position our Grandfather was committing to. We watched as the bands marched by -- the red, white, and blue streamers welcoming us to a new role: the family members of a President.

We also first saw the White House through the innocent, optimistic eyes of children. We stood on the North Lawn gazing with wonder at her grand portico. The White House was alive with devoted and loving people, many of whom had worked in her halls for decades. Three of the White House ushers, Buddy, Ramsey, and "Smiley", greeted us when we stepped into her intimidating hallway. Their laughter and embraces made us feel welcome right away. Sasha and Malia, here is some advice to you from two sisters who have stood where you will stand and who have lived where you will live:

-- Surround yourself with loyal friends. They'll protect and calm you and join in on some of the fun, and appreciate the history.

-- If you're traveling with your parents over Halloween, don't let it stop you from doing what you would normally do. Dress up in some imaginative, elaborate costume (if you are like us a pack of Juicy Fruit and a Vampiress) and trick-or-treat down the plane aisle.

-- If you ever need a hug, go find Ramsey. If you want to talk football, look for Buddy. And, if you just need a smile, look for "Smiley."

-- And, a note on White House puppies--our sweet puppy Spot was nursed on the lawn of the White House. And then of course, there's Barney, who most recently bit a reporter. Cherish your animals because sometimes you'll need the quiet comfort that only animals can provide.

-- Slide down the banister of the solarium, go to T-ball games, have swimming parties, and play Sardines on the White House lawn. Have fun and enjoy your childhood in such a magical place to live and play.

-- When your dad throws out the first pitch for the Yankees, go to the game.

-- In fact, go to anything and everything you possibly can: the Kennedy Center for theater, State Dinners, Christmas parties (the White House staff party is our favorite!), museum openings, arrival ceremonies, and walks around the monuments. Just go. Four years goes by so fast, so absorb it all, enjoy it all!

For four years, we spent our childhood holidays and vacations in the historic house. We could almost feel the presence of all the great men and women who had lived here before us. When we played house, we sat behind the East sitting room's massive curtains as the light poured in illuminating her yellow walls. Our seven-year-old imaginations soared as we played in the enormous, beautiful rooms; our dreams, our games, as romantic as her surroundings. At night, the house sang us quiet songs through the chimneys as we fell asleep.

Personal Life In late December, when snow blanketed the front lawn, all of our cousins overtook the White House. Thirteen children between the ages of two and 12 ran throughout her halls, energized by the crispness in the air and the spirit of the season. Every room smelled of pine; the entire house was adorned with thistle; garlands wound around every banister. We sat on her grand staircase and spied on the holiday dancing below. Hours were spent playing hide-and-go-seek. We used a stage in the grand ballroom to produce a play about Santa and his reindeer. We watched as the National Christmas Tree was lit and admired the chef as he put the final icing on the gingerbread house.

When it was time, we left the White House. We said our goodbyes to her and to Washington. We weren't sure if we would spend time among her historical walls again, or ever walk the National Mall, admiring the cherry blossoms that resembled puffs of cotton candy. But we did return. This time we were 18. The White House welcomed us back and there is no doubt that it is a magical place at any age.

As older girls, we were constantly inspired by the amazing people we met, politicians and great philosophers like Vaclav Havel. We dined with royalty, heads of states, authors, and activists. We even met the Queen of England and managed to see the Texas Longhorns after they won the National Championship. We traveled with our parents to foreign lands and were deeply moved by what we saw. Trips to Africa inspired and motivated us to begin working with HIV/AIDS and the rights of women and children all over the world.

Now, the White House ballrooms were filled with energy and music as we danced. The East sitting room became a peaceful place to read and study. We ran on the track in the front lawn, and squared off in sisterly bowling duels down in the basement alley.

This Christmas, with the enchanting smell of the holidays encompassing her halls, we will again be saying our good-byes to the White House. Sasha and Malia, it is your turn now to fill the White House with laughter.

And finally, although it's an honor and full of so many extraordinary opportunities, it isn't always easy being a member of the club you are about to join. Our dad, like yours, is a man of great integrity and love; a man who always put us first. We still see him now as we did when we were seven: as our loving daddy. Our Dad, who read to us nightly, taught us how to score tedious baseball games. He is our father, not the sketch in a paper or part of a skit on TV. Many people will think they know him, but they have no idea how he felt the day you were born, the pride he felt on your first day of school, or how much you both love being his daughters. So here is our most important piece of advice: remember who your dad really is.

Jenna Bush is a writer and educator, the author of the book 'Ana's Story' and the co-author, with her mother Laura Bush, of the picture book 'Read All About It.'

Barbara Bush works for a public health-focused non-profit, Global Health Corps, and previously worked for The Smithsonian's Cooper-Hewitt National Design Museum.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Quote Of the day...

You must not for one instant give up the effort to build new lives for yourselves.
—Daisaku Ikeda

***I know a few people who can benefit from this quote!***

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Horoscope of the Day

Saving time and money isn't always your chief concern -- but right now, that's almost all you can think about! Even if it feels neurotic, go along with it until you figure out the best way to get things done.

This is appropriate in these times.

Monday, January 12, 2009

It's that time of year again! /Golden Globes

I have to admit, I did not stay up to watch it all. But, what I did see, I enjoyed! These were my favorite dresses of the evening...

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Such a pretty day

Today we woke up to more snow, but it was the heavy, pure white snow. Like the first was so pretty I took my camera out with Jackson. I love winter.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Snow day

Another beautiful day here in New England. Snow, sleet, schools closed, dark and damp. Actually, these are my favorite kind of days (minus the school closings.) I use it to excuse myself from any house work, lay around all day and catch up on my guilty pleasure (Ugly Betty, God I love that show!), make brownies, or since I'm on a diet now (PARTY POOPER)I think I will make some hummus.......or not.

I think Mom and Dad and Ned are coming over for dinner, if the roads are ok later. Ned is home cause he has an interview in Ct. I hope he left early to prep the shrimp, quickly cause Betty is waiting........

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Fact of the day

In the movie "Toy Story", the carpet designs in Sid's hallway is the same as the carpet designs in "The Shining."

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Happy New Year!!!!

Well, we made it thru another year and ended on a doozy of a day. Zak had his surgery on his elbow. It was a long day but he sailed thru with flying colors!! And the funniest (and best of the day......I have an obsession with Hospital socks. Chris got me a pair to add to my collection!) And they are a nice shade of gray. This has been a running joke for Chris and I for years and when he opened the closet in Zak's room, there they were! See, my hubby will do anything for me!!! LOL!