A Week Of Firsts.

I want to start by asking for forgiveness if this doesn't make much sense, I'm extremely tired and not feeling good.It's been a little over a week since Jackson got his shots, he handled them well, but is upset because he can't play with his sister. She has a major cold and her first ear infection. So, she is miserable.Jackson is getting his first teeth (2, in the front on the bottom), so he is unhappy. Not eating right, not sleeping well. He also got his first haircut, no more mohawk, but it will grow back.

I may be very close to getting my favorite uncle to move back to Missouri, he just doesn't want his mother to know, I think that we can arrange that.

A Great Read

MY SON
This is great, take a moment to read it, it will make your day! The ending will surprise you
Take my Son
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.
About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art." The young man held out this package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.
On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"
There was silence.
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings.. Skip this one."
But the auctioneer persisted. "Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"
Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"
But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting." Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
"We have $10, who will bid $20?"
"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."
"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"
A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over."
"What about the paintings?"
"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!"
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE
Please send this on to all you know.
Remember that maybe "one" of the people you might have taken the time to send this to, may be just the person who needs to hear this message. You have a choice to make."
God Bless.

From the mouths of grandkids!

These were sent to me and I thought that I would pass them on to you. They are too cute!

She was in the bathroom, putting on her makeup, under the watchful eyes of her young granddaughter as she'd done many times before. After she applied her lipstick and started to leave, the little one said, 'But Gramma, you forgot to kiss the toilet paper good-bye!'

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My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, '62.' He was quiet for a moment, and then he asked, 'Did you start at 1?'

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After putting her grandchildren to bed, a grandmother changed into old slacks and a droopy blouse and proceeded to wash her hair. As she heard the children getting more and more rambunctious, her patience grew thin. Finally, she threw a towel around her head and stormed into their room, putting them back to bed with stern warnings. As she left the room, she heard the three-year-old say with a trembling voice, 'Who was THAT?'

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A grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: 'We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.' The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last she said, 'I sure wish I'd gotten to know you sooner!'
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My grandson was visiting one day when he asked, 'Grandma, do you know how you and God are alike?' I mentally polished my halo while I asked, 'No, how are we alike?' 'You're both old,' he replied.
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A little girl was diligently pounding away on her grandfather's word processor. She told him she was writing a story. 'What's it about?' he asked. 'I don't know,' she replied. 'I can't read.'
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I didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would point out something and ask what color it was. She would tell me and was always correct. It was fun for me, so I continued. At last she headed for the door, saying sagely, 'Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of these yourself!'
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When my grandson Billy and I entered our vacation cabin, we kept the lights off until we were inside to keep from attracting pesky insects. Still, a few fireflies followed us in. Noticing them before I did, Billy whispered, 'It's no use, Grandpa. The mosquitoes are coming after us with flashlights.'
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When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly replied, 'I'm not sure.' 'Look in your underwear, Grandpa,' he advised. 'mine says I'm four to six.'
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A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, 'Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.' The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. 'That's interesting,' she said, 'how do you make babies?' 'It's simple,' replied the girl. 'You just change 'y' to 'i' and add 'es'.'
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Children's Logic: 'Give me a sentence about a public servant,' said a teacher. The small boy wrote: 'The fireman came down the ladder pregnant.' The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. 'Don't you know what pregnant means?' she asked. 'Sure,' said the young boy confidently. 'It means carrying a child.'
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A nursery school teacher was delivering a station wagon full of kids home one day when a fire truck zoomed past. Sitting in the front seat of the truck was a Dalmatian dog. The children started discussing the dog's duties. 'They use him to keep crowds back,' said one child. 'No,' said another, 'he's just for good luck.' A third child brought the argument to a close. 'They use the dogs,' she said firmly, 'to find the fire hydrants...

Little Man's Checkup!

Yesterday was Jackson's doctor appointment (and shots). He is 24 1/4 inches tall, 12 lbs 8 oz and sweet as can be. Do you want more good news? Last night he went to bed around 9:45 and slept until about 4:45 this morning. So my little fuzz slept threw the night for the first time, I'm so happy. Today, he had another first, while we were at the mattress store getting our new bed (ours has a hole all the way threw it directly under me, I've dealt with it for the last 6 months), Jackson blew bubbles. I will post photos whenever this stupid thing lets me.

Sierra-Lynn is getting better about keeping things out of her mouth that don't belong there, with the exception of her foot (she has got a smart ass mouth lately). The other day, I was on the phone with our park manager (our water was acting up). Any who, she goes in the bathroom, turns on the water and comes back into the living room with her hands on her hips. She says to me, "Mom, the water is working so hang up the phone, we don't need them down here."

She is also a big help, even when I don't need it. She gets diapers, clothes, tries to make bottles, you name she has done or tried to help do. Sometimes it can be too much though, today while she was helping, we cracked our heads together. She was not fazed, I am still hurting. Can someone explain why kids have such tough skulls and parents end up with hurt ones?

I hope that everyone's week was better than mine. Now, don't get me wrong, for the most part my week was great. I just REALLY REALLY miss my mom, as well as Bob and Gloria. Tomorrow was (is, whatever) my mom's birthday. It is so hard to believe that it has been 15 years since she pass away, it seems like it was yesterday. I not only miss her for me, but for Sierra-Lynn and Jackson, it's not right that they get stuck with a dick weed for a grandfather, while the three grandparents that loved them (or would have if they would have gotten to meet them) are gone. Sierra-Lynn started crying yesterday because she misses her Nana and Papa, I just kept thinking that Jackson will never know them. All the while, my jerk faced sperm donor sits on his ass in Alba, MO, and doesn't even call or email (unless I email and threaten to have the police do a wellness visit to his home). Why????????????

Where to buy USA gas,

THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO KNOW. READ ON--

Gas rationing in the 80's worked even though we grumbled about it. It might even be good for us!The Saudis are boycotting American goods. We should return the favor. An interesting thought is to boycott their GAS. Every time you fill up the car, you can avoid putting more money into the coffers of Saudi Arabia. Just buy from gas companies that don't import their oil from the Saudis. Nothing is more frustrating than the feeling that every time I fill-up the tank, I am sending my money to people who are trying to kill me, my family, and my friends.

I thought it might be interesting for you to know which oil companies are the best to buy gas from and which major companies import Middle Eastern oil. These companies import Middle Eastern oil:

Shell.......................... 205,742,000 barrels

Chevron/Texaco.........144,332,000 barrels

Exxon /Mobil..............130,082,000 barrels

Marathon/Speedway..117,740,000 barrels

Amoco..........................62,231,000 barrels

Citgo Gas comes from South America, from a Dictator who hates Americans. Do the math at $30/barrel, these imports amount to over $18 BILLION! (Oil is now $90-$95 a barrel).

Here are some large companies that DO NOT import Middle Eastern oil:

Sunoco................ 0 barrels

Conoco................ 0 barrels

Sinclair................ 0 barrels

BP/Phillips.......... 0 barrels

Hess.................... 0 barrels

ARC0................... 0 barrels

All of this information is available from the Department of Energyand each is required to state where they get their oil and how muchthey are importing.

For Aunt Becky!

PEAK A BOO
Mark thought that you would like Jackson's shirt (Oklahoma U).

Stress Level Going Up!?!

I don't know what more I can do with Miss Sierra-Lynn. Mark took her outside to play in the snow for about an hour yesterday (both of them had a blast). I've been letting her help me make dinner, she loves helping me bake and gets excited when I let her help cook. On top of that we have been spending more time a night (plus during the day) reading. We were able to find the kitchen table today, and she was told that after she took a nap (she has been getting up in the middle of the night), that mommy was going to take her outside and then we were going to play a board game of her choice.

And what does she do today, when everyone else was resting? She gets into Mark's aftershave. Not only did she get it all over herself and make the bathroom smell like a brothel, but she also drank some of it. I wanted to beat her and love her at the same time. I was so worried. Thankfully the remedy was a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk, along with 24 hours of nothing to drink but milk. I am very grateful that she is ok, I don't know what I would do if I lost her, Mark or Jackson, for they are my life. I just wish that I could get Sierra-Lynn to understand that. She thinks that we love Jackson more because we have to spend a lot of time with him, we don't but get that through the thick head of a five year old that also happens to be a Bennett (stubborn as all get out).