Roses are Red

Today, I received flowers from my big sister who received my kidney back in 2006. She is now pregnant and her and her husband are expecting a baby girl in November. Words cannot express how happy I am for her. I will not display the message that was sent with the roses as it only seems fitting for me to only know. However, it was a message I needed today.

Perhaps it's just me and I'm the crazy one for having these emotions, but sometimes I find myself stuck in the routine of life. The same old, same old of rushing to get ready in the morning for work, same 2 hour long daily commute back and forth to work, same endless school work...I even work the same route in the grocery store when shopping. I often wonder if I'm living life or if life is living me. I get consumed with guilt for leaving Mason to go to work as this makes me feel less of a mother; as if I'm choosing work over my son. My heart hurts everyday. I share a wonderful life with Steve, but yet we never get time to see one another. When I get home from work, he's leaving to go to work. I stay home with Mason while Steve takes Madison to her soccer practices. I miss him so very much. Even when we finally get 5 minutes of alone time when everyone is in bed, I still miss him very much. I love Madison and Morgan as if they were my own daughters, but sometimes I wonder if I'm too strict with them. I only want them to do good in life, but in doing so, am I sometimes the evil stepmother?

Sometimes I wonder if I really matter in this world. I'm assuming this is an ageless question that is asked by everyone. It's the reason that religion exists; to explain why we are here, our journey, and how we fit. Sometimes life just gets me down and wears me out. My sister's message felt very uplifting. It's the kind of message that you can put into a secret place and read it from time to time when needed. The kind of message where the paper wrinkles over the years from being unfolded, read, then folded.

So thank you Jackie. I love you in a way only a little sister can love her bigger sister.

We are Off to See the Wizard

This past Sunday (29th) started out a little gray, but then brightened and the weather warmed up. We had a very brief storm, which lasted no more than 15 minutes. Steve and I filmed a little bit of the storm as the skies just seemed to open up and within minutes the streets were flooded as if it had rained for hours. Come to find out, a tornado hit an area of York. I heard this briefly on the radio station as I was heading into work Monday. York is a large area in PA and the exact location was not specified.

the performers promis by bubbles

I have an awsome poem
Id like to share with you
Iknow each time iread it aloud
My fluency will improve

So listen carefully to my voice
How do you think i sound/
Did i give expression, speak clearly,
And pause at the punctuation i found/

If you think i tried my hartist,
And were impressed by my reading skills,
please leave a comment

morgan's poem's

color poem

green is the color of hot summer grass,

a flower stem blooming on a nice spring day,

a little grasshopper chirping on a nice wedneday,

green is the smell of fall leaves,

and the smell of cucumber seeds,

the smell of a nice windy breeze,

green is the sound of birds chirping away,

the sound of an alligator at the zoo,

the sound of a tractor on a very warm day,

green tastes like a nice minty ice cream,

like a spring green lollipop,

green feels like soft just mowed grass,

like blowing bubbles,

and like the green fluffy grass in a Easter basket.

STAY TUNED FOR MORE OF MY POEM'S VERY SOON!!!

jump back jack!!!

hey everyone!!! its rb!!! i went to my friend danielle's gymnastics tornament and she was amazing she did a roundoff back hand spring!!! OMG!!! thats awesome and there were little girls that were so good they looked like rubber bands it was awesome i want to get into gymnastics and cheerleading so i can look like a rubber band like danielle!!! wow!!! lol...!!! i could never do something like that!!! HAHAHA!!!

CRASH, BAM, BOOM!

Do I have everyone's attention yet? Both RB and Bubbles made a blanket campground in the living room and slept together last night. A few hours into the night, Bubbles had a very bad tummy ache so Steve spent time laying down with her and rubbing her belly until she fell asleep. I ended up getting up to use the restroom, get a drink of water, and take some Tums because I felt as if I had swallowed a ball of fire. I'm sure this is, too, courtesy of Baby Fowler. When everyone managed to get settled, we then heard a loud noise. I can't even begin to describe the noise. Steve and I thought the cats knocked over pots and pans in the kitchen. I looked around, but didn't look in detail before I hopped into bed. RB and Bubbles came running upstairs because they heard the noise as well. Steve went downstairs to investigate. All of a sudden the girls run back upstairs and said there is a car flipped over in our yard. HOLY CRAP! I jump out of bed, Steve is trying to get dressed, the girls are scared, and I ran towards the kitchen door to see what in the world had happened. I immediately called 911 as Steve proceeded outside to find out if anyone is okay. At this point I should make those aware who have not been to our house that we have no street lights anywhere, so it was pitch black. The outside lights from our house didn't even help illuminate the yard. By this time, I'm outside reporting to the dispatcher what I see and Steve confirmed there is no one in the SUV. NO ONE IN THE SUV? As the reader, you may think, enough time had transpired for someone to flee the accident. No! All this happened in a matter of minutes and the driver just vanished. For all we knew, the driver was still somewhere in our yard, but we certainly wouldn't have known in the dark. The dispatcher said this was becoming increasingly common for drivers to run away. After seeing the SUV, I'm not even sure how the driver got out and was coherent enough to run anywhere. After getting off the phone with 911, I grab a flashlight and a bat. I wasn't sure what to do next. I was worried for Steve because he was still investigating the SUV in the dark by himself. I asked the girls to stay in the living and they wanted to know why I had a bat. I told them I was going to beat the crap out of the person who crashed their SUV into Steve's SUV and the yard. In a matter of minutes, police cars and fire engines arrived. Talk about trying to keep a low profile in my neighborhood! I overheard the cops talking and it seems the owner of the vehicle was discovered after a student I.D. was found near the site. I was then told a man was picked up about a quarter of a mile from the house who was apparently intoxicated and bloody. The man denied being the driver of the vehicle was taken to the local hospital. DUH! I don't care what the man denied. It was too much of a coincidence. There is a field with an embankment across the street from us. It appeared the driver lost control of the vehicle and flipped the SUV after hitting the embankment. There were no tire marks, just scuff marks where the roof was sliding on the road. It knocked the mailbox out of the ground and into our driveway and bumped into Steve's SUV just loosening his bumper and making a tiny dent above the back left light. It turns out, a woman reported the SUV stolen about 90 minutes before the accident occurred outside our house. She eventually arrived in a police car and took video of the scene and immediately left. At this point, I'm only assuming she was the owner. I will not have a copy of the police report until Tuesday since it's the weekend. It's a miracle Steve's SUV was not seriously mashed. If my car was parked on that side of the driveway, who knows what damage would have been sustained and I would have been one angry pregnant woman as I only have 4 more car payments to make. I do not feel remorse for the drunk who crashed the car. I hope his injuries are painful and evidence can be gathered to bring forward a conviction. Unforunately, none of us witnessed him driving since he abandoned the vehicle. He impacted the vehicle owner's life. Who knows what kind of economic struggle the owner was in and now must deal with a vehicle which more than likely will become totaled. This foolish drunk scared myself, Steve, and most importantly the girls half to death with his stupidity. What if this driver killed someone? I hope justice is served.