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Jeremy called a while ago asking if I minded the girls calling Whitney mom when they were with them. Reason being their 18 month old was beginning to call Whitney, Whitney instead of mom. Well I thought there was no harm in that. If the girls are comfortable doing it I was okay with it. Today however was my breaking point. The girls have started to call her mom when they are with me. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! Sorry, but that hurts. My girls are all I have and if I'm not forgetting I pushed them out of ME. Sometimes I feel like I am over reacting. Am I? Should I be okay with them calling her mom around me knowing that they are old enough to know who their mom really is? Wow. Many tears were shed on this one today. I really don't know how to handle this.

An Assignment From My Father

Dad alway hears Karen and I talking about our blogs. He said he wants us to blog about how our life would've been without him as a father. Here it goes.
1. I would not be me. My father played an important part in the whole conception thing. Therefore, my eyes might have been blue, my ear without a lump and my nose not so unique.
2. My sense of humor would not exist.
3. No trips to Chincoteague would have happened. Not every child got to go to the beach every year growing up.
4. Shit on the shingles. Need I say more?
5. Who else had a "raviolli factory" come to life in their kitchen every once and awhile?
6. Add the jungle in there, too!
7. Not learning to use tools at the basement work bench on Lakeview Dr.
8. Not seeing how proud he was to see me graduate.
9. No awesome mashed potatoes at holidays.
10. No "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever."
11. No brownies WITH nuts. "It really is the only way they should be made".
12. No Wee Willy or Wobble Yack.
13. No flipping back rides on the bed that made us all laugh histerically.
14. No one to look like the devil and scare the shit out of us when we did something wrong. Maybe that's why I didn't get into too much trouble?
15. No Dallas, Dinesty or PM news.
16. No interesting family gatherings on Sunday afternoons.
17. No one to tell me to that moving back home was just a "stepping stone"'
Okay, this list could go on and on. I would not be who I am without my Dad. The world wouldn't be the same and God knows he is here for a reason. Love you Dad!

Rosa's Morning Bathroom Humor

Cora and I were standing in front of the bathroom mirror this morning brushing her hair. Rosalyn comes walking in singing a song. Cora asked, "What are you singing?" "Nothing" was Rosalyn's reply. "I heard words. What did you say?", asked Cora. Again, Rosalyn said, "Nothing."
Rosalyn then said, "You want to hear this song? It's called 'Nothing' too." She then proceeded to dance around in complete silence. "Did you hear it?", she asked us. "No", we both replied. "That's because it's called Nothing!"
Maybe you had to be there, but it sure made me laugh. We all started the day with a laugh. It was great!

Red Lion Halloween Parade

Seeing that I have a wonderful co-worker by the name of Kate and an awesome Office Manager by the name of Cheryl I was able to switch hours so I could take Cora and Rosalyn to the parade. The Red Lion parade is a "family tradition", as Cora stated before the parade last night. It was cold so I told the girls to dress like they were going out to play in the snow.They did and were still freezing before the parade started, but that is half the fun to loose feeling in toes and other body parts. At 6:30 pm we headed to the main drag in Red Lion to find that all the other "parade groupies" thought ahead and put blankets and chairs out about 2 hours before things started. We found a spot right on the corner (no comment Karen) of High St. and Broadway. It turned out to be a great seat! All the usual entries were there from Kay's Reflection's to the hot air balloon group that place the basket on a trailer and scorch at least one power line every year by shooting an enormous flame into the air. I saw an 80 year old women dressed as a flapper because her husband wanted to play Bonnie and Clyde. Right before the judges she climbed out of the car in her high heels and bright red flappers dress to WOW the judges. God, I hope she doesn't come down with pneumonia. Clyde would never be the same. As always we loved the guys on four wheelers doing their crazy tricks that were even crazier seeing that it was about 40 some degrees and raining. The best float was the Beverly Hill Billies. They had everything down to granny in a rocking chair on the back of their hill billy automobile. The girls always enjoy running around picking up candy. Kenny and I had to laugh seeing them dive and roll around on the wet street for a dum dum pop or a tootsie roll. They made out great when it comes to candy. There was an annoying girl beside us that kept screaming,"I want candy. Candy, candy, candy!" It got old quick and I was amazed her parents let her do it! It was great seeing the parade participants ignore her. After the "grand " ending of, no lie, about 15 emergency vehicles we headed home. The girls were hungry for popcorn chicken for bedtime snack and of course they had to have a piece of candy. I got them to bed around 10 pm and came down to watch some of the football game with Kenny before we went to bed. I stopped and picked up one of the candy buckets and was digging around for what might taste wonderful in my mouth when I came across something I never found in a Halloween candy basket. Can you guess. Ready? A nasty, soggy, smelly cigarette butt. Happy Halloween!!!

Cora's Track Meet

Cora had a track meet yesterday. She came in 2nd out of all the 4th grade girls. I believe she said it was 46 girls all together. She came running out of school yesterday with her little red ribbon held high above her head. I am so proud. Maybe we have so cross country meets on our agenda that we aren't aware...

Reid

Karen and Reid stopped by the house the other night to drop off a large bag of hand-me-down clothing and the popcorn order forms. Reid was walking up the stairs to play with the girls and he asked,"Aunt Wendy, Can I sing at your wedding?" I asked what he wanted to sing and this is what he sang. "Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride. Hi Ho the Dario, Here comes the bride." How cute!

My Big Sister

My older sister is the most wonderful, beautiful, generous, loving person I know! Love ya Karen! Thanks for making my life so perfect. Without you I would be nothing. As I quickly approach the age of 30 life seems so clear. I now realize you have always been right, and I have been horribly, terribly wrong. Thank you for your guidance. I wish I could be as wise as you!