I'm pretty sure I need this

I don't know where I would put it but I am pretty sure I need it.

We Love Theo!

Yesterday my mom, Rodger, and I watched Theo and had a blast!

Theo really liked the cats.

Theo really really liked Rodger.

I am pretty sure he only thought of me as the girl who kept wiping his nose.

We were sad to see him leave. Come back soon Theo!

Friday Night Photo Session

Blurry I

Blurry II

Blurry III


Sexy Beast

I'm ready for Summer!

With all this warm weather I am just getting SO excited for summer.

I did a little online shopping last night and got some new summer gear.

2 new dresses from Old Navy-

And this bikini (on sale) from Victoria's Secret. I am not delusional and think that I will look like her in it but I really liked the color!

SUMMER, HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Mother's Day

to the most loving, caring, nuturing, selfless woman I know. You have tought me how to love and laugh at life. Thank you for always being an incredible mother and for making me the woman I am. I hope you had a very happy Mother's Day. And you might think that it will never happen but I promise you will be a grandma, and a great one I am sure.

I LOVE YOU!

I can't believe I am saying this....

but I think that Kobe may actually be back in my good graces.

Vickie will hate to read this. Rodger, on the other hand will love it.

I used to be a huge Kobe fan. Watching the Lakers win 3 championships in a row was awesome and I was infatuated with him. I even remember thinking, when he got engaged to his wife who is the same age as me, that it should have been me he was engaged too. (Albeit, I was like 17, but hey so was she). I loved his fro and dimples.

Then it happened- the summer of 2003 and the "event" in Denver. I defended him for awhile but then decided I could no longer be a fan. I mean at the very least he cheated on his wife. No longer did I wish to be her. It wasn't only this event (not that this isn't plenty reason not to like him) that made me lose good feelings towards him. I am not one of those people who can divide my feelings between him being a good athlete and a good person. I just can't think like that. When my co-worker once said "I don't care if OJ killed his wife, he's still the best football player ever" I couldn't handle it. So I couldn't appreciate Kobe as a player without thinking that he made some horrible personal decisions. Not only that but his whole persona changed. He became cocky and arrogant and I felt like he single handily ruined the Lakers. The truth is I just longed for these days.

When he accused Karl Malone of hitting on his wife and Shaq of always cheating oh his wife I thought it lacked dignity.

All of these things are still true, but for some reason I find myself drawn back into the "Kobe Kraze". I just can't help but like the guy. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that he seems like a good family man now and when I saw these pictures it melted me. Welcome back into my good graces Kobe. I know I shouldn't like you but I do. I can no longer deny it.

I am sorry Vickie, I am sorry women everywhere.

It never fails, I always laugh

Stars poem - Emily Bronte

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And with a full heart's thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought star followed star
Through boundless regions on,
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight
His fierce beams struck my brow:
The soul of Nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And steep in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again
Throb with my heart and me!

It would not do the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor,
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise
And give them leave to roam.

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!