It's Always Sunny.....In Philadelphia

Do you watch this show? It's genius. Beyond genius. It's the one thing that Tom and I both truly love together....oh yeah...besides this kid. We have found passion for each other and for life because of this amazing 30 minutes of television each week. If you don't watch it, you are missing out. If you have watched it and hated it, you are no longer cool in my book. Is it offensive? Yes. Is it wrong? On so many levels. Why do we love it so much? Because we are sick individuals. I want to live at Paddy's and hang out with the Gang....I think me and Sweet Dee could be great friends. Anyway - if you don't watch it - it comes back on tonight, so watch it. You'll love it....

Nesting

I'm guessing that is what I am going through right now - and my husband thinks I'm crazy. Do you even know how many bags of crud I have thrown out of our house? I look like a mad woman. The house can't get clean enough - in fact I have a meeting with a housekeeper tonight to see if she can help me out. How do two people accumulate this much crap?! It's ridiculous. Why have I saved shopping bags from Neiman Marcus? Can someone please tell me why I need to save this before? My house is going to be very empty by the time I'm done with it. For real. Tom just needs to stay out of my way.....

Baby Marshall - 26 Weeks

Marshall is movin' and shakin' - already weighing 2 pounds, 4oz. The doctor said he'll probably be big in the end - Yikes! It's cool all you can see. You can even see him moving his mouth!

Sleep....Where are you?

I know you aren't supposed to get sleep after the baby comes, but what about before? Why have I stopped sleeping now? I need my beauty rest...these bags under my eyes are NOT attractive...no matter how much concealer I apply. Let's take out the snoring husband and dogs factor, add a kicking baby and just plain insomnia and you get me. I've done so good not drinking any caffeine at all and I am close to the breaking point. I find myself just staring at my computer screen at work, only to be snapped back to reality by a ping from an IM from Kathy. Even if this kid wasn't kicking, I've just stopped needing to sleep around 3am. Thank god for TBS and their random movies and Saved by the Bell reruns. They haven't let me down yet. Now it's back to staring at nothingness......

Hello Stretch Marks....

I hate you. I thought we had gotten along so well. 24 weeks had gone by and you hadn't bothered me yet. I thought we were friends. I guess we aren't. I will do everything in my power to kill you. It's a war you aren't going to win. Please go away before something bad happens to you.

I do....

This came across my desk again this morning and it makes me tear up everytime I read it, so I thought I would share it with you all this morning. This poem was written by one of my top fundraisers in the Ft. Worth area. She wrote it for a contest to support MS. She read this at a forum in August 2001 in Washington DC, one month before the 9-11 attacks. This couple is truly an inspiration everytime I see them.

I Do

Some people have said, "In sickness and in health"

And simply replied, "I do."

With the thought that the worse case scenario

Was probably some strain of flu.

It's been twenty-three years since I said that phrase

And filed it in the back of my mind,

Until MS reared its ugly head,

A disease so thoughtless and unkind.

Avid walker, tennis player, cross-stitcher,

All enjoyable, but now not in my day.

Other enjoyable hobbies to be found,

But few choices, few abilities, give up? No way!

My mate now labeled my "caregiver,"

My "chauffeur," my "nurse," and my "cane,"

My "therapist," my shoulder to cry on,

Dealing with my depression, sometimes in vain.

So when deciding to take the vow

Think what the words really mean.

Are you willing to love in the bad times

With the good sometimes sandwiched between?

Deep Thoughts...

So I'm not one to make a habit of getting on a political or religious soap box - Mostly because I feel that people who do this should be well informed and not blabber. I'll admit, I am not the most informed person when it comes to politics or religion. I know what I believe and what makes me spiritual person, and I think that's okay. Yesterday, though, I had an encounter that really got me thinking...so bare with me.

If we bash a man in his death, what kind of person does that make us? With the sad passing of Ted Kennedy, this really got me thinking. Now, I'm not saying that Ted Kennedy was a saint - I don't think anyone would disagree with me on that. But the man helped shape our nation - Important legislation that we have today was because of this man. Now, I think that is pretty cool to look at all of his accomplishments and what he has done for this country. And yes, the man made mistakes. Haven't we all? Raise your hand if you are perfect. Huh....no one raised their hand.

Yesterday, I received several emails and a million facebook posts from an unnamed individual about what a terrible person Ted Kennedy was. This person claims to be a great man of god and preaches the word of the bible in everything he does. So my question is here - what kind of Christian does that make you when you continue to judge a person in their death? I thought Jesus and God were about forgiveness. Didn't Jesus die for your sins? If Jesus and God can forgive, why can't you? I don't care if you approved or disapproved of Ted Kennedy, but don't tell the world via email and facebook that Jesus and God wouldn't approve of Ted Kennedy. Did Jesus or God call you up and tell you they didn't approve? I'm pretty sure they didn't. I thought Christianity was about loving one another, supporting each other, forgiveness and living a good moral life. Where is judgement in all of that? I think if you look at the bible, they only person that could even try to judge you would be God in your death. I guess I'm just confused. I thought that those that portray themselves as devout Christians were supposed to be loving, accepting and forgiving. Turns out, some of them aren't.

I'm not trying to create a debate or pass judgement myself (although it sounds like it, doesn't it?). I think I just want to know why even judge those in their passing? Their life is over - celebrate their accomplishments. You wouldn't want someone standing at your funeral telling everyone all the mistakes you made, would you?

I'll step down now.