tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75569642009-04-28T06:54:26.566-07:00Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. <i><u> Theodore Roosevelt</u></i>osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-30790267273508342192009-02-10T16:35:00.003-07:002009-02-10T16:46:14.502-07:00

"Aaaah" then "Haaaa" That aaaah is that squeaky sound when you inhale quickly as if in fear or surprise, the Haaaa the relief riddled exhale afterward.Imagine if you will two little boys, age 3 and 4 sitting at a computer working to solve a puzzle. They keep taking turns making the scared/relieved noises as they overcome each new obstacle in the game. They are a chorus of little squeakers. I

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-66857323781209391892009-01-30T15:50:00.002-07:002009-01-30T16:33:40.843-07:00

I am home. I kinda left everyone hanging with my before trip post. Rest assured, I made it home with all my fingers and toes. Frostbite did not claim me.My six days away were truly a gift from heaven. They were quiet. They were happy. And by the end, I got so I missed my kids and husband. It felt good to want to be with them again.I spent 6 days in Columbus, Ohio (with a day trip to Fort

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-27182535791795456582009-01-12T19:24:00.003-07:002009-01-12T19:31:49.482-07:00

I'm a bit at a loss. How do I only pack for one person? Not sure I know how. Before family vacations, I have lists upon lists reminding me what I need to be sure to pack for everyone.Two days before I leave, and I have nothing packed. I haven't even made sure my clothes are washed and ready. You'd think this would be easy, but it isn't. I always pack for me last when packing up the family.

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-35469925492122083942009-01-09T16:40:00.004-07:002009-01-09T17:33:46.849-07:00

I've been known to do crazy things now and then.Like the time when I was eight years-old...I ran away from home. See, I wasn't very good at keeping it a secret and my younger brother and sister discovered I was going. I didn't want them to tell on me, so naturally, I took them along. We wandered around the neighborhood until we ended up at a corner 7-11. It was really crazy as I look back on

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-66231349659905710452008-12-31T15:53:00.004-07:002008-12-31T15:58:32.393-07:00

Listening to my sweet 4 yr old Robert this afternoon:"Wah Wah Wah for walking" *singing*pause"Wah Wah Wah for walking" *singing*pause"Wah Wah Wah..."shorter pause"I Hate that song!"pause"Wah Wah Wah for walking" *singing*Oh the wonders of having a song you don't like stuck in your head. He's only recently started singing all the time. So, this likely is the very first time he's been faced with

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-68671114940382735362008-12-27T01:08:00.000-07:002008-12-27T01:10:27.446-07:00

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-69825876984947984702008-08-06T01:56:00.003-07:002008-08-06T02:05:06.306-07:00

Apparently I am more Snow White-like than I like to give myself credit for. And even tho I don't care for mornings I would have done well in the 1930's.79As a 1930s wife, I amVery SuperiorTake the test!I think maybe I should take it as the husband and see how I do.In other news: Yes I seem to be on a meme kick lately, but this one made me laugh when I saw it over at Taffi's One More Thing To Do

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-84400486999568487432008-07-30T03:55:00.003-07:002008-07-30T04:02:10.211-07:00

As a little girl, I loved Cinderella. Her rags to richest story complete with escape from tyranny appealed to me like no other fairy tale. In first grade, there was a book of the Disney film on the shelf. I would hurry through my school work, so that I would have free time to stare longingly at that book. Her beautiful dress, her grace, her magical fairy godmother and best of all her prince.I

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-63668102489706466692008-07-04T19:49:00.003-07:002008-07-04T20:00:03.277-07:00

Happy Independence Day!I IM'ed a friend in England today and said, Happy Big Loss Day! He didn't quite get it at first. Is my humor really that bad? Maybe you shouldn't answer that.Good News! My father-in-law woke up! After the neurologist said he'd likely never wake even. So, we went from planning funeral to trying to take care of him again. This is still very difficult and he is still in

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-29653132730973205082008-06-25T23:37:00.004-07:002008-06-25T23:57:23.671-07:00

Six and a half years ago, my father had a massive heart attack and died 48 hours later. I have talked in the past about that loss. It is a moment that never fades in my memory. It is a heartache that not only have I continued to work through but I have seen my children discuss and feel the loss of grandpa over they years.Now, my father-in-law, my children's other grandpa is dying. He has been

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-78802273706510734152008-06-19T19:17:00.004-07:002008-06-19T19:35:28.343-07:00

The other day as I was driving to pick my kids up from swim team practice I saw a man riding a motorcycle. You might think what what a smart man to cut his gasoline costs by riding a motorcycle. Only, he was riding it funny. It was the style of motorcycle one has to basically press their chest to in order to hold the grips to drive. Like this:only it was yellow...Anyway, this man was driving

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-80603835201053400612008-05-13T16:22:00.006-07:002008-05-13T16:36:12.711-07:00

Bullets already? But but I just started blogging again! Still some days, weeks, months, only provide enough focus for a list. So, here goes:My little boy is learning to read. He has learned phonic sounds and now loves to sound out words in order to determine how they are spelled. We run into problems when he wants to sound out a word with irregularities, such as a silent e. My life lately

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-78497061535421289852008-05-04T19:02:00.002-07:002008-05-04T19:29:40.746-07:00

Yesterday was a spring cleaning day. Only here in Phoenix that means something a bit different. There wasn't messes left from months of snow to clean up, no no, there was dead weeds to clear out and rocks to rake. And, most importantly, there is the pool to get ready! It's pool time! And I had put off preparing the pool for swimming. Yesterday, I got it ready. And at the end of the day, it

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-56486057644166692552008-01-28T15:55:00.000-07:002008-01-28T16:10:37.793-07:00

Growing up, I used to keep a journal. Only, I wasn't very good with it. I would write regularly for a space of time, weeks maybe even months. And then I'd forget to write for a time, months maybe even years. I would return to the journal and feel overwhelmed that there was so much I had missed writing about. So much that I felt I had to write and write to catch up some imaginary journal

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-14638967434853563342007-11-27T20:06:00.000-07:002007-11-27T20:38:22.278-07:00

Lately, I feel like I've lost myself.More so, I feel like I've been looking for myself and not finding what I expected. This blog is filled with post after post of me searching for the same thing. Me, trying to communicate some thought some idea as authentically me as possible. I stopped blogging recently. Not out of a conscious choice, but out of distraction with other things. That is how my

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-21831414313577734162007-10-29T22:28:00.000-07:002007-10-29T23:09:08.655-07:00

I've been away from blogland for sometime.Life sometimes seem to fly forward so quickly.So, to quickly catch up...Parent/Teacher conferences came and went...and were not so good. Lots of worries about school right now..Weather is changing very slowly. We are still wearing shorts and sandals most days. But it is too cold for the pool now. Halloween is coming! Kids went to a party last Friday

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-1821989689104471462007-10-02T11:28:00.001-07:002007-10-02T11:33:34.307-07:00

The Diamondbacks are in the playoffs. The first preseason Suns' game is on Saturday. I am in my own personal sports heaven right now. The only thing that could be better? Is if I had cable or satellite so I could actually watch all the games. Of course, who am I kidding? With my kids, that wouldn't happen anyway.I have a question for you. For you wonderful blogworld you. Do you have cable

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-91873926232640657842007-09-28T23:21:00.001-07:002007-09-29T00:03:07.330-07:00

Tonight my husband and I spent the evening painting pottery. This is becoming one of our regular date night activities, especially right now when movie selection is so dismal. We go to a place called "As You Wish" I'll share some pictures of what we have painted after we pick up things on Monday.Tonight a group of girl scouts were there with their parents. Ten, ten yr-olds with their gossiping

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-71459933690862654092007-09-21T09:44:00.000-07:002007-09-21T09:54:23.483-07:00

Happy Birthday to me.I'm now thirty-three.Want to give me a treat?An hour alone can't be beat!My kids made me breakfast this morning. A bowl of soggy cereal and two cans of diet Mountain Dew. Can't say they don't know their Momma (the dew, not the cereal). And they are the best things in my life.

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-29519884875869689422007-09-20T16:32:00.000-07:002007-09-20T16:43:18.801-07:00

Lately I've seen a rise in people, many from Arizona IP addresses searching for tips on how to care for their bougainvillea plants. I have written about my own bougainvillea in past posts but mostly just to complain about the plant. I thought since I am attracting this much attention for it, I should give a few tips on what I have done with my bougainvillea over the years. Gardening by

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-65230326769567022382007-09-18T12:42:00.000-07:002007-09-18T13:16:51.185-07:00

Yesterday, we had the final appraisal done on the house. This appraiser took a look at the improvements we've done and confirmed the value from the first one. It's all rather confusing. But with that said..the kitchen is done. (Well almost..but done enough..I've discovered it never really ends.)I thought I'd share some of the final pictures of my kitchen. My camera received the peanut butter

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-36683582685199238552007-08-31T23:06:00.000-07:002007-08-31T23:18:01.169-07:00

Tonight, I went to Barnes and Noble.This was a rare treat for me. After going out for dinner, my husband and I decided to walk around the open air mall instead of going to see the movie we'd planned on. We ended up spending an hour and half wandering around and exploring the book store. I don't go to book stores or even libraries all that often. It isn't because I dislike them. More likely, I

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-44791050474190467472007-08-30T09:18:00.000-07:002007-08-30T09:44:21.932-07:00

Let me just say, texurizing walls is very messy. Especially when the bucket gets knocked over three times. Let me just say, painting a house, alone, is exhausting. Especially without a paint sprayer. Let me just say, doing housework, let alone remodeling work while watching a three yr-old and a two yr-old is just plain crazy. Especially when those children are named Robert and Brandon.So,

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-5757330323860541052007-08-27T12:09:00.001-07:002007-08-27T12:18:53.930-07:00

Warning, the following is a happy, cute mom moment. Today, because well, I was feeling lazy and didn't want to fight thought my living room/kitchen for lunch, I took my boys to McDonald's for lunch. They, of course, got the shicken fresh fries. I think if I ever gave them JUST fries or JUST shicken they might freak, because one is so incomplete without the other. Robert my little three yr-old,

osheehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03455826519363554410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556964.post-9179213714272935452007-08-22T22:40:00.000-07:002007-08-22T23:03:04.258-07:00

Today I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry long and hard and get all the frustration to spill out of me with the tears. I didn't cry. I didn't even tear up. Instead, I sat and thought through the experience. The more I considered the different angles the less frustrated I was and eventually it faded enough that I was fine.We (my husband and I) have managed to lose our only remaining key to our

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