Remembering

I remember September 11th, 2001. I was a senoir in High School, in choir, when our principal come over the P.A. to announce that NYC had been attacked. I thought, "Oh, how sad!" and wondered what had happened. After choir I went to senior english (boooring class!) and sat in my usual seat next to my friend, Bryant. Our teacher was extremely laid back and turned the TV on for us so we could watch CNN and the coverage. So we sat and watched. I overheard some guys in the back of the class joking about how maybe they'd let us go home from school early because of what had happened. Jerks. Bryant and I were the only ones really paying attention, everyone else was goofing off having a good ole time, like it was a party or something. I saw the second plane hit the other tower and so did Bryant. We turned to each other and both said, "DId you just see.....? I think I saw...." We were in shock. Our next class we had together, and it was Economics. That teacher too was extremely laid back and let us watch TV all hour. So we watched some more. And then we stayed there during lunch and watched even more. It was so sad. It was also sad to see how most of my classmates reacted to it. Lots of joking. And yet somehow I was voted "Most Immature" in our class. Jerks. After lunch we went to different classes, and my teacher actually held class like normal. By that time there was no new coverage or anything. But I was pretty much in a daze all day. My dad came to pick me up from school like usual and we drove home, wondering how the world was going to change. Our first clue was when we drove by the gas station in town. It was PACKED OUT, people were lined up into the street to get gas. I asked my dad if we were going to go through another depression or something, or if the world was ending. He just shook his head and said, "We'll see." But everyone was panicking, it was crazy. We got home and turned the TV on to watch some more. A few days later dad was contacted by the FBI (I think). His name had come up in a list of people they were calling to come help with rescue/recovery. He was very qualified because he was a firefighter, and EMT and a Pastor, so he was good for everything, including counseling. So he packed up and left, picking up his friend Leo on the way. When he got home he had aged about ten years and had a lot of stories to share. I could see the sadness in his eyes and it really bothered me. He told me all about it, about the body sniffing dogs, and the smoke and the smell and the noise, and walking through a building that may collapse in order to get to a building where people were trapped. And about the "bucket brigade" lines of volunteers that would pass five gallon buckets of debris to try to get people to save them. They didn't save anyone. He found a torso, a leg and an elbow I believe. I still don't know how he did it. He's a hero.

I have a few pictures from when he was there, I'll post them tomorow.

Little Blob of a Baby

We went last week for an ultrasound to determine how far along I am. Turns out I was only at ten weeks, so here's a picture of my blob!

And because no one can tell what they're looking at:

The green circle is my uterus and the little blob is the baby. Cute, isn't it?

Here's a picture of what a baby at ten weeks looks like, to give you more of an idea. My baby is in pretty much the same position.

Counting My Blessings

Now that I'm pregnant for the second time, I find myself tired all the time, sick to my stomache alot, achy, irratable, crying for no reason, being mean to my wonderful hubby, not having any patience with my two year old, and a whole bunch of other wonderful things. Needless to say, I've been finding a million and one things to complain about. And complain is what I've been doing. And being mean. And wishing things were easier. Pregnancy really is a miserable experience if you let it be that way. But I don't want to be a miserable person anymore. I was just reading a friends blog, and all three of her daughters have now moved far away. She's a wonderful woman, full of love for Christ, her girls and her hubby. And anyone who needs her. While reading about her struggles I realized how stupid I've been acting. I have a wonderful husband, an amazing son (even though he's now acting like a two year old), a great family, great friends, and now this new little miracle thats growing inside of me. Not to mention a Saviour who loves me no matter how horrible I act. I really need to just shut up about how icky I feel. It doesn't matter how tired I am. I need to stop complaining. If I'm really tired and don't feel good, I can just Mitch (sometimes even Alex) or someone else if anyone's around, and they will help me and take care of me! I also realized today that I have the very best father in law a girl could ask for. He works nights, so he's exhausted most of the time, but every couple of days he takes Alex out either to a store or to his house. I know he loves spending time with him, but I also realized today that he does it to give me a break and let me rest. He is amazing, truly a gift from God. And I've been rude to him, because I was tired. *sigh* But reading my friends blog made me appreciate just what I have. So no more of the attitude. Yes, I'll still be tired and feel sick all the time. But I'm so blessed! Thank you friend, for reminding me of this. Your daughters are extremely blessed to have you for a mom, don't ever forget that, especially while you're apart!

To all my friends, family and anyone else who's done something for me or my family:
Thank you. I truly appreciate you.

Yup

I'm pregnant!!!

The Game Starts!

So here's the actually game we went to, not just walking around Detroit and the pre-game warm up, lol.

Lots of fun!
And the players take the ice!

It was a very good game, I took waaaay too many pictures.

During the Second Intermission we took pictures of ourselves. We were a little tired at that point...

Check out that wicked face paint!!!



We won!!!!! We won!!!

Red Wings Game!

On Tuesday May 19th my friend Kelly, my hubby and I went down to Detroit to see the Red Wings game! Round three, home game two of the play offs! We spent the whole day down there, walking around, eating at Hockeytown Cafe, and riding the people mover. We walked by Comerica Park (where the Detroit Tigers play), and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the giant Tigers they have there.

We got to the Joe Louis Arena very early (we were pretty excited) and we hung out outside the front doors and people-watched for a while. Always alot of fun!

SOOOOO much fun! We got inside and I took a couple of pictures with my two favorite players, Chris Osgood and Darren McCarty (I've loved them both for a long long time)

Mitch doesn't really understand my attraction to Darren McCarty, and I suppose judging from this picture I don't really get it either, you just have to see the man play!!! Mitch thought he was being funny... and he was.

Kelly and I got our faces painted and got some gigantic liqour filled drinks. The face painting was free and totally awsome, and the drinks were delicious!

After we got our drinks Kelly went up to our seats and Mitch and I headed down to the ice to watch the pre-game warm up, which was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my entire life I think. We stood behind the goal and had a ton of fun watching all the players.

It was amazing seeing the guys all goofing off together and laughing and teasing the crowd. Jiri Hudler kept shooting pucks at the glass where people were standing, not where we were, but around the corner. We did have a few stray pucks hit the glass right in front of my face! It was terrifying, but awesome!!! Make sure you turn the volume up on your computer. It was so loud and very exhillirating!

When Ty Conklin was in the net for a few minutes warming up, all the guys on the team went right up to the net they all started shooting at the same time. It was so funny! They were all laughing and teasing each other, and Conklin was throwing himself around trying to stop them all at once! He even fell a couple of times, it was really neat to watch them all act like that!