I Think I Was Given Bad Shrooms, Man!!

You know, it's bad enough that Dominos Pizza has now given my husband the WRONG pizza (we use Delivery Service) twice out of the last five of our orders. He ALWAYS gets the Meatza (where it is ALL meat, not a speck of veggie on it because he's a typical man and just rolls like that).

When Dominos last messed up before this, they gave him the one with BOTH meat AND veggies. I specifically said (seeing as I had a brain fart and couldn't remember the actual pizza's name) ALL MEAT, not with ANY veggies. I trusted the girl on the other end of the line to KNOW what I was talking about, seeing as she IS an employee and all.

Last night we went ahead and ordered pizza, seeing as my plans to make a spaghetti dinner were kind of ruined.

See, I have not one, but TWO big refrigerators in my kitchen as I type this. One is the pretty new (but barely used) one that we set up last night. This one has a WORKING water/ice dispenser. But Scott had to clean it really well with Bleach Spray. That alone sent me to tears and in to burning breathing...Even with windows OPEN.

The other of course, is the old one that also too needs to be cleaned. Scotty wants me to clean it BEFORE he moves it. Riiiight!!! I can barely get around in that tiny kitchen with those two giant fridges up in there. I'll wait until he and his brother MOVE IT out of my way, even though it means lots of trips up and down the basement stairs.

And I have totally gotten off track..Back to the bad mushroom pizza and the screw up. (=

The kids got their pizza and started munching right away. As did I with my green peeper, onion and (apparently Psychedelic) mushroom pizza. Poor Scott got a Pineapple and Bacon pizza. And the box (after looking at it) said the CORRECT pizza with chicken and bacon added. But the WRONG pizza was in it. Niiiice.

Poor quality, but this as close to "Psychedelic" as I can get to, let alone WANT TO get to...



My poor husband had to wait yet an extra thirty-five minutes to get his CORRECT pizza and chow down.

We got to keep the Bacon and Pineapple pizza, so I took a piece and tried it. Pretty good, actually!

At first all was fine and dandy for me, sleep wise. But then about an hour or two of being in bed, my youngest comes in in semi-tears and said she had a bad dream and asked if she could sleep with us. So, I became "monkey in the middle", squished between her and her Daddy.

Sometime after that, began the uber scary dreams of zombies, gross and gruesome violence that ensued from being chased by the undead creatures, and other manic and weird dreams.

I think this one best describes the look on my face in the vivid dreams of being chased..



Here's to a much better, zombie-less filled tonight. I'm done with being chased thanks to mushrooms that give me more than a kick.

Since You Left

Since the time you left, we still wonder what could have been

We wonder who you would take after, who you would more like be within

The years stroll by with barely a care

But in that time, within our hearts, you are still there

We miss you, we love you

Not too far off may you be

But deep down it seems that its eternity before we once again meet

So until that day, you stay safe and warm

For within Grandma's arms are you adorned

She has you for now until the day that we will finally meet face-to-face

Daddy and I had so many plans

But for now we just hold your heart in our hands

May you have joy this Christmas Season with the Savior that we celebrate

One day soon my dear, we too will meet you at the Pearly Gates

Then forever more, we shall rejoice together, with our Lord

*Dedicated to Michael Gregory C....May you be resting and playing with the other Angel Babies this Christmas Season*

Dreams DO come true! See why I know that they do.

Your dreams CAN come true! No matter what they are. Big or small. Realistic or not.

Since I was a child, my parents, myself, and others were told that I would NEVER have biological children of my own. It would come down to adopting for me. Two things were stacked against me.

One, my birth defects and ongoing affects from said problems. My body, especially the lungs would never have been able to withstand the affects pregnancy has on a body.

Two, my Ovarian Cystitis that has plauged me since teenhood. My ovaries, primarily the left, have been so ravaged and scarred, I would have been lucky to get pregnant, let alone carry to term.

With the thought of life without having children of my own, and coming to terms with those facts, I had gotten married to my first husband, who knew the odds.

Not quite a year in to the marrriage, I was pregnant. But I had an Ectopic within my ovary. So, we had to abort. It was an extremely depressing time for me.

But, an exact year later, the impossible became MY possible. I had carried and delievered a HEALTHY baby girl, who I named Hayley.

Sadly, my now ex husband and I seperated when Hayley was shy of five months old. I wasn't about to let her see the abuse that was then occuring in my home. And I met and fell in love with my current husband by then.

Before Scott and I married, we had Bryce, who is now eight years old. Both he and his big sister were able to take part in our wedding when Bryce was almost two years old.

Tragedy struck again in 2003 when I was pregnant with my third child (Scott's second), when we lost our son (I knew it was a boy in my heart) that we named Michael in the 16th week of pregnancy. Again, I was so devasted, that I crawled in to a deep hole and burried myself deeply within my grief.

But once again, the stars were written in my favor and we found out in 2004 that once again we were expecting. And this time, we gave birth (more like *I* did) to a beautiful, lively, and healthy baby girl we named Skyler.

See? this alone proves that DREAMS, no matter how big or small, realistic or not, can and DO come true! They did for me. Not once. Not twice. But three times over.

So, hold tight to YOUR dreams. Make them come true. Don't rush it though. Dreams have a way of finding their perfect timing to fulfill themselves.