I apologize at my seemingly long pause from blogging. I’ve been writing to most of you on a regular email basis and haven’t felt the need to post. However, today  something worth discussing with the public occurred. The death dice rolld a six.

You know how the cliche saying goes, “Bad things come in threes.”

1. David Carradine died

2. Ed Mcmahon died

3. Farah Facett died

Three. Good. No wait. Here we go again.

1. Michael Jackson died (damnit… he always was famous for stirring stuff up. Now the death cycle begins again.)

2. Billy Mays died. (WTF, NO WAY??!??)

and number three?

I waited for it. I checked the news in half hour intervals. It was coming, sneaking up on me….. Then it happened.  My precious darling died…..

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. I lost my beloved  Xbox 360.  The saddest pat was, I was right in the middle of watching my latest present to myself, “The Office Season 4.”

Will Jim ever  propose to Pam? Not till I get off my butt and find a real DVD player.  This chanin of events really has my feeling down.(I’m refering 95% to my Xbox, 4.5% to Billy Mays and .5% to Jacko. )

 Meanwhile, work is going well.  Derek’s schooling is going fantastically. It’s funny, back in highschool he was one of the worst students I knew. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have passed English or Government. Yet somehow, he’s making A’s in his classes.   College is good for the boy’s brain.

Hmmm….  I remember mom telling me  when I was a girl  that a boys’ brain was in his pants.  I wonder if that makes studying awkward?

For family who already has the website, there’s new pictures posted on the Photobucket site. If you need that site again, email me.  

If you fart before stepping off an elevator, does anybody smell it?
Yes. Yes we do. When you think nobody will know, they will inevitably  take the elevator after you get off, come up to the same floor you got off on and watch your smelly ass struggling with your luggage down the hallway.
STOP FARTING ON ELEVATORS.

While in conversation with my mother and grandmother the other day, I came across a startling realization:
Every time I pee on one of those little pregnancy sticks, I find out I’m pregnant. So THAT’S what’s been causing it! And all these years, mom’s been telling me that boys get you pregnant. Boy was she full of it….

Derek and I saw a minivan the other day that looked exactly like ours. Derek and I tried to tell ourselves we were cooler because we have XBox hookups and a DVD player, but the cold hard truth is- no matter how many gadgets you  have on the INSIDE, you still look lame on the OUTSIDE when you’re driving a minivan.

Today I was in a gas station in Dallas and walked into my very first unisex bathroom at a 7-11. I borrowed the key, opened the door and locked it behind me. There were several stalls, some marked “Men” and some marked “Women.” All of them were full of poop.(equal opportunity for all!) There were gang markings and toilet paper and urine everywhere. If all men’s bathrooms are like that, then ya’ll are disgusting.

I’m in Ft Worth on a training  trip. It’s only my first day and I’ve already taken three and a half pages of notes. (my head is slightly achey.)
I hope you’re all doing all right.  Sorry I’ve been so lousy at emailing for the last few days, I’ve been preparing and traveling this week.

Last weekend, I turned this:

Into this:

The Moonies came to help  us out and it turned out beautifully.

Derek starts school next week. The following weekend, I head to Dallas for a business trip. Daddy all by himself with three kids and school? I’m expecting to see large amounts of hair loss on his behalf when I return.

I got my own office at work and my own business cards! Hooray!
I was so darn excited and everyone was telling me how lame my excitement was. So I told my mom. She thinks I’m cool. She got excited for me. She put my card on her fridge. Shut up all yall.

Interesting:
Russian newspaper claims America is heading towards Marxism: http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/columnists/107459-0/

Here’s what happened in our little corner of heaven yesterday:
http://www.gosanangelo.com/news/2009/may/20/test/
http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,520910,00.html
We made national news when our re-elected mayor skipped his swearing of oath into office because he was in Mexico. He decided to come out of the closet and told everyone he needed to be in Mexico trying to help his lover come into the states legally.
Ever smacked yourself on the forehead and asked “Why the HELL is this news???” And not just news… NATIONAL news.

One of the comments posted on the story (before they became flooded and took down the comments section) was that per capita San Angelo has the second highest gay population next to Austin. Our new city slogan is, “Welcome to San Angelo, Second gayest city in TX!”

So now San Angelo is associated with two things according to Fox News:

1. Gay Mayors who resign to be with their illegal lovers
2. FLDS ranch polygamy raid

They forget to mention we’ve also got the dirtiest lake water in the 50 states. Don’t open your eyes underwater, you’ll get an STD.

My hair was cut on Saturday for Locks of Love. I’d gotten several compliments from friends and coworkers. My favorite one of all was, “It doesn’t look as hideous as I thought it would.” Umm… That’s… good?
 
This is the “before” shot, taken on Friday. (see “after shots” below) We went to an Awards Banquet for my work and got to get all fancied up.  I was so proud to have my beloved next to me so all of my coworkers could see the love of my life. Ha. My sweet trophy husband. 
On Sunday, aka Mother’s Day, we took our first trip to the beach with the kids.  When I say beach, I mean the 30 feet of sand that stretches before the world’s dirtiest lake.

Can  you see the bottom of that lake? Neither could we. Meanwhile, the kids looked adorable in their little floaties.

After the beach, we came home where Aidan, Caitlyn and Derek made my  cake.  Aidan helped me to put it  on.
 
See all that cake batter on him? How often does a recipe include, “First strip down to your skivvies. Then proceed with caution. Add two eggs. Wipe hands on mom. Rub spatula across face.  Add  vegetable oil.  Take fistful of chocolate and apply liberally to hair. Bake at 350.”

I guess that’s the kind of directions you’d expect from an offbrand cake.

This weekend: Eryn’s scheduled to get her ears pierced  and shed that monkey-like facial quality she has. (See, derek doesn’t think she looks like him. He’s so wrong.)

Derek’s starting school in two weeks and one of my fantastic sisters is going to be watching the kids while he’s in class. It’s so great to see him getting so excited about school. Eight years ago, I could barely wake him during English. Now he’s raring to go. I swear  he’d better pay closer attention this time.  Classes are TOO COSTLY to nap through.

Saturday is Caity’s birthday. We’ll hopefully be taking her to Fiesta Del Concho  (A party for kids along the river, put on by local businesses) and then her birthday party will be Sunday afternoon. (it’s scheduled to rain. Fan-friggin-tastic.)

Work is going fantastically and I’m still loving every minute of it.
More pictures to come and God bless you all.

3 pages.. I had JUST typed three pages. Before I could hit submit, Aidan hit “POWER” on the computer.
SUCK.
As a recap:
I was in the paper yesterday for my job. My mom clipped the article and sent it to every man, woman and child we’ve ever breathed in close proximity to. How’s my job going? Well, I was advised by someone very important not to talk about *what* I do anymore. But I *can* tell you that I am SO happy. I absolutely love my job. Every morning, I get ready for work with a smile on my face, anxious to get back to my desk and pick up where I left off the day before. I’ve  been there for almost 7 months now and I’m counting down the days until I’ve been there for 20 years. Am I lamely in love with my job? Yes. But I’ve always been lame so this is nothing new and should not come as a surprise to you.

Next Saturday will be eventful.
1. STAR TREK, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. I’m cutting off my hair. Almost all of it. I’ve been growing it out for the Locks of Love foundation, and it’s finally long enough to make a 12 inch donation. If you’re not familiar with Locks of Love, they make wigs for kids with cancer and diseases that keep them from having hair.  I’ll post before and after pictures.
Meanwhile, Derek is terribly distraught. He loves long hair and tells me I look like a boy when it’s short.  In fact, he’s growing his own hair out, possibly as long as his shoulders. So I’ll be the butch and he’ll be the…. the… Well, we’ll just call him a 1990′s Michael Bolton look alike. I do love the Bolton.

In other news, I”M STILL NOT PREGNANT! WOOT! To some of you who are new to my page, you’ll wonder why the heck I’m screamingly excited about this. Let me put it in perspective: I’ve been married almost four years and have had three kids. 41 months of marriage divided by 27 months of pregnancy.
 IF drunks get little coins for staying dry, one day at a time- I think I deserve a coin too.  It’s been almost two months, that’s a struggle for me. My poor body is so confused as to why there’s not another life in my womb yet. I noticed my belly attempting to absorb my son as he sat on my lap the other day. Pregnancy by osmosis.

Mark your calendars: On Sunday May 17th at 1pm, we’re having a birthday party for Caitlyn. There’ll be sprinklers for the kids, BBQ for all and MUCH MUCH MORE!! (Did I sound like an infomercial? I was trying to.) If you’re reading this, you’re invited to attend. It’s been a year since our last XICS (Xanga Ice Cream Social) so maybe we’ll have another Xanga reunion.
 Just how dedicated are you to your blogging society? BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!

God gave me His eyes for just a minute.

I see all the people around me and myself  the way He sees us.

It sparked a revolution in my heart.

It made me want to be as you desire me to be, Lord.

You’ve already started this accomplishment.

Please Lord, Don’t let it stop there

Continue to change me.

It hurts to let go of these chains

It hurts me Lord, but let it be.

I want that pain to continue

Because when sin leaves me, the weight is gone

And my heart can be lifted to you.

It hurts me Lord, but let it be.

I’m trying so hard to become a better person. 

It’s so easy to let myself fall downhill,

The climb back up to the point of Grace is more than a trial

It’s a constant struggle and it hurts.

It hurts me Lord, but let it be.

Heart Health and Happiness 

Last week, we had a doctor’s appointment for Eryn’s heart. They’d heard a murmur and sent us to a pediatric cardiologist. After a few tense hours of biting my fingernails down to the quick, she turned out healthy. Since her body is producing blood more profusely (she no longer has my body producing for her) and her arteries are growing, the blood is flowing faster and thus, becoming louder.  So the only culprit here is really loud blood. I have never been so thankful to have a loud daughter.

This week however, is Derek’s doctor’s appointment. His blood pressure is still relatively high for our age. Since we’re no longer military, we have no life insurance policies. Therefore I told him we’re going to take much better care of his heart because I can’t afford to lose him. WHAT? Don’t give me that look. The boy was worth a quarter of a million dollars if he passed in the military! Okay, Okay.. you guys know me better than that, I wouldn’t lose him for ANY dollar amount.

The point is, I love my spouse and it’s time to start taking better care of ourselves. Life is too short as it is and I don’t want to die an old cougar.

So keep your prayers with us for health. We survived the tornados from last week, I’d hate for something else to separate us. By the way, I’m sorry Aunt Syndi. I didn’t mean to scare you. The tornadoes were in Eldorado which is about an hour from here. (Unless you drive like Tio Bobby.) Either way, I was awake for hours staring out the windows that night. Every time the lightening flashed, I scanned the skies for funnel clouds. I’ve obviously been away from Texas too long to be worrying so much about these silly storms. All the seasoned Texans laughed at me and repeated the old mantra, “If a tornado is coming to your house, it doesn’t matter how far in advance you know about it or what room in the house you’re holed up in.  Eat a bon bon and kiss your butt goodbye.”

Love to you all.

The wind is blowing and the sky is roaring. A tornado is coming tonight.
Sounds like a creepy, overly dramatic into, right? Well, at least you got your thrill for the day. Meanwhile, it’s the truth. We’re scheduled to have  tornadoes after midnight tonight. So guess who won’t be sleeping?

Meanwhile, I’d recently found out about the world’s greatest radio station: Air 1
Turns out one of my associates is helping to organize a GIANT Christian concert which is playing all the big bands that they play on Air 1. http://uniteandconquersa.org/   I’m so friggin excited and it’s not even happening until September. So all my Christian xanga friends, come rock with me. You have 5 months until the big day, so start walking. (Family in Connecticut: this means YOU.)

I’m going to turn off the  computer now due to adverse weather conditions.
Miss me!

Dear Editors, (Debbie and God)

I’d like to thank you for the fantastic work you’ve done. Yesterday was my husband’s birthday and in only 27 years, he’s one of the most unselfish and wonderful men I’ve ever met. He’s one of the least appreciated men and yet one of the most deserving.

  When he gets birthday and Christmas  gift cards to stores, he typically spends them on the family and not on himself. 

On Saturday, we drove around and decided to test drive the Grand Caravan we’ve been eyeballing for almost two years. We’ve been waiting to pay off his beloved truck and were going to trade in my car. He loves that truck almost as much as he loves our kids. It’s gotten us through many trips cross country and even saved us from an almost certain death after being crushed by two 18-wheelers in a blizzard last year.  Even with his emotional attachment to the truck, he put his own feelings aside for the good of the family and traded in his truck. We now own one of the toughest looking “soccer mom-mobiles” ever invented. (Here’s a pic of a similar looking one. http://dealerrevs.com/gallery/3533942.html )

Not only that,  he gets up almost every night with the newborn so I won’t be overtired when I go to work. He tries his darndest to keep the house clean all day- which isn’t easy to do with my kids around…..  He remembers to tell me every day how beautiful he thinks I am, even though I don’t believe him.  He cooks dinner and allows me to rant about my day when I come home at night. He sacrifices time from the things he enjoys(Warcraft) to sit next to me on the couch when I need him.

I don’t give him enough credit. I snap at him, I get hormonal on him, I ask him to do more than he can handle and I constantly complain that I wish he’d do more. But he thinks that I’m worth it, through all of my faults and he sticks around.

Debbie, you raised one hell of a good guy.

God, I couldn’t have dreamt up a better choice for a soul mate.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a husband and more. Thanks, you two, for all you’ve done for me.