Top Ten Crimes of 2009

I am way out of the loop, this is the first I had heard of any of these...of course, my only exposure to world news is facebook, The Mirror, The Post-Telegraph, & Kevin's Yahoo homepage...

Top Ten Crimes 2009
The story of Jaycee Dugard raised disturbing questions about both Stockholm syndrome and California's parole system, but it also rekindled hope that other long-missing children may be found alive. Dugard was 11 years old when she was abducted as she was walking to her school bus in South Lake Tahoe, Calif. When she was finally found 18 years later, in Antioch, Calif., she was the mother of two girls, the first born to her when she was 14, the second when she was 18. Dugard had been living with Phillip Garrido, a registered sex offender who had somehow gotten his parole status terminated in 1999, eight years after he allegedly kidnapped the girl. Garrido and his wife Nancy, who kept Dugard and her children in a makeshift hut in their backyard, face charges of kidnapping, false imprisonment and rape. They pleaded not guilty. Dugard, who kept her silence, readjusted to her new existence with her mother and half sister. Her children apparently were doing well in their first days in school.

If the charges against him are proved, Anthony Sowell is the perpetrator of one of the most gruesome series of crimes in recent history. A convicted rapist, Sowell was arrested after police came to his duplex apartment in Cleveland to check on a woman's allegation that he had sexually assaulted her and nearly choked her to death. He wasn't home, but the cops quickly smelled that something was wrong in the house. They found two decomposing bodies in his living room and four more bodies in a shallow grave in the basement and in crawl spaces. The backyard was dug up to discover the remains of four more bodies, and a human skull was found in a bucket, bringing the total to 11. Neighbors said Sowell used to stink so badly that their eyes would water when he approached but that no one investigated his house, despite the terrible odors emanating from it. The former Marine pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity to five counts of aggravated murder.

Friends were quick to come to the defense of Philip Markoff, 22, a burly, baby-faced Boston University medical student who was arrested for the killing of a masseuse. "He could not hurt a fly," his fiancée, Megan McAllister, initially said. "All I have to say is, Philip is a beautiful person, inside and out." But it was an ugly crime. Julissa Brisman, who advertised her services on Craigslist, apparently struggled with her killer in a room at an expensive Boston hotel. She was struck on the head and then shot three times, once in the heart. Markoff was also accused of robbing another woman, who also advertised on Craigslist. She accused Markoff, reportedly a compulsive gambler, of stealing $600 from her. Police found a gun and duct tape at the second-year medical student's Quincy, Mass., home. Markoff's attorney said his client was not guilty of murder, robbery and kidnapping charges.

For Muslims around the world, this was the crime of the century. On July 1, Marwa el-Sherbini, 31 — a devout Egyptian-born pharmacist — appeared in a court in Dresden, Germany, to testify against Alex Wien, an unemployed Russian émigré who was appealing an earlier conviction of defaming el-Sherbini by calling her an "Islamist" and a "terrorist" on a playground. Prosecutors said that after el-Sherbini's testimony, Wien lunged at her with a 7-in. kitchen knife he had smuggled into court and stabbed her at least 16 times. Her husband Elwy Okaz, 32, was also repeatedly stabbed before being shot by a police officer who mistook him for el-Sherbini's attacker. He survived. El-Sherbini, who was three months pregnant at the time, bled to death in front of the couple's 3-year-old son. Wien was tried in the same courtroom where el-Sherbini was killed. He was found guilty and sentenced to life in prison. El-Sherbini's husband filed lawsuits against the judge and regional court overseeing the original trial.

William Sparkman's body was found on Sept. 12 near a small family cemetery in a remote patch of the Daniel Boone National Forest in Clay County, Kentucky, about 18 miles south of the county seat of Manchester. The alleged details of the death of the U.S. Census Bureau worker were chilling: he was reported to have been found hanging from a tree, with the word "Fed" scrawled on his chest. That description rippled through the national consciousness more than other crimes from rural, tucked-away corners might have, coming at a time when conservative media, tea parties and white-hot town-hall meetings were fanning anti-government sentiment. But no one was ever arrested. And in November, local authorities declared that it was a suicide staged to look like a lynching, perhaps in order to qualify the lymphoma survivor's heirs for insurance payouts totaling $600,000.

As the country's best-known provider of late-term abortions, Dr. George Tiller was not unused to being attacked, both verbally and physically. His clinic was bombed in 1986. In 1993 he was shot in both arms. He received death threats regularly, wore body armor and traveled with a guard dog. But on May 31, while serving as an usher at his Lutheran church in Wichita, Kans., Tiller was shot in the head and killed, allegedly by Scott Roeder, an anti-abortion activist. After the murder, both sides of the abortion debate braced for battle. Supporters called Tiller a martyr; critics called him a murderer. Both groups deplored his killing: abortion-rights activists warned that it could signal a fresh wave of clinic violence; abortion opponents warned that it would lead to the demonizing of their movement. Roeder has pleaded not guilty and will not change that plea even though he reportedly told the Los Angeles Times that he did kill Tiller.

Maurice Clemmons was 16 when he was sentenced to, among other things, two 30-year terms in prison for burglary and a violent, armed purse-snatching in Little Rock, Ark. But in May 2000, after 11 years behind bars, he wrote an impassioned letter to then Arkansas governor Mike Huckabee, an ordained pastor. "I have never done anything good for God," Clemmons wrote, asking for clemency. "Now, I'm humbly appealing to you for a brand new start." Huckabee commuted the sentence, and Clemmons got out on parole. But Clemmons never went on to do anything good for God. Instead, he almost immediately violated his parole and returned to jail. In and out of prison on various degrees of parole and clemency, he lived a life of crime. He moved west to Seattle, where he had grown up, to try to start a lawn-care business. But in May, he began acting and speaking erratically, telling people he could fly and that his role as the Messiah would be acknowledged by President Obama. He attacked his neighbors. He sexually assaulted two young girls. Arrested in July, he posted $40,000 bail on Nov. 23. Then, on the morning of Nov. 29, he walked into a suburban Tacoma coffee shop and shot four police officers while they were working on their laptop computers. An intense two-day manhunt ended with Clemmons' being shot to death in the early hours of Dec. 1. But his life raised many questions about the management of the country's criminal underclass — issues that will reverberate for a long time.

At first, many thought she was another runaway bride, but Annie Le's disappearance turned out to be a horrible tragedy. After being reported missing for days, the 24-year-old Yale pharmacology graduate student was found dead in a research lab on Sept. 13 — the day she was supposed to be married. Almost immediately, suspicion centered around Raymond Clark, 24, a technician with access to Le's lab who had reportedly entered the building as many as 10 times the day she disappeared and bore suspicious wounds on his chest, arms and back. Clark was arrested on Sept. 17 and charged with murder. He has not entered a plea.

The details of the murder of the wealthy Pensacola, Fla., couple that had adopted many disabled children were so shocking, they recalled Truman Capote's In Cold Blood: after their home was invaded by men in black ninja-style clothing, Byrd Billings, 66, was shot three times in the head and once in the leg, and his wife, 43, was shot twice in the head and twice in the chest — all in front of their nine young children. (In all, the Billingses had 17 kids, 13 of them adopted and most with disabilities like Down Syndrome.) The alleged killer was Leonard Patrick Gonzalez Jr., a failed karate instructor, who the local sheriff said may have been part of a conspiracy to get rid of Byrd Billings, who ran a loan company. Six other men were also charged with capital murder. Like Gonzalez, they pleaded not guilty. Investigators said Gonzalez's accomplices fingered him as the sole gunman.

In Andean popular legend, the Pishtaco is a vampire-like figure who attacks wayfarers and slices off their fat, a terrifying fate in a culture that traditionally celebrates rotundity. The Pishtacos became 21st century news when Peruvian police arrested a gang of men who allegedly murdered people for their fat, supposedly selling the substance to European perfumeries. While police displayed evidence of the gang's alleged subcutaneous devilry, international perfume makers were skeptical because the market for the material is small. Most humans who use fat for cosmetic reasons — as an anti-wrinkle treatment — use their own. By the end of November, local journalists began questioning the official account, alleging that it may have been a way to distract public attention from more-sinister crimes, including the existence of police death squads in other parts of the country. On Dec. 1, the head of the national police who announced the existence of the fat-stealing gang was put on administrative leave.



took yesterday off to go to NCMC Holiday Hoops Mercer game...boys &girls won. KJ finally got off the bench towards the end. we stayed & watched the girls too, then had a late lunch at Applebee's, went to Walmart & spent entirely too long at the Verizon store getting KJ's new phone. got home too late for him to meet friends at the movies. watched Christmas Vacation & Vacation.
snowing again today. chili for supper. watched Vegas Vacation. if only I could find European Vacation...



after work ran into Grammy's Groceries for necessities...milk, chocolate milk, & bread. magically transformed the leftover mashed potatoes into...wait for it...wait for it...potato salad! got the Xmas tree took down & lugged back into garage. actually drug out sewing machine & made 1 1/2 denim potholders. thinking I will actually finish other potholder tomorrow after Kj's Holiday Hoops game at NCMC & maybe get back to work on Katie's denim quilt. it is sooooooo close to done.
I bought a trailer house for $5000 coins on YoVille...at least I own a house in cyber space...now it's time for jammies & Coraline.

a one a.m. phonecall...

when I rolled over & looked at the clock..my first thought was damn Johnson Controls (work). my 2nd was Doug & Kevin were stranded. but caller id told me it was Davis City Iowa, which means Mackenzie, which was just Katie wanting to come home a bit early from her sleepover. I put on my sweats over my jammies, the roads weren't bad, & by 1:30ish I was back in bed while Katie got herself ready for bed.


all alone....

while I was at work Katie went to Mackenzie's, where she ended up spending the nite. kevin went to work...Kj was summoned to the square, and it was just me, Johnny Depp and a huge mug of iced Pepsi...

from deb's reading....

...she was sitting on the fence between youth and old age. The time had come for her to put aside regrets and 'what ifs' and accept life as it is and will be...to make the best of each day.

...his steps showed everyone of the forty five years he'd been on this earth. The lines on his face were etched with a thousand aches and pains.

living with her took patience. she was outspoken and headstrong. he loved her despite her opinionated ways.

just insert "deb" & "kevin" into the appropriate spots...


here comes Santa Claus

when I was a kid, I remember wanting the Junior Girl Scout doll from the GS catalog, a giant stuffed Pink Panther at Trenton, & The Sunshine Family for Xmas. my kids have asked for various toys, movies, cds, clothes, games, & book series over the years. this year Katie wanted WiiCheer2 & Bratz dolls. KJ wanted the new Smackdown vs. Raw game. Kevin got a new Chiefs hoody & deb got a bag full of dvds.

when I was a kid, we opened our gifts on xmas eve, after milking & supper, because we had to milk early & head to Grandma Grace & Grandpa Vermals in Trenton xmas a.m. for mom's family xmas.

we saw Santa at church xmas programs at Half Rock. he'd bring every kid a gift & we'd have gift exchanges.

my kids have participated in church xmas programs sporadically over the years. right now we dont' attend church much.

santa always left the Axsom kids a thank you note for his fudge & coffee.
I didn't even put out Santa snacks this year,,,,the last few times we did, KJ ate them. KAtie requested I put the stockings out this year & she stuffed them. koren couldn't wait to tell kj that santa wasn't real, he couldn't wait to tell katie, & katie has no one to tell until she becomes an aunt!

back when we lived away, had to plan our little xmas with our kids around visits back home to family & our service industry jobs...so we opened our gifts anywhere from Dec. 21 on when we had a few minutes. spending holidays back homemeant spending the nite at my father in laws, so had to pack clothes, diaper bags, blankies, huggies, plus the Santa snack & stocking stuff. what a royal pain in the keester. now that we're back home we mainly stick to ourselves, inviting my parents over for supper when we're in the mood, but mainly hanging close to home for our holidays.

this was the first christmas koren couldn't come home...had an ice storm, & blowing blizzard conditions, so her & cody spent their first married xmas home with Lola & Watson in their cozy duplex. I bet they had a blast! I miss her, but I'm glad they got to have a low key day with the 2 of them, no long car rides, luggage, etc.

korens first xmas we were poor as church mice, we went to the new bethany walmart to get her a gift. he wanted the pink teddy bear with the ice cream cone that played music. i wanted the elephant with the huge rainbow ears. we couldn't afford both. he wiggled the toys in front of baby koren, she picked the bear. we went thru hardee's drivethru on the way home & split an order of fries with our change.

kj got a power ranger saba sword when he was 2. i'd forgotten the batteries, so drove around albany & found a gas station open & paid a fortune for batteries. he was SO happy!

when katie was still small enough I rocked her to sleep (& why I did this with 3 kids & never learned my lesson I still don't know!) she went to bed waaay early so I put out the santa stuff. she woke up about bedtime & was craning her neck to see why I wouldn't let her look over by the stockings. kj of course knew why...

I used to pose the kids by the tree before the school xmas concert...& make them listen to xmas stories...I made koren read them katie's first xmas while I took pics of them...I made it a point to watch every xmas special....this year can't even find the classic cartoons dvd set I bought a few years ago ...or the vhs OR dvd of my fave xmas movie National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. we did make cookies for the Girl Scout Xmas party, but that was our holiday baking, with the exception of pumpkin pies for thanksgiving & xmas. koren made xmas candy, but it is at her house.

over the years we have cut different holiday deals in the barn, I was supposed to have the morning off this year, got a call at 6:53 from the guy who was supposed to do a.m. shift, he was stuck in a snowdrift, so I got kevin up, he cleaned ice off the truck, & I went to work, where we found the office door frozen shut so kevin had to break in thru the barn while I walked risers 45 minutes late. also had a frozen broken water line in hallway & the boar kept opening gates while I was breeding. kevin had xmas eve off but had to go back tonite.

so, merry freaking christmas to us. and may god bless us everyone!


what an eleven year old girl can do

11-Year-Old Girl Raising Money To Build Orphanages

Comments (0)KANSAS CITY, Mo. -- One trip to Haiti -- witnessing extreme poverty and meeting children living on the streets -- moved an 11-year-old girl to use her musical talent and her loving heart to change the lives of children thousands of miles away.

The children of Haiti inspired Anna Lipscomb to do something unbelievable.

"I wasn't imagining that these kids would have to live in small huts -- no parents, living on the streets taking care of each other," Anna said.

One boy's story, in particular, haunted Anna.

"When the hurricanes were going on, he actually watched his parents being washed away," Anna said. "He gets emotional (while telling his story). It made me sad."

Anna's song and the pictures of her trip to Haiti evolved into a CD and music video.

"One night, I felt inspired to write a song and God just gave me the words. I wrote them down and eventually it became a song," Anna said.

"She spent more than a year working on it, sacrificed play times with her friends, sacrificed in many ways," said Anna's father, Tom.

Anna's dreams to build one orphanage grew bigger so children living on the streets will find solace in an orphanage.

"I want to build as many orphanages in Haiti as I can," Anna said.

"I'm thrilled with her heart. I'm thrilled with who my little girl is becoming," Tom Lipscomb said. "It's pretty special."

So far, Anna has raised $8,000 in CD sales and donations.


the Squeakquel

was awesome! also had Pizza Hut buffett, found Kate an adorable coat at Pamida, & donated $5 to a Salvation Army bellringer. thick thick fog coming home.



brave katie went to school to face the music, her & kay kay are still friends, all a misunderstanding. it's not easy being a kid....
I wish grownups got Xmas break....this is the first elementary xmas party I has missed since Katie started school...well, I missed last year, but I had the day off & it ended up being a snow day...but my manager took xmas week off someone bless her so I just can't go. and katie will most likely have a rough day at school today facing the music. hopefully we've all learned our lesson.
the kids break starts about 12:20. kj has bb practice.
he brought home his bb pictures, he has his eyes closed in the team one. the individual one is good. I didn't get the ticket things I paid for.
live and learn and then buy Loves.

Toxic Dogs

PARIS (AFP) – Man's best friend could be one of the environment's worst enemies, according to a new study which says the carbon pawprint of a pet dog is more than double that of a gas-guzzling sports utility vehicle.

But the revelation in the book "Time to Eat the Dog: The Real Guide to Sustainable Living" by New Zealanders Robert and Brenda Vale has angered pet owners who feel they are being singled out as troublemakers.

The Vales, specialists in sustainable living at Victoria University of Wellington, analysed popular brands of pet food and calculated that a medium-sized dog eats around 164 kilos (360 pounds) of meat and 95 kilos of cereal a year.

Combine the land required to generate its food and a "medium" sized dog has an annual footprint of 0.84 hectares (2.07 acres) -- around twice the 0.41 hectares required by a 4x4 driving 10,000 kilometres (6,200 miles) a year, including energy to build the car.

To confirm the results, the New Scientist magazine asked John Barrett at the Stockholm Environment Institute in York, Britain, to calculate eco-pawprints based on his own data. The results were essentially the same.

"Owning a dog really is quite an extravagance, mainly because of the carbon footprint of meat," Barrett said.

Other animals aren't much better for the environment, the Vales say.

Cats have an eco-footprint of about 0.15 hectares, slightly less than driving a Volkswagen Golf for a year, while two hamsters equates to a plasma television and even the humble goldfish burns energy equivalent to two mobile telephones.

But Reha Huttin, president of France's 30 Million Friends animal rights foundation says the human impact of eliminating pets would be equally devastating.

"Pets are anti-depressants, they help us cope with stress, they are good for the elderly," Huttin told AFP.

"Everyone should work out their own environmental impact. I should be allowed to say that I walk instead of using my car and that I don't eat meat, so why shouldn't I be allowed to have a little cat to alleviate my loneliness?"

Sylvie Comont, proud owner of seven cats and two dogs -- the environmental equivalent of a small fleet of cars -- says defiantly, "Our animals give us so much that I don't feel like a polluter at all.

"I think the love we have for our animals and what they contribute to our lives outweighs the environmental considerations.

"I don't want a life without animals," she told AFP.

And pets' environmental impact is not limited to their carbon footprint, as cats and dogs devastate wildlife, spread disease and pollute waterways, the Vales say.

With a total 7.7 million cats in Britain, more than 188 million wild animals are hunted, killed and eaten by feline predators per year, or an average 25 birds, mammals and frogs per cat, according to figures in the New Scientist.

Likewise, dogs decrease biodiversity in areas they are walked, while their faeces cause high bacterial levels in rivers and streams, making the water unsafe to drink, starving waterways of oxygen and killing aquatic life.

And cat poo can be even more toxic than doggy doo -- owners who flush their litter down the toilet ultimately infect sea otters and other animals with toxoplasma gondii, which causes a killer brain disease.

But despite the apocalyptic visions of domesticated animals' environmental impact, solutions exist, including reducing pets' protein-rich meat intake.

"If pussy is scoffing 'Fancy Feast' -- or some other food made from choice cuts of meat -- then the relative impact is likely to be high," said Robert Vale.

"If, on the other hand, the cat is fed on fish heads and other leftovers from the fishmonger, the impact will be lower."

Other potential positive steps include avoiding walking your dog in wildlife-rich areas and keeping your cat indoors at night when it has a particular thirst for other, smaller animals' blood.

As with buying a car, humans are also encouraged to take the environmental impact of their future possession/companion into account.

But the best way of compensating for that paw or clawprint is to make sure your animal is dual purpose, the Vales urge. Get a hen, which offsets its impact by laying edible eggs, or a rabbit, prepared to make the ultimate environmental sacrifice by ending up on the dinner table.

"Rabbits are good, provided you eat them," said Robert Vale.

{who seriously only drives their SUV 6200 miles a year? and does the world need to be overrun by the little things that cats eat? lets find a cure for cancer here, folks. honestly. and that's my 2cents! deb}


it's not easy raising little girls....

especially little girls on the world wide web! we are in the midst of a situation...I want to believe my kids. I really do. Koren had a problem with prank phone calls. Katie may be taking a higher tech approach to pre-teen angst. either way, no facebook for a week. I tried to call Kayla's mom, but don't know if I even have the right #, left a vague message for the generic recording on the machine. the problem with doing shit like this on facebook, is that everyone gets involved...since kayla's mom is friends with katie's dance teacher, & mercer teachers...she probably won't have a very good day at school tomorrow.


weekend off.

lots of sleeping this weekend...cleaned the livingroom closet with Katie's help...cleaned out the tub with magazines & newspapers...watched dvds...went to Wal-Mart, lunch at Toot-Toots, carryout supper from Mercer Pizza Plus...Sunday lunch was beer bread & wild rice creamy chicken soup. well, for the grownups. Kj made himself a pizza & Katie opted for spaghetti. she got her homework done from being sick. and it's snowing....



kate & I tackled the LR closet, ordered pizza plus for supper. last nite cleaned all dresser drawers & hall closet, took 6 garbage bags of donations to the recyling textile collection point on square on my way to work today, it was gone when I went back to take stuff from the closet!

katie lost a tooth at bedtime

poor kid. she's having a week! this is the last one the dentist told us needed to come out now....the new tooth is already poking out.


katie to dr.

upper respitory infection. poor girl.


katie came home sick today

so I will just run her 4-H xmas gift for the exchange to the meeting. she is the secretary & we've missed every meeting since school started! kj has bb practice at 7. the last 2 nites we've went to the winston tournament....I missed the game they won saturday...saw the 2 they lost monday & tuesday....the boys are done in this tournament.

we all support the team...

kj is playing varsity ball this year...he has played elementary ball, jr high ball, summer ball, but playing varsity ball for the first time as a senior....talk about sitting on the bench! but we go when we can & support the team....here we go Cardinals, here we go!



worked all day in the pig barn, then Katie & I made a flying trip to Dollar General for provisions, then we baked her dozen cookies for the 5th grade cookie project, she selected some canned goods from the pantry for a donation at school (and bonus math points), KJ hurt his thumb at BB practice, so I typed his paper for him...
found Kevin's dress shoes for KJ to wear to game tomorrow...

The Last Victim

The Last Victim: A True-Life Journey into the Mind of the Serial Killer (1999), is a non-fiction work by author Jason Moss in which he details his fascination and subsequent correspondence with several famous American serial killers. Psychotherapist and best selling author Jeffrey A. Kottler, one of Moss’s UNLV instructors, contributes both a prologue and an afterword.
Jason was an 18-year-old college student at UNLV. While studying for his honors thesis, he established relationships with John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, Henry Lee Lucas, Jeffrey Dahmer, and Charles Manson. He obtained samples of correspondence from and interviews with these men. Jason researched what would interest his subject the most and then cast himself in the role of disciple, admirer, surrogate, or potential victim.

In his book he mentioned that he was interested in a career with the FBI; he reasoned that gaining the trust of a serial killer, possibly learning more about their stated crimes or unsolved murders, was a way to distinguish himself as a job candidate.

It was with 33-time killer John Wayne Gacy, the “Killer Clown”, that Jason forged the strongest relationship. Letters led to regular Sunday morning phone calls, during which Gacy trumpeted his innocence even as he gave Jason a guided tour of his world. In the book, Jason tells the story of his correspondence and eventual live meeting with Gacy shortly before Gacy was executed.

Jason felt he became Gacy’s “last victim” after a face to face meeting in prison, in essence being overpowered by the mind of the serial killer. He felt that this misadventure allowed him to understand how a killer’s mind works in not only controlling the vulnerable but also in terms of how to break them.

Sadly, the title took on new meaning when Jason Moss committed suicide in his Henderson, Nevada home on the morning of June 6, 2006. At the time of his death, he was a practicing criminal defense attorney.


winston tournament

KJ got to play a few minutes...boys & girls both won. I of course was at work. Kevin & Katie were home. will probably try to make Monday nite game. if I hustle hustle hustle home we can do it...he won't be starting anyway. he puts in so much work for so little end result...but I am proud of him. he won't quit. and he won't grumble. he'll just do his best. in the end, that's all a mom can really ask for...


back to school

KJ drove to school in the Lumina & had some fun in the parking lot...
Josh came over & treated us to Casey's Pizza!


snowday #3

the kids are loving it....

1971 Coke Christmas Commercial...

On a hilltop in Italy
We assembled young people
From all over the world
To bring you this message
From Coca-Cola Bottlers
All over the world
It's the real thing - Coke.
And they sang...

I'd like to buy the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees
And snow white turtle doves.

I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I'd like to buy the world a Coke
And keep it company
That's the real thing.

What the world wants today
Is the real thing

I'd like to teach the world to sing
Sing with me
In perfect harmony
I'd like to buy the world a Coke
And keep it company
That's the real thing


snowday #2

"I've been dreading this day," said Kim Brust, shoveling the sidewalk in front of his Minneapolis home before sunrise Wednesday. "I was starting to enjoy the global warming."

the kids had another snowday...Kevin got to take me to & from work & go his dentist appt. in Trenton on drifty roads...school has been cancelled tomorrow, too....


snow day!

I took the day off for my 45th birthday, and the kids got a snowday so we get to spend a warm cozy family day together!


The Middle

my new favorite tv show! Frankie is my hero!

my kids

it is nice having all my kids here together, laughing & playing Wii in their jammies. koren had been into her daddy's wheat beer, so she was especially having fun. I had them here all those years & took it for granted, now my oldest is all grown up, graduated from college, married, & moved away, & my middle one has one foot out the door....I am so grateful to koren for making time to come to her baby sisters dance recital, it means a lot to katie & a lot to old mom, too!

dandelion fluff

When fairies dance upon the air, reach out gently and catch one, fair. Make a wish and hold it tight, then softly toss your pixie back to summer's night.



Katie danced at the Senior Center, we ate lunch at McDonalds with Scott & Mackenzie, them went to rehearsal at The Gym, then to Wal-mart, then home where Koren was waiting for us.



smashed my finger in the doorjamb with the dead cart at work today, which got me a trip to the company nurse, a finger slint, a tetnus shot, & half a day off work.
kj's first varsity bb game, I had to miss it to take katie to dance class.
spitting snow.



I had the best intentions of getting most of KJs senior fundraiser stuff delivered and all the cookie moms reminded about order sheets. got 2 orders delivered & all but 2 moms reminded before I had some massive snot & antibiotic stomach woes going on & I just retreated to bed too much Immodium AD & a long nap. and now I am behind, but feeling better.
KJ's first ever varsity game is tomorrow nite, I can't go because Katie has her final dance practice before Christmas recital.
a cold winter wind is blowing.
and Frankie hatched a plot to get her kids to bond on The Middle!


tues. early in the morning....

coach announced starters, & KJ won't start, but he has worked long & hard & I am SOOOO proud of him.....to come back after 3 years off the team is a big accomplishment! plus working senior stand and being a cool teenage type guy.
went to dr yesterday, just an upper respitory infection. kate didn't feel good last nite, KJ is getting stuffed up, too. wonderful. I probably spewed my cold germs around the house waaaay tooo long.

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