Thursday, January 27, 2005

Good news, bad news.

I just got an awesome letter from my oldest sister Auntie Lisa.  After searching almost all of her adult life she has finally found her biological father.  And even better still, he wants to meet her!  She and Uncle Kenn will be going out to Las Vegas, Nevada at the end of February to meet him.  I'm sooooo happy for her!  Unfortunately he is not well, but they will finally meet.  I just cried, I was so happy when I heard.  The whole story is long and very sad, but it has a very happy ending.

Christy came in to the store yesterday.  I wish she didn't always seem so sad.  I hear Beckie is pregnant, thats pretty cool.  And Val Bowman asked for your address.  I'm going to give it to her, but I'll warn you, she's up to no good!  She's been getting ideas from Jenny on how to embarrass you so they may try something.  Hehehehe!  Oh, and Carmen from the Cash Office sends her love, she's the big black woman.  She says she's so proud of you, and to be careful. 

One of the fish is sick, real sick.  He seems strong enough, but he's swimming upside down.  Rocky thinks maybe he just wants to swim upside down, but I think we may be losing him soon.  This has been going on for 3 days now... I guess its just a matter of time.  I'm picking up a big fish tank today, its been a while but I think the kids are ready for the responsibility... I hope!

Well, gotta go.  Miss you Sugar Booger, Love you!


Monday, January 24, 2005


I don't get it.... we've been writing, and to the exact same address as the last time.  You got our letters then, why aren't you getting them now? 

Dad was disappointed that his Steelers didn't win the Division playoffs.  I predicted it... I told him 'The Steelers are a tough team, but they don't play tough as a team, they are not organized.  The Patriots are... they have their 'groove' and they will win the playoffs'.  I rooted for the Steelers though cos Dad's always rooted for the Broncos... except for when they played the Steelers of course... but the Broncos whipped their butts then sooo HAHAHAHA~  I'm not sure if we'll be at Lukes place or just hang out here for the Super Bowl.  I've already got my official Super Bowl XXXIX bottle jersey... I'm ready!

All the kids have been sick.  Zack is the last, and he will be staying home from school today.  He brought this on himself, he was making fun of the others last week and bragging about how he never gets sick... and yep, he made 'bachi' big time!  He's not like them... or your dad... he's real quiet and stays in his room under the blankets when he's not feeling well. 

Well, I've already started leaking the news that I'm resigning at the end of March.  I suppose its just a matter of time before the story reaches Management.  I wonder what the story will be by that time, I love my co-workers to death, but boy do they change the story around!  Do you remember when I jumped out of the truck wrong and tore my calf muscle... and by the time I returned to work the story was that I had 1) been hit by a car: 2) been hit by a truck:  3) been hit by a train  4) got hit while saving a child from being hit by a bus and 5) that I had broken arm....

Rocky made the cut for the Colorado Springs Childrens Chorale, but after the first meeting (3 hours long!) we had to decline the offer.  There was way too much time involved.  The cost of the membership, uniforms and manditory ticket purchase was no issue... it was the 2 rehersals a week, plus 1 weekend a month, plus manditory volunteering for fundraisers, etc.  I don't know who wasmore upset, Rocky for having to give it up or your Dad for having to tell her 'no'... I have to say for your dad he was going to go ahead and try, but realistically we could not do it... not just yet.  Hopefully this will be the last time we ever have to tell the kids 'no' because we don't have the time.  It broke your dad's heart to see how unhappy Rocky was.  And she was so understanding too... you should be proud of your baby sister.

Well, I'm hoping that you'll get all of our letters today.  If not, I'll be sure to stop by the mailroom when we visit at graduation and give those guys a piece of my mind... and my foot too!

Miss you, love you!


Friday, January 7, 2005


Hey Gabe, I found your box of letters.  I hope you don't mind that I looked through it.  Dad's letter made me cry.  He's so proud of you, please say you see that now. 

I found the letters from your little pen pal from the school in Nebraska... Sam.  I'm going to write to him and his class.  Its goofy of me, I know, but I was soooooo touched by their gesture.  Oops... sorry... teardrops again... I cry very easily now days.  Happy tears, sad tears, proud tears.. and all of them wet!

Still fighting with the cold.  My head hurts most of the time...only time I don't feel it is when I'm sleeping, but it reminds me as soon as I wake up.  With all the snot and phlegm I've been dripping and hacking up you'd think I'd be about 10 pounds lighter... but I'm not.  That just figures!

Well, dad is taking me to lunch so I suppose I should get dressed.  The roads are finally starting to thaw out, but our neighborhood is still icyer than a hockey rink.  I did a 190 spin yesterday, just glad there were no cars or people in my path.  It was a perfect spin though, I pretty much kept control... you would have been proud of me!  I hate ice! 

Okay sweetie, I'm out of here.  Be good, be safe.  Miss you, love you...