All I can say is... Eww!

VERMONT -- People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals sent a letter to Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield, cofounders of Ben & Jerry's Homemade Inc., urging them to replace cow's milk they use in their ice cream products with human breast milk, according to a statement recently released by a PETA spokeswoman.

Read about it here.

For our little Red Bird...

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'

Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.

The mother said, 'It was my son's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom,

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

No one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper.. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone.. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love,

God &
Me.

Oh My...ley!

Well, I was on a video hunt for the "Just Stand Up" cancer fundraising song and lots of information about Miley Cyrus was surrounding my search. To include her youtube feud. I know, that's old news... but I hadn't seen it, only heard about it. Hey, I gotta a tween in the house - I hear these things. And yes, we watch Hannah Montana - religiously. Lol. On to my point... I was searching, oh yes, so I ventured over to youtube world and found the infamous video, watched it and then got side-tracked. I found parodies and other such videos but I had to share this one... cuz she's funny. To me. Her name is Venetian Princess. She also has this page. Enjoy!

Fab Five

Here are the rules:

1. Write about 5 specific ways blogging has affected you, either positively or negatively.
2. Link back to the person who tagged you.
3. Link back to this parent post.
4. Tag a few friends, or five, or none at all.
5. Post these rules- or just have fun breaking them!

FIVE WAYS BLOGGING HAS AFFECTED ME:

1. I've learn so much more about spreading information to my family and friends. And I've learned what to look for when my daughter decides to really get out there on the computer and internet.

2. I have always loved scrapbooking - well buying all the stuff to create scrapbooks. I just don't make the time to do any of it. I will though, one day - I promise! Anyhow, what does this have to do with blogging and how it has affected me? I can "scrapbook" online. I can share my photos and captions or stories and share them with friends and family immediately. No one has to wait to visit my house to view my scrapbooks and with digitial photos I don't have to worry about developing film and then cutting and shaping them into books with stickers and then handwriting my stories. I'm so much faster with the keyboard anyway - my thoughts flow with my fingers. Unlike penmanship, I can "delete" my mistakes and continue on with my message.

3. I have also met some new people through blogging or have found interest in others without actually meeting them. People I have things in common with that I never would have known about without blogging. There are people that make me laugh and bring me joy just reading about their life. It's like reality tv or a great biographical book - only real time with real people. And they aren't getting famous from it (are they?), they are people just like me that have some of the same interests.

4. I have always thought about keeping a diary or a journal. I love to buy them or give them as gifts but they usually end up as notebooks to keep a task list in or grocery shopping lists. I might write an entry here or there but never anything that takes up a month's worth or a year's worth of thoughts. This is an easier way of organizing my thoughts and keeping up with it. It's fun for me. I believe it's just another way we are evolving in this electronic era.

5. I'm always thinking about what I can put on my page. This picture, this event, this family trip... what kind of information is noteworthy on my blog? Silly thoughts, huge endeavors? It's all so amazing how different it is to blog and share with people than to email friends and family. In some ways it's like I can update everyone at once even about the simplest things. In other ways it's a forum to discuss issues with any readers I may have.

It's a small world out there after all.... how do you see the world? How has blogging affected you?

I tag:
1. Kim (cuz she's usually the one who tags first)
2. Stacie (she's good at responding when she has the time)
3. Jenni (I think she enjoys this as much as I have found to enjoy it)
4. David (you gonna stop reading mine and my friend's blogs and make a page of your own!?)

Dating Gym

Well, I've been dating Gym for 4 days now. At first, Gym was great! I thought - what a great idea - I'll visit Gym 4-5 days a week and really get into it. Ha.... Ha. As of last night (Wednesday) Gym and I already needed professional counseling in order to make this relationship last (aka: Personal Trainer).

My stomach muscles are still sore from Monday's workout. I don't even remember how many situps I did - straight up, to the left, to the right. All I know is that I did a lot and I've been paying for it ever since. It hurts to cough, sneeze and sometimes breathe. Ouch. I know I shouldn't be whining but this feels different than anything I've ever felt before. So then I wonder - gee just how long has it been since I've really used these muscles? Cardio doesn't touch what weights and resistance machines do. Oweee! My DH David thought he could be my personal trainer but on the 2nd day we met with the professionals and after all was said and done he thought it was a great idea for me to have my fitness routine designed by professionals and he could just motivate and encourage me. The way he sees it - after my workouts I'll hate "them" and still love him. Lol.... uh-huh.

Well, first session with the trainer went well. I mean if well means that I'm still alive and typing to you today. I was dying! I try to stay composed and do my sets like a good little girl and not complain or make ugly faces - oh and I don't want to sweat either cuz that's just gross! Lol... that all went out the window after about 15 minutes with the trainer. We were working the legs - which is usually my strongest area. After 35 minutes of leg work on about 5 different machines and free weights, etc.... thank G-D he skipped doing lunges!!!... one of my thigh muscles started to give out. I caught myself but if both legs had gone I would have been face down on the floor mat! I had 2 more sets on 2 more machines to go and I was home free. And by home free I mean I was done with the circuit training and able to go do some cardio. Yay... (breathe) cardio... (breathe) I'm - so- happy... (huff, huff, huff).

I did sweat (though not dripping wet, whew!) and I did make some faces (but no one saw them, yeah right!) and I did all my sets and reps, etc. I am overall really proud of myself but I feel that the trainer started me off on some heavier weights than I maybe should have been doing for a first night, first workout. We'll see how it goes the next time around. I'm sticking with it - and as far as my relationship with Gym - everyone is very encouraging. We just might make it after all!

Fore! (Oops, I mean...

4 jobs I have had in my life:
Clerk Typist 3 - US Government (DoD)
Sales Associate (JCPenney's, Radio Shack)
Human Resources Specialist/Payroll (Multiple Dotcoms)
HR Admin - US Army Contractor - Army Guard Program

4 places I've lived:
California
Colorado
Oklahoma
North Carolina
(and New Jersey, but I was 5-6 years old and only remember random bits)

4 places I've traveled:
2x Canada through Oregon and Washington - okay we all know who was on that trip
(dancing in the aisles of the bus was SO fun!)(remember "whale" watching?)
Hawaiian Islands (cruise)
various US States (I-40 route and Florida, Georgia)
Mexico

4 of my favorite foods:
Haha - too many! So I'll list ethnic catagories:
Chinese
Mexican
Italian
American (burgers, fries, salads)

4 places wish to visit:
Australia
Europe (Italy, France, England and maybe Spain)
Canada - Eastern region (Nova Scotia, etc)
Tahiti!!!

4 who will respond:
Jen
Idk
you?
her?

Nursing. How long is too long?

Oh, I'm so grossed out! I believe in nursing but only to age 1. I didn't get to nurse my daughter that long - not even to 6 months but I couldn't stand seeing my brother nurse when he was 2 years old. Old enough to ask specifically to nurse is TOO OLD. That's my opinion. What's yours?