It’s always Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!!

You Are Marcia Brady

Confident yet kind. Popular yet down to earth. You’re a total dream girl.You’ve got the total package - no wonder everyone’s a little jealous of you.

What Brady Are You?

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It’s the end of the world as we know it….

and I feel……fine? Ask me again later. Pretty much a depressing sort of day. I quit before we closed our doors, so I can’t really complain. Okay, so maybe I can complain, but I won’t. I will revel in the compliments that our school was a wonderful experience for so many people. It’s the thing that kept me going when I wanted to throw in the towel, and the relationships and friendships I formed from there will have a special place in my heart for a very long time.

Jon and I are going out on a date tonight to just be together, so he can hold my hand and make me feel better. We are going to see Made of Honor and eat dinner at Chili’s. Just what I needed. Time with my favorite person.

I’ll be back later…..

Introducing…

The Newest Graduate……Next stop, Kindergarten. OMG! Look out world. Tonight was MJ’s Preschool Graduation Ceremony. I spent hours decorating and they walked in to Pomp and Circumstance. It was cute and sweet, and just the right send off for the Class of 2008 Kindergarten Style. He was so proud to sing a few songs, do the Seed Story Drama and walk up and get his Diploma. He brought me a giant pink Gerbera Daisy. It was awesome. Only 3 more months Mikey and you are a KinderKing! Let the countdown begin.

He also recieved an award for Best Letter Recognition in his class. I thought he should get best looking Mom, but they didn’t have that award.

Who is my Mother?

She gives warm hugs that you don’t want to end.
She is tender-hearted and compassionate.
She is funnier than she thinks, but not as funny as me.
She worries a lot about hurting others, so she is careful with her words and actions.
She raised me to be the same way by her example.
She is the woman who I see in my own reflection and feel proud to be like.
She is a peace maker and negotiator.
She is generous to a fault and would give you the shirt off her back if you asked for it.
She listens with out judging and thoughtfully gives you her opinion.
She is the Mother who I see myself becoming when I am with my children.
She created two women who are independent, spirited, loving, and gorgeous!
She is all these things and more.

She is my Mom.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom, you make me feel like the most special daughter in the world. You celebrate with me and cry with me. I know I can count on you to be there for me in all ways. I don’t know many people like that. You are one in a million and I am so happy you are mine. I love you!

In a nutshell….

Chuggin’ along like an out of control freight train….

Is there no rest for the weary?? Me=weary. I still am not 100% recovered from my bronchitis. I go and see the Pulmonologist tomorrow for a much needed exam and baseline for my chronic respiratory issues. I am ready to do everything he asks me to do unlike 4 years ago when I stopped seeing him because I didn’t record my daily resp. stuff. I mean how dumb is that thinking, “I won’t go back because I didn’t do what he told me to do. I don’t want him to be mad at me.” At least now I am willing to do it, and if I don’t or miss some of it, I have the balls to be upfront with him about it.

Only 2 more weeks left of preschool. Lots of things to wrap up, decisions to make, and if I want to be there to make them. I am feeling very led to walk away and look for greener pastures, but not entirely ready to wash my hands of it. God and I have some sessions planned to talk things through. You would think he’d be booked and His co-pays expensive, but He always knows how to fit me in.

The kids are good. Lauren is working hard at school to wrap up some projects, Brenna is eagerly waiting for the Wax Museum Night for 5th Graders to be here, so she can show off her Belle Boyd character. She gets to wear a hoop style period dress and  everything. Danny can’t WAIT for his 9th birthday to get here. He is chomping at the bit. 9 years. I can’t believe how fast it has gone by. Michael Jon asks me everyday if he gets to Graduate yet and when he get to go to Kindergarten. He isn’t ready at all huh?

Jon the hard working bread winner, or is that the winner working hard bread, or working hard winning bread? I can never remember. Anywhoo..he’s still alive and he actually wants to come home every day. Go figure. He must love me.

Just a quick update on us all. More next week when my first born boy turns 9. Hasta!