So much of what we hear about today is gloom and doom. I decided to create a blog where I and others can come for a little bit of happiness and maybe even laughter...it truly can be the best medicine. I hope these entries share a smile or two. Enjoy!
Although shopping can be a thrill, this is one holiday that I think should be taken seriously. Americans have a lot to be thankful for, and I think everyone of us takes our freedoms for granted at some time; and I think very few of us know what it is like to fight for it. I know I don't. What the men and women of the military do for us is beyond amazing, and I'm truly grateful. 
I have been doing some family research and I found that my family has a long line of military service. My father was in the army during the Vietnam war. My grandpa and grandma served during WWII making fighter planes for the airforce. My great-grandpa Grew and his brothers served in the army during WWI and went overseas. My husband's grandfather was in the navy during WWII. He said he didn't like to recall what he saw. And today, my brother and brother-in-law are in the Airforce. I feel proud that so many have served and are serving from our family. Take a look into your history and see what you find. Seeing that others have served makes me want to do my part. Flowers at graves are nice, but I think even better is to be a good citizen: respect the flag; obey the law; volunteer for the suffering in the community; offer a helping hand to a neighbor; pitch in and clean up disasters instead of joining in the cycle of blame. These are areas I want to work on. No matter our political views I think we can follow J. F. Kennedy's words, "And so my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you--ask what you can do for your country." Those who have given their lives for their country did just this, and I think we can too. Thank you service men and women; thank you.
For mother's day my son Matthew and my daughter Nadine made bread. Nadine is usually the one with the idea and Matthew is always her support system. They are both lucky to have each other. They chose the type of bread together and then worked side by side through the entire process to produce something beautiful to look at and delicious to eat. I think they both have talent in this area; a chip off the ol' block, if I do say so myself. ;-) I think fresh bread for Mothers' Day is a tradition I want to keep.
I noticed I write a lot of Jensen's shenanigans, but he's at that age where he is constantly cracking me up. Here's another installment.I was at the store with Jensen and Nadine last night, looking for a dress for Nadine's 9th grade progression event. We were waiting in line; Jensen was hanging on my leg and I was trying to get the purchase completed. Out of the blue I hear Jensen say "talk to the hand girls, talk to the hand!" I looked down and he has his hand out and his face turned to hide behind me. I then looked over and two girls, about 7 and 5, are sitting a few steps away smiling at Jensen. I said, "Jensen, those girls are trying to be nice to you." His reply, "I don't want them to look at me." He leans over and yells "talk to the Hand!"At church the children sang a few songs for mother's day. When he came back after singing I said, "You sang so beautifully Jensen." His reply, "Don't mention it." He certainly is a precocious 4 year old.
