Dear Mr. Bon Jovi

I should have written to Jon years ago to thank him for helping me meet my husband, but I guess now is as good of time as any.

This photo is from 1987. I looked for a current photo of him but didn't have much luck. I did find video though. I personally think he is even better looking now. Did you see him on American Idol a few weeks ago. Wow!!!

I saw him in concert 20 years ago. Yep 20 years. How it could feel like just yesterday and feel like a different life all at the same time. I don't remember any details of the Bon Jovi the concert, but then again I know I saw lots of concerts that I don't remember. (Ronny James Dio, Twisted Sister, Poison just to name a few). Anyway I am getting side tracked.

I didn't actually meet Jon, nor did he actually introduce Tim and I. Like I said I went to a Bon Jovi concert, I guess I bought a T-shirt. One day during my 2nd year at college I was wearing my t-shirt. I was sitting in my RA's room. (her name is Holly). Holly's boyfriend (Todd) came in and saw my shirt. Todd knew I was single and preceded to tell me I should meet his friend Tim. I told him "No Thanks". (I did not want a boy friend I was happy being single). Well, Holly and Todd didn't take no for an answer. They sneakily set up a blind date. They invited my over to have dinner one night. After they knew I was coming then they told me Tim would be there. I almost didn't go just because they were being so sneaky. We ate Spaghetti and went bowling. Tim and I hit it off right away and the rest is History.

So this is for you Jon. In the form of a Haiku

Dear Mr. Jon Bon Jovi
Thanks for helping me find Tim
Rock on Dude, Rock on.

I sure wish I would have kept that t-shirt. Wouldn't that have been fun.

The New Do

So here is the new hair do. It only took us 4 days to get done. Things are so crazy around here we had to do it in stages.
Day one : hair cut
Day two: bleached it blond
Day three: too busy we'll get to it tomorrow
Day four: put in the color

Note: We stained the shower extremely bad when washing hair for the first time. Thankfully some Clorox bleach got it clean. I wish I would have taken a photo of the shower, but I was so freaked out that I hurried to clean it before Tim saw it.

Oh my, what did you do?

This photos are from when Mikkena was 3 years old. As you can see she thought it would be fun to paint herself. I could not include all of the photos I took. She removed all of her clothes and painted some interesting body parts. There are still little paint foot prints on the floor in the basement and going up the wooden steps. Mikkena was on of those toddlers that you couldn't leave alone for any length of time. If you didn't see her and you couldn't hear her-- you were in for some serious cleaning.

My first 2 children did not prepare me at all for the antics of number 3.

Honey don't go!!!

Tim is out of town again. He left Sunday morning. He travels a lot so I am getting used to it. My problem is that I am starting to see a pattern of big events happen when he is gone.
2 weeks ago it was my van breaking down. Last night it was a visit to the emergency room.

Mikale has not been feeling well for the last 4 or 5 days. So last night (this morning) at 1am he woke up in extreme pain. He can put up with a lot of pain, so I got worried when he was so overwhelmed with pain. So off to the ER. Mikkena woke up during the commotion and didn't want to stay home with Megan so she came with too.

They gave him an IV and ran some blood tests. They figured it was gastroenteritis (an irritation of the stomach/intestines. After filling him with fluids and seeing that he could hold down a Popsicle they sent us home. The 3 of us were climbing back into our own bed at 5:30am.

Mikkena talked on and on during the whole visit. I am not a very patient Mom during the hours I am suppose to be sleeping. I am also not very quick with brain function. The hospital staff as a million questions and sometimes I had to think about the answer a little harder then I would have during daylight hours. I wonder what they think. Sometimes I feel like I am being evaluated when I go to the doctor or hospital.

Mikale seems better. I worry about him when he gets so sick. He is so skinny. He doesn't have any fat reserves to depend on when he can't/won't eat. Too bad I can't donate some of my fat reserves (you know like donating blood).

Megadoodle

Here is a photo of Megan, Samson (dog) and the judge of the trial. She competed in another AKC obedience trial. She came in 2nd place with a score of 195 (out of 200). This was their 3rd qualifying score so Samson has his CD title (companion dog). It is fun for me to see Megan do well in something she loves to do. I am very proud of her and all the hard work she does to train her dogs. Its also fun to see her compete against adults and hold her own. Its kinda funny the other adults don't seem to talk to her at all until they see her in the ring. Then they see that she knows what she is doing and are interested in talking with her. She doesn't seem to get nervous and really has a great time.

Megan's Nickname: Megadoodle came from when she was about 2 years old. For what ever reason her Grandma Florence thought her name was Mega. We thought it was kinda funny that she called her Mega. Then one day when Megan was playing with a Magna-doodle toy I just though of Mega-doodle.

On Fire

This was Mikale's last hair dye job. I have wanted to post this for weeks, but I didn't know how. I should go back and do a "year in review" of his hair. We are stuck on what to do next. Feel free to give us any ideas you may have. We have 7 or 8 different colors to work with.

Balding for apples

Here are some great photos of Mikkena. She was balding for apples. I have no idea why she thought it was "balding" rather than "bobbing". She spent about 3o minutes practicing. I guess she wants to be up on her skills just in case there is a "bobbing" contest sometime soon.
She didn't think of the goggles until she was almost done.

Thanks to Tim for helping me figure out how to post a photo. Now the trick will be if I can remember how to do it my self.