My son the Serial killer

This happened about 3 weeks ago. We were sitting at the doctor's office. I was sick. (not fun when you're a mom and expected to run the house). My poor husband was sitting in the waiting room with all 4 kids (what a trooper). He told me what happened after we got to the car. Apparantly Sean (my oldest) was playing with a toy that he brought that looked like an axe. A lady sitting in the waiting room asked him what he was playing with. This is what he said "It's an axe. I like to play Chopped. You start with 4 guys, and you chop them until there's only 1 guy." I guess she looked freaked. Wouldn't you be? Wouldn't you be calling me out as a horrible mother for raising a future serial killer? But instead of freaking out when my husband told me I started busting up laughing. There is a reasonable explanation for his statement. His all time favorite show right now is "CHOPPED" on food network. It's a competition between 4 chefs and each round one of them gets chopped and then it gets down to 1 winner. So he's not a future serial killer, maybe a future chef, but for now I'll just let him play with his toy axe and freak people out.

back in action

I haven't posted in a long time. Since my last post I've accomplished a lot. I had a BABY! Guess I forgot how much work that was. I kept getting on here to write and I was like "what do I have to write about?" I just kept thinking I stay at home, I don't do anything worth writing about. Then this week I had a revelation. I realized that I HAVE 4 KIDS!!! My life couldn't be boring if I tried. There's always something to write about when you have kids, and there's always other moms out there going through the same things, or needing a laugh when they are stressed and wanting to hear about someone elses kid being worse than theres. We love them, but somedays when we're in the grocery store and our kids laying on the floor screaming bloody murder for a candy bar you just want to disappear into the crowd and be like "who's kid is that?" Then there are days when they come up to you without a word and give you and hug or a kiss and it just melts your heart. My kids are crazy, they are fun, they are bratty at times, and they always have something interesting to say. I love to talk about them. So I figured I might as well write it all down. If not for anyone else to read, it'll be a reminder to me when they grow up how they used to be and how much I've been through.

House or Home?

Well for the first time in 7 years I feel like I belong somewhere. We've been in a lot of houses....I swear we're trying to set a world record for moving or something. We've been in 7 different houses, in 6 years. Some of them we've only stayed in for as little as 3 months, others for up to a year and a half. We've never spend more than 2 Christmas's in the same house. I don't even think it phases the kids when we tell them we're moving again. It's heartbreaking. I knew that it came with military life that's why I never really minded all the moves, and all the friends that you make and have to say goodbye to. Each time the goodbyes did get harder, and the friendships from a few moves prior started to fade away slowly. You feel like you're almost just going through the motions of living life. It wasn't even a house anymore.....they were all just a place to sleep until the next move came. I think that's why I always wanted to be out of the house doing something. The houses weren't permanent, and I never wanted them to be anyways because we never had that house where we felt like we were HOME every time we would walk in the front door. We finally have that. When I get home I don't want to leave. I love just sitting in the living room with music playing while the kids run around and play. I love my kitchen, and my bedroom, and bathroom. We have a huge backyard that the kids have room to grow in. The kids are happy.....and for once I feel like this could be more than a house, it could be a home. I am a small town country girl, and for the past 7 years I've been from one big city to another. The towns were crowded and traffic was horrible. It would take you an hour to drive somewhere that was only about 10 minutes away. The crime was horrible, and I never felt safe at night even with my doors locked and all the lights on. I am definitally not meant to live in the big city. The house we're in now is more country, but not completely deserted to where you don't have any neighbors. We have neighbors, and they are the kind that come over to introduce themselves with a plate of cookies. I never realized how much I missed this type of thing, such a small gesture, but it makes you realize that you can feel at home in a town like this. Through all the moves everyone would ask me where home is. I would always say, "I'll always consider Michigan home." I think it was because it was the only state I was in for more than a couple years, and it was where my family was. Now....when people ask me where home is I don't have to think twice about it at all. We've only been in this house for a week, but I've never felt more at home in any of the houses, or states that we've been in. Yes my real family is back in Michigan, but our home is in Arizona. When it's more than a house, and it's a home you feel it. You know it in your head and your heart every time you walk through the front door. I don't know if this will be our home forever. But it's just nice to know that through all the moves, and all the states, we've found one place that feels less like just a place to sleep between moves, and more of a place to build a life and just call HOME!

It's crazy. When I was pregnant with my boys, and I found out they were boys, all I thought about was sports, and karate, and boy toys like ninja turtles, and power rangers and stuff. But yesterday I found out that our fourth baby is going to be a girl. My mind is spinning. I am thinking about things like frilly dresses and tea parties, all the way to bra shopping, and wedding planning, and proms, and a million other things. Walking to the "pink" side of the store broke me down in tears....and that never happened buying things on the "blue" side. I love my boys, don't get me wrong, but growing up I always knew I wanted to have a daughter, and just knowing that it's about to happen is overflowing my heart, and filling my mind with all the new things I'll get to do. I can't wait to braid her hair, and teach her to put on makeup, and help her get through her first broken heart from the "love of her life". I know it's crazy, but it's like a whole new world. Boys are amazing, they really are, they are hyper, and sporty, and non stop all day, but they are so much fun. I love my boys and yes you'll see me running around the house with a power ranger mask on shooting a fake gun and even making the noises for it. But even my boys are excited to have a little girl in the house. It really does complete my family, and I don't know if I could say that if this had been another boy....because I don't think my family would be complete until I had a daughter of my own. I think like how all guys want to have a son, all girls want to have a daughter. And now I'll finally have mine and I'll have my complete family.

I was thinking this week. I had to get an IV because I was dehydrated from my morning sickness, and I told the nurse that I thought that getting an IV was worse that the actual labor. Don't get me wrong, labor isn't fun, I've been through it 3 times believe me....you don't get pregnant and the first thing that pops in your head is "Oh great, I can't wait for labor to start it was so much fun last time." It's labor...they wouldn't call it that if it wasn't. But man all the different needles you have to get while you are pregnant seem just as bad to me. I hate shots, and needles. Your body is made to give birth, but man when they stick a needle through your skin it freaks me out. I'm sure it doesn't hurt even a tiny little bit close to the actual giving birth, but at the moment you think it does. Maybe each painful moment in life you think it's the worst, and the hardest moment at that point. Like with each epidural I say it hurts worse than the last epidural even though I'm sure it's about the same. Maybe that's like every hard moment in life.....at each low you think it's the lowest and the hardest times, but it always gets better, and the next time you think it's worse than the last. I'm sure when I'm in labor I won't be thinking that the IV was worse, I'll be begging the nurse for the IV instead, but I guess since I knew the only thing coming that day was the IV I was dreading it. But I still know it'll all be worth it in the end when I get to hold the baby for the first time.....it always is.

Sometimes someone can make your day and not even realize that they just did. I was having a really rough day the other day, but I always do try to look nice when I leave the house. It just wasn't a great day though, the kids were getting to me, and I didn't have time to shower before taking my son to school, and I just felt yucky. Then after I dropped my son off and I was headed to the car a little old lady came up to me and told me I looked beautiful today. It just completely made my day. It was like all the problems of my morning just went away with that. She didn't know me, and I may not see her again, but she made such an impact on my day and she will never even know how much it meant to me. Sometimes I feel like no one is here with me and no one notices how hard I try to do everything, but then when my day has really had it this comes out of the blue and brings me up again. Almost like I have an angel watching over me and when I really need someone they are there. I know it was just a small little comment, but it really made me change my outlook on the day. I love how little old ladies are so sweet and they just want to let you know what they think. I get a lot of compliments in the store from them on how great my kids are, and in restaurants as well. And they are the ones that when your kids are screaming and you're ready to rip out your hair, they look at you and smile because they were where you are once and they know just how you feel. I can't help but look up to them and respect them. I really hope then when I get older I'm one of these sweet old ladies and I can make someone's day like this lady did to me. Because when you're a mom of 3 1/2 kids you can really use someone to tell you you're pretty once in a while, or even simply let you know that you're doing a good job.

Can you believe that Halloween is coming up again right around the corner? It seems like we just got done with the holidays from last year and they are creeping up on us again. You go in the store, and it's like Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas all rolled into one big holiday. My boys of coarse are loving it. And I love the holiday season. I think as soon as Halloween gets past us then the mood of everyone is like a million times better. It's like the upcoming holidays just makes people more polite, and friendly, and just plain happy. That's what I love about it. The holidays are different as a parent then they are when you're a kid yourself. It's funny how it changes, and I've been thinking a lot about it lately. When you're a kid Halloween is about candy, Thanksgiving is about eating, and maybe watching the parade or football game, and Christmas is about presents, and santa, and more presents! When you're a grown up and you have your own family I think the holidays are about something completely different. You go trick or treating with your kids, so you can watch them have a blast, and when they have a blast, it makes your day. Then on Thanksgiving it's about family and if you're a perfectionist like me, it's about making the perfect dinner and desserts, even if your family is going to tear into them and devour it all within 10 minutes. You still put forth the effort. Christmas, you go from believing in Santa, to not believing in Santa, to being Santa. My kids haven't hit the age yet where they don't believe in him, and I hope they don't for a long time, because I love the innocence in them, and how excited they get baking and decorating cookies for Santa, and writing their letters and getting their picture taken with him. The whole holiday season it's like they're excited and happy and I love it. I love watching them walk down the stairs in the morning to realize that Santa came. I know we go overboard every year, and some people might think that they are "spoiled" but I love watching their faces light up as they open each present, and realize Santa got them exactly what they wanted. I love driving around looking at Christmas lights and drinking hot chocolate with the kids. And yes I'm one of those crazy people who start playing Christmas CD's as soon as Halloween is over. But my kids love it, and so I love doing it. The holidays I think are just as amazing as an adult reliving it through your kids eyes. It's the best thing in the world knowing how excited they are going to get and being there to see it. They've changed their minds on Halloween costumes at least 10 times each, most people would get stressed about it, but I think it's hillarious. They like so many things they just can't decide. It's like a life or death decision here for them and they need to make the right one. Sometimes I wish I could go back to being a kid to see the magic in the holidays again, but as a mom, I still do see it. You just have to look in their eyes and you'll know it's there.

This last week while my oldest son was at school me and my hubby went out front with our two kids and decided to wash the van. I love our van, when we bought it in 2005 it was brand new, and I love it....yes I feel like a soccer mom driving it, but it's a really nice van and the kids have plenty of space. Well we went all out cleaning it. We took all the seats out, and the carpets, and I scrubbed everything. It looked like a brand new van again. Then this past weekend we went on a 7 hour road trip to California with the kids and 7 hours back.......well let's just say the van looks worse than it did before we cleaned it. There are squished up cheerio's all over the floor, and odds and ends other snacks floating around. I can't help but almost start laughing when I look at it. I usually get really stressed out about messes, but I'm starting to learn one key thing that I wish someone would have told me when I first got pregnant with my oldest son......."THINGS ARE NEVER GOING TO BE PERFECT ONCE YOU HAVE KIDS." They just won't. There will be messes, and you're going to trip on toys, and have fingerprints on the walls and windows, and probably all over the tv. There is going to be dirty clothes laying around and a sink full of dishes. And you better believe as soon as I put the new table cloth on the table something is going to get spilled on it. But when you try to make the house look perfect, and neat and tidy, you'll miss out on the one important thing......your kids. It can be fun sometimes to just let those dishes sit in the sink for a while longer and sit down and do some finger painting with the kids. Because let's be honest......do your kids really care if the house is clean or messy? Do they care if the new table cloth matches the cloth napkins, and if the coffee table is cleared of it's clutter? And come on now....even if your house is perfect by 1 oclock is it really going to look the same way in about 2 hours. To me it seems like I'll clean the living room and head to the kitchen only to come back to the living room and hav it look like a tornado went through it. Or in my case, 3 tornado's! No my house isn't a mess.....but I'm starting to learn ways around the cleaning that takes all day. I keep a laundry basket in the living room, and at the end of the day, that's where all the kids toys go. When the basket gets too full I haul it upstairs and put them back in the toy room where they belong. I "cheat clean" whenever I have company coming over. It's a quick vaccume, and you spray febreeze and lysol everywhere. And you toss everything that doesn't go where it is in a laundry basket and stick it in the closet and take care of it when you have time. The kids are only kids for a little while. You'll have plenty of time to color cordinate the house when they've grown up. Hang out with them while they still want to be around you....because pretty soon you won't be "cool" enough to hang out with and then what are you going to do?

The years go by....'

I've been thinking a lot since my oldest son started Kindergarten. It's hard to believe the days of him being home all day are gone now. I knew he was starting school, but I didn't really realize that it was like a whole new stage in life, and that the old one would never come back. It can never go back. I mean yeah we have the summer vacations where he'll be home, but the older he gets the less and less time he's going to want to spend with me anyways. When we first started taking him to school we got to walk him all the way to his classroom and say goodbye to him there. After the first week of school though they have us drop him off at the gate and he has to walk back by himself. It was heartbreaking watching him walk by himself. But what's more heartbreaking is the first week he was doing it he would turn around and wave goodbye to us one more time when he got to his class, and those days are past now. He runs to his class and doesn't look back most of the time anymore. It's hard watching them grow. I remember when it was just me and him, before his brothers were born, and he would run around the house playing with me, and we would cuddle on the couch and watch Blues Clues or the Wiggles. Yes he still sits and watches tv with me or reads books with me, but it's not the same. 6 hours out of the day he's not at home, he's not here with me, and I don't know what he's doing. I know he's in good hands, and he loves school, but I just miss the days when he was home all day with me. So if you still have a little one at home, enjoy the time with them, because they go by fast, and before you know it they'll be off to school, and then the time flies by so fast you won't even believe it. Kids are amazing, and the years don't last nearly long enough. My middle one is about to turn 4 years old in less than a month. Next year he should be headed to Kindergarten too. Then I'll have two of them in school all day. The house will sure be a lot quieter, and you may think that that's a good thing, but I'll miss them.

Today there was something scary that happened in our house. It was almost set on fire. If circumstances had been different our whole house could have been lost along with everything in it. My kids were throwing their dirty clothes downstairs like they always do so it can go in the laundry room, and one item of clothing got stuck on the light at the top of the stairs. Well it started burning without us realizing it and it eventually set off all the smoke detectors and caught on fire. My husband is at work, and me and all 3 of my kids are downstairs. So I'm running through the house trying to figure out what's on fire. I found it thank goodness and turned the light off and drowned the clothes in water after I got it off the light. The whole house filled with smoke so I opened up all the windows and took the kids out to the car for a while. I was getting ready to take my oldest boy to school. What if we had left 5 minutes earlier like we usually do? What would have happened? My husband was working nights for the first time....we were only waiting for him to get home so he could come with us to drop our Kindergartener off at school. What if he hadn't worked nights that night? There are so many what if's. We don't know what could have happend. We're just thankful that I was able to stop it and get the kids out away from the smoke. So many worse things could have happened. No one was hurt, and we're only down one light bulb and a pair of kids underwear. So we are very lucky and we realize that. It's just scary to realize that because of certain circumstances things are ok, and someone must have been watching over you. Needless to say we are getting the kids a hamper for their room and clothes will no longer be tossed down the stairs. But it makes you really think and worry that something bad could happen. You need to take precautions to try and prevent them, and you need to cherish every moment that you do have with your family. Next time we may not be as lucky.

I think when you are between two and three month's pregnant you're more self conscious than you are as a teenage girl. You're in between the stage where you really look pregnant, yet you really don't look skinny. So when you're walking around you see people looking at you and you can tell they are wondering if you're pregnant or if you've just gained some weight. It makes you want to go out and buy a shirt that says "I'm not fat, I'm pregnant....and fat!" Kind of like they have the little onsies for babies that say "I am not a boy!" and "I am not a girl!" for babies since even if you dress your little boy all in blue, with a blue blanket people will still say "oh what a pretty girl." It's kind of irritating. It's hard to feel beautiful when you're pregnant when you throw up all day, feel like you're huge, and can't fit into any of your clothes at all. But having a little tiny baby inside you is beautiful, and this last week when I got my first ultrasound and I got a sneak peak at the little baby I never felt more beautiful. To have created a little life like that is just amazing. And when you have a little baby inside you, you fall in love with him/her before you've even met them. Even though I have 3 other kids, this one is a whole new baby and it's like your love grows with each child. Even though you think it couldn't possibly grow any more. So you know what I'll take all the odd looks from people as they pass me wondering if I'm pregnant or just haven't lost all the baby weight from the last baby. Because I know that there's a little miracle in my belly, and I'm probably never going to see any of those people again anyways, but the baby is mine forever.

Well I've decided to try something new, and a little scary, but super exciting. I'm going to home school our preschooler. The preschools here are just way too expensive to be able to send him to one. It's like the price of a car payment, and I just can't see paying that when I can easily teach him at home the same things he'll learn 2 days a week at a preschool for 2 hours that's run more like a daycare. Why would I pay for daycare for my kids while I'm home anyways. So starting Monday this living room will be a classroom during the baby's nap. I'm really excited about it. I feel like it will bring me and my preschooler closer together and he'll have a lot of fun.

Priceless....

Watching your baby take his first steps.... Your kids giving you a hug or kiss for no reason..... Watching their faces light up on Christmas morning when they noticed Santa came..... Watching your kids play when they don't know your watching... Watching a movie with your family and laughing the whole time.... Eating a hot meal with your husband when all the kids are in bed..... Sleeping through the night....... A hot shower...........(uninterrupted!) Getting a call from a friend you haven't talked to in a while...... Hearing your husband say I love you..... Your baby saying mamma and reaching for you...... These are some of my favorite things.....and they are all priceless.....and they are all about my family. The best things in life are right in this house with me and they make every day a great day for me. Every day I get to be my kids mom, and my husband's wife is a great day. I thank god for my kids. They have shown me that simple things are the best things in life.....you don't have to be rich, or famous, when your kids are your biggest fans. You're their hero if you want to be and they'll always look up to you. Friends and family are my world and all the little things aren't important. So just let the bad things go and enjoy your kids while you can.

Being away from home for the last 6 years now has been really hard on me. I am a really family oriented person and I always have been. I love my family, all of them, and I love spending time with all of them. With the military and all of our moves you learn that "your friends are your family, and your family is your friends." In some cases that was true. You see your friends way more, you celebrate with them, you cry with them, you watch their kids grow....at least until one of you moves away. You gain some lifelong friendships and another name to add to your Christmas card list every year. But to me friends will never replace my family, but they will be added to my family. It's hard when you go to see your family and your kids don't recognize any of them, they don't know their names, or really who they are at all. But friends are like "aunts" and "uncles" and "cousins". We've been away from home for so long now and deep down it kills me. I hate that I only get to see my mom like twice a year. I hate that every time we go home our kids have doubled in size since the last time everyone saw them. I do have the most amazing friends here and I know I would miss them terribly if we left, or if any of them left. With the military though you learn that goodbyes just mean new hello's. I think that's why I have a hard time getting close to people because I always feel like as soon as we get close one of us has to say goodbye. It would be nice to settle down somewhere for a while and actually send our kids to the same school for more than one year, and let them make friends and keep them. I wish I could just move everyone I loved into the same little town somewhere so I could see all of them as often as I wanted to. But that's not life. Life is all about the people you love so hold on to them when you can, and miss them when they are gone, and pray that you'll have the time to spend with them. Love your friends like family, and treasure your family....even when they drive you crazy. Life wouldn't be life without them.

Holey Shoes......

I was looking at my shoes the other day, and let me tell you they've seen better days. But I know I'm cheap and I hate to spend money on myself. We just bought the kids brand new shoes for school that I swear cost more money than 3 of my shoes total. (They like name brand already at 3 and 5 years old). We have the money, I could go out and buy myself a pair of shoes and it wouldn't be a big deal. So I've been trying to figure out why I haven't done it. I go to look for shoes, but I usually end up seeing something for my kids and I get that instead. Even when I had a bit extra money and I said I would spend it on me, I spent 90% of it on my kids. They always come first....even when I don't try to put them first. I go to look for clothes and I come out with a whole new wardrobe for them when I'm still wearing clothes from high school (only 6 years ago). I just think it's so interesting how I always put the kids first. It's like when you finally get a date with your husband and you go out to dinner, you spend the entire time talking about your kids. It's your only time away from them and yet it's like they are right there with you. Life revolves around your kids. They drive you crazy, eat all the food in the house, spend all your money, and yet you can't get enough of making them happy. So you go without things just so your kids can have more of what they want. Even if you don't have to go without you still do because instead of thinking about yourself at the store, you think about your kids. I don't understand why some people don't put their kids first. I would rather walk around with holey shoes and watch my kids face light up when they get to wear their new shoes and get that toy they wanted, or take them to the baseball game. Besides.....my feet are the same size they were years ago so I can wear my shoes out. My kids outgrow shoes faster than we can buy them new ones. I think that's why I want them to have everything since they are only little once.

Life....

Life gives you many opportunities. It's really up to you how you see them when they come your way. A lot of situations you could look at it two different ways, one as something horrible, and the other as an opportunity to learn something. Say you're sitting there with your grandfather, or grandmother, or great uncle...someone more elderly, and they are talking up a storm. You can look at it one of two ways and they way you'll look at it will determine how your day is going to be. You can look at it like "oh my god, will he ever shut up....this is so boring. Why do I have to sit here?" and then you can halfway listen as the minutes tick by super slow and it can just bring your whole day down. Then I'm sure you'll complain about it for weeks to come about how boring this person is. Or you can actually listen to the person talking. If you actually sit and listen, and ask questions I'm sure that person has so many interesting stories about "the good ol' days" and things that happened in the past. You may even find that the time flies by quicker than you wanted it to and you'll learn a lot about the person. It could even make your day a great one. You only have so much time with people.....as sad as it is you do. And you don't want to be the one at the funeral listening to stories about them thinking to yourself "wow....he was a pretty amazing person. I wish I'd gotten to know him more." Because then it's too late. I think we should all look at life on the positive side of things as much as we can because we might miss something great and we probably won't be able to get it back.

Ol Wives Tales

So all this week I have had several friends tell me old wives tales to tell me whether I'm having a boy or a girl and the verdict is......It's either a boy or a girl. lol. It's so confusing. One I heard was that you don't get morning sickness with girls because they are more peaceful to carry.....well if that's true I'm having a girl! I had morning sickness horribly with all three of the boys.....for more than 50% of the time pregnant....it was rough. I also heard though the exact opposite of that. So who knows...maybe everyone is different with how they carry the babies and the symptoms that they experience. Another one I heard is that if it's a girl she is known to "steal your beauty" while you are pregnant.....but I had that symptom with all the boys too. I mean they are gorgeous boys, so maybe they stole my beauty as well. I just never felt real pretty while I was pregnant though. So all this talk and I'm still just as uncertain about the sex of the baby. I guess I'll just say it's either a boy or a girl. All I do know is that this pregnancy is completely different than all three of my last ones so deep down in my heart I really think it's a girl.....but that could be because I really want it to be a girl.

When I was growing up all I ever knew for sure was that I wanted to be a mom someday. That was my main goal. I played with dolls and barbies all day, naming them, and dressing them in a whole bunch of pretty outfits. I didn't want to have a career, or be famous...I just wanted to be someone's mom. To feel the love that only a child can give, so sweet, and sincere. I'm now the mom of 3 boys, and our 4th baby is on the way and I'm actually a little scared. I love my boys so much, they are amazing, but wow adding a 4th one is all of a sudden starting to scare me. Being a mom is the world's toughest job, and anyone who claims otherwise isn't a mom. You learn to multi-task at every moment of the day. You are a nurse, a maid, a chef, a chaeufer, a photographer....you break up battles, and pick up toys, play games. Your whole life changes when you have a baby and it never stops from the moment they are born. I know I have so much more coming. My oldest is only 5 going on 6.....I'm just in awe thinking about what is yet to come still. When they are babies and crying all day you can't wait to get through that phase and maybe have things a little easier, but once they start walking and talking it never stops. The days seem to fly by with all the sports and toys and fights, and laughs. Life is amazing and crazy all wrapped into one kid....and when there is more than one kid things really get crazy! Being a mom is the best job in the world, even if it's the toughest job. Because as stressed out as the days get it makes it all worth it at the end of the day when you look at your babies sleeping........no matter how old they get!

Something I learned

Something that I learned over the weekend is that there are two different kinds of people in this world. One group of people thinks about others and how they feel, and the other group only thinks about themselves and worries about them and them alone. We were at a baseball game this weekend and we were sitting on the lawn in a pretty open area. There were a few people around us, but not too many. Then all of a sudden a couple and their daughter come up and stand at the fence directly in front of us. They saw us, they looked back and saw that we were sitting there, and they just didn't care. They blocked the way anyways. We have 3 kids with us and we're trying to watch the game and we can't see anything. So eventually we moved since it was raining and when we came back we saw they were still standing there so we sat away from them a little bit in an area where we could see. So then about 10 minutes later they leave and come back, not to the spot they were at, but to a spot directly in front of us again blocking our view once again. We were a little irritated, but the boys seemed to have fun anyways. Then they were doing fireworks after the game to celebrate the 4th of July. We had to move since our seats were blocked by a tree, so we moved and sat down by some other people when a couple of teenage kids came and stood directly in front of us blocking the view of the fireworks completely. My husband got up and asked them to move. We missed the game, we weren't about to let the kids miss the fireworks as well. It's our youngest son's first 4th of July, and first time seeing fireworks. Well they moved, but they did not look happy about it. By this point I was thinking very low of people in general. But after watching people try to leave the parking lot after the fireworks was a whole other matter. Now like I said before some people are polite and they do think about others. You'll see them waving people in and it delays them a bit but they still help and let other's ahead of them. But then you'll see the cars that push and shove their way through the traffic, or go around all the cars waiting in line to get there a whole 5 seconds sooner. We weren't in a hurry, the kids fell asleep two minutes into being in the car. So we just sat with the windows down waiting for the parking lot to clear out. If everyone would have let just one person out and waited in line it probably would have been a lot faster. But there are those people that are just out for themselves and ready to get themselves ahead that they don't think about the people that they pushing past.

Just a thought

Yesterday we were driving around and we saw a funeral recession line led by police escorts on motorcycles. I actually got teary eyed even though I have no idea who's funeral it was, or any of the family members. The line had about 10 cars in it, it wasn't that long, but it still really got to me. I think about all of the people that have been in my life that I have lost, and remembered how I felt on the days of the funerals. I remember watching the news once listening to a hurst driver talking about how rude some people in other cars can be when they are behind the funeral lines. He said he's actually had people honk at him and flip him off because he was driving so slow. I couldn't believe hearing that. How would they feel if they were one of the family members in the car in line and people were honking at them. It's hard when you loose someone close to you and that's really the last thing that you need on a day like that. I want to teach my kids to show respect to those who have lost family or friends, the day is hard enough on them. I think I'll always tear up a little whenever I hear about a death, or see a funeral line, and even when I pass a cemetary. It's someone's loved one, and someone is missing them.