Saturday, February 28, 2009
Jacob
Today we raised over $2000 for Jacob! His parents have came up with 10k, so we have 3k left to raise until Tuesday. I'm sure we can do it. Keep your fingers crossed and keep Jacob in your prayers. May God Bless and God Keep!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Take Notes
'Ladies, the market is up today and there may be a light at the end of the tunnel… the new Fed chief, Ben Bernake, sees 2010 as “a year for recovery.” Unfortunately, that means few new purchases between now and then. Your best move might be taking down your 2008 Hampton’s Facebook pictures and hope noone notices that you’re wearing the same Eres bathing suit in this year’s pics. That, and this year’s pictures will mostly be in NC and not NYC!!!!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Courtney
Courtney had surgery today to repair her intestines. It went well. When I last spoke to her she was in a tremendous amount of pain. She said that being away from her babies for nearly a week has been more painful than her actual health crisis.
I have enjoyed having the girls around. They know how to make me giggle. I can't get enough of my neices.
Thanks for the emails and calls re: Courtney. It's very nice to know that she has a lot of people (my fanclub) that is praying for her. Thank You all.
Bake Sale Saturday for Jacob! Who's participating???
I have enjoyed having the girls around. They know how to make me giggle. I can't get enough of my neices.
Thanks for the emails and calls re: Courtney. It's very nice to know that she has a lot of people (my fanclub) that is praying for her. Thank You all.
Bake Sale Saturday for Jacob! Who's participating???
My Favorite....
.......Flower would be the Stephanotis. It's from Madagascar Africa and is usually used in many bridal bouquets. It's a bright white flower in the shape of stars. Very pretty and delicate.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Did you even have time to miss me??
After arriving in Sun Valley on Friday, my brother called to inform us that Courtney was at the ER and was very ill. Saturday he called to tell us that she has infection throughout her abdominal cavity and will be in the hospital for an entire week being treated with antibiotics. Once the infection is gone, she will have to undergo surgery to fix the tear in her intestines. The Doctors believe that food got trapped in her intestines and it then absessed. After seeing her yesterday, she looks horrible. She is on Morphine and is still in a great deal of pain. Pray for her, please.
Sun Valley was and is still beautiful. I will make plans to go back asap. We weren't able to do a lot of skiing. We did do some snowmobiling which was a ton of fun. We met some interesting characters there to say the least.
I will fill you in on more later, but I have 5 little demanding ladies who are ready to get their party started---A big birthday party at the skating ring! I have them dressed as if it were the 80's!!! We only had to go to walmart for the fab finds!!!!
The Oscars are tonight :) Yay!
Sun Valley was and is still beautiful. I will make plans to go back asap. We weren't able to do a lot of skiing. We did do some snowmobiling which was a ton of fun. We met some interesting characters there to say the least.
I will fill you in on more later, but I have 5 little demanding ladies who are ready to get their party started---A big birthday party at the skating ring! I have them dressed as if it were the 80's!!! We only had to go to walmart for the fab finds!!!!
The Oscars are tonight :) Yay!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Me
I'm actually feeling much better today. Yay!
My family and I are headed out to Sun Valley Idaho tommorrow afternoon for an impromptu Ski trip. I haven skiied in a while. I'm sure I'll be sitting through a few clinics!
I will fill you all in when I return.
Miss me
XoXo,
Amaya
My family and I are headed out to Sun Valley Idaho tommorrow afternoon for an impromptu Ski trip. I haven skiied in a while. I'm sure I'll be sitting through a few clinics!
I will fill you all in when I return.
Miss me
XoXo,
Amaya
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Once a cheater always a cheater
Is that really so I wonder?
And if it is, why is it so?
Is one afflicted by the syndrome of the grass is greener in someone else's yard?
Or is it just the inability to know what one wants?
Maybe an addiction to the thrill of the chase that wears off once it's no longer there.
After all, it is in human nature to want what you can't have.
Could it be a form of Gluttony?
I want my cake and eat it too.
And if this is an affliction how did it come about?
Could it be a result of a bad experience?
A bitter end to an even more bitter marriage.
A bitchy girlfriend or consequence of an unbearable heartbreak that subconsciously won't allow one to get too attached to someone.
And as an affliction is there absolutely no cure for it?
The romantics would say that love conquers all.
The realists would say love has its work cut out for it.
What do the rest of us say?
I say that if "once a cheater, always a cheater" is a sentence without the possibility of parole or redemption, life is pretty grim
And if it is, why is it so?
Is one afflicted by the syndrome of the grass is greener in someone else's yard?
Or is it just the inability to know what one wants?
Maybe an addiction to the thrill of the chase that wears off once it's no longer there.
After all, it is in human nature to want what you can't have.
Could it be a form of Gluttony?
I want my cake and eat it too.
And if this is an affliction how did it come about?
Could it be a result of a bad experience?
A bitter end to an even more bitter marriage.
A bitchy girlfriend or consequence of an unbearable heartbreak that subconsciously won't allow one to get too attached to someone.
And as an affliction is there absolutely no cure for it?
The romantics would say that love conquers all.
The realists would say love has its work cut out for it.
What do the rest of us say?
I say that if "once a cheater, always a cheater" is a sentence without the possibility of parole or redemption, life is pretty grim
Sunday, February 08, 2009
I hate going to the gas station.
I would rather go to the dentist and get a tooth removed with a rusty screwdriver than go to the gas station. I would rather go to the gynecologist and get a pap smear with a cactus than go to the gas station. I would rather be forced watch “Fox News” for 12 hours straight than go to the gas station.
I hate the gas station.
Why?
Because it’s one place that I have no idea what I’m doing. This is embarrassing to admit, but I didn’t know how to pump my own gas until I was 21 years old. I still don’t know how to check my oil. Change a tire. Monitor my transmission fluid.
I’m not a lump of inarticulate and uneducated waste. When it’s a topic I want to learn about- I learn. If I’m clueless about something that I feel matters- I will read up on it until I feel confident. Anything involving cars or car maintenance has never made my list of ‘Things I feel so strongly about learning, I’m willing to put down my copy of Instyle or Glamour and cruise on over to the gas station for an impromptu tutorial on car servicing”.
Last week I was driving home and noticed my ‘check oil’ light had come on. I responsibly detoured to the nearest gas station and pulled the lever to pop my hood. My young gas attendant came over and fiddled. And fiddled. And fiddled. And he could not figure out how to lift the hood. He asked me to show him where the ‘latch’ was.
I panicked.
Do I say “I don’t know how to open it”, do I pretend that I do and hope all my stored up karma points get cashed in and I miraculously find it, or do I suddenly pretend my phone is ringing and faux talk on the phone while making apologetic glances? Thankfully I didn’t have to make a choice, another attendant came over to help them. Then they asked me, “What kind of oil do you use?”, which my brain translated into “hdfakhbvweroiuvxd asdjkfhsriuy vbxakljfhasdlh?”. It made that much sense. I hedged my bets and said ‘regular’. They could have filled my car with apple juice, I wouldn’t have known the difference.
I drove away feeling itchy. (That’s been a new stress reaction- hives. Which? Are charming. With my luck the next thing on the list will be full-on body rashes, with a touch of pink eye just for giggles). It’s not so much that I hate not knowing what’s going on at the gas station (and yes, I realize that knowing what type of oil my car gets is NOT like having to master quantum physics- this knowledge is within my grasp), it’s that I hate the idea that I’m re-enforcing the stereotype of the dumb blonde who knows nothing about cars. I might as well have twirled my hair around my finger and giggled like Paris Hilton at the gas station.
Perhaps I need to get that tutorial after all. And I may swing by and pick up my gas station attendant to come with, because I think he could use it too.
I would rather go to the dentist and get a tooth removed with a rusty screwdriver than go to the gas station. I would rather go to the gynecologist and get a pap smear with a cactus than go to the gas station. I would rather be forced watch “Fox News” for 12 hours straight than go to the gas station.
I hate the gas station.
Why?
Because it’s one place that I have no idea what I’m doing. This is embarrassing to admit, but I didn’t know how to pump my own gas until I was 21 years old. I still don’t know how to check my oil. Change a tire. Monitor my transmission fluid.
I’m not a lump of inarticulate and uneducated waste. When it’s a topic I want to learn about- I learn. If I’m clueless about something that I feel matters- I will read up on it until I feel confident. Anything involving cars or car maintenance has never made my list of ‘Things I feel so strongly about learning, I’m willing to put down my copy of Instyle or Glamour and cruise on over to the gas station for an impromptu tutorial on car servicing”.
Last week I was driving home and noticed my ‘check oil’ light had come on. I responsibly detoured to the nearest gas station and pulled the lever to pop my hood. My young gas attendant came over and fiddled. And fiddled. And fiddled. And he could not figure out how to lift the hood. He asked me to show him where the ‘latch’ was.
I panicked.
Do I say “I don’t know how to open it”, do I pretend that I do and hope all my stored up karma points get cashed in and I miraculously find it, or do I suddenly pretend my phone is ringing and faux talk on the phone while making apologetic glances? Thankfully I didn’t have to make a choice, another attendant came over to help them. Then they asked me, “What kind of oil do you use?”, which my brain translated into “hdfakhbvweroiuvxd asdjkfhsriuy vbxakljfhasdlh?”. It made that much sense. I hedged my bets and said ‘regular’. They could have filled my car with apple juice, I wouldn’t have known the difference.
I drove away feeling itchy. (That’s been a new stress reaction- hives. Which? Are charming. With my luck the next thing on the list will be full-on body rashes, with a touch of pink eye just for giggles). It’s not so much that I hate not knowing what’s going on at the gas station (and yes, I realize that knowing what type of oil my car gets is NOT like having to master quantum physics- this knowledge is within my grasp), it’s that I hate the idea that I’m re-enforcing the stereotype of the dumb blonde who knows nothing about cars. I might as well have twirled my hair around my finger and giggled like Paris Hilton at the gas station.
Perhaps I need to get that tutorial after all. And I may swing by and pick up my gas station attendant to come with, because I think he could use it too.
Friday, February 06, 2009
Fast Train to Sickville
Actually, I'm lost in Sickville. I took the fast train here on tuesday and woke-up lost in this miserable town on Friday. Aches, pains, nasal drip that looks like cream of chicken soup...what, too much? You should see the green oysters!!!
All I need is some decent sleep and I know I will feel better. However. The nose wouldn't let me sleep on last night and the whine inducing aches and pains of my body wouldn't let me sleep on thursday night. Last night the Vicodin I took helped, but not much. (Note to self: take my last two Vicodin tonight.)
Today, it will be me, Zicam, Flonase, my fluffy pink cashmere robe and two sweatshirts, and a marathon of The West Wing. (Good show, don't know why I didn't watch it more when it was originally on. Probably because I wasn't home, but whatever.) Oh, and I also have the second season of Weeds. Truly, my brain has been sitting like the mushy, mushness it has become since Christmas. Good brain. Zombies, stay away. Big Day tommorrow.
All I need is some decent sleep and I know I will feel better. However. The nose wouldn't let me sleep on last night and the whine inducing aches and pains of my body wouldn't let me sleep on thursday night. Last night the Vicodin I took helped, but not much. (Note to self: take my last two Vicodin tonight.)
Today, it will be me, Zicam, Flonase, my fluffy pink cashmere robe and two sweatshirts, and a marathon of The West Wing. (Good show, don't know why I didn't watch it more when it was originally on. Probably because I wasn't home, but whatever.) Oh, and I also have the second season of Weeds. Truly, my brain has been sitting like the mushy, mushness it has become since Christmas. Good brain. Zombies, stay away. Big Day tommorrow.
Monday, February 02, 2009
What a weekend!
My Steelers won the Superbowl and I couldn't be happier. I spent most of my Sunday in the hospital with daddy at the hospital. He's not doing so well. Send him lots of positive chi!
XOXOXOXO,
Amaya
XOXOXOXO,
Amaya
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