You have a "right" to smoke

[this is much more serious than my usual posts. I feel a need to get this out there. I will try to back to my usual crafty, fun self sometime.]

And you have a right to risk your health.

But do you have the right to put your loved ones through the hell that is dying of lung cancer?

Do you have the right to ask someone you love to clean you after you soil yourself because you lost the use of your lower body because of the cancer eating your spine?

Do you have the right to make your children's last memories of you ones in which you are screaming at them in pain as they turn you in the bed to prevent pressure wounds?

Do you have the right to make them listen helplessly to you struggle for breath, turning blue and fighting for even the smallest stream of air?

Do you have the right to hurt them to the core because while they are struggling to care for you, you can't even remember who they are because your brain is eaten away with cancer?

Do you have the right to ask your loved ones to give up their lives to nurse you?

Do you have the right to heap guilt on the heads on those same loved ones because they have families of their own that they have to take care of and work of their own to do and thus are pulled in multiple directions and no matter what they do someone is getting neglected?

Do you really think you can't quit? Or do you just not want to struggle though it? Do you love cigarettes more than your family? Do you want them to fully believe that you love the cigarettes more than them?

Sure you can smoke two packs a day and die at age 99 in your sleep. Odds are, however, that someone you love is going to have to nurse you as you die of a smoking related disease.  Or pay through the nose for someone else to do it for them.

Do you really want to do that to the people who love you, to those children you say you love more than life itself, those grandchildren you say you would do anything for?

Smoking NEVER just affects you, and it goes far beyond the dangers of second hand smoke.

Just think about it.

First Day of School

Monday was the first day of school, so here are the annual pictures!

The traditional " see how tall you have gotten" in front of the door picture.

It was so humid my camera lens fogged up!!!

Our new bus stop is down the street, instead of on our own corner! This will take some getting used to! 

Still humid and fogging up the camers lens!

Happy at the new bus stop!

Birthday Girl

Today is Littlest's Fourth Birthday!

So I am celebrating with a little photo documentary of her celebration.

She wanted a LaLaLoopsie cake!

Waiting to blow out the candles.

I'm Four!!!!!

Road Runner

Posts will be spotty and few between for a while. My Mom, who some of you will remember from Confessions, has been ill. In trying to find out what was wrong with her the Doctors discovered that her lung cancer had moved into her brain.
I am burning up the roads between her town and mine so that I can take care of her and the rest of my family.  Luckily we only live about and hour and half from my parents.  They still live in the house that I grew up in so that's kind of cool.

Stress and tempers are high. I just got in a fight with  my Dad, who I never ever fight with. If fact my Mom complains that I never get mad or upset with him only her. I actually hung up on him. He was being such an ass. Of course, so was I. It only goes to show how we have to be careful with each other.

To add to the stress, two of my girls are sick. Middlest stayed home today so I couldn't go to my parents and take care of them. Dad is having to do it all on his own. I think that contributed to the tantrum we both threw argument we had.

I am going to have to suck it up and put on my big girl pants and call and apologize.

Life could be better right now.

Yay! It's time to Confess!

It's that time again.

Time for Friday Confessions



I Confess...
I am so thankful to Mamarazzi and Glamazon for hosting this weekly link, it is my favorite day (sometimes the only day) to post. Thank you ladies!!!

I Confess...
I have a weird psychic link with Mojo. Earlier this week I had Swingin' on a Star stuck in my head, for no apparent reason. Come to find out Mojo put Hudson Hawk on his iPad that day at his office.  Weird and a little creepy!

I Confess...

That I moved the pineapple plantation outdoors. I was cool with it until little gnatty bugs started flying up out of the stupid organic soil that Mojo bought for them. Which leads me to...

I Confess...

That the whole "Organic" thing bugs the crap out of me! An apple is by its very nature organic! I get that it's better not to put all the crap in our ecosystem and bodies, but I just hate the organic police. I am feeding a family of five, price matters too! And just how good for you can processed goldfish and mac n cheese actually be?

I Confess...

That I too fudge my to do list. BUT I have an excuse. I am highly distractab.... oooooh look something shiny! WAIT, no, where was I? Oh yeah, I often get distracted from one task to do something else that I see that is simply screaming to be done. So when I do something not on the list, I write in in and cross it out in one fell swoop. Yesterday I doubled my list doing that. I do go back and finish whatever I was originally doing, because I wrote it down on the list so I wouldn't forget.

I Confess...

Because of the aforementioned distractibility I suspect that I may or may not have adult ADD. That or I just have the attention span of a gnat. or a magpie. Your pick.

I further Confess...

That I often leave my list nonchalantly laying out on the counter where Mojo might just happen to see it and see all the things I have accomplished that day.

I Confess...

I started my first Mod- Podge project yesterday. It may or may not get tossed in the trash. We'll see. We will also see if I actually finish it.

I Confess...

That I made a heroic effort and did not say "I told you so" to my parents earlier this week. I did however do the I told you so dance all over the kitchen as soon as I hung the phone up. This makes me a bad bad person because I told my Mom she was too sick to make a long road trip and that I thought it was a bad idea. She had to stop the first day and turn around and come back. So after I did the dance I felt like I was celebrating my Moms ill health and not the fact that yet again she did not listen to me and yet again I was right! See it even sounds bad!

I Confess...

That these confessions are way random and that is just how I am rolling today!

I Confess...

That I could do this all day, but I am going to plop Littlest into her stroller and take that girlie on a long walk in the cool weather before the blazing heat comes back to eat us all up!

Have a great week end!!!

Jennifer Thursday!!!

Woo Hoo!

Cuteness and frustration

2 nights ago, 2 a.m. , I wake screaming. Clutching my leg, in the worst pain imaginable. It hurts! It hurts to straighten my leg. It hurts to pull my leg up. It hurts to move my foot. Oh my gosh, I have the worst charley horse in the world. Two days later and my calf STILL hurts! What's up with that? I think I scared Mojo half to death waking him up with the screaming and thrashing. Why is my body betraying me like this?

Plus also, all of a sudden my clumsy gene has come out to play again. I tripped on Mojo's foot as he was sitting in the living room. I had the entire room to walk in, and some how I managed to trip on his foot. Which by the way was not hanging out six feet from his body, oh no, it was pulled right up to the chair. How do I do it?

So, the girly-girls are learning about bike and car safety this week at school. According to Middlest she asked the School Counselor who was teaching this lesson, why her father doesn't get in trouble with the police whenever he doesn't wear his seat belt. The Counselor asked Middlest where her father was from. Middlest replied that he was from Canada and the Counselor said that they didn't have seat belts in most cars in Canada!

I have problems with this on soooo many levels!

First, the total ignorance displayed by this woman is appalling. Why is she allowed to teach? Does she think everyone in Canada wears snowshoes and lives in an igloo too?

Second, I believe that Canada had seat belt legislation long before the US did.

Third, why did she ask where Mojo was from? What does that have to do with getting a ticket for not wearing a seat belt?  I thought that the law applied to everyone who is in a car in this state!

Ugh! 


Maybe I'm just over reacting, but this kind of thing really bugs me. Why can't she just say I don't know, or actually understand how the law works before teaching about it. Don't stand in front of kids and "teach" them with misinformation, ignorance and just plain stupidness.

So, now that I am done ranting, here's the cuteness I promised...