Happy Sunday!

Happy Sunday! It's a gorgeous, chilly Fall day in New England - and all is well with the world, cuz our beloved Red Sox kicked ASS last night! Now we just have to do it again tonight and we'll go to the World Series. We take our sports pretty seriously here in New England, and we like to keep everyone on the edge of their seats - I swear they purposely lose a few games just to keep the anticipation going for as long as possible! Plus, it's just more fun like this - who wants to just win the first four games in a row? BORING! So - GO SOX!!!

Last night we had a fire in our fireplace, and it was just lovely. I love the fireplace. We refuse to turn our heat on until at LEAST November 1. So we have a space-heater (electric) in the living room, and if we keep it on "medium" all night, it keeps the house at about 61-62 degrees. With the fire roaring last night, it was 68 in here. Damn near tropical! Cassidy is the only one who complains, which cracks me up - she'll come downstairs half-naked wearing boxer shorts and a tank top and she'll say "OH MY GOD, I'm FREEZING!" Well, half-naked girl, go put some damn clothes on! LOL Of course, she thinks we're just mean and cheap.

Trevor update: Trevor has been doing great since he switched schools. His attitude has improved tremendously - it's like this weight was lifted from him and he isn't as anxious and ready for a fight as he was before. He talks positively about his school and always has good things to say when he gets home and we ask him how his day went. He's just been a more pleasant kid to be around, you can tell HE is much happier, and that means so much to me. I will continue to keep you updated on his progress.

Kittens, anyone? My cousin Angela's cat gave birth to 6 kittens the other night. This is the 2nd litter of kittens within the past few months, and she is getting the mama cat-whore fixed ASAP. But in the meantime - there are 6 little black fuzzy Q-T pies that will need homes in about 8 weeks - hey, JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS!!! Come on, you know you want one... or two... or six.... hee hee She threatened to give one to Cassidy for Christmas, but Jeremy will never allow her to come drink dark beer and Smirnoff Ice's with us again, so I have a feeling she won't follow through with that threat. LOL Seriously, though, we have to find these little furballs a home, so please let me know if you want one or know anyone who does!

How about this election? Are you all as freaking sick to death of hearing about Palin-the-beauty-queen and Obama Bin Baden as I am? I don't know about you, but every stinkin' election year, I'm so sick of it all that I really don't care WHO wins, as long as they all shut the hell up! I haven't been happy with our choices since Bill Clinton was in office, and I would have voted for Hillary just to get him back, to be honest. Let's face it, whoever wins has GOT to be better than the current dolt we have running our country - and I use the word "running" very loosely, and in lieu of a more realistic verb (think "destroying" or "ruining").

Bought my first jar of "eye wrinkle cream" yesterday - Oil of Olay, of course - and yeah, it was a little bit traumatic. WRINKLE CREAM, people. And what's up with one side of your face (well, my face, anyway) aging worse than the other? My left side is NOT my good side. It's weird! I have small wrinkles on the corner of my left eye (note to self: STOP SMILING SO DAMN MUCH - can't you just be normal and miserable, goddamnit?), and another "age spot" on my upper left cheek, under the offending eye. I do not like them. I like my freckles, and I've never been one to say things like "ohmygod I HATE my.... eyes/ears/hair/smile/etc." I'm no Miss America, but I'm content with how I look. OK, OK, I don't like the fat. But I've even made my peace with that, to tell you the truth. It comes off when I make it. I have to work to make it. I don't always feel like working to make it, so I still have some. My fault, so I have accepted it. I lost 40 pounds a little over a year ago, and I only put a few of them back on (and they usually creep up around my period, when I feel like I could gnaw my own arm off if I didn't have chocolate and salt) - but I need to lose another 40. My father died when he was 44. He was a drug addict, but heart disease runs in his family and the drugs only exacerbated it. My cousin Bonnie, my dad's sister Judy's daughter, dropped dead on Mother's Day, 2003, when she was only 38 years old. Massive heart attack. She left behind a husband and 2 small children, who are just about the same ages as my own kids. So let's just say I'm not oblivious to the health risks of being overweight. I have never smoked cigarettes, and I'm not a drug addict. I'm not even a drinker, really - I only have 4-5 drinks maybe a few times per year. More when Angela comes over. hee hee But anyway, I'm a pretty content person. But I do NOT like these wrinkles and "age spots". ICK. GO AWAY! I have to admit, if I was a rich girl (la la la la la la la la la la laaaa .... go Gwen), I would not be against getting a couple innocent little collagen injections around my eyes. But I'm not, and I can think of about, oh, a bazillion other more important things to save/spend my money on, so I have no plans for cosmetic surgery or "improvements" any time soon. So I'll stick with the $15-a-jar-wrinkle cream for now, and pray to all that is holy that it works. Or stop smiling. But I don't think I can do that - I've been smiling for 37 years, that's a long-ass habit to try to break - and truthfully, between you and me, I think the wrinkles are worth it. They're a small price to pay for being happy, right?

Well I've rambled on long enough - you may go about your leisurely Sunday now. I'm going to stamp some more, I've been on a roll lately. Peace and GO SOX!!

Apple pickin' and stuff!

First off, a look at the foliage around my house right now:

A beautiful tree in front of my house:

Today we went apple-picking! My cousin Angela and her 2 adorable kids met us there. I got a jar of hot pepper relish to make a dip for crackers, a jar of dill pickles cuz Cassidy wanted 'em, and a big ol' bag of apples we picked. Oh yeah, and a dozen cider donuts. The kids had cider, too. We had a good time - the weather was gorgeous, a perfect fall day. And the scenery was stunning. See for yourself!
Some foliage at the apple orchard:

My nutty daughter jumping into the picture as I
try to take a picture of the landscape:
Some pretty flowers that I didn't bother buying, because
they would have died as soon as I tried to water them or something.
I do NOT have a green thumb, so I just admire from a distance:
My cousin Angela and her kids -
Anthony is 4 and Siiri is 2.

Anthony, almost smiling:

Siiri, enjoying her cider donut:
Cassidy carrying Siiri:
Me and Angela - funny picture, cuz she's actually much taller than me!
My little monkey:
My other monkey:
The results:
Cassidy took this cool picture of the bag of cider
donuts that we bought! LOL

This is a picture of the Old Stone Church in West Boylston, on our drive home from the orchard. The Old Stone Church is the last of what was left of a section of West Boylston that was flooded and turned into the Wachusett Reservoir in 1905.
This is a popular spot for photographers, for everything from weddings to senior pictures, to just amateur photography.
So that was how we spent our day off today! I came home and made apple cake and apple crisp, and they both came out yummy. I just threw a frozen pizza in the oven (Oh but not just ANY frozen pizza, no - it's a DiGiorno GARLIC BREAD pepperoni pizza.... drool.....) and I am done for the day, baby. Back to work tomorrow. Peace!

Happy Sunday!

I absolutely love 3-day weekends. They are even better than vacations, in a way, because there is no pressure to have to DO something or GO somewhere. I'm a creature of habit - I have my little "weekend routine" - Friday night I either go out or have someone over (usually my cousin Angela) and we just have a couple of drinks. Or I do "stuff" around the house. Saturday morning I do my errands, every single Saturday morning. They know me by name at the post office - my husband teases me about that. I can think of worse places to be known by name, though, so I tell him to count his freaking blessings. So anyway - Saturday afternoons I usually clean and organize and catch up on laundry, and then at night I like to watch Cops and America's Most Wanted. So Sunday is usually the only day to sleep late, relax, stamp, read, whatever. But it's always a little bit bittersweet, cuz I know that Monday is right around the corner and - BAM! Back to reality! So that's why I love 3-day weekends like this one. It's Sunday night, and I've been in my sweats all day - stamping, reading the paper, and helping Cassidy clean her room and change it around a bit. And I have a smile on my face cuz tomorrow I can sleep late and do this all over again.

So anyway - here's some of what I did today. I made a bunch of cards, I wanted to make my cousin a birthday gift (her b-day is next month) - I'm not going to show you all of them because she reads my blog and I want her to be at least a LITTLE surprised. Some of these are part of her gift, and some are not - I won't tell which ones, Ange, you'll just have to wait and see!
This one I made with an adorable image I received from my friend Shelly. I hope she likes what I've done with her!
OK - this one I made for Angela's adorable daughter, Siiri - she's 2 and she loves frogs and the color blue, so I had to make her this:OK so back to my life - Trevor's 2nd day of school went just as well as his first. I'm remaining hopeful and positive about it all, it's all I can do. I'm hoping that the bus starts Tuesday - my plan is to have him call his grandmother around 8:50 if the bus hasn't come by then. She would come give him a ride, thankfully. But hopefully the bus will come. This is going to make my life a lot easier - no more taking my lunch break to go drive Trev home from school. He's already made a couple of friends, and it certainly sounds like the teachers have more patience and the kids have let their guard down a little. I know for Trevor, it got to the point where he went to school prepared for a fight every day - knowing that someone was going to start something. I don't know about you, but I couldn't handle going to work having to feel that way every day. I imagine most of the kids had situations like that from whatever school they came from, and it must be such a relief to finally be able to go to a school where that crap is simply not allowed to even start, never mind escalate to fist-fights.

I've been reminiscing about the past lately and thinking about old friends and all that. It's weird the things that can bring back memories - certain smells, driving down a certain street or past a place where you hung around when you were younger, songs, etc. I was thinking this morning how much I'd love to be able to be a teenager again for one weekend, just one. I wouldn't want to go back to that time in my life permanently - but to experience ONE weekend, and being able to bring with me everything I've learned since then... oh, I'd have so much fun. To have no responsibilities - to be selfish for a couple of days - to just have fun and enjoy life with no worries about bills, kids, families, jobs, etc. A girl can dream, right?

OK - back to reality. I have laundry to do and a dishwasher to load before I can go watch Desperate Housewives. HA! How fitting! ROFL Tomorrow I plan to take the kids apple picking and hopefully get some good Fall foliage pictures to share of you. After all, I live in New England - I couldn't let a season pass without sharing it's beauty with my friends. Peace!

So far, so good!

Trev started his new school yesterday. He was actually excited about it, he's so damn resilient. I took him to TJ Maxx last week and got him some new jeans and a new shirt, so he felt good wearing his new clothes. He walked to his grandparents' house after school and I picked him up there after work, and he was all smiles. I was so relieved. He said that he liked it, that he actually received work that was "challenging" - he enjoyed that. The teachers are more patient. And they do real work - he did a science experiment yesterday, I don't think he's done one of those since 7th grade (he's in 10th), if that. I am really optimistic about this, and I think that Trevor is really going to blossom at this school. He is so capable and he has so many good qualities, if people would take the time to get to know what they are and focus on them to help him bring them out even more.

I have had a headache for 3 days. I get migraines, but I haven't had one in a long time - I lost about 40 pounds a little over a year ago, and they really cut down when I did. I don't know if it was just that I changed my eating habits or what, but it was a very much appreciated side effect, let me tell you. But I also get sinus headaches, and I think that's what this is. By yesterday afternoon at work, I felt like I was going to be sick. It was just pounding. Then I had to bring Trev to our counseling appt. last night, so I couldn't even just come home and lie down. I was sleeping by 9:00 last night, but I woke up with the same damn pounding headache. I took another Ibuprofen and turned off the alarm and went back to bed, thinking maybe if I slept a little more, it'd be gone. Nope. So I drove the kids to school and came home and went back to bed and I slept until almost 12:30!!! I feel better now, but exhausted. I don't have to drive or do anything until 4:00 when I have to pick up Cass. I'll probably be back in bed by 8:00 tonight. The kids don't have school tomorrow, so Cassidy is sleeping over a friend's house. That means it will be quiet here with just me and Trev.

Here's to hoping that Trevor's 2nd day was just as good as his first, and that all subsequent days are even better. It's good to see him come home from school smiling. He should be home soon, actually, as Thursdays are "early release days" and they are dismissed at 1:00. He's walking to his grandparents' again and they are driving him home. So I'm going to go throw a load of laundry in and lay on the couch for a bit. Peace!

Remember being a teenager?

Do you remember being a teenager? I mean, do you REALLY? Do you remember how exasperated you felt when life didn't go your way? How you truly believed that LIFE SUCKED because you were grounded for a weekend? Remember thinking that your parents JUST DON'T GET IT?!? hee hee You know what? I truly do. I truly remember feeling that way, and I think it pisses my own kids off even more when I giggle and go, "awwww.... I remember saying that exact same thing!" LOL

I know I have talked a lot about the challenges that my teenagers provide, but I am truly blessed. I would rather have the problems and issues that I do have, than the ones I could have, KWIM (know what I mean, for future reference)? Let me tell you about ME as a teenager. Here I am at age 15, which also happens to be the age I was when I had sex for the first time - not that I had ANY business having sex, but my friends had done it, so I had to do it, too, right? No one really talked to me about sex, I can honestly say that I had no idea about anything - I mean, I knew HOW it was done, but no one ever had the "sex talk" with me. No one ever told me that you should wait until you're married or at least in love. You see, my mom was a total opposite of me and never even dreamed that it would be an issue at 15 years old. Yeah, look at me - I'm so angelic, am I not?

Please note the handcuff earring hanging off one ear, and the Bon Jovi tusk-thing hanging off the other. And yes, I believe that was some type of Motley Crue devil sign I was flashing. I had no idea what it meant, I just thought I was cool. Here I am again, lower-left corner, that awesome jean jacket I had on was signed by the members of Poison. God, I was so cool. *sigh*Right around this time, my father had left our family and we found out that he was a cocaine addict with a heart problem worsened by his addiction. I refused to speak to him. My mom had to get a job working nights, third shift, because it pays the best, in order to support herself and her 3 children. One night when I was about this age, my cousin Angela (who is also one of my BFF's and has been since we were in diapers), decided in our infinite wisdom to sneak out of the house after my mom had left for work and go to meet a boy who I had a crush on. It was a good mile or two away, in a not-so-great-area of the city. On our way back, it was probably about 2:00 in the morning, and we saw a cop driving up the street. We hid in the bushes, because we were afraid of getting caught being out so late without permission. The cops thought that we were staking out houses to rob and had their flashlights aimed at us and PULLED THEIR GUNS OUT demanding that we make ourselves seen. When the 2 of us little girls came crawling out of the bushes, they had to restrain themselves from laughing. They wouldn't give us a ride home, either. LOL They scolded us and sent us walkin' home. This is me and Angela a few years later, when we were about 19 and 20:

I know Angela is going to be thrilled to see this picture of herself on my blog. hee hee Now that we are moms - me of teenagers, her of little ones, she sneaks over here some Friday nights with a stock of Grape Smirnoff's while my kids are either out or hiding in their rooms and hers are home with her hubby, and we look at old pictures and talk and laugh, and it's so much fun.

Anyway, back to me and my troublesome teen years. I was a little shit. I skipped school, I drank and had sex way too young, and I felt lost and alone a lot of the time. I was confused, and I didn't have the kind of relationship with my mom that I would go to her with my questions or problems. I had friends who ran away, who were abused and neglected. I had friends who started doing cocaine and other drugs at 15, 16 years old and who never stopped. I had friends who were raped, who got pregnant. Friends who had abortions, and friends who had babies. I knew girls who didn't even know who the father of their baby was. I had friends who dropped out of school.

My point in all this - my kids are good kids. They are 13 1/2 and 15 years old and so far, the only trouble they've given me is back-talking and Trevor's "social" issues, mostly caused by Asperger's. I really am lucky - but not really. I think it's more than luck. I think I am a pretty damn good parent, actually. Cuz you know what? It is NOT easy. There are days when I wish I could quit. Days when I cry and feel like giving up. But then I take my 15-year-old boy to TJ Maxx to get some new pants, and out to lunch, and on the way home he says "Hey mom, thanks for today." Then I go to say goodnight to my 13 1/2 year-old girl and she asks me to rub her back and tells me about what is going on with her friends and school. And I listen to them. And they know I am here for them, always. And I hope that they never, ever forget that. And as I type this, that sweet little girl is irritating the crap out of me. ROFL *sigh* I love being a mom, more than anything else in the world. I just have to keep repeating that to remind myself every now and then.... hee hee

Peace!

Success!

I borrowed this quote from my dear friend Linda's blog, Behind My Red Door:

Success
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children...to leave the world a better place...to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

Isn't that a great quote? I just had to put that up here, because I think it speaks volumes. I hope I live my life this way, and I hope that when I do leave this world, that is how people think of me.

I was looking out my window the other day and thought how pretty the sun looked behind the dark clouds. And then I thought how my life feels like that lately - like the dark clouds keep trying to overshadow me and my sun, but my sun is stronger and keeps shining through. I had to take a picture:

Yesterday I got the official phone call that Trev has been accepted into this school that we visited last week. It was kind of funny, because Trevor went to school yesterday ready to say goodbye to everyone. He brought his ROTC uniform in, etc. Well, around noon-time I got a call from his teacher that he was saying his goodbyes and pretty much doing nothing else, he wasn't participating because "I'm not gonna be here anymore anyway." I had her put him on the phone and I threatened his life. I said "Boy - you are there NOW and those teachers deserve your respect. You WILL participate and get back to business or when you get home today, I will take your PSP and your TV for an entire week - do you understand me?" He said "Yes, mom." His teacher got back on the phone and thanked me and assured me she'd call me back if he continued slacking off. I never heard from her again and when he got home, he said the rest of the day went well. KIDS! But in the meantime, I DID get the call from the special ed chairwoman that everything was a "GO"!

I thought Trevor had a dr. appt. for his physical exam yesterday afternoon - I even left work early to bring him. But when we got there, the receptionist said "Wellll, you have the right TIME - but not the right DAY!" The appt. is on Monday. You know, I'm shocked that I got it confused with how smoothly my life has been going lately... ha ha ha ha ha But anyway, it's all good because we have an appt. Monday at 2:00 to go transfer him to the new school. He is not going to school on Monday, and I am taking a 1/2 day at work. I figured I'd take him out to lunch, then we'll go to the new school and do all the paperwork and stuff. After we get that done, we'll go have his physical done (the new school needs his updated immunization records, etc.) at 3:30. Then he can start on Tuesday. The bus situation might take a few extra days to straighten out, so I might have to ask Jeremy's gram to drive Trevor to school for the first few days, she lives right down the street from it, and I would bring him to her house on my way to work in the morning. Whatever I have to do to make this work, I'll do it.

So I'm really optimistic about this - it's a new beginning for Trev and I think it's going to be good. I have to think positive, you know? The alternative to thinking positive and being optimistic is giving up, and I won't do that. So I'll fill you in next week on how it goes!

Today is National Card Making Day, and I have a whole ME DAY planned! It's 8:30 a.m. right now - as soon as I finish this blog post, I'm going to the post office, Walgreens, CVS, and the eye dr. to pick up Trevor's glasses. Then I'm coming home and putting a corn chowder together in the crock pot for dinner tonight. I have all my "stuff" spread out over the kitchen table waiting for me to come home and start card making - see:


I need to make a bunch of "boy cards" because my 2 Audrey's Umbrella buddies are boys right now, and I want to try my hand at a few more Dirty Shanks. And lastly, here are the 3 cards that I decided to submit to the Paper Crafts World Card Making Day contest:

a Happy Hello - I used crystal effects for the puddles at her feet and the "splashes", you can't see it as well in the photo:

Christmas card - I used some "bling" accents for the ornaments, which you also can't see as well in the photo:
And this is a birthday card, I used buttons and my scallop punch. I loved the colors and simplicity of this one:
So that's it for today, my friends. Have a wonderful weekend - go make or send a card to someone you love or care about! Peace!

Stuff

Well today is a new day and my roller-coaster ride seems to be slowing down. Quite frankly, I hope it stops for a while. I mean, I really like roller-coasters, but I just need a freakin' break here, OK? Actually, the older I get, the LESS I like roller-coasters, something about facing your own mortality and all that, but I digress. Things seem to be falling into place, as they tend to do.

Funny how things happen - Jeremy happened to be home from work yesterday because there was thunder and lightning in New Hampshire. Yes, I know - thunder and lightning? Well, when you work on top of a 300-foot-tall windmill that is basically like a giant lightning rod, they tend to evacuate the premises when lightning appears anywhere within a 60-mile-radius. Thank God. So Jeremy was home yesterday. Yesterday was our appointment at the school that we were looking at for Trev, it's called the Goddard School and it's part of our public school system, but it's actually in another town. So I was thankful that Jeremy was home, so he could come with us.

Trevor was very upset about even going to look at it - he said he wanted to stay at Burncoat and if we made him leave he'd run away, he'd quit school, etc. But when we got there and sat down with Suzanne (a clinician), and she explained to us how the school works, I could see him loosening up. She explained that they earn points for staying in their area, doing what they are supposed to do, and treating their peers with respect and kindness. If they do all that, they have free time every day when they can listen to their iPods, play pool (they have a pool room), hang out with Gus (an adorable golden lab therapy dog), and just hang out with their friends. We went on a tour - and Trevor had a chance to see the kids in the classes - almost all of them looked like him. You see, the classroom he's in now is for kids on all levels of the autism spectrum. And you have to understand that we didn't find out Trev even HAD Asperger's until early this year - so he was 14 1/2 years old. He didn't really accept the diagnosis, because like any teen, his initial reaction was "there is NOTHING WRONG WITH ME." It's hard to explain to him that Asperger's is a form of autism when he shares a classroom with severely autistic children, and he sees that they are so very different from him, and he's right, they are. And so I think he pictured this school as a bigger version of his classroom - with severely autistic children the majority, and kids like him on the high-functioning or Asperger's side of it, as the minority.

But this school is not a school for autistic kids. It's a school for kids with emotional and social problems - and most of them happen to have those problems because of Asperger's, but some don't. And most of them have been through the same types of things that Trev has been through, and their parents have been through what I've been through! Each classroom only has 10 kids in it, and the classes are Math, English, Science, Social Studies, MCAS preparation, Art, Music, and Gym. Their school day goes from 9-3 and he would get door-to-door transportation - I like that because it means he'd be getting home right before me. He'd have to make sure he got up and on the bus in the morning, though, because I leave for work at 6:50 to drop Cassidy off at school (him, too, right now). On Thursdays, they have early release day and they get out at 1:00. Because it's a part of our public school system, he can still participate in certain things - they think it would be fine for him to do the snowboarding club, which he loves and does every year. And it would work out perfect because snowboarding is on Thursdays - so I could pick him up from school on my lunch break and drop him off at Burncoat and he could take the bus up to the mountain with the other kids. Then he'd get the bus back to Burncoat at night and we'd pick him up there. Once we had the tour and Trevor heard this information, he had really come around. Suzanne asked him, "So what do you think, Trevor, are you willing to give it a shot?" and he smiled and nodded his head and said, "Yeah." I was thrilled to hear him be willing to try it out - I had already pretty much made up MY mind by then, but I knew it would be a nightmare if I had to fight him over it or force him to try it.

So - as you can tell, I am already kind of excited about this. Suzanne said she'd fax the special ed chairwoman her recommendation that Trevor go there - there are only 2 slots left, and she was pretty sure that one was in a room that Trevor would feel comfortable in. Most likely, he'll end up there as early as next week. I am really optimistic and would appreciate all of your thoughts and prayers with this. This kid deserves a school that treats him with kindness and respect AND provides him with the education that he needs and has a right to. He wasn't happy to hear that they DO get homework (he doesn't now), but he knows it will be good for him. Keep your fingers crossed for us. Suzanne also assured me that the principals at this school do NOT call you over every little thing, and that the teachers and clinicians deal with stuff for the most part and keep it in school. Only if the kids have a real big problem does the principal get involved. She asked Trevor if he had any questions and his only question was, "are there a lot of fights here?" She said "Nope - I have worked here for a few years and there has NEVER been a fight." I think that might have been the deciding factor for Trev. I think he is sick of having to go to school prepared for a fight every day. What a crappy way to have to spend your day, huh? Waiting for someone to come up behind you and punch you in the head? Jerks. Let me tell you, if I didn't believe in fate, karma, and God, I would not be able to sleep at night without kicking those little punks' asses myself. But I know that they will get what's coming to them, eventually. Children who are bullies and scumbags usually grow up to be grownups who are bullies and scumbags, and that is punishment enough, I guess. I just want MY kid to be safe and happy.

OK so I wanted to share this picture with you, just because I love it. It's me and my friends Amy and Missy. Amy will never see this, because she doesn't even have an E-MAIL ADDRESS! OMG - can you even BELIEVE that? I cannot. I gasped for air for 10 minutes when she told me that. She was like "What? WHAT? Are you OK?" and I was like "What the hell is wrong with you? How can you not even have an e-mail address???" Poor girl. I don't know how she makes it through a day without MySpace and blogging and e-mailing and online shopping and, and, and, and..... *sigh* OK I was doing it again, I was hyperventilating! So anyway, this is us, and even though she doesn't have e-mail, I LOVE Amy cuz I have known her practically since she was born. And yes, Missy, I love you, too. Since I was about 20. hee hee Don't we look fantastic for a bunch of old ladies? ;o) LOL

That's all for now, I'll keep you updated! Peace!