Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Big Ol Brain Fart

So my dh is a med student....which apparently can ruin your brain. LOL This was our conversation yesterday.

Hub: You know how they say "a,e,i,o,u, and sometimes y"....I can't think of a time when it isn't a vowel.
(notice the bold Ys)
Me: You can't? Hmmm...Yesterday....Yellow....Yak....Yolk....YoYo....

Hub: Ok...OK. (feeling stupid)

Me: So was that enough for You?

Hub: Yes. (sulks off)


Wednesday, September 13, 2006

How Does It Look?

My blog that is? I thought it appropriate since we are ocean junkies for the time being. But it was super hard figuring it out on my own...I might have said a bad word or two.

So my Kid Funny does NOT come from my own kids today....it comes from a little boy I babysit. He is 6, with a thick Polish accent (think Dexter from Dexter's Laboratory), and he looks like a 70 yr old man LOL.

He LOVES women!! Seriously, I can sometimes feel him undressing me with his eyes and it is VERY unnerving! He's a sweet little boy but man is he a dirty little thing already.

So he was with his parents on the French side of the island, and they were standing near a group of 3 French women, nearly naked. So this little boy goes over to the women and circles them, drooling, and saying "oh sexy...hot mama" and other things. And before his dad could discipline him, he landed a big wet kiss on one of their butts. His parents were horrified, the women were laughing, and he was being dragged off...tongue to his knees...smiling a drunk little smile.

I am SOOOOOO glad I was not the one with him! But we seriously sit in Time Out 4 or 5 times a week due to him trying to kiss my girls or for calling me Sexy. *sigh* My oldest dd blacked his eye by moving at the very last minute when he closed his eyes and went in for the kiss...he landed in a pucker on a chair with his head. Poor little guy! LOL

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

In Honor of 9/11...

Christopher Hugh Forsythe

Christopher Hugh Forsythe was 44 years old when he died in the Twin Towers 5 years ago this month. He had moved to Basking Ridge, New Jersey, just three years prior, but Chris had worked in places such as Madrid and Mexico before settling in New Jersey. He was originally from Longon, England. Chris worked as a Foreign Exchange Money Broker employed by Cantor Fitzgerald.

It took 3 alarm clocks to wake Chris up in the morning. His wife, Tessie Molina, would tease him about his morning waking habits. Between the two they had two teenagers: Mrs. Molina's son, Jose, and Chris' daughter, Kirsten. The couple mainly spoke Spanish in the home, though it took Chris a while to catch up to Tessie's speed in the language.

You couldn't help but be humbled by all the comments left on various sites on the internet about Chris. One friend, simply labeled Mark, says of Chris and a friend that died along with Chris that day, "again what can one say about "fosdick" [Chris] when i entered the city in 1986. he along with the sadly missed cossack, took me for my 1st lunch...the city sadly lacks characters like these... " On another site, I suddenly found it hard to swallow that lump in my throat when I found regularly posted messages from Kirsten to her father. During my research I tried to keep emotions out and take an objective approach, but after learning of Chris' character and of how many people loved him, I couldn't help but feel sorry for those he left behind. Chris was a good man...you can't research him and not learn that.

It is an honor to be a part of this wonderful tribute to those that fell 5 years ago on American soil. I knew no one on a personal basis that died on 9/11, though I cried for all those that lost their lives. However, after this, I will now carry Chris with me. And just like all the others, his spirit lives on in the voices and memories of his friends and loved ones. It is our duty as Americans to take the time to remember them...it is the very least we can do.

Where ever you are Christopher, you are loved and missed greatly!



To view the entire list of the 2996 that are being honored this month, please visit:

Monday, September 04, 2006

Let's talk smells....

Today I was putting on my makeup in the bathroom and Jace comes in to potty. A few minutes pass and I say, "whoa, you stink!"

Her innocent reply, "No Mom! My body smells good...it's my butt that stinks."


Bren is out of character and not performing much this week. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer last week and Bren wanted to know the truth so I told her. And today her hero fell...Steve Irwin. She learned from him, loved him, and idolized him. He is the reason I have had to practically give CPR to all dying creatures around my house for the past several years. So between the death of her hero and having to face the mortality of her closest grandma...she is in need of prayers and thoughts. She asked me through tears if she could write a letter to Steve's family thanking him for teaching her...gulp...now how can I turn her down!