Gone but not forgotten...so cliche', yet so true

I feel compeled to put this here since I consider this my journal..via blog. What aheck of a month this has been.. This is "my popo"...the first man in my lie that was my hero...why the title hero? Because he rescued me, from a life that I Thank God everyday that I didnt have to contiue to ever live again.

He was a man of few words but to tell you the truth those few words were filled with truth, wisdom, and love.

I hope that I can keep everything he taught me in my life and heart to pass on to my kids.

But for now I continue to miss him with his sny comments and hus beautiful smile....

*kiss on the forehead*

Love and miss you my popo

Pretending...even as an Adult

When I was a little girl I had an imagination like no other, I had a little sister that I longed to play with and share a room with but in my crazy mixed up life that just wasn't going to happen. But now after what 18 years later I finally have the little sister I wanted all along....buts that's a different story for a different time. Back to my imagination....WOW I must admit it was one of a kind, and I have to admit I still got it, there are times I like to pretend that I once lived in the simple, fun, family easy life of the 1950's time, I have said it before and I will say it again I was so born in the wrong era. There are times that when it was just myself with the Lil Gabers I would put my apron on and be Joan Clever so to speak. I do my laundry in a fast paced movement with a smile strapped to my face, cookies baking away in the oven, the house spit shined and the towels so fluffy it makes me want to bounce on them.

I like to think/pretend that we have a tiny farm with my three chickens running around in the back yard, that I can someday build a barn in the back filled with more chickens and goats and Hay all over and a tired swing inside and the boys going out back to fetch me some morning eggs for breakfast or to do some baking from scratch.

I like to pretend that we don't have a care in the world, that money does in fact grow on trees and that a simple peck on the hubby's cheek will cover for the fact I didn't make dinner. I know its all a fantasy but hey its my fantasy and I like that I have a simple one and that even though I have shared a bit of this with you all that I still can pretend like I used to when I was 11. Something like an imagination is something that you will never loose, it's important to have as important as having a Dr. Pepper daily to me that is.

My boy with the many character traits

Not only can my boy act and look like Cat in the Hat, a T- Rex, a ninja Turtle and a list of many others, he can pull of looking like the Fonz too......aeaaaaaeeeee..
I gots me a cute 50's boy

I'm no Dr. Suess

But in my opinion I got me one cute Cat in the Hat.........

I'm Back and ready for some action.

I can not believe that it has already been five months since my last post. In all honesty I wasn't enjoying it anymore, I felt like I had to do all the time like I had a dead line and that the "boss" was going to punish me if I didnt meet it. But this time around it is merely going to be for fun, this is going to be my "online" family album, and scrapbook for us to turn back to...and seriously I kinda felt guilty about just leaving it..Marisa Lerin, I do believe you owe this poor little blog am apology.......I'm terribly sorry for the neglect I caused you. Lets start frest dust off the cob webs and blow off the dust and jump into it.....................shall we?

The big 5-0

My Dad's party was a hit....if I do say so myself. here's the cutie stopping what he was doing for a moment so that I could get a photo op of him.....ain't he a cutie pie. Doesn't even look 50 does he? Here's my daddy collecting his loot. And wearing the big button the read "Over the Hill" he did it wiht out a fit too he was a good sport about it.

Here it is....what he and my sister take pride in....the cake......it doesn't get much nicer then that does it?

When you walked in to the house we had records hanging every where and jukebox's it was pretty sweet......

I think the sister and I may have a knack for decorating for birthdays....

Our Saturdays

This is what happens at our house on a Saturday night when you have washable markers, are broke and bored.......

UP before the Sun

It happened yet again. Every Friday my day off from not having to get my child up, make lunches, and send him off to school, I wake up at the crack of dawn's early and I mean early light. By this time after the devotions are read I sit here and debate..should I go back to bed to get warm? Should I watch a little T.V.? Should I take a shower? Should I start the day with some laundry?

Choices...........Choices........

But one choice that is for sure, is that we are going to party till we are purple tonight. It's our dad's 50Th birthday party ( not officially 50 till Sunday), all the decorations are hanging and everything is in place. After everything was done we took a step back and prided ourselves on what we had accomplished. Our creative bug bit us and we showed it what we got. It's a mess of sheer beauty.

Then came the talk to the kids which we all knew went through one ear and out the other.....they must get that from the father...I plead the 5th on my side.

So with my party hat nearly on and the house needing to be cleaned a bit (alot), I have made my choice and this hinny of mine is going back to bed....it's early what the heck am I doing up right now....but then again in a few minutes the sun will be telling me good morning with it's ray's. Aww what the heck I got an eye mask around here somewhere.

Pictures of the party coming soon!

Back to the roots

Can you believe this I have been away from this blog for 2 months now.. Shame Shame! But I must say it is very good to be back, I tried to go to something new but I had to come back to my baby. Isn't the Lord good.....his Love indeed does endure forever.

So this must be put into Salas history, with our recent addition to our family it only mad sense (to me apparently) to switch rooms with the kids....the idea hit my mind for sometime now and I was determined to do it. So I did! Yesterday!

It was a grueling process that seems to have made me regret it and my hubby regret listening to me. It went rather smoothly..which was odd for us because we are used to have a flub up now and then.

The it hit...and big hurdle...and I mean big...never the less we did it we finished my peewee idea...that I will never think of again and spent the night in our "new" rooms.

Now as I am sitting here typing this I feel every piece of furniture I moved, and then some.

But baby I am back even if this is just something I do for me you are welcome to come join me.