Little Momma

McKenna is Kaney's second mom. She truly is. The sad thing is that she does a better job then I do ! :)

You Gotta Love Technology

I have made my blog temporarily public again because I have had several people tell me that they can't read my blog. So, if you are one of those people, please email me at the top address and let me know that you need another invite. Honestly, I don't know how I screwed the invites up so bad. I guess I'm not as savvy as I thought.

Hilarious!!!! But, Pretty Much Dead On

My friend Tracy's hubby, Larry (Also, a Marine) gave this to me. He got it from somewhere, but tweaked it a little. Poor McKenna!

DATING A US MARINES DAUGHTER
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. With this being said I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise:
You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not fall off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my staple gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier and yes I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, weather and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my truck?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
-Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
-Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight
-Places where there is darkness.
-Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
-Places where the temperature is warm enough to prompt my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or
anything other than overalls a sweater and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat.
-Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay.
-Hockey games are okay.
-Old folk's homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, I have hunted and killed men on the other side of the world with better hiding spots then you. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have an M-16, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car hi the driveway for a chopper coming in over the desert near Baghdad. When Post Traumatic Stress Disorder starts acting up, the voices hi my head tell me to clean my weapons as I wait for you to bring my daughter home.
As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands hi plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce hi a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safe and early; you will then quickly return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside; the camouflaged face at the window is mine.

A Reason to Celebrate

An extremely belated congrats to Erin and Jay (and Bella, too) on their recent engagement.

A sorta belated congrats to Mindy and Matthew on the birth of their son, Charlie.

We love you all very much.

Wow! What a Month!

Okay, I seriously suck at keeping up with my blog. Total sucksville. As a result, I am going to summarize our fantastic month of May in as few words as possible and let the pics do the talking. So, here it goes:

Papa and Coco came for a visit at the beginning of the month. We had a wonderful visit with them and I've already blogged a little bit about this visit in previous blogs.

Then, Papa, Coco, and my cousin Amy came back for the Cherry Point Air Show. Patrick, Papa, Amy, McKenna, and Brady went to the air show. Coco watched Kaney. I got a pedicure. (This was the best air show ever in my opinion.) We had a another great visit, but it was too short.

Next, Papa Jerry, Namma Sharlene, and Aunt Amy came down over Memorial Day weekend. We had an amazing visit and packed a lot of stuff into five days. We went to McKenna's dance recital (ADORABLE!!!!!!!) We watched Kaney get baptized (ADORABLE!!!!)Namma and McKenna planted corn, tomatoes, and flowers in out front flower bed. We can't get grass, flowers, or bushes to grow; but the corn is growing like wildfire. Go figure. Brady and McKenna chased Namma Sharlene down the street with the hose. (Yep, they got her.) Aunt Amy had the pleasure of staying up until Miss M was tired enough to go to sleep. And last but not least, Kane took his first steps and had his first taste of ice cream cake.

WHEW! What a great month!