Me: Come and knock on my door!
Tyler: No I don’t want knock on youw doow.
Me: I’ve been waiting for you!
Tyler: Don’t wait for me. Bop!
(Bop = stop)
As I keep singing the theme song to Three’s Company, my nephew just becomes even more irritated in the car…However…we get home and after playing with his toys for a bit we hear from his room…”Come and knock on my doow!!!” and he comes out to do a little performance for us. HA HA HA!
No more singing Veggie Tales songs!!! Muahaha
My name is Adrienne and I’m looking for a day that will be good to me; make me smile and treat me like I’m Queen of the fucking Nile. Are you the right day for me?
Sue Burns, part owner of the Giants, passed away on Sunday morning…
She was 58. FIFTY-EIGHT!! Her husband died several years ago at the age of 61…At 26 I know it sounds weird to say this, but they were SO YOUNG. My mom is 65 and we recently celebrated my dad’s 69th birthday. I cannot imagine what the Burns family is feeling right now. Both children to lose their parents at such a young age. I know that there are children that lose their parents at younger ages, but (and I know this is selfish) to have your parents for certain amount of time, and then whoosh! they are taken from you…Sometimes you feel like it wasn’t enough time, even though you had them for twenty or thirty-something years…I know I can’t stand living with mine right now, but I can’t imagine a life without them. The Burns children are not too much older than I am…I just can’t believe how devastating this must be.
The family has been such a great influence in my community, and to many of my friends. Although I did not know Sue and Harmon Burns personally, everything they did for my community, be it on the Peninsula or for the Giants (or both), I am very grateful for them and what they shared while they were on this earth.
Thank you Sue and Harmon Burns for being a part of bringing so much happiness into my life, and to the lives of the million others that you touched.
I will be just as cool as Kat Von D…
Tyler: “I NEED MY COWBOY HAT!!!”
Uncle Allen: “No Tyler, we’re playing BASEBALL, you need your BASEBALL hat.”
Tyler: “Moooooommmyyyyyyy, I’m playing baseball! I need my COWBOY HAT!!!”
Today I had my first therapy session…let’s see if they can fix me! Yesterday I had a mental breakdown and just could NOT take it anymore. What threw me off? Well, that’s classified. Mama Dooce would shake her head at me! So let’s just say that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I needed help ASAP. I called my doctor’s office, and the nurse that helped me out was awesome. I couldn’t have asked for someone better to calm me down and get me on the path to a better life.
Today wasn’t any better than yesterday, but I hope that I am going in the right direction…I know that things are not going to change in a day. I know that I have a hard road ahead of me, and I CANNOT do this by myself. 50 minutes does not equal a cure, but I am hopeful! So week by week, let’s see if I can change my life…
Once you finish kicking mine…