Sunday, September 16, 2007
A Long Month
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Good Times with Good Friends
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Happy Birthday to Me

I wanted to have a dinner with my family to celebrate my birthday. So I asked all of the kids about their schedules. That is a feet! We managed to get a date that all could agree on. Now the place had to be decided upon. I did not think that this would be as hard as it was. Not at this restaurant as it is for "old" people, not there as they cook with wine, not there as we don't like it, don't like that place either. Finally we settled. Now everyone was to meet at 6pm. I said I am leaving at 5:20pm. At 5:05pm my other half decides he does not want to go. "Well thank you very much!" Am I angry, you bet I am. I set out on my own, not telling anyone I am alone. They all found out as I got lost. "ME" lost! Not just lost, but super lost! MILES AND MILES away! Try as they might the kids did the best they could on cell phones to get me where I was suppose to be. One hour and 40 minutes later I saw my "young men" waving me down on Route 73. Hmm, no wonder I couldn't find it, the trees all grew, that is why I didn't see it. We ended up having a nice dinner, me feeling like the complete fool I am. Then off to bowling after dinner. All in all it was nice. Especially listening and watching my children and their loves laugh. Isn't that what it is all about. I gave myself a nice gift. On the restaurant, Cracker Barrel, and guess what they serve real potatoes, not box. :)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sister's-Diamond and Dreamer
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Dreamer - A Best Friend
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Timothy Carl Dreher
July 10, 1984 was a scarey day. The pains wouldn't stop. My baby came, a month early. For several minutes I didn't even know what I had. Then when I did he was taken so fast I had no idea what was going on. When they wheeled me in to see him there were machines beeping, tubes everywhere, IV bags hanging, and looks on faces that told me to pray. 7 1/2 hours after birth he was on his first ambulance ride. Mind you, I said first. Many came after, be it by an actual ambulance, or mommy pretending to be one. They told me "If he makes it to one year then he should live". My son never sat until he was 1 year and 1 week old. Prayer does huge things. Faith may wander, but don't ever let it leave. Above here he is. Far from the sickly 5 pound 6 ounce boy he was. Now 5 foot 11, 170 pounds and a size 14 shoe! My young man, I am so proud of you my son.
Monday, July 9, 2007
I've Returned
Then during this time my very close friend the "Computer" got sick. I took her to Dr. Harry and he fixed her. He put things inside of her that I just do not understand. (micro excel office 2007) or something like that. I was really good on the other. Now I am totally lost. Many things have happened during this time. I will catch you up soon.