~~Christmas 2008~~

Well another Christmas over and done. My kids were spoiled as usual. Libby kind of went into a present overload and just sat there and stared for a while, but she finally got into it and wanted a picture with everything she opened. Amber was really cute and I think she said "Thank you" after everything she opened. Jaycee was actually surprised with something this year, usually she snoops so much she knows what everything is before she opens them.
We had the whole fam damily here on Christmas Eve and our house is starting to be too small for everyone. We may have to rent a place next year if we have anymore additions to the family, and maybe even if we don't.
Everyone loved having the baby here, he will never know his name because he is called Zeke, Trey, baby boy and a bunch of other things. But he will always know he is loved, he never gets a second to just hangout because someone is always holding him.
We tried to do some pictures of him today and he was having nothing to do with it!! He hates being naked and he hates posing. He is less than 3 weeks old and when I put him on his tummy with a bow on his back for a picture, he scooted himself across the bench, kind of like an army crawl. I think he will be mobile before long. He also is really strong and turned almost all the way over during a diaper change, it is hard to believe he is so young and so strong already.
Here are a few Christmas pictures and hopefully we can get Trey to cooperate soon and get some cute ones of him. I did add a few to my myspace page if you want to look at those. Hope you all had a Merry Christmas!!!

~~He is finally home!!~~

We finally got to bring the baby home last night. He is doing great and we love having him here!! When Jacki called the hospital and told them we were coming to get him AMA if they didn't get an order, the nurses passed on to the next shift to call 911 if we showed up and tell them there was an attempted kidnapping. What a bunch of idiots. Luckily there was a nurse with a brain there who just called the doctor and got an order to discharge him and nobody went to jail for Christmas.
I hope everyone has a great Christmas, I know we will, just taking turns cuddling the baby!

~~People Please Pay Attention!!!~~

Amber & Libby's little friend was run over by a car by our house today. The kids in this neighborhood have been intensely trained to watch the cars since we live on such a busy street and yet this horrible thing has taken sweet "J" from her family. The girls thought that since one car had slowed to let them cross they were safe, yet someone not aware of what was going on on the road hit this sweet girl, narrowly missing "M". How do I tell my 6 & 4 year olds that their good friend is never coming back because someone wasn't paying attention? How do I tell them that, yet again, that someone important in their lives is no longer in their lives? How can I make them understand that an innocent life was taken and it could have been prevented by someone just being aware of their surroundings? How do I tell them that life is just not fair? I want them to just be kids and be able to be innocent forever!
PEOPLE PLEASE PAY ATTENTION!!! This beautiful girl's life is over, her family will never be the same and the driver's life has been forever changed. Watch what is going on around you while you drive, put the phone down, slow down, watch other drivers and pedestrians, and again SLOW DOWN, getting there 3 minutes earlier wont make a difference, but it could mean a life~~ in other words PAY ATTENTION!!!!! Nothing you have to do while you are driving is as important or worth a life.

~~Our sweet boy~~

Our sweet baby is still in the hospital. He is having a problem eating and keeping it down. He has lost over half a pound, but yesterday he finally ate and didn't vomit. He has had every test known to man done to make sure he doesn't have the same problems that Zariah had. I know it is important to get them down, but we really want him to be home. He is such a sweet boy, loves to be cuddled and I can't wait to have him home to spoil him rotten.

~~ He's here!!~~

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After only 17 minutes of pushing our new sweet baby boy Ezequiel Treyvan (I know, but you know Jacki and her names nobody can spell) arrived this morning 12:56 am. He weighed in at 8 pounds 1 ounce and is 21 1/4 inches long. He looks really healthy and there were no problems with the delivery at all, cried just seconds after he was out so no holding our breath this time.
Here are his debut pictures and yes daddy put his "bling" on already. He is the only baby boy here at the hospital so he will be pimping the ladies in the nursery.

~~Cake Wrecks~~

So if you are looking for something to make you smile or needing a pick me up from a rotten day, go to this web site. Sure to make even the grumpiest people laugh!!

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

~~Christmas Shopping~~

Everyone that knows me, knows I just cannot pay full price for anything, yet I hate stores because of the crowds so the "Black Friday" shopping is OUT!!
BUT, this year we had a super "Cyber Monday" which actually started on Saturday and I got some awesome deals for Christmas right from my recliner!!
I was a little worried since I am usually done Christmas shopping by the first of October and then spend November and December doing Sub-for-Santa shopping. This year I had got 0 (none, zero, zilch) presents until the weekend after Thanksgiving so I figured nobody was going to get much. But the computer came through and I am now completely done!! Yeah, now we can spend the rest of December showing our little girls the lights, putting up the tree, taking them to see Santa and doing all the fun things we used to do when our big kids were little. Hope everyone is having a very Happy Holidays!!!!

~~Happy Thanksgiving~~

A game warden was driving down the road when he came upon a young boy carrying a wild turkey under his arm.
He stopped and asked the boy, "Where did you get that turkey?"
The boy replied, "What turkey?"
The game warden said, "That turkey you're carrying under your arm."
The boy looked down and said, "Well, lookee here, a turkey done roosted under my arm!"
The game warden said, "Now look, you know turkey season is closed, so whatever you do to that turkey, I'm going to do to you. If you break his leg, I'm gonna break your leg. If you break his wing, I'll break your arm. Whatever you do to him, I'll do to you. So, what are you gonna do with him?"
The boy said, "I guess I'll just kiss his ass and let him go!"

~~Am I Getting Old??~~~

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the import ant things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!

MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!
FRIENDS FOREVER!

~~Happy Turkey Day!!~~

One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat. "What did you do today?" I asked. She couldn't wait to tell me.

"We learned that boys are different from girls," she chirped.

Looking into the rear view mirror, I could just see the top of her head.

"My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don't," she added.

"Well, yes they do." I said cautiously.

I couldn't think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment. Then she piped up again. "That's how girls know that boys are boys," she said. "They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy."

I mentally calculated the distance home. Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour.

"Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up?" My palms were beginning to sweat. "Um...well..." I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, "Why do the girls like the boys to have those things?" Well, I didn't know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn't asked
herself that question at least once?

"Oh, well...um" I stammered.

She didn't wait for my answer. She had her own. "It's cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that's when they know they are boys and that's when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked."

That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things. As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag.

"I drew a picture," she said. "Do you want to see?" I wasn't sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down.

There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud.

She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it - and I did – she got over her pique.
That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I'm not so lucky. Every year I remember that conversation. And to be honest, I haven't looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since.

Walter is my Hero!!

Walter & Jeff Dunham are a great show!! If you ever get the chance go and see them live.

~~ Kid's say the funniest things!~~

So Jacki brought Libby up to have lunch with me today and while we were eating Libby kept burping on purpose and Jacki told her to stop because it was rude. So then a few minutes later Libby took a drink of her rootbeer and really had to burp so she burped, but kept her mouth shut. Immediately after the burp she made a funny noise with her nose and she told Jacki......."See what happens when I can't burp how I want? I burp in my mouth and then my nose farts!"
Now keep in mind that Libby gets totally heart broken and butt hurt if she thinks anyone is laughing at her and will go into a melt down so there I sat trying my best to make her think I was laughing at something else, because there is no way I could have not laughed. She is so cute! Both the little girls have such cute personalities, my "big" girls too, but the little ones are so much fun (well sometimes).

~~What pets write in their diaries~~

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity...
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................

~~Going to Hell???~~

After living what I felt was a 'decent' life, my time on earth came to the end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a bench in the waiting room of what I thought to be a court house. The doors opened and I was instructed to come in and have a seat by the defense table.

As I looked around I saw the 'prosecutor'. He was a villainous looking gent who snarled as he stared at me.
He definitely was the most evil person I have ever seen.

I sat down and looked to my left and there sat My Attorney, a kind and gentle looking man whose appearance seemed so familiar to me, I felt I knew Him. The corner door flew open and there appeared the Judge in full flowing robes. He commanded an awesome presence as He moved across the room I couldn't take my eyes off of Him. As He took His seat behind the bench, He said, 'Let us begin.'

The prosecutor rose and said, "My name is Satan and I am here to show you why this woman belongs in hell." He proceeded to tell of lies that I told, things that I stole, and in the past when I cheated others Satan told of other horrible perversions that were once in my life and the more he spoke, the further down in my seat I sank. I was so embarrassed that I couldn't look at anyone, even my own Attorney, as the Devil told of sins that even I had completely forgotten about.

As upset as I was at Satan for telling all these things about me, I was equally upset at My Attorney who sat there silently not offering any form of defense at all. I know I had been guilty of those things, but I had done some good in my life - couldn't that at least equal out part of the harm I'd done? Satan finished with a fury and said, 'This woman belongs in hell, she is guilty of all that I have charged and there is not a person who can prove otherwise.'

When it was His turn, My Attorney first asked if He might approach the bench. The Judge allowed this over the strong objection of Satan, and beckoned Him to come forward. As He got up and started walking, I was able to see Him in His full splendor and majesty. I realized why He seemed so familiar; this was Jesus representing me, my Lord and my Savior. He stopped at the bench and softly said to the Judge, 'Hi,Dad,' and then He turned to address the court. "Satan was correct in saying that this woman had sinned, I won't deny any of these allegations. And, yes, the wage of sin is death, and this woman deserves to be punished." Jesus took a deep breath and turned to His Father with outstretched arms and proclaimed, "However, I died on the cross so that this person might have eternal life and she has accepted Me as her
Savior, so she is Mine." My Lord continued with, "Her name is written in the Book of Life,and no one can snatch her from Me. Satan still does not understand yet. This woman is not to be given justice, but rather mercy." As Jesus sat down, He quietly paused, looked at His Father and said, "There is nothing else that needs to be done. I've done it all."

The Judge lifted His mighty hand and slammed the gavel down. The following words bellowed from His lips..
'This woman is free. ''The penalty for her has already been paid in full. Case dismissed.”

As my Lord led me away, I could hear Satan ranting and raving, 'I won't give up, I will win the next one.' I asked Jesus as He gave me my instructions where to go next, 'Have you ever lost a case?' Christ lovingly smiled and said,
"Everyone that has come to Me and asked Me to represent them has received the same verdict as you, ~Paid In Full~"

*** I hace been given information that besides being sent around on email, this piece was written and/or published by Harvesting Spiritual Fruit. Thanks Sue!**


Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead, tell the storm how big your God is!'

~~Puppies with personalities~~

The puppies are getting so cute. The black female is pretty laid back and likes to just eat and sleep. Both males are pretty active and usually playing with each other. They are learning how to growl and bark, if you can call it that because it is a tiny little sound that is really cute. The brown one was the runt of the litter, but now the white one is a little smaller. They are learning to walk and play and they are so wobbly. We will be selling them in about 4 weeks for $350 and will be willing to hold them until Christmas if someone wants to surprise someone else.

~~Happy Halloween~~

The girls loved trick or treating tonight. They had such a blast running from place to place and they raked in the candy like no other, there is probably enough for the next 2 months then Santa Claus will load them up again. They looked so cute!! Amber was a witch and Libby a Kitty Princess. Amber said the funniest thing~~ when Max asked her if she was going to be a witch like Jacki and she said, "No I am a nice witch", everyone cracked up and she didn't really know what we were laughing at. Guess she thinks Jacki has been a little grumpy lately.
We went to visit Jeff's mom & dad and Aunt Dana, Vaylene and Jordan were there also. They had Lily & Roxy dressed up so cute. I wish my dogs would let me dress them, but every time I have tried they growl at the clothes and tear them off.
I hope everyone had a fun Halloween!!

~~Trina Needs......~~

So I have seen this done on a few sites, and I thought this was totally funny. I decided to try it out on my own. You should try it and see what you get.....all you do is type in your name and then needs after it on Google. You might get surprised....The first one caught me off guard, then made me laugh my butt off......

1. "Trina needs to call the garbage collection company." Don't think that would ever happen, I would just complain when the garbologist comes home!

2. "Trina needs someone to bite on that juicy rump of hers!" - hmmm.

3. "Trina needs prayer" - already have it!

4. "Trina Needs A Stylist." - Who am I to argue on this one, any offers???

5. "TRINA NEEDS MEDS!!" -Again hmmmmmm

6. "TRINA NEEDS TO SIT HER NON PROPER A** DOWN!" - Heard that one before!

7. "Trina Needs Your Help!" Again who am I to argue, any offers???

8. "Trina needs a good home." - That I have, although utterly caotic, it is great.

9. "Trina needs a reality check for real." - Trust me hun, I have gotten a big reality check lately. It hit me right in the forehead!!

10. "Trina needs a sex tape to become relevant again."- Ummmm I don't think so!!! I prefer to stay nonrelevant if that is what it takes.

11. "Trina needs to leave that married man alone." -- Not a chance, I love my married man!!

12."Trina needs to grow up." - Not going to happen!!!!

13. "Trina needs a hug y’all, stop being hard on her." -- OK I will take all huggers on if that is what I really need, but y'all know I hate being touched so could you do it without touching me??

There is a ton more, but I know you don't want to read mine all day. So do your's, I am sure you will get a laugh!!!!

Copy from Sam Puc's blog

NILMDTS Annual Fund Drive

As many of you know, I am a co-founding member of Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep (NILMDTS), an organization that provides infant remembrance photography to parents who suffer the loss of a baby.

With the Month of October being recognized as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month, The Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Foundation holds its Annual Fund Drive for six weeks starting in mid-September and ending in October.

President Ronald Reagan enacted Proclamation 5890 in October of 1988 to recognize that each year, approximately a million pregnancies in the United States alone end in miscarriage, stillbirth, or the death of a newborn child. Reagan stated, "A national observance offers us the opportunity to increase our understanding of the great tragedy involved in the deaths of unborn or newborn babies. It also enables us to consider how, as individuals and communities, we can meet the needs of bereaved parents and family members... "

If you are in a place to make even a small contribution to NILMDTS, please know that doing so will continue to allow the organization to provide improved resources, training, communication, and other tools necessary in support of our amazing contingent of professional photographers who provide the gift of free remembrance portraiture to families in need.

Our next project we are working on is an online, interactive webinar version of our Formal NILMDTS Training taught by Co-Founder Sandy Puc' allowing anyone in any country with access to a computer to complete the course online. Donations help make programs like this a reality!
Your Donations Support the Organization in Many Ways:

* By supporting the continued education of our volunteer photographers
* By allowing us to further our outreach to hospitals and hospices across the world
* By offsetting the costs associated with outreach efforts including Formal NILMDTS Traingin Seminars
* By supporting the Family Forum which creates a productive and supportive haven for healing
* By supporting the Photographers' Forum which provides a helpful environment for our member photographers to express their feelings and receive advice on the various issues that they face in this noble work
* By supporting the day to day operations of our Headquarters Offices
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~~Funny deer "hunting" story.~~

I had the idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.

The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hogtie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.

After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it...it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there look at you funny while you rope it; they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer exploded.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a lot stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer -- no chance.

That thing ran, bucked, twisted, and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.

The third thing I learned, the only upside, is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this , since the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head mostly blinded me. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison.I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured that if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere.

At the time, there was no love at all between that deer and me. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it line back up in between my truck and the feeder -- a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.

I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

The fourth thing I learned: did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head -- almost like a pit bull. They bite hard and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.

I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the biceps out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

That was when I got my fifth lesson in deer behavior for the day. Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet, strike right about head, and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp.

I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse -- strikes at you with their hooves and you cannot get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told not to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head.

Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Lesson six... Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

So, now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope: so that they can be somewhat equal to the prey.

~~Baby Shower~~

So, we had Jacki's baby shower today and it was a lot of fun. Good food, fun games and great company. Jaycee's friend made the cutest freaking cake for us. All the animals are hand made and as much as I wanted to save them, the kids ate them. She is great and said she is willing to do more so everyone use her!! Thanks to everyone for all the great gifts, they will help her out immensely and you all saved me from having to do blankets in a big hurry THANK YOU!!!! Here is a few pictures.

~We have new furbabies at our house!!!~

Sissy had her babies last night. It took her all freaking night to do it. I have never had one of my females take so long and have so many problems and pain, poor girl. She started into labor about 6:00 and didn't have the first one until 10:03, then rested 20 minutes and pushed forever and had the next one at 11:48, then the same drill and the last one at 1:48. I was so worried about her, the first one got stuck and Jeff helped me pretty much pull her out, really scary, but all turned out fine. We got one black female, a multicolored mostly browns male and a tan and white male. It is hard to get pictures of them because Sissy is really protective today, guess she is afraid the girls wil steal her babies again like last time (they put them in their purses, their drawers and out in the play house)but they have promised not to touch the. Here is the best pictures I could get for now.

~~~Yep, this is me!!~~~

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This is why I refuse to exercise~~ It is evil!!

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SO Cute!!! Baby Dr. Evil

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FUNNY FRIDAY"S!!!!!!!!!

Here is a couple jokes sent to me by my friend Lavonna to kick the weekend off. Enjoy!!
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I truly believe that only a man would do this....

Taser gun: A Gift for my Wife

Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety....??
WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.
I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing!
I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!!
Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"
What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...?
I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it dipshit," reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . . HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!
I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs? The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an atempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.
Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative?
SON-OF-A-BITCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!!
A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparrently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sence of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe was came from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!
P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

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Waxing . . . .

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours:

'Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.'

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those 'cold wax' kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.

(YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.

('Cold wax, yeah...right!') I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this!

Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet. Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK,back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch.

I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?

I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

SEALED SHUT!!!!

MY BUTT IS SEALED SHUT!

SEALED SHUT!!!!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself 'Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!'

What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

WRONG!!!!!!!******

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the
bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water.

Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter......

'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'

There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, 'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!!

I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions. I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor

Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.

My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and....OMG!!!!!!

The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. Its sooo painful, but I really don't care.

'IT WORKS!! It works!!' I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.

I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....

THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!

So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

Next week I'm going to try hair color...

Breast cancer awareness month

For those of you who know me, you know I am a cancer survivor. I have been "clean" for 6 years last May. It was a horrible time in my life, but with the support of my family and friends I came through it just fine, a few scars, way little breasts (I think Jeff misses them more than me), but I am alive and loving life. Both men and women can get breast cancer and I just want everyone to know that monthly self exams are very important!!! It takes only a few minutes each month and it could very well save your life, hell be creative, make it fun and have your partner check you and visa versa, nobody knows your body better than you and your partner. It really doesn't matter~~~ Just DO IT!!!!!
The Facts:
1. Every 3 minutes a new case of cancer is diagnosed.
2. 95% of early detected cancer cases survive.
3. 1 in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer in their lifetime.
4. Breast cancer is the leading cause of death in women ages 40 to 59.
5. Every 13 minutes a woman dies from breast cancer.
6. Men are not immune. An average of 1500 men will be diagnosed with breast cancer, 400 will die.
7. Every year 210,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer.
8. The risk of breast cancer rises with age.
9. Early detection saves lives.

My beautiful granddaughter lost her fight with cancer on January 25, 2008 and I would give anything to have a cure that could have saved her!! Donate if you can, tell everyone you can to please be aware and spread the word to everyone you know and you could just save their life.
Here is a picture of beautiful Zariah Lynn Etienne. 11/12/07~~1/25/08 RIP

First Day of School for my Babies!!!

Well after being a new mom again for only 1 month (our adoption on Amber & Libby was final on August 21, 2008~~ coincidentally it was also our 21st anniversary) and my babies are off to the first day of school so I have nobody home in the daytime anymore~~ except the puppies, yeah quiet days off!!
The girls both love school and I can't believe my 5 year old is reading and my 3 year old is learning to use the computer. We got Amber a little laptop for Christmas last year that teaches them numbers and letters through games and they have both loved it, but now Libby knows that it isn't a "real computer" because it doesn't go to the internet. When I was 3 I don't think I even knew much more about electronics than how to turn the TV on (yeah we had TV's when I was 3).
Amber has homework every night~~ another thing I know I didn't have in kindergarten. I am pretty sure my older kids didn't have homework until much later too, but I guess they are starting everything early now days. Then people wonder why our kids grow up so fast~~hmmm bet we can all figure that one out.
Libby is all excited because her Chihuahua Sissy is going to have puppies again pretty soon. She is going to help me make her a "bed" again for her and the puppies. Hopefully this time she will remember not to steal the puppies, put them in her purse, play with them or shut them in her drawer~~ man we are lucky she didn't kill any of the last ones loving them so much.
So Ashley & Jacki decided to do Amber's hair, in not the "usual style", what do ya think??
Here are a couple of pictures of the girls going to their first days.

~~~~Babies & Bellies~~~~ My new passion!!

SO.... I have always liked photography, but recently I met a lady who founded "Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep", the foundation that took our beautiful pictures of Zariah at Primary Children's Hospital. Her name is Sandy Puc (Sam) and she really got me interested in taking pictures. I have decided to start with maternity and newborn and then branch out if I can get good enough. I did one last week of my daughter's new niece McKenna, and they turned out so cute!! It is a blast and I am going to start stocking up on props for our little man's entrance in December. Here is a couple of Kenna's pictures, they aren't cleaned up yet, but they are still cute.

The Awesome Perry Family!!!

I'm Trina and my husband is Jeff. We live in the desert of Utah, but both dream of retiring to a beach. We have 6 great kids, Josh, Jacki, Raven, Jaycee, Amber & Libby. We have 7 beautiful grandchildren named Diego, Jenika, Xadrian, Tatiyana, Anaya and our two angels Zacarias and Zariah who live with God for now. We are expecting a new grandson in December and can't wait to meet him. We love camping and traveling to places with wonderful beaches. I'm still trying to figure out this blog thing, (I am way too used to myspace) but I will get pictures and stuff on as soon as I figure it out.