It's hard to put into words or express the immense admiration that I have for my mom. Recently my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer which came as a complete shocker and frankly no one was prepared for. I think it's hard for anyone to ever think that THEIR mom would ever have to endure and sort of hardship. They are your rock and invincible in your eyes. My mom just battled through her surgery like a champ and now, we are playing the waiting game and she will be starting radiation. Her zest for life and her outgoing personality hadn't seemed to tire throughout this process, in fact I think it has only made her stronger, and for this, I love her that much more. She truly astounds me each day...
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Mum
It's hard to put into words or express the immense admiration that I have for my mom. Recently my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer which came as a complete shocker and frankly no one was prepared for. I think it's hard for anyone to ever think that THEIR mom would ever have to endure and sort of hardship. They are your rock and invincible in your eyes. My mom just battled through her surgery like a champ and now, we are playing the waiting game and she will be starting radiation. Her zest for life and her outgoing personality hadn't seemed to tire throughout this process, in fact I think it has only made her stronger, and for this, I love her that much more. She truly astounds me each day...
Monday, May 10, 2010
broked
Our camera has done gone and broked itself and without pic's I'm really not much of a talker but I do have this funny letter from a 3rd grader...
"RETARDED" GRANDPARENTS
Written by a third grader, on what his grandparents do.
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona . Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles, and wear name tags, because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on. At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night - early birds. Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck. My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and, says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
Written by a third grader, on what his grandparents do.
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house, but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona . Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles, and wear name tags, because they don't know who they are anymore. They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now, they do exercises there, but they don't do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on. At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night - early birds. Some of the people can't get out past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck. My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and, says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Frank and Beans
Not Even the notorious "Frank and beans" bit on "Something about Mary" could prepare a mom for when your son first gets his 'frank' stuck in the zipper...
I mean, what do you do? If you keep zipping up will it get caught even more? Or if you panic and just sit there with complete and utter horror on your face (which I don't recommend because I did) will he be even more terrified? To answer these questions, yes and yes. These are just things dad's are supposed to handle, thankfully Ben was home because it was the weekend or else I don't think Tate's future wife would like me too much for messin up his junk. Thank heavens for dad's...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
In lieu...
Apparently I was taking a three month hiatus from blogging. But I decided to blog in lieu of that awful trend on Facebook in which people put a celebrity whom they "supposedly" look like in place of their current photo. While on Ben's mission, he got some real winners! I had to share only because they truly look NOTHING like him...
None other than Jerry Seinfeld
Billy Joel from Green day
Ooooo he's a looker, Rob Shneider
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And I think this one's my favorite only because he really think he looks like him! hahahahah
He kinda looks like this girl tooThursday, February 4, 2010
Monday, December 28, 2009
Christmas of 09'
For most of you Christmas was probably nice and quiet. Not so for the Teerlinks, when "santa" thinks it would be a good idea for a three year old to have his own set of drums. We were rockin out, nope not the little drmmer boy Tate, this boy can seriously shred. Meanwhile Elle was playing with her Cinderella necklace that her adoring Uncle Devon gave her that is equipped with a button to push where creepy Cinderella says in her phone sex voice " I'm Cinderella". That is not the Cinderella I remember... Anyhow, what a fun time we had with all of our family. We are so blessed to live within literally blocks from them. Hope you have a Happy New year all!
Monday, December 14, 2009
Oscar Meyer
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Sooooo lately Tate has had an absolute infatuation with none other than, his weiner. The other day, while pantless on the couch he exclaims "I have a big weiner like dad's, it tickles." Hmmmm, nope not much to say to that.
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