Do you think I might get in trouble for this? From whom? I can think of several groups that this might offend, but if I'm totally honest with myself I realize that:1) I don't care
2) and I'm not bothered by not caring
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
You'll get a kick out of these directions by Google Maps (Matt, these directions are for you!), be sure to check out direction # 24.
Google Maps
Google Maps
Monday, March 26, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
P.I.E. The Later Years...
Trouble makers, trouble makers all of you....
On 2/16/07, Sarah Fournier wrote:
Jon,
You are almost done your first year in Post Secondary education.
Ask MOm about the P.I.E program...
oxoxox ALL!
On Thursday, March 1, 2007, Matthew Fournier wrote:
Yes, the pie. And don't let her give you any legalese mumbo jumbo.
On Thursday, March 1, 2007, Sarah Fournier wrote:
Jonathon,
If you have any difficulties figuring out the administration and application for this program, feel free to contact myself or matthew. we will help you out with the schematics.
Cheers!
OXOXO
s
Matthew Fournier to Sarah, Jon Mar 1
For a fee. Of pie.
Sarah Fournier to Matthew, Jon, Mar 1
I call for a raspberry one... that is of course jon is you want our assisting services...
I've waive the applicable gst
Trouble makers, trouble makers all of you....
On 2/16/07, Sarah Fournier wrote:
Jon,
You are almost done your first year in Post Secondary education.
Ask MOm about the P.I.E program...
oxoxox ALL!
On Thursday, March 1, 2007, Matthew Fournier wrote:
Yes, the pie. And don't let her give you any legalese mumbo jumbo.
On Thursday, March 1, 2007, Sarah Fournier wrote:
Jonathon,
If you have any difficulties figuring out the administration and application for this program, feel free to contact myself or matthew. we will help you out with the schematics.
Cheers!
OXOXO
s
Matthew Fournier to Sarah, Jon Mar 1
For a fee. Of pie.
Sarah Fournier to Matthew, Jon, Mar 1
I call for a raspberry one... that is of course jon is you want our assisting services...
I've waive the applicable gst
P.I.E Part Four
After this, I suppose anything is possible....
Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 19:30:28 -0400
From: Peter Fournier
Organization: Samalander
To: Catherine Fernyer,Matthew Fournier
Subject: PIE dispute: potential intervention by Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and
Ra LLC
Granny, Smith, Free, Stone, Mac, Lobo, Pecan, and Rasberry LLC have been requested by the court to stand in as "Friends of the Court" in the potential dispute relating to the Postsecondary Incentive Entitlement (PIE) program.
We are acting as friends of a lower court in that the court does not wish to have this case brought before it and to have the court arrive at a decision. This lower court does not feel that any resolution is possible under Canadian law.
To clarify the courts position in this matter we wish to point out that the dispute is in fact resolvable under a large number of statutes, but that any resolution based any one statute would be in conflict with another statute. This presents the Canadian legal system with the potential danger of infinite recursion (actually in this case, recourse) to the Supreme Court. To be precise, this lower court sees a danger of the case reaching the Supreme Court, being decided, and then being retried starting in a lower court, arguments being based on a different statute, eventually reaching the Supreme Court and being decided by that body wholly in contradiction to the first decision, and the process repeating itself all over again.
Gentlemen and gentlewomen, law is not designed to resolve cases such as this! Not only is the case complex in the extreme, but it seems more than society can demand of the Supreme Justices to remain impartial when the evidence submitted to the court are freshly baked apple, peach, rhubard, rasberry and pecan pies! The court risks conveying an impression of aloss of impartiality, especially if ( as is likely) during the discovery procedure the ddisputed award mysteriously disappears! We beg you, do not expose the Canadian people to a collapse of the very foundations and principles of law in our land!.
Therefore, Granny, Smith, Free, Stone, Mac, Lobo, Pecan, and Rasberry LLC wish to suggest at this point that perhaps there is some way of mediating the dispute before it is brought before the courts. To that end, we wish to raise the following point which, we earnestly believe, might raise questions in the disputants minds of the validity of their repsective cases, and perhaps make them more amenable to an itermediary settlement that falls beween "a butter tart, no raisins" and "35.25 pies".
Firstly, the PIE should realize that any mathematical system that allows for the determination of an entitlement to be "a butter tart without raisins" is indeed a complete, new and self-contained mathematical system in of itself. Furthermore, please note that no mathematical system can prove itself to be true due to the limitations imposed upon itself by it's own axioms (see "Goedel, Escher and Bach" for a layman's exploration of this disturbing mathematical fact).
Therefore, due to the fact that the initial award of ten (10) pies to Sarah Fournier seems to have involved few if any calculations and that the award of a "butter tart, no raisins" and "shipping not included" does seem to involve extensive calculations in a completely new mathematical system (since no known mathematical system or engine, mechanical or electrical, at this point of civilization's total history and apprehension of the cosmic ALL), the court is likely to focuss, each time the case is brought before it, on the precise methodoly and the actual axiomatic foundations of the calculations allowing such a result. This the court is manifestly not qualified to do, yet will manifestly try to do.
Extensive consultation with the leading mathematical minds currently active lead us to believe that the end result of this effort of the court will be an elaboration of the PIE mathematics that leads to a result in which, whatever the reward to Matthew or Sarah Fournier, individually or combined, that self same award will also be owed to the justices on the bench.
However, these best mathematical minds have also indicated that said award will owed by each plaintiff individually to the court. The cumulative total owed to the court will be therefore, potentially, 9 justices x 3 plaintiffs x 35.25 pies.
We furhther advise you that our mathematical consulters in this matter have indicated that they will demand to be paid in the currency established by the decision (that is the justices received pies, therefore they should be paid in pies) and that they can prove, indisputably, that the unit of currency thus established is in fact the pie (being a 10 inch pie made of rasberry, apple, rhubard, peach or pecan).
Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC cannnot but agree with the logic of this position and will therefore demand equal treatement and request that they be paid for their services as friends of the court in the same currency!
In conclusion, Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, as friends of the court, wish the plaintiffs to *cease *all negotiations *immediately *and bring this matter to the attention of the courts immediately.
Yours, truly!
Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC
PS: There was a "secondly" but none of the partners involved in this "friend of the court" request seems capable of remembering what the substance of the "secondly" might of been.
PPS: One of the partners has suggested that the "secondly" may have been related to the total world supply of fruit, but that seems farfetched.
PPPS: After discussion with one of the mathematical consulters, it seems he can explain what the "secondly" was about, but demands to be paid in advance.
PPPPS: You may have heard on the news that the senior partner of Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, now Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, has just sold his interest in Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC and has left a forwarding address beleived to be a village in the Okanagan. This developement will not affect Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC role as friend of the court.
PPPPPS: The remaining partners in Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC wish to inquire as to the adequacy of your stock of cinnamon. Do you, the plaintiffs have enough cinnamon? We realize that "enough" is perhaps a bit imprecise, but you know what we mean.
PPPPPPS: One of our mathematical consulters, this one with an additonnal qualification in physics, has just called and demanded to know if we are all aware of Schrodinger's work on pie. Apparently the uncertainty introduced by our questions may have some sort of impact on cats, if only we would care to notice. The impact is, apparently, related to the irrational certainty of pie despite the state of any individual cat. Do you, the plaintiffs, have any idea of what he is talking about?
PPPPPPPS: An author has called us claiming damages for theft of intellectual property. Apparently "Discworld" is a pie. It's essence is pie. We have no idea what he is talking about.
--
Peter Fournier
After this, I suppose anything is possible....
Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 19:30:28 -0400
From: Peter Fournier
Organization: Samalander
To: Catherine Fernyer
Subject: PIE dispute: potential intervention by Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and
Ra LLC
Granny, Smith, Free, Stone, Mac, Lobo, Pecan, and Rasberry LLC have been requested by the court to stand in as "Friends of the Court" in the potential dispute relating to the Postsecondary Incentive Entitlement (PIE) program.
We are acting as friends of a lower court in that the court does not wish to have this case brought before it and to have the court arrive at a decision. This lower court does not feel that any resolution is possible under Canadian law.
To clarify the courts position in this matter we wish to point out that the dispute is in fact resolvable under a large number of statutes, but that any resolution based any one statute would be in conflict with another statute. This presents the Canadian legal system with the potential danger of infinite recursion (actually in this case, recourse) to the Supreme Court. To be precise, this lower court sees a danger of the case reaching the Supreme Court, being decided, and then being retried starting in a lower court, arguments being based on a different statute, eventually reaching the Supreme Court and being decided by that body wholly in contradiction to the first decision, and the process repeating itself all over again.
Gentlemen and gentlewomen, law is not designed to resolve cases such as this! Not only is the case complex in the extreme, but it seems more than society can demand of the Supreme Justices to remain impartial when the evidence submitted to the court are freshly baked apple, peach, rhubard, rasberry and pecan pies! The court risks conveying an impression of aloss of impartiality, especially if ( as is likely) during the discovery procedure the ddisputed award mysteriously disappears! We beg you, do not expose the Canadian people to a collapse of the very foundations and principles of law in our land!.
Therefore, Granny, Smith, Free, Stone, Mac, Lobo, Pecan, and Rasberry LLC wish to suggest at this point that perhaps there is some way of mediating the dispute before it is brought before the courts. To that end, we wish to raise the following point which, we earnestly believe, might raise questions in the disputants minds of the validity of their repsective cases, and perhaps make them more amenable to an itermediary settlement that falls beween "a butter tart, no raisins" and "35.25 pies".
Firstly, the PIE should realize that any mathematical system that allows for the determination of an entitlement to be "a butter tart without raisins" is indeed a complete, new and self-contained mathematical system in of itself. Furthermore, please note that no mathematical system can prove itself to be true due to the limitations imposed upon itself by it's own axioms (see "Goedel, Escher and Bach" for a layman's exploration of this disturbing mathematical fact).
Therefore, due to the fact that the initial award of ten (10) pies to Sarah Fournier seems to have involved few if any calculations and that the award of a "butter tart, no raisins" and "shipping not included" does seem to involve extensive calculations in a completely new mathematical system (since no known mathematical system or engine, mechanical or electrical, at this point of civilization's total history and apprehension of the cosmic ALL), the court is likely to focuss, each time the case is brought before it, on the precise methodoly and the actual axiomatic foundations of the calculations allowing such a result. This the court is manifestly not qualified to do, yet will manifestly try to do.
Extensive consultation with the leading mathematical minds currently active lead us to believe that the end result of this effort of the court will be an elaboration of the PIE mathematics that leads to a result in which, whatever the reward to Matthew or Sarah Fournier, individually or combined, that self same award will also be owed to the justices on the bench.
However, these best mathematical minds have also indicated that said award will owed by each plaintiff individually to the court. The cumulative total owed to the court will be therefore, potentially, 9 justices x 3 plaintiffs x 35.25 pies.
We furhther advise you that our mathematical consulters in this matter have indicated that they will demand to be paid in the currency established by the decision (that is the justices received pies, therefore they should be paid in pies) and that they can prove, indisputably, that the unit of currency thus established is in fact the pie (being a 10 inch pie made of rasberry, apple, rhubard, peach or pecan).
Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC cannnot but agree with the logic of this position and will therefore demand equal treatement and request that they be paid for their services as friends of the court in the same currency!
In conclusion, Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, as friends of the court, wish the plaintiffs to *cease *all negotiations *immediately *and bring this matter to the attention of the courts immediately.
Yours, truly!
Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC
PS: There was a "secondly" but none of the partners involved in this "friend of the court" request seems capable of remembering what the substance of the "secondly" might of been.
PPS: One of the partners has suggested that the "secondly" may have been related to the total world supply of fruit, but that seems farfetched.
PPPS: After discussion with one of the mathematical consulters, it seems he can explain what the "secondly" was about, but demands to be paid in advance.
PPPPS: You may have heard on the news that the senior partner of Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Ma,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, now Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC, has just sold his interest in Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC and has left a forwarding address beleived to be a village in the Okanagan. This developement will not affect Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC role as friend of the court.
PPPPPS: The remaining partners in Gr,Sm,Fr,St,Lo,Pe,Rh, and Ra LLC wish to inquire as to the adequacy of your stock of cinnamon. Do you, the plaintiffs have enough cinnamon? We realize that "enough" is perhaps a bit imprecise, but you know what we mean.
PPPPPPS: One of our mathematical consulters, this one with an additonnal qualification in physics, has just called and demanded to know if we are all aware of Schrodinger's work on pie. Apparently the uncertainty introduced by our questions may have some sort of impact on cats, if only we would care to notice. The impact is, apparently, related to the irrational certainty of pie despite the state of any individual cat. Do you, the plaintiffs, have any idea of what he is talking about?
PPPPPPPS: An author has called us claiming damages for theft of intellectual property. Apparently "Discworld" is a pie. It's essence is pie. We have no idea what he is talking about.
--
Peter Fournier
P.I.E. Part Three
And the debate raged on....
Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 08:10:09 -0400
To: Catherine Fournier
From: "mattfour"
Subject: Re: A small concern
Dear Mrs Baker,
This is a reply to your email of Sep. 16, concerning file #743458587.
We are extremely dissapointed with the reply we received on Sep 16. There are several
issues we must bring to your attention.
Firstly, we sent our request to the Parental Commitee, which is a much higher
authority than the PIE Centre. We, who fight for the well being of children and young
adults everywhere, feel it is unjust for our objections to be treated as if they are of no concern to the all knowing, all seeing, all judging Parental Commitee.
Secondly, the selection criteria quoted in your last email were not made known to the student, Matthew Fournier, before his departure to University. This is entirely
unnacceptable as it shows favoritism towards individuals, namely one Sarah Fournier, who was given this information without having requested it. We do not entirely understand why such a two-tier system is in place within your organization, but we assure you that we at the Counter-Injustice Brotherhood will investigate the matter fully in order to root out any corruption and save future young adults from the sufferings that Matthew Fournier has been through. With this in mind, we will be sending a delegation to your headquarters to investigate. The delegation will consist of Mr and Mrs Konkal, and their daughter Rachel, who is an expert taste-tester. We ask you to give them your full co-operation, so that we may resolve this matter expeditiously.
Thirdly, we happen to know that you are currently harbouring two or three men and
boys, named Andrew, Jonathon and Robert, who are consistently given neutronium bars and other essentials that Matthew is denied. Although we are sure you will be able to
present us with another "complex formula" to explain this, we have instructed our
delegation to investigate this matter as well. We shall keep you informed as to the
proceedings.
Finally, since you have not yet fully resolved all the issues and conflicts in ths matter, we are forced to maintain our demand of 35.25 pies for Matthew Fournier, as outlined in our last email.
Long live the victorious Counter-Injustice Brotherhood.
And the debate raged on....
Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 08:10:09 -0400
To: Catherine Fournier
From: "mattfour"
Subject: Re: A small concern
Dear Mrs Baker,
This is a reply to your email of Sep. 16, concerning file #743458587.
We are extremely dissapointed with the reply we received on Sep 16. There are several
issues we must bring to your attention.
Firstly, we sent our request to the Parental Commitee, which is a much higher
authority than the PIE Centre. We, who fight for the well being of children and young
adults everywhere, feel it is unjust for our objections to be treated as if they are of no concern to the all knowing, all seeing, all judging Parental Commitee.
Secondly, the selection criteria quoted in your last email were not made known to the student, Matthew Fournier, before his departure to University. This is entirely
unnacceptable as it shows favoritism towards individuals, namely one Sarah Fournier, who was given this information without having requested it. We do not entirely understand why such a two-tier system is in place within your organization, but we assure you that we at the Counter-Injustice Brotherhood will investigate the matter fully in order to root out any corruption and save future young adults from the sufferings that Matthew Fournier has been through. With this in mind, we will be sending a delegation to your headquarters to investigate. The delegation will consist of Mr and Mrs Konkal, and their daughter Rachel, who is an expert taste-tester. We ask you to give them your full co-operation, so that we may resolve this matter expeditiously.
Thirdly, we happen to know that you are currently harbouring two or three men and
boys, named Andrew, Jonathon and Robert, who are consistently given neutronium bars and other essentials that Matthew is denied. Although we are sure you will be able to
present us with another "complex formula" to explain this, we have instructed our
delegation to investigate this matter as well. We shall keep you informed as to the
proceedings.
Finally, since you have not yet fully resolved all the issues and conflicts in ths matter, we are forced to maintain our demand of 35.25 pies for Matthew Fournier, as outlined in our last email.
Long live the victorious Counter-Injustice Brotherhood.
P.I.E Part Two.
Oh, yes, there was more....
Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 10:42:58 -0400
To: "mattfour"
From: Catherine Fournier
Subject: Re: A small concern
Dear M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood;
Thank you for your letter of 13 September on behalf of Matthew Fournier.
We must point out that the nature of PIE (Postsecondary Incentive Entitlement) has been mis-understood. Not all candidates are equally eligible for PIE.
Entitlement is calculated through a complex formula using a variety of important factors including;
1. The number of times the applicant calls home.
2. Distance from home, and therefore the applicant's easy access to home-cooking items.
3. Sex. It is presumed that girls already know how to make home-baked goods. Girls are therefore given extra "weight" in the calculation since though they could provide this incentive for themselves and others, they are encouraged to concentrate on other educational matters.
4. Race. Similarly, it is presumed that those of European descent already know how to make the aforementioned baked goods. Caucasians therefore also gain "weight" in this calculation.
We are happy to report that this last consideration makes you eligible for an award from PIE. Your award amount consists of one (1) butter tart without raisins. Please be advised that shipping is not included in this award.
If you wish to discuss or appeal this result, you may contact our Appeals Committee. Be advised however that this committee meets on an irregular basis and your existing award may rot in the meantime. Should you decide to pursue an appeal, please quote this File Number: 743458587 in all further correspondence.
Yours from the Pie Centre;
Katie Baker
3.1415926535897932 Baker's Circle
Theovenis, ON
E-mail: no_way@youmustbekidding.com
Web: http://www.youmustbekidding.com
Oh, yes, there was more....
Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 10:42:58 -0400
To: "mattfour"
From: Catherine Fournier
Subject: Re: A small concern
Dear M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood;
Thank you for your letter of 13 September on behalf of Matthew Fournier.
We must point out that the nature of PIE (Postsecondary Incentive Entitlement) has been mis-understood. Not all candidates are equally eligible for PIE.
Entitlement is calculated through a complex formula using a variety of important factors including;
1. The number of times the applicant calls home.
2. Distance from home, and therefore the applicant's easy access to home-cooking items.
3. Sex. It is presumed that girls already know how to make home-baked goods. Girls are therefore given extra "weight" in the calculation since though they could provide this incentive for themselves and others, they are encouraged to concentrate on other educational matters.
4. Race. Similarly, it is presumed that those of European descent already know how to make the aforementioned baked goods. Caucasians therefore also gain "weight" in this calculation.
We are happy to report that this last consideration makes you eligible for an award from PIE. Your award amount consists of one (1) butter tart without raisins. Please be advised that shipping is not included in this award.
If you wish to discuss or appeal this result, you may contact our Appeals Committee. Be advised however that this committee meets on an irregular basis and your existing award may rot in the meantime. Should you decide to pursue an appeal, please quote this File Number: 743458587 in all further correspondence.
Yours from the Pie Centre;
Katie Baker
3.1415926535897932 Baker's Circle
Theovenis, ON
E-mail: no_way@youmustbekidding.com
Web: http://www.youmustbekidding.com
P.I. E.
In the interests of posterity, I am posting more funny emails, this series dealing with the recently revived P.I.E. debate....
Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:35:54 -0400
To: Catherine Fournier
From: "mattfour"
Subject: A small concern
Dear Mrs. Fournier,
We have it from a reliable source (Sarah) that you are in agreement with said source to pay him/her a balance of 10 pies for every year spent in post-secondary education.
Because of the fact that in the past you have claimed to love all your children equally,we at the M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood feel that it is within our mandate to ensure the same benefits for all of your offspring.
Seeing as on Matthew Fournier, your most beloved son, has already gained 2 years of
post-secondary education, and is starting his third, we are forced to demand that you
furnish him with 30 pies, plus interest, for a total of 35.25 pies to date.
Upon contacting Mr. M. Fournier, we learned that he is most distressed at this
oversight, and asks for 7 peach, 7 raspberry, 7 pecan, 7 rubard and 7.25 apple pies.
Please be expeditious in the fulfillment of your duty, as your interest payments will
become increasingly difficult to maintain. Also, because of your tardiness in this
affair, your interest payments may begin to encompass other goods such as black forest
cake, baked alaska, and lemony wet stuff, and most probably neutronium bars.
Thank you for your time,
M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood
"Let all have their pies, and eat them too"
In the interests of posterity, I am posting more funny emails, this series dealing with the recently revived P.I.E. debate....
Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 19:35:54 -0400
To: Catherine Fournier
From: "mattfour"
Subject: A small concern
Dear Mrs. Fournier,
We have it from a reliable source (Sarah) that you are in agreement with said source to pay him/her a balance of 10 pies for every year spent in post-secondary education.
Because of the fact that in the past you have claimed to love all your children equally,we at the M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood feel that it is within our mandate to ensure the same benefits for all of your offspring.
Seeing as on Matthew Fournier, your most beloved son, has already gained 2 years of
post-secondary education, and is starting his third, we are forced to demand that you
furnish him with 30 pies, plus interest, for a total of 35.25 pies to date.
Upon contacting Mr. M. Fournier, we learned that he is most distressed at this
oversight, and asks for 7 peach, 7 raspberry, 7 pecan, 7 rubard and 7.25 apple pies.
Please be expeditious in the fulfillment of your duty, as your interest payments will
become increasingly difficult to maintain. Also, because of your tardiness in this
affair, your interest payments may begin to encompass other goods such as black forest
cake, baked alaska, and lemony wet stuff, and most probably neutronium bars.
Thank you for your time,
M.F. Counter-Injustice Brotherhood
"Let all have their pies, and eat them too"
Monday, March 5, 2007
The Flying Alarm Clock.This digital alarm clock launches a rotor into the air that flies around the room as the alarm sounds, flying up to 9' in the air, and will not cease ringing until the rotor is returned to the alarm clock base, compelling even the most stubborn sleepers to get out of bed on time. The alarm clock has a continuous snooze function that rings every seven minutes for an entire hour, an easy to read LCD, and a six-button control panel for ease of programming. 3 3/4" H x 5 1/2" Diam. (7 oz.)
Item 73755 ................... $39.95 Available for Immediate Shipment.
Go get it, you know you what to. Go ahead, do it, do it, doit, doit, doit.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
John's New Job!!!
We are into the second week of John's new job with the Knights of Columbus Financial Services. He has a shiny new name tag to add to his very SHARP suit (can you tell that it is pinstriped). He has been meeting primarily with the Grand Knights, Financial Secretaries of the six counsels to which he has been assigned, as well as the District Deputy. And he made his first sale on Thursday, his first day in the job! John is really enjoying himself and feels that he can really excel in this position. And guess WHAT! The KofC do incentive trips. If he meets his quota, John will earn a luxury trip for two to MAUI
!!! We will of course bring the kids. And the best part is that the trip takes place over my thirtith birthday. Maybe this will make up for forgetting my birthday when we engaged.
Thank you to everyone who encouraged us with the words and prayers over the last several months, we wouldn't have been able to do it without you.
We are into the second week of John's new job with the Knights of Columbus Financial Services. He has a shiny new name tag to add to his very SHARP suit (can you tell that it is pinstriped). He has been meeting primarily with the Grand Knights, Financial Secretaries of the six counsels to which he has been assigned, as well as the District Deputy. And he made his first sale on Thursday, his first day in the job! John is really enjoying himself and feels that he can really excel in this position. And guess WHAT! The KofC do incentive trips. If he meets his quota, John will earn a luxury trip for two to MAUI
!!! We will of course bring the kids. And the best part is that the trip takes place over my thirtith birthday. Maybe this will make up for forgetting my birthday when we engaged. Thank you to everyone who encouraged us with the words and prayers over the last several months, we wouldn't have been able to do it without you.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Housing news...
After getting myself all emotionally attached to a house in Arnprior, imagining where to put the furniture and what colours to paint the walls and so on ... we lost it. Someone else came along a made an offer while we're still trying to sell this house.
So, we had to decide whether to let the Elgin Street house go, or buy it outright and maybe have to support two houses. Not much of a choice, and very much against a "rule" that Dad and I made a long time ago, "Thou shall not take financial chances, lest God test you on it. He has a wierd sense of humour that way, don't think He won't."
So, we're looking at new houses. We think we've found one. It's a bit junky on the outside but the location is perfect, the interior is nice and it's convertable into a duplex later. Bonus. Additional bonus - Ken Kilby would be our next door neighbour.
Love MOm
aka: "Daisy Took of Great Smials" when I'm feeling portly and "Idril Tîwele" when I'm feeling ethereal (and difficult - who can pronounce that?)
After getting myself all emotionally attached to a house in Arnprior, imagining where to put the furniture and what colours to paint the walls and so on ... we lost it. Someone else came along a made an offer while we're still trying to sell this house.
So, we had to decide whether to let the Elgin Street house go, or buy it outright and maybe have to support two houses. Not much of a choice, and very much against a "rule" that Dad and I made a long time ago, "Thou shall not take financial chances, lest God test you on it. He has a wierd sense of humour that way, don't think He won't."
So, we're looking at new houses. We think we've found one. It's a bit junky on the outside but the location is perfect, the interior is nice and it's convertable into a duplex later. Bonus. Additional bonus - Ken Kilby would be our next door neighbour.
Love MOm
aka: "Daisy Took of Great Smials" when I'm feeling portly and "Idril Tîwele" when I'm feeling ethereal (and difficult - who can pronounce that?)
"There's a chipmunk in the house."
Hello, everyone, I've decided to post some of the funnier e-mails I've collected over the years...so I offer this missive, written by Matthew, for your entertainment. Do not attempt to eat while reading this, you will do serious damge to your sinuses and keyboard.
Friday, September 17, 1999
Dear Fr. Bob,
First of all, I would like to thank you for the return of my hat. I was wondering what was in the package when it came, and when I opened it I was overjoyed! But, alas, as I tried it on, I had a terrible realization. In the weeks without my hat to keep it under control, my head must have swelled up! The hat didn’t fit anymore! I quickly readjusted the size and tried it on again, and was relieved to find that it fit now, just not as well as before. In any case, it is still my long-lost faithful hat that I have been missing for so long, so I thank you, and the housekeeper who found it behind the toilet, (how did it get there?) and you for mailing it back to me.
So now, a funny story that took place last week, that I thought you might find interesting: We, Robert, Jonathon and I, arrived home from school last Friday to find the house locked and nobody home. So, having nothing else to do, I paused to enjoy the sunshine, while Jonathon opened the door with his key and went inside. As I moseyed up to the front porch, yawning, an excited voice exclaimed something from within the cool gloom of our home,
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!" it said. I perked up.
The voice, actually Jonathon’s, came again as Robert joined me on the porch after fetching the mail,
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!"
This could get interesting, I thought, and rushed inside, with Robert right at my heels. We discovered Jonathon in the dining room looking cautiously about him with a look of uneasiness on his face.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, then, uhh . . . Yeah right! You’re kidding!" I countered, but no sooner than had I finished this sentence, that we heard the distinct sound of little sharp claws skittering across our hardwood kitchen floor and the popping sound of claws-on-rug proceeding down the hallway.
We all looked at each other.
"Told ya," Jon said, and rushed down the hall.
Hey, this could be interesting, I thought as Robert and I paused to fetch some containers with which to capture the vermin, before heading after Jonathon.
We discovered the chipmunk within the office, but we would not have known it was there, if it weren’t for the sounds it was making. The noises were most distinctly chipmunk-y; scuttling and the occasional chirp. I poked my head into the room, scanning every corner, shelf, nook and cranny for the chipmunk, my body followed my head, and the boys after that, closing the door behind them. I looked at a shelf from where the sounds seemed to be coming from, and inspected it, keeping the boys on their guard and alert at the door. As I near the source of all the sounds, it became clear that they were emanating from underneath it, and when I lowered my head to take a look, my suspicions were justified. Jonathon wasn’t hallucinating, and there was a chipmunk in the house!
Hey, this could be inter . . . I began, but my train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the panicked chittering and frenzied scurrying as the chipmunk noticed me. It began to run around frantically under the shelf like a cornered wombat with a caffeine addiction, chittering as threatingaly as it could. Quickly backing up, a thought suddenly popped into my head. It hurt, so I stopped for a moment, considering our situation. The pain subsided, and I turned to Jon to give him some quick instructions.
Jonathon returned back to the scene of action a short minute later, carrying a tub of peanut butter and a long stick, as per my directions. He handed them to me and without hesitation I ripped off the lid and dunked the stick into the thick gooey mixture, the oily aroma meeting my nose, and probably the chipmunks. The stick exited the container of peanut butter, efficiently slathered in the attractive (?) substance. I approached the shelf, clutching the stick in my hand like some kind of bizarre weapon.
"
"Here, chip-chip-chippy-chipmunk I said as I approached the shelf, and peeked under. There was the chipmunk, looking nervously back at me from under the shelf. I signaled to the boys to have their buckets ready to catch it. They tensed and watched me as I stuck the peanut in what seemed like an inviting manner towards the chipmunk, saying, "chik, chik, chik, chipmunks like peanut butter, yes, they do, etc. etc." It eyed the stick cautiously, then nervously, then alarmingly, and finally panicked. The animal suddenly exploded into an inferno of whirling claws and rapid movements, like the Warner Bros. Tasmanian devil. I yelled and leapt back, as the tiny animal exploded out of its lair and began to run frantically around the room in a vain effort to escape. At the same time we all suddenly exploded just as it had, except with war yells, and our buckets crashing down around in an effort to catch the animal just as vain as it’s attempt to escape. The chipmunks striped body streaked around the room, once, twice, until on the third pass,
Robert was waiting for it, and bravely brought his foot to stop it short, but stepped on it instead. HE screamed in surprise and lifted his foot again. This stopped the chipmunk, but only for about half a second, at which point it turned around and started doing laps around the room in the opposite direction.
After a couple of minutes of this, we knew we needed a plan. So, the boys and I quickly decided to block of the top of the stairs, as to not let the chipmunk downstairs, and finally chase it out the back door. So, we quietly opened the door, and filed out, keeping the animal inside, the room, or trying to, for just as the door was closing . . . a black-and-yellow bolt of lightening streaked out of the room, faster than the eye could see.
"DON’T LET IT REACH DOWNSTAIRS" I bellowed as we flung ourselves at the fleeing animal.
"NOOOOOOO. . . " too late. I skidded around a corner at the last instant to catch
a glimpse of a black and white, tiny striped rocket bulleting down the stairs.
"GNAAAAAAR!" I ejaculated, and hurled myself after the panic-stricken mammal. I pursued down the last flight of stairs, through the hall, and into our room. I followed, to find the chipmunk under the boy’s bed. I noticed that it was either out of breath or hyperventilating, so I sat to wait for the boys. They arrived, Jonathon looking around in disbelief, Robert saying ‘sorry’ a whole bunch. I pointed to under the bed, where they both looked. We discussed and presently decided on another course of action. I would hold a container on one side of the bed, and then the boys would attempt to scare it into the trap from the other side. Needless to say, the ‘master plan’ failed, with much the same result as the office, the chipmunk exploded furiously, rocketed around the room, with us in pursuit. Robert, sure of success this time, stepped on it again, in the same scenario. Finally, our mad rush was interrupted by an authoritative voice emnatingblasting down from upstairs.
" WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE!?" Mom was home. This could be interesting. I rushed upstairs, ordering the boys to keep everything under control. As I approached mom on the landing she asked again
" What is going on?"
"There’s a chipmunk in the house."
"WHAT!?!?!!?!"
"There is a chipmunk in the house."
"I heard you, but, how?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Show me" she said as Andrew came in.
Soooooooo . . . I did.
"Good grief," were her words as she entered the room. The boys could be seen quickly, quietly and cautiously running about the room, bucket in hands, chipmunk in front.
Immediately mom inspected, took control of, then mastered the situation, simply by opening a window and leaving the room to let the animal find its own way out. Now, I had considered that course of action before we started chasing that darn thing around, but I had had a boring day so, of course I chose the most time-consuming, inefficient, disorganized, frantic, complicated and panicky approach to the problem. Basically, the approach involving the highest percentage of fun.
That’s my story, and so on to the question you asked me. I have been thinking about it, and as near as I can tell, there are good priests, and bad priests. One must be the right kind of person to be a priest, and if one just joined up for the money, free food or free respect, well . . . that’s bad.
On the other hand, I know of more ‘good’ priests than ‘bad’, and all have different qualities and skills.
And then there are priests who seem to drop in at various intervals just to cause trouble, doing various mischievous {yet funny} things like implanting visions of triple cheese, all-dressed quadruple anchovy extra extra large, quarter pound pepperoni {net weight before cooking} Mega black olive, double cheese, spicy sausage, mushroom, pepper, thick crust pppppiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzaaaaaaa, mmmmmmmmm . . . . .
But that’s why we like you.
Sincerely
Matthew Fournier
Hello, everyone, I've decided to post some of the funnier e-mails I've collected over the years...so I offer this missive, written by Matthew, for your entertainment. Do not attempt to eat while reading this, you will do serious damge to your sinuses and keyboard.
Friday, September 17, 1999
Dear Fr. Bob,
First of all, I would like to thank you for the return of my hat. I was wondering what was in the package when it came, and when I opened it I was overjoyed! But, alas, as I tried it on, I had a terrible realization. In the weeks without my hat to keep it under control, my head must have swelled up! The hat didn’t fit anymore! I quickly readjusted the size and tried it on again, and was relieved to find that it fit now, just not as well as before. In any case, it is still my long-lost faithful hat that I have been missing for so long, so I thank you, and the housekeeper who found it behind the toilet, (how did it get there?) and you for mailing it back to me.
So now, a funny story that took place last week, that I thought you might find interesting: We, Robert, Jonathon and I, arrived home from school last Friday to find the house locked and nobody home. So, having nothing else to do, I paused to enjoy the sunshine, while Jonathon opened the door with his key and went inside. As I moseyed up to the front porch, yawning, an excited voice exclaimed something from within the cool gloom of our home,
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!" it said. I perked up.
The voice, actually Jonathon’s, came again as Robert joined me on the porch after fetching the mail,
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!"
This could get interesting, I thought, and rushed inside, with Robert right at my heels. We discovered Jonathon in the dining room looking cautiously about him with a look of uneasiness on his face.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"There’s a chipmunk in the house!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, then, uhh . . . Yeah right! You’re kidding!" I countered, but no sooner than had I finished this sentence, that we heard the distinct sound of little sharp claws skittering across our hardwood kitchen floor and the popping sound of claws-on-rug proceeding down the hallway.
We all looked at each other.
"Told ya," Jon said, and rushed down the hall.
Hey, this could be interesting, I thought as Robert and I paused to fetch some containers with which to capture the vermin, before heading after Jonathon.
We discovered the chipmunk within the office, but we would not have known it was there, if it weren’t for the sounds it was making. The noises were most distinctly chipmunk-y; scuttling and the occasional chirp. I poked my head into the room, scanning every corner, shelf, nook and cranny for the chipmunk, my body followed my head, and the boys after that, closing the door behind them. I looked at a shelf from where the sounds seemed to be coming from, and inspected it, keeping the boys on their guard and alert at the door. As I near the source of all the sounds, it became clear that they were emanating from underneath it, and when I lowered my head to take a look, my suspicions were justified. Jonathon wasn’t hallucinating, and there was a chipmunk in the house!
Hey, this could be inter . . . I began, but my train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the panicked chittering and frenzied scurrying as the chipmunk noticed me. It began to run around frantically under the shelf like a cornered wombat with a caffeine addiction, chittering as threatingaly as it could. Quickly backing up, a thought suddenly popped into my head. It hurt, so I stopped for a moment, considering our situation. The pain subsided, and I turned to Jon to give him some quick instructions.
Jonathon returned back to the scene of action a short minute later, carrying a tub of peanut butter and a long stick, as per my directions. He handed them to me and without hesitation I ripped off the lid and dunked the stick into the thick gooey mixture, the oily aroma meeting my nose, and probably the chipmunks. The stick exited the container of peanut butter, efficiently slathered in the attractive (?) substance. I approached the shelf, clutching the stick in my hand like some kind of bizarre weapon.
"
"Here, chip-chip-chippy-chipmunk I said as I approached the shelf, and peeked under. There was the chipmunk, looking nervously back at me from under the shelf. I signaled to the boys to have their buckets ready to catch it. They tensed and watched me as I stuck the peanut in what seemed like an inviting manner towards the chipmunk, saying, "chik, chik, chik, chipmunks like peanut butter, yes, they do, etc. etc." It eyed the stick cautiously, then nervously, then alarmingly, and finally panicked. The animal suddenly exploded into an inferno of whirling claws and rapid movements, like the Warner Bros. Tasmanian devil. I yelled and leapt back, as the tiny animal exploded out of its lair and began to run frantically around the room in a vain effort to escape. At the same time we all suddenly exploded just as it had, except with war yells, and our buckets crashing down around in an effort to catch the animal just as vain as it’s attempt to escape. The chipmunks striped body streaked around the room, once, twice, until on the third pass,
Robert was waiting for it, and bravely brought his foot to stop it short, but stepped on it instead. HE screamed in surprise and lifted his foot again. This stopped the chipmunk, but only for about half a second, at which point it turned around and started doing laps around the room in the opposite direction.
After a couple of minutes of this, we knew we needed a plan. So, the boys and I quickly decided to block of the top of the stairs, as to not let the chipmunk downstairs, and finally chase it out the back door. So, we quietly opened the door, and filed out, keeping the animal inside, the room, or trying to, for just as the door was closing . . . a black-and-yellow bolt of lightening streaked out of the room, faster than the eye could see.
"DON’T LET IT REACH DOWNSTAIRS" I bellowed as we flung ourselves at the fleeing animal.
"NOOOOOOO. . . " too late. I skidded around a corner at the last instant to catch
a glimpse of a black and white, tiny striped rocket bulleting down the stairs.
"GNAAAAAAR!" I ejaculated, and hurled myself after the panic-stricken mammal. I pursued down the last flight of stairs, through the hall, and into our room. I followed, to find the chipmunk under the boy’s bed. I noticed that it was either out of breath or hyperventilating, so I sat to wait for the boys. They arrived, Jonathon looking around in disbelief, Robert saying ‘sorry’ a whole bunch. I pointed to under the bed, where they both looked. We discussed and presently decided on another course of action. I would hold a container on one side of the bed, and then the boys would attempt to scare it into the trap from the other side. Needless to say, the ‘master plan’ failed, with much the same result as the office, the chipmunk exploded furiously, rocketed around the room, with us in pursuit. Robert, sure of success this time, stepped on it again, in the same scenario. Finally, our mad rush was interrupted by an authoritative voice emnatingblasting down from upstairs.
" WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE!?" Mom was home. This could be interesting. I rushed upstairs, ordering the boys to keep everything under control. As I approached mom on the landing she asked again
" What is going on?"
"There’s a chipmunk in the house."
"WHAT!?!?!!?!"
"There is a chipmunk in the house."
"I heard you, but, how?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Show me" she said as Andrew came in.
Soooooooo . . . I did.
"Good grief," were her words as she entered the room. The boys could be seen quickly, quietly and cautiously running about the room, bucket in hands, chipmunk in front.
Immediately mom inspected, took control of, then mastered the situation, simply by opening a window and leaving the room to let the animal find its own way out. Now, I had considered that course of action before we started chasing that darn thing around, but I had had a boring day so, of course I chose the most time-consuming, inefficient, disorganized, frantic, complicated and panicky approach to the problem. Basically, the approach involving the highest percentage of fun.
That’s my story, and so on to the question you asked me. I have been thinking about it, and as near as I can tell, there are good priests, and bad priests. One must be the right kind of person to be a priest, and if one just joined up for the money, free food or free respect, well . . . that’s bad.
On the other hand, I know of more ‘good’ priests than ‘bad’, and all have different qualities and skills.
And then there are priests who seem to drop in at various intervals just to cause trouble, doing various mischievous {yet funny} things like implanting visions of triple cheese, all-dressed quadruple anchovy extra extra large, quarter pound pepperoni {net weight before cooking} Mega black olive, double cheese, spicy sausage, mushroom, pepper, thick crust pppppiiiiiiiiizzzzzzzaaaaaaa, mmmmmmmmm . . . . .
But that’s why we like you.
Sincerely
Matthew Fournier
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
What's for Dinner?
Tonight we are having Lamb Tangine.
I lightly sauteed some onions, garlic, and red and green peppers. I then added some honey, almond slices, raisins, harissa. Tossed in some lamb chops (slightly freezer burned) and almost covered the whole thing with water and orange juice. It is in the oven right now at 350* and will braise until about 5pm. We will have it with couscous.
Drool away.
Tonight we are having Lamb Tangine.
I lightly sauteed some onions, garlic, and red and green peppers. I then added some honey, almond slices, raisins, harissa. Tossed in some lamb chops (slightly freezer burned) and almost covered the whole thing with water and orange juice. It is in the oven right now at 350* and will braise until about 5pm. We will have it with couscous.
Drool away.
Monday, January 29, 2007
What's for dinner??
None of you other slouches are posting anything, so I am going to indulge myself.
The other night we had a cream of Broccoli soup from one of my favourite cook books, Twelve Months of Monastery Soups by Brother Victor-Antoine d'Avila-Latourrette.
1 pound fresh broccoli
3 medium potatoes
2 onions
8 cups water (I used 4 cups chicken stock and 4 cups water)
1 bouillon cube (I didn't use one)
I cup heavy cream or half and half (I used 1/2 cup sour cream and 1/2 milk)
salt to taste
pinch of cayenne ( I used somewhat more than a pinch)
grated cheese of choice as garnish (I mixed in cheddar cheese because Little Miss won't eat visible cheese, not that she ate the soup anyway, but I can try.)
1. Wash, peel, and slice the vegetables into small pieces. Pour the water into a large soup pot (I always use the Le Crueset that Baba gave me because I think that heavy enameled pots like that make better soup) and add all the vegetables and the bouillon. Cook slowly over medium heat for 1 hour.
2. Blend the soup in a blender ( I used the food processor) and return it to the pot. Add the cream, salt and cayenne and stir. Reheat for a few minutes and serve hot with grated cheese as garnish.
It was soo goooood. We had leftovers for lunch the next day and today. The recipe says it makes 4-6 servings, but that must be 4-6 big hungry monks who've been working in the fields all day.
Tonight, we are going to have turkey sausage, sauteed cabbage with cumin seeds, roasted carrots, and boiled potatoes.
Now you can go away and dream about your own dinners.
Kisses, Tina
None of you other slouches are posting anything, so I am going to indulge myself.
The other night we had a cream of Broccoli soup from one of my favourite cook books, Twelve Months of Monastery Soups by Brother Victor-Antoine d'Avila-Latourrette.
1 pound fresh broccoli
3 medium potatoes
2 onions
8 cups water (I used 4 cups chicken stock and 4 cups water)
1 bouillon cube (I didn't use one)
I cup heavy cream or half and half (I used 1/2 cup sour cream and 1/2 milk)
salt to taste
pinch of cayenne ( I used somewhat more than a pinch)
grated cheese of choice as garnish (I mixed in cheddar cheese because Little Miss won't eat visible cheese, not that she ate the soup anyway, but I can try.)
1. Wash, peel, and slice the vegetables into small pieces. Pour the water into a large soup pot (I always use the Le Crueset that Baba gave me because I think that heavy enameled pots like that make better soup) and add all the vegetables and the bouillon. Cook slowly over medium heat for 1 hour.
2. Blend the soup in a blender ( I used the food processor) and return it to the pot. Add the cream, salt and cayenne and stir. Reheat for a few minutes and serve hot with grated cheese as garnish.
It was soo goooood. We had leftovers for lunch the next day and today. The recipe says it makes 4-6 servings, but that must be 4-6 big hungry monks who've been working in the fields all day.
Tonight, we are going to have turkey sausage, sauteed cabbage with cumin seeds, roasted carrots, and boiled potatoes.
Now you can go away and dream about your own dinners.
Kisses, Tina
Friday, January 19, 2007
I was surfing around looking at various baby and kid stuff websites, when I came across this
First Words Dictionary
A collection of babies first words or sayings, translated in adult. Very cute. My favourite is
schwiiisshhh, me, me, me, me = I want to flush the toilet!
Check it out!
First Words Dictionary
A collection of babies first words or sayings, translated in adult. Very cute. My favourite is
schwiiisshhh, me, me, me, me = I want to flush the toilet!
Check it out!
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Oh yes, here it is.
http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/
Pansy Hamwich of Buckleberry Fern
I think I might use this in the future.
http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/
Pansy Hamwich of Buckleberry Fern
I think I might use this in the future.
 | My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Venerable Lord John the Antique of Great Leering Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title |
Fun, fun, fun! Didn't I see a thing about finding out your hobbit name some time last year?
| My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Reverend Lady Faustina the Precocious of Midhoop St Giggleswich Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title |
Monday, January 1, 2007
HAPPY NEW YEAR FAMILY!!
Matt - we LOVE YOU and miss you very much! We are all SO proud of you! (tell me everything lil bro. tell me everything... mowahahahahahahahhaha!)
Jon - who woulda thunk it eh?! You are doing it! University! Living away from home! having two sense and letting ppl know bout it! LOVE YA! XOOXOXOX
Robbie - Hang in there bro. I know its hard. Be patient. You will be out there "doing it" just like the rest of us soon enough, and you WILL be SO Successful when you do!
Tina - Miss you love you! you are an amazing WOMAN i am so happy to call you one of my best friends... my three musketeers! I have THREE friends! Wooohooo! OXOXO You have a beautiful family. I am proud to tell people that you are my one and only sister. You mean alot to me. Love you! OXOXO
Andrew - will you read this? Andrew - take 2007 with no fear. we ALLL love you unconditionally. We care for you no matter what! Don't make us proud this year......... make yourself proud bro. Live it! I think and worry about you alot. We love you Andrew! I only have ONE big brother. I would not trade up mine for ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!!!!!! OXOXOXOXO
MOM n DAD!!!
Love you. Miss you. Look up to you. OXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXOOXOX that about sums it up... you have 6 amazing kids n we LOVE YOU MOMMY N DADDY!!!!!!! XOIXOXOOXOXOXOX!!!
OXOXOXO!!!!
Everyone!!!
OXOXOXOXOXO Heres to a NEW YEAR!!!!
Matt - we LOVE YOU and miss you very much! We are all SO proud of you! (tell me everything lil bro. tell me everything... mowahahahahahahahhaha!)
Jon - who woulda thunk it eh?! You are doing it! University! Living away from home! having two sense and letting ppl know bout it! LOVE YA! XOOXOXOX
Robbie - Hang in there bro. I know its hard. Be patient. You will be out there "doing it" just like the rest of us soon enough, and you WILL be SO Successful when you do!
Tina - Miss you love you! you are an amazing WOMAN i am so happy to call you one of my best friends... my three musketeers! I have THREE friends! Wooohooo! OXOXO You have a beautiful family. I am proud to tell people that you are my one and only sister. You mean alot to me. Love you! OXOXO
Andrew - will you read this? Andrew - take 2007 with no fear. we ALLL love you unconditionally. We care for you no matter what! Don't make us proud this year......... make yourself proud bro. Live it! I think and worry about you alot. We love you Andrew! I only have ONE big brother. I would not trade up mine for ANYTHING IN THE WORLD!!!!!! OXOXOXOXO
MOM n DAD!!!
Love you. Miss you. Look up to you. OXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXOOXOX that about sums it up... you have 6 amazing kids n we LOVE YOU MOMMY N DADDY!!!!!!! XOIXOXOOXOXOXOX!!!
OXOXOXO!!!!
Everyone!!!
OXOXOXOXOXO Heres to a NEW YEAR!!!!
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