Oh my God, we killed Kenny…

You know you want to laugh… Kenny the hamster is dead.  He lived but just a few months and he will be missed.  The saddest part is that Shannon noticed the night before but was afraid to tell me because she didn’t think they were suppsed to die.  So essentially this poor girl fed and pretended a dead animal was aright for fear of it being her fault somehow.  So, Rest In Peace Kenny…

I took her out a few days after and she picked out gerbils instead of another hamster.  That’s fine, I’m liking these a lot better.  They are more active during the day and funnier to watch.  We have two FEMALES, Whitie and Brownie…. I’m taking it you can guess what colors they are.  They are quite adorable I have to admit.

At Last

Alright, so I know a real post would be nice, but hey, this is what I was feeling.  I love the song At Last sung by Etta James.  Excellent song and the lyrics made me think of Dan so I wanted to post them here… more for my amusement I’m sure, but hey that’s why it’s my tangents.

At last
my love has come along
my lonely days over
and life is like a song

Ooh, yeah, yeah
At last
the skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clover
the night I looked at you

I found a dream
that I could speak to
A dream that I
can call my own
I found a thrill
to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
Ohh, yeah, yeah

You smile
you smile
Ooh and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
for you are mine at last

I truly do love you Dan and nothing is going to change that.

Religion

Alright, so I really don’t understand myself sometimes… OK, so a lot.  I don’t know how Dan actually can.  I give him all the credit in the world.  He loves me and understands me like nobody in this world has, but I digress.  I have this feeling like I need to be attending some sort of organized religion.  I don’t know if it’s the need to belong or just simply I did it for so many years as a child that it’s an ingrained feeling.  I’ve been to Catholic masses, Lutheran services and I was raised Free Will Baptist so essentially I think you can say I’m all messed up in that department.  Dan was raised Lutheran but has been to Baptist services as well.  When I was with him over the weekend after Thanksgiving we went to the Lutheran church his Mom and Dad attend.  Honestly, I loved it.  Laid back, the preacher was very good and held my attention and the music was nice as well.  They even had a play area for the children so I could actually listen.  But the real question is this really what I want?  I want to give something to my children in the form of religion but what?  Do I really believe?  Sometimes I really don’t know what I believe anymore…

Point Taken

So, I had asked Shannon to help Nicholas clean his room by showing him how a big girl picks up the toys and puts them in the toy box.  She did it, believe it or not and then came and got me to come look.  I go in and she says it’s all beautiful except she put toys under his bed.  So me, always the Mom says, well, that’s not really where they go is it?  In all seriousness she looks up at me and says, well, it’s better than where you walk.  I couldn’t stop the laugh and all I could say was point taken…