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Friday, October 10, 2008 11:13 PM CDT

It's nine PM on a Friday night... and where are the boys? Spending the night at DJ's house! I was gone most of the day- chiropractor, lunch in Arvin, to a friend's school to visit her first grade class, to Dollartree... I arrived home and the first thing Colton said was, "Can we spend the night at DJ's?" So much for missing Mom! I miss my kids when they were toddlers. Of course I still love them more than ever. But it's strange not feeling "needed" by anyone.

Last Sunday our cable box caught fire. There were even flames coming out of it! Bronson took it, put the fire out, and I threw it out the door. The cable lady was rude and said we'd have to pay 250.00 but the two technicians not only replaced the box that had caught fire, but the older box in my bedroom! He put down, "faulty equipment" on the receipt so we wouldn't be billed. So that was our weekly drama! Good thing we were home, huh?

Bronson's been busy practicing for this "alleged" concert at the Dome. I'll believe it when I see it! Bronson said they have to play their "original" songs. So I asked him how they could do that if they haven't written any yet. Hmmm... If you check out Bronson's YOU TUBE channel you can hear his new guitar work. Click on his "videos" section and listen to his metal version of "Digimon." WEIRD. He wrote it himself.

On Tuesday afternoon Bronson went to a friend's house. While he was sitting on the bed practicing guitar, Dov walked up and shot him in the chest with an airsoft gun. He came home, in pain, and showed me this "bullet hole" in his chest. I have no idea why kids pick on my son. He's a brat to me but he's sweet to everyone else. Is it his red hair? Dov's parents were LIVID with their son! Dov's response: "I was aiming for his leg." (Well yeah, you idiot! You could have hit him in the eye!) Life goes on... That night I had a horrible dream. I had a pain in my chest. I looked down and there was a small hole in my chest. I pulled it open, and there was a ballpoint pen stuck in my chest. I pulled it out and the hole disappeared.

Talk about lunches with friends! I met up with several friends for lunch this week. My friend Corina and I had lunch in the city where we work. Corina told me she invited me to dinner to tell me she's pregnant! She wanted to tell me in person. How sweet. :) She's really thin and now she has this little "pouch." She shared that one of our co-workers from last year had a projection screen fall on her head when she pulled it down. That was either an unfortunate accident... or Karma for messing over her old boss. She's okay, anyhow. A few other friends and I got together in Shafter and Bakersfield. Vacations are always good times to catch up. :)

I spoke to my dad on Monday. One of his neighbors killed his three children, wife, mother-in-law, and then himself. How sad is that? The story made national news. I can understand a despondent person taking their own life, but how could you kill your children? My poor dad. First, he heard the horrible train wreck and now this. He can't stand McCain and since I'm voting for him he has nicknamed me, "Laura Bush!" The economy is scary right now. It's a good thing I'm not smart in economics/math or I might have gotten involved in stocks.

The kids had a field trip to the library on Monday. The cane practice for Colton was good, but he complained that he kept tripping. His school is going to try to go to the local library the first Monday of every month. Colton's teacher is making Braille a "required" class and she's having a couple other kids do it too- which will be a great incentive for Colton!

The bad thing about teaching a college English class is that people bug you to help them with papers. Christie is coming over on Saturday to have me look at her education paper. My friend Daisy is coming over on Sunday. Somewhere in between I have to clean house, do dishes and laundry, and also do my own lesson plan for my evaluation on Tuesday... and my college told me I'm doing a workshop on Wednesday at 5pm on "topic sentences." I won't get the materials until Monday night so that will be interesting. So with my evaluation and workshop, I have a busy week- and lots of preparation. My boys have Monday off. Columbus Day? I believe so. When I told them they wouldn't see me until nighttime they could hardly contain their excitement. Well, at least Colton tried to "act" sad. ;)

We get to see Amy next Saturday so that will be fun! I can't wait for her to hear Bronson play.

I found a nice poem I wanted to leave for my boys (and for all of you!).

The Strength of a Man
(Author Unknown)

The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders
---It's seen in the width of his arms that circle you.

The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
---It's in the gentle words he whispers.

The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
---It's how good a buddy he is with his kids.

The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
---It's how he is respected at home.

The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
---It's in how tender he touches.

The strength of a man isn't in the hair on his chest.
---It's in his heart...that lies within his chest.

The strength of a man isn't how many women he's loved.
---It's in how he can be true to one woman.

The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
---It's in the weights he can lift off of others.

Have a lovely weekend! Love, Laura and her boys

PS- Please keep little Korrine in your prayers...

"It is so hard for me to write these words. Korrine's right side (Liver) pain is persistent and not getting any better. She is now asking for pain medication. We meet with our Doctor tomorrow.
This is of great concern. This is exactly why we make the best of every good day.

Please continue to pray for Korrine and our family."

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