The Crazy Housewife

I could tell the story of why my dingy brother is laying up in a hospital with a neck fracture and broken collar bone, but where's the fun in that. I mean sure I could make fun of his stupidity, but, I'll save that until he actually gets out of the hospital. Perhaps I'll muster up a post about mens inability to mature past the age of 13.

I could write about how my family makes me feel. But once again, feeling unimportant to everyone you've known for 27 years isn't a very entertaining story to hear. I'll save that until I'm feeling REALLY depressed again, and then let that one rip.

There's always the cranky teething baby. But, he's the majority of the reason I'm so wiped out tonight, and the poor little fella can't help it. After all teething is a part of life, and he's in far more pain then I am dealing with it, so instead I'll leave brudda out of this.

The girls have pretty much lacked in the funny department, which stinks, they're usually good for a funny or twelve a day. Perhaps tomorrow will be my lucky day.

Oh goodness, see, I just don't know what to write about. So many options but none of them I have the mental capacity to get into this evening. Oy! Help me. I'm such a crappy blogger. But then again, do I care? Not really, after all, somewhere around here didn't I talk about not caring what others think of my writing, since I write for me and me alone?

So, I think I'll just close'r down for the evening and go rest my weary head upon my not-so-soft pillow, and take a stab at this again tomorrow. OR Tuesday, Wednesday maybe even, you know me, I'm not so great in the regular posting department.

Leah over at Irish Triplets has started a new meme for Friday, called Friday Firsts. It's a time to showcase some of Firsts in our lives. Since I'm late on the game this week, I had to go digging for a photo of a first. Hot diggity, I even found on.

The girls first professional group photo. Don't let Libby fool you, she really IS a girl. You see, grandma had made their dresses, but when it came photo day, Libbys didn't fit (too big). Oy! Go figure! So Grandma S. frantically went on a search for a red and white outfit to match the other girls dresses. It's pretty hard to find anything red for a girl, unless it's the 4th of July, which it wasn't, so MIL had to hit up the boys department. So this is what Libby looked like. It's kind of sad, but we get a bit of a chuckle out of it. Poor Girl. Never fret, the dress did eventually fit and she did get to wear it and it's now tucked away with the rest of the clothes that grandma made for them.

My nephew is one of those who has been out there on the front lines, protecting us from the likes of Osama Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein. He has seen more in his time in Iraq then some of us will see in a lifetime. He put his butt on the line every day so MY kids, YOUR KIDS, could grow up in a country that they felt safe from tyranical leaders with a mission to destroy us and all that we stand for.

He has missed weddings (2 to be exact), births, birthdays. He has done it all and for that, we are PROUD of him.

It seems like only yesterday he was a boy, being chased around the yard with the rest of the boys, having bottle rocket fights (yah, safety shmafety in our family, lets have fun!). The carefree spirit of a child who just wanted to see pretty lights in the sky, has now been replaced by a man. A brave man. A United States Soldier!!

So, on this 3rd day of July, as another 4th of July draws near, my mind of course wanders to my nephew. My hero. The guy that has been out there, gun in hand (or fishing pole from what I've seen), making this nation a safe spot for his Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Nephews, Neices, and friends. Our family could not be ANY prouder then we are of this boy.

Here's to you Ryan, take care buddy!