12.31.2009
We Made It!!
Labels:
2010,
Country Roads,
Hope Speech,
New Years Resolutions
12.30.2009
White Wednesday
Labels:
Country Roads,
Sunny SoCal,
The Beach,
White Wednesday
12.29.2009
Happy Birthday Dad!
 This is a picture of me and my Dad. We are in the backyard of the house I grew up in, that now Katie, Riley and Vinnie live in. My Dad would have been 89 years old today. He died almost three years ago, but it seems much longer, not sure why.
 This is a picture of me and my Dad. We are in the backyard of the house I grew up in, that now Katie, Riley and Vinnie live in. My Dad would have been 89 years old today. He died almost three years ago, but it seems much longer, not sure why.  I was born and raised in Long Beach, and actually still live here. This picture was taken at the old Pier Point Landing. It's too bad Long Beach has changed so much. Out of all the family pictures I have, this one is still one of my favorites!
 I was born and raised in Long Beach, and actually still live here. This picture was taken at the old Pier Point Landing. It's too bad Long Beach has changed so much. Out of all the family pictures I have, this one is still one of my favorites!
Labels:
Alzheimers,
Birthdays,
Country Roads,
My Dad
12.28.2009
Country Roads Eye Candy
12.27.2009
When Boys Become Men
*- I wrote a post about a week ago about Bryce's friend, Matt losing his baby girl. She died at eleven months old. She had muscular dystrophy. The funeral was yesterday, and I think for the first time in my life, I saw two boys, my son and Matt, become men. I can't even begin to tell you the hell those two boys put me through. I remember going to pick them up from jr high school and they would be pushing each other in the street or some other dumbass thing! But yesterday, I saw two boys in a very unbelievable situation as young men. It was a beautiful service. There were pink balloons everywhere, blown up pictures of the baby. It began with a slide show of little Hannah as the song by Roberta Flack played, "The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face". The family's faith gave them the strength to each speak to everyone about what Hannah meant to them. Little Hannah's grandmother got up towards the end and walked over to a Christmas tree. Under the tree were presents that were for Hannah,  she died only days before Christmas. The grandmother called up little kids that were there, or their parents, and handed out gifts. As we left, and the Pastor told us which way to leave and we could "pay our respects to Hannah", me being "me", had no idea that little Hannah was there in an open coffin. She looked beautiful, and peaceful but I don't think I will ever forget her little face.
 I wrote a post about a week ago about Bryce's friend, Matt losing his baby girl. She died at eleven months old. She had muscular dystrophy. The funeral was yesterday, and I think for the first time in my life, I saw two boys, my son and Matt, become men. I can't even begin to tell you the hell those two boys put me through. I remember going to pick them up from jr high school and they would be pushing each other in the street or some other dumbass thing! But yesterday, I saw two boys in a very unbelievable situation as young men. It was a beautiful service. There were pink balloons everywhere, blown up pictures of the baby. It began with a slide show of little Hannah as the song by Roberta Flack played, "The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face". The family's faith gave them the strength to each speak to everyone about what Hannah meant to them. Little Hannah's grandmother got up towards the end and walked over to a Christmas tree. Under the tree were presents that were for Hannah,  she died only days before Christmas. The grandmother called up little kids that were there, or their parents, and handed out gifts. As we left, and the Pastor told us which way to leave and we could "pay our respects to Hannah", me being "me", had no idea that little Hannah was there in an open coffin. She looked beautiful, and peaceful but I don't think I will ever forget her little face.
Last night after I got home from work (I had to go back to the store after the service) I was sitting in the kitchen holding Morgan and talking to Justine. I heard Bryce's truck and as I glanced out the window I saw my young men dressed in black, Bryce and Matt, coming into the house. I wasn't sure how Matt would feel, coming home from burying his little baby that was only a few months older than Morgan. He walked up to Morgan and I and extended his arms and said, "come hug Uncle Matt" and he picked her up and did just that, hugged her. Before he left, he sat Morgan back down in my lap telling her that she would be seeing a lot more of her Uncle Matt and kissed her. He told us that he was bringing over some Christmas gifts he had for Hannah, he wanted Morgan to have them. And with that, I watched those two knuckle headed boys I use to know, walk out my front door as young men! As the Pastor told us yesterday, "God reached out His hand for Hannah, and Hannah took it and is no longer in pain". I will always remember that and the day my boys became men.
 I wrote a post about a week ago about Bryce's friend, Matt losing his baby girl. She died at eleven months old. She had muscular dystrophy. The funeral was yesterday, and I think for the first time in my life, I saw two boys, my son and Matt, become men. I can't even begin to tell you the hell those two boys put me through. I remember going to pick them up from jr high school and they would be pushing each other in the street or some other dumbass thing! But yesterday, I saw two boys in a very unbelievable situation as young men. It was a beautiful service. There were pink balloons everywhere, blown up pictures of the baby. It began with a slide show of little Hannah as the song by Roberta Flack played, "The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face". The family's faith gave them the strength to each speak to everyone about what Hannah meant to them. Little Hannah's grandmother got up towards the end and walked over to a Christmas tree. Under the tree were presents that were for Hannah,  she died only days before Christmas. The grandmother called up little kids that were there, or their parents, and handed out gifts. As we left, and the Pastor told us which way to leave and we could "pay our respects to Hannah", me being "me", had no idea that little Hannah was there in an open coffin. She looked beautiful, and peaceful but I don't think I will ever forget her little face.
 I wrote a post about a week ago about Bryce's friend, Matt losing his baby girl. She died at eleven months old. She had muscular dystrophy. The funeral was yesterday, and I think for the first time in my life, I saw two boys, my son and Matt, become men. I can't even begin to tell you the hell those two boys put me through. I remember going to pick them up from jr high school and they would be pushing each other in the street or some other dumbass thing! But yesterday, I saw two boys in a very unbelievable situation as young men. It was a beautiful service. There were pink balloons everywhere, blown up pictures of the baby. It began with a slide show of little Hannah as the song by Roberta Flack played, "The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face". The family's faith gave them the strength to each speak to everyone about what Hannah meant to them. Little Hannah's grandmother got up towards the end and walked over to a Christmas tree. Under the tree were presents that were for Hannah,  she died only days before Christmas. The grandmother called up little kids that were there, or their parents, and handed out gifts. As we left, and the Pastor told us which way to leave and we could "pay our respects to Hannah", me being "me", had no idea that little Hannah was there in an open coffin. She looked beautiful, and peaceful but I don't think I will ever forget her little face.Last night after I got home from work (I had to go back to the store after the service) I was sitting in the kitchen holding Morgan and talking to Justine. I heard Bryce's truck and as I glanced out the window I saw my young men dressed in black, Bryce and Matt, coming into the house. I wasn't sure how Matt would feel, coming home from burying his little baby that was only a few months older than Morgan. He walked up to Morgan and I and extended his arms and said, "come hug Uncle Matt" and he picked her up and did just that, hugged her. Before he left, he sat Morgan back down in my lap telling her that she would be seeing a lot more of her Uncle Matt and kissed her. He told us that he was bringing over some Christmas gifts he had for Hannah, he wanted Morgan to have them. And with that, I watched those two knuckle headed boys I use to know, walk out my front door as young men! As the Pastor told us yesterday, "God reached out His hand for Hannah, and Hannah took it and is no longer in pain". I will always remember that and the day my boys became men.
Labels:
Country Roads,
God Reaching Out,
My Boy Bryce
12.26.2009
Christmas Leftovers
Labels:
Christmas,
Country Roads,
Little Kids
12.25.2009
Merry Christmas!
 Presents have been open, tree is bare beneath, and breakfast has been cooked and eaten. Time to relax? Yes, just for a bit before we head over to Katie's this afternoon for our Italian Christmas dinner, courtesy of Vinnie! Brande sent me the photo above from "Christmas Past". My ex-mother-in-law went through a crafting and sewing period in her life, and we had our little hearts blessed with the rewards of her craft! Katie had one of these dandy gifts as well, but wouldn't pose for the picture. And now to this morning, "Christmas Present"!
 Presents have been open, tree is bare beneath, and breakfast has been cooked and eaten. Time to relax? Yes, just for a bit before we head over to Katie's this afternoon for our Italian Christmas dinner, courtesy of Vinnie! Brande sent me the photo above from "Christmas Past". My ex-mother-in-law went through a crafting and sewing period in her life, and we had our little hearts blessed with the rewards of her craft! Katie had one of these dandy gifts as well, but wouldn't pose for the picture. And now to this morning, "Christmas Present"!
Labels:
Bad Crafting and Sewing,
Christmas,
Christmas Past
12.24.2009
"Home for the Holidays"
 Every Christmas season, without fail, I watch Faith Hill's, "Home for the Holidays"! It is a great heartwarming special about not only the need that so many kids have to be adopted, but stories of those that were adopted. All of these stories just fill your heart with "hope" and remind me of all the good that is still left in the world. Faith herself was adopted. What I also enjoy about this special is that not only does Faith sing, but others do as well. I love Mary J, looking good as always.
 Every Christmas season, without fail, I watch Faith Hill's, "Home for the Holidays"! It is a great heartwarming special about not only the need that so many kids have to be adopted, but stories of those that were adopted. All of these stories just fill your heart with "hope" and remind me of all the good that is still left in the world. Faith herself was adopted. What I also enjoy about this special is that not only does Faith sing, but others do as well. I love Mary J, looking good as always. And this "nice" looking man, performed as well, although he had more clothes on at the time. I've always been into Michael Franti's music and I also knew he does his part in "giving back". What I never knew though that he was adopted as a child. As he told his story through words, and song, they would show his mom in the audience. You could see how very much she loves him and was so proud as tears streamed down her face as her son spoke about her! Each year this show is a reminder to us all that there are great kids out there waiting for homes. If you get a chance, try and catch a re-run of this special!
 And this "nice" looking man, performed as well, although he had more clothes on at the time. I've always been into Michael Franti's music and I also knew he does his part in "giving back". What I never knew though that he was adopted as a child. As he told his story through words, and song, they would show his mom in the audience. You could see how very much she loves him and was so proud as tears streamed down her face as her son spoke about her! Each year this show is a reminder to us all that there are great kids out there waiting for homes. If you get a chance, try and catch a re-run of this special! And speaking of little kids, such as my "artist" Riley, I was reading a blog this morning that Beth writes. She is a teacher, and it just so happens that this year she has two little kids in her class that both are struggling with leukemia. One is doing well, and is home for Christmas. The other is not doing so well. This little girl's wish is to get as many cards as she can from all over the world! If you would like to send her a card, you can contact Beth on the link above (assuming the link works) or email me or leave a comment with your email and I would be happy to provide you with her address! It just takes a "little" to make a difference a big difference in a little kid's life! As I head out to "the store" this morning to work, I just want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas! And as one of the old country Christmas songs goes, "Thank God For Kids"! Just keep the markers away from them this holiday season!
 And speaking of little kids, such as my "artist" Riley, I was reading a blog this morning that Beth writes. She is a teacher, and it just so happens that this year she has two little kids in her class that both are struggling with leukemia. One is doing well, and is home for Christmas. The other is not doing so well. This little girl's wish is to get as many cards as she can from all over the world! If you would like to send her a card, you can contact Beth on the link above (assuming the link works) or email me or leave a comment with your email and I would be happy to provide you with her address! It just takes a "little" to make a difference a big difference in a little kid's life! As I head out to "the store" this morning to work, I just want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas! And as one of the old country Christmas songs goes, "Thank God For Kids"! Just keep the markers away from them this holiday season!
Labels:
Christmas and Kids,
Country Roads,
Leukemia,
Michael Franti
12.23.2009
White Wednesday
12.22.2009
It's Almost Time!
 There is nothing more magical this time of year than the sparkle in the eyes of little kids as they eagerly await Christmas day! Actually, that little sparkle in Riley's eyes above is why I didn't get this post up this morning. At three years old, her eyes truly tell the story of this magical time of year.
 There is nothing more magical this time of year than the sparkle in the eyes of little kids as they eagerly await Christmas day! Actually, that little sparkle in Riley's eyes above is why I didn't get this post up this morning. At three years old, her eyes truly tell the story of this magical time of year. It's Morgan's first Christmas, and at six months she is all about looking at the lights and anything else that is sparkly! Also, Morgan is into anything she can put into her mouth as well! These are my kids Christmas cards this year with their babies pictures on them. Thought I would share them with you as a way of saying "Merry Christmas from MY Family to Yours".
 It's Morgan's first Christmas, and at six months she is all about looking at the lights and anything else that is sparkly! Also, Morgan is into anything she can put into her mouth as well! These are my kids Christmas cards this year with their babies pictures on them. Thought I would share them with you as a way of saying "Merry Christmas from MY Family to Yours". "Christmas, Children, is not a date, it's a state of mind"!
Mary Ellen Chas
Labels:
Christmas and Kids,
Country Roads,
Gramma's Girls
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