Our house in Wylam was two stories. My room was downstairs, I had a lot of trouble with this. One night my sister and I had disobeyed our Mom about staying up late. We snuck into the other room to watch tv. Later as we went to bed, just about the time we started to doze off, all of a sudden we heard a loud noise. We thought someone had broken in, I was on the side of the bed nearest the door, and I thought I seen a shadow, I screamed . I am not sure if my sister screamed or not, next thing we know our Dad was running down the steps all of a sudden the lights came on and their was our Dad in his Fruit of the Looms. Now it wasn't funny at the time, because he thought someone had came in and was attacking his girls, Mom has eased up and got Daddy's shotgun and was heading down the stairs with it, when all of a sudden Daddy said a few words (due to Mom reading blog cannot print what he said) Needless to say the rest of the night was spent upstairs in my sisters room. Daddy went to investigate the noise after he saw that we was alright, and the dishes in the dish drain had fallen out, that is what made all that noise that sent the chain events into action. About three weeks later Ray Stevens came out with the song The Streak, even though Daddy had his underwear on, we still teased him about it. Daddy our brave protector, you just have to love him for that.

Ok I tried to bake my son a battleship or air carrier and it flopped, so I ended up just putting soldiers, airplanes and helicopters on his cake. I stuck his candles(which was red white and blue)in the cupcakes that was on top of the cake, and on the bottom half of the cake I put the letters USS BOOBOO on the cake. I hate to say it folks. but I am not a cake maker. He said he liked it and he hugged my neck for trying, so in a way I didnt fail, but yet it sure didnt look like no battleship or air carrier I ever seen. Oh well he had a good birthday, he got his BB gun so he was happy. Thanks Jacob for being understanding that Mom is just MOM.

Today Jacob turns 14 years old. The day he was born was both exciting and scary. I had returned from the Dr's visit and was laying down to relax. We had just found out that morning that our daughter to be turned into a boy to be. I called my Dad and told him and he was so excited, I told him I wanted to tell my Mom. My Mom worked at Kmart and I had to try and get into touch with her. While on the phone with her my back got to hurting and I had to hang up and go lay down. The pain got worse so we called the Doctor back and he told me to come back. When I arrived at the hospital, I as already at 4centemeters, downstairs they sent me. We made a call to my Dad, the next thing I knew in they walked, My sister arrived with a cheeseburger and fries for my husband who had not gotten to eat that day, during the whole time I was in labor that man never missed a beat, but I actually laugh at it now. At 7:35pm, Jacob was born, a Thursday evening, weighing in at 7lbs even. Now he is 14 and handsome as ever, starts high school, its hard to believe time has flown by, but he will always be my BOOBOO, no matter how old he gets. Oh by the way Jacob no matter what career you choose, I am still going to get you a plaque that reads I'M THE BOOBOO. LOVE YOU SON AND HOPE YOU HAVE MANY MORE HAPPY BIRTHDAYS. AND MOM I'M SO GLAD THAT IT WASN'T ME IN THAT VAN THAT DAY

A few years ago, I went through some major surgery, my Mom was here with both kids due to them being in school. I went early that morning and was made ready for surgery. First off the Doctor was late getting there, then my IV stopped working and it took forever to get it started again, almost walked when that happened. Then I am wheeled in for surgery and I sang all the way down the hall, now mind you I don't remember none of this. They said I sang, WHISKEY FOR MY MEN AND BEER FOR MY HORSES, and then I went into singing PRESCIOUS JESUS HOLD MY HAND, now to me that is going from one extreme to another. I remember coming to in the recovery room and was told I would be moving to my room shortly. In the meantime, the Dr. had gone to talk to my husband who was waiting in the waiting room, the Dr took him into a smaller room so he could talk privately. The phone rings and someone answers it and it was my Aunt Bette, she was calling to check on me, the person told her that they had taken my husband into a smaller room. Well that sent my Aunt right over the edge, because that meant to her something was terribly wrong. They told her I should be in my room by now, so they connected her with my room, but I had not made it to my room yet. No one to take me to my room. She tried calling the waiting room but Mike had already gone to my room to wait on me to arrived from recovery. By this point my Aunt was really getting worried that something terrible had happened to me. She called the main phone line and was told I had made it through surgery and was resting comfortably in my room. I am so glad for the drugs they gave me, because I missed all the fun of them losing me somewhere between floors. My Aunt finally located me after and hour or two and she was not happy about being scared out of her wits

My Dad helped me get a car, he went and picked it out, it was a light blue, with black interior, automatic, 4 cylinder(now when you are used to speed this is hard to adjust too). He was driving to make sure everything was ok with the car. There is a hill on the way to his house, its called Green Top Hill and its long and it seems like forever to get up that hill. As we started up that long hill, the car geared down,(4cylinders), My dad looked over at me and said "I can walk faster than this(cant cuss, mom reads blog)car can pull this hill, I looked over at him and said now Daddy, you picked this car out for me, due to the fact it would save on gas so dont go complaining on me, inside I was laughing so hard, he gritted his jaws shut and I caught him rocking back and forth in the seat trying to make the car go faster. What was making it so funny was that fully loaded 18 wheelers was passing us, honking their horns, now my Daddy was a truck driver too, so that made it even funnier to me, he was getting madder by the minute, come to find out through all that fussing and cussing that he did, we were shock to find out, that the gas and oil was mixing and the mechanic said it was a shock that we didnt blow up along with the car I kept that car until it finally quit running and we had to park it in the car cemetary.