My favorite gift.

So I have spent the last few months like the rest of you preparing for a day that seems to be over in minutes. I had a great Christmas. After weeks of being teased by porter and drey that my gift had a pink purse and was a girl barbie. I can't believe they kept a secret. Jake always pulls off a good surprise for Christmas and this year he did it again. He called T a friend that I played ball with, that always laughs that I play with a glove that I had in high school. I really have only been graduated 5 years my reunion should be coming (JK). The last time I got a new glove the glove I have now was sitting on my bed and the old glove with the tape around the band holding it together was no where to be found. But the one that I have now is flatter then the taco I had a taco time last night. So Jake and T headed to good old MVP and hooked me up with a peach. Nana gave us food storage that if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have a can. But I have to admit my favorite gift was the cheapest and probably the hardest to make. It came home from school in a back pack and every time I would tease and pretend to open it. I got my hand slapped because the teacher said porter could slap it. But on Christmas morning it was a calendar with each month a hand print of Porters decorated like on object for the month. My favorite is October it is a black spider. I love it. I looked back in the scrapbook at his birth certificate. Was he ever that small. That hand print was half the size of the one on the calendar. WOW time flies and it is precious isn't it. Take some time to hug the ones you love this time of year, because you never know...

Happy New Year

Blog Definition

My little brother's wife started blogging and she wanted him to blog with her. So he gave in and posted and this is what he said ( i would link you to them but her blog is private)

Blognore- (blog-nohr)Synonyms- disregard, neglect, slight, connive at, pass over, avoid, bypass, discount, circumvent-
verb (blog- noring, nored)1. to type one handed while bloglivious to screaming child in other arm2. to refrain from attending to basic life functions such as breathing, feeding your bloglected husband and children, washing the cars, putting up Christmas lights3. to be unaware of large or small emergencies, acts of God, world calamaties, disasters and the like-adjective- blognorant

(blog-ner-uh nt)1. lacking in knowledge or training do to endless hours in front of computer reading about other peoples daily lives2. due to or showing lack of awareness of your phsyical surroundings (I haven’t showered in 2 days?)
And last but not least, the real meaning of blog is that it’s acutally an abbreaviation-
B.L.O.G. (Beyond Loony, Online Gallivanting!!)
JJW (Jarret John Whicker)

Twighlight....

This is a classic. If you are a Twilight fan then you will love this. Check it out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dompotjTeIA&feature=related

In My Next Life???

I recently received this email from a friend and thought that really it wouldn't be to bad. Unless Jake drew out and is hunting you. I even attached another picture of jakes bear for this post( I think it may be the one living in my family room right now). THe bear has found a use: The boys will play for hours with their cars like it is the mountians, and they are hunting the animals that they have set up all over. But here is the email.

Gonna Be a Bear:

In this life I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd like to come back as a bear. When you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

When you're a girl bear, you birth your children ( who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I would miss the baby part but walnuts vs. a watermelon. I am all right with that.

If you're the mama bear everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line you swat them too.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you have HAIRY legs and EXCESS body fat.

YUP, I'm gonna be a bear...